Fic: Sex, Lies and French Fries
Nov. 15th, 2008 07:49 pm[this fic is in response to a comment by the mun of
soldier_ofgod in wanting to see Sam/Ruby with French Fries. And so begins the crack!Fic.]
Sex, Lies and French Fries (Sam/Ruby)
Co-Written by
likely_evil and
ilove_atallman muns
Spoilers: Season 4
Rating: R (Adult situations)
Sam sat on the motel bed, just staring at his hands. For about an hour now, just staring. He hadn't heard when Ruby left, nor did he look up when she came back in. He just sat there staring, trying to block out that night from his head, the headache still not faded.
Ruby had brought back food -- the burgers were for him, the fries were for her. If he wanted to contest that ruling, he would have to take it up with someone else, because she really didn't care, especially if he was going to just sit there brooding all night. Ruby didn't do well with brooders, even when they were falling neatly into her hands. So instead, she just dropped the burgers down on the table, picked up one of the extra large fries she had gotten herself and the bottle of ketchup, starting to get ready to eat. "Better eat while they're still hot, Sam. Fried food is gross when it's cold, and the microwave is busted."
Sam got up, moving over to the table and sat down. His hand instantly went for the bottle of whiskey on the table, then he stopped. He took a deep breath, then shifted his hand to take his burger. Then he noticed that he only had a burger.
( Where are my fries? )
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Sex, Lies and French Fries (Sam/Ruby)
Co-Written by
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Spoilers: Season 4
Rating: R (Adult situations)
Sam sat on the motel bed, just staring at his hands. For about an hour now, just staring. He hadn't heard when Ruby left, nor did he look up when she came back in. He just sat there staring, trying to block out that night from his head, the headache still not faded.
Ruby had brought back food -- the burgers were for him, the fries were for her. If he wanted to contest that ruling, he would have to take it up with someone else, because she really didn't care, especially if he was going to just sit there brooding all night. Ruby didn't do well with brooders, even when they were falling neatly into her hands. So instead, she just dropped the burgers down on the table, picked up one of the extra large fries she had gotten herself and the bottle of ketchup, starting to get ready to eat. "Better eat while they're still hot, Sam. Fried food is gross when it's cold, and the microwave is busted."
Sam got up, moving over to the table and sat down. His hand instantly went for the bottle of whiskey on the table, then he stopped. He took a deep breath, then shifted his hand to take his burger. Then he noticed that he only had a burger.
( Where are my fries? )