I need a cold shower. And a smoke. And probably a drink. I think you've outdone yourself, because that is the hottest fic ever, and with just the right bit of angst.
She's like a frakking magnet, or a star that keeps pulling him closer and closer until he burns up I love this, and I have a feeling Kara feels the same way about Sam.
"What d'you wanna hear? Fantasies? Me and you and a picket fence and ten fat, happy babies?" *snickers*
But they used to be friends, they used to know they could count on each other, and she misses that just as much as she misses Sam's hands on her waist and his hair tickling her cheek when she wakes in the middle of the night from a dream she'd rather not remember. Yes! I want them to be good friends again SO. BAD.
The last two words are said so softly, they aren't meant for other ears, but Kara hears them anyway and feels a stab of envy. She and Sam don't--
His fingers catch hers. Guh. He just knows, and it's so much more than just words for them.
It's her destiny. She's stopped fighting that, accepting herself for who and what she is. But maybe she doesn't have to be alone. Maybe this frakked-up destiny is theirs, too. Perfect ending. So, so perfect. I want that in canon SO MUCH.
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I need a cold shower. And a smoke. And probably a drink. I think you've outdone yourself, because that is the hottest fic ever, and with just the right bit of angst.
She's like a frakking magnet, or a star that keeps pulling him closer and closer until he burns up
I love this, and I have a feeling Kara feels the same way about Sam.
"What d'you wanna hear? Fantasies? Me and you and a picket fence and ten fat, happy babies?"
*snickers*
But they used to be friends, they used to know they could count on each other, and she misses that just as much as she misses Sam's hands on her waist and his hair tickling her cheek when she wakes in the middle of the night from a dream she'd rather not remember.
Yes! I want them to be good friends again SO. BAD.
The last two words are said so softly, they aren't meant for other ears, but Kara hears them anyway and feels a stab of envy. She and Sam don't--
His fingers catch hers.
Guh. He just knows, and it's so much more than just words for them.
It's her destiny. She's stopped fighting that, accepting herself for who and what she is. But maybe she doesn't have to be alone. Maybe this frakked-up destiny is theirs, too.
Perfect ending. So, so perfect. I want that in canon SO MUCH.
ILU. <3