If This Is My Last Kiss (I Will Never Forget Your Face)
Ξ September 11th, 2007 | → | ∇ PG, Supernatural, fanfic, het |
Missing scene, Heart, G, Sam/Madison
She sees him steel himself, square his shoulders.
He walks up to her and they don’t say anything, just exchange weak smiles as Sam places his hand gently around the back of her head. It’s tender, caring.
He lowers his mouth to hers as she stretches up. Their lips part and Sam’s tongue caresses along hers, lips manouvering gently against each other. Despite it all, it’s a sweet kiss and she can feel herself reacting, smell him and her on the shirt she’s wearing.
Sam’s shirt.
She feels him shift, brace himself and she’s gutwrenchingly hyper-aware of everything, the traffic outside the window, the warm, solid mass of Sam pressed against her. The movements of his mouth on hers.
The taste of their tears upon her tongue.
It’s not fair. She’s seconds from death and she’s never felt so alive. Her body is singing with it all.
She hears Sam chamber a round. He never breaks off the kiss.
Even as she feels the gun press to her heart.
She stamps down the fear and concentrates on the kiss
Sam never breaks off the kiss.
Even when he pulls the trigger..
on November 29th, 2007 at 3:13 am
Oh, man –
Thanks for this look at the end. And for Sam helping Madison focus on a “much” more positive thing than her death. I thought it was a HUGE deal that she wore his shirt at the end. This was moving and really well writ…thanks for sharing