andlatitude:
College AU Sabriel
The only problem with dating someone as ridiculously tall as Sam Winchester is kissing him. Don’t get me wrong, kissing Sam is a glorious thing everyone should try (except not because he’s mine) but he’s just so tall! And I’m not exactly in the running for tallest man on earth.
It wasn’t so bad for a while, mostly because we were sitting down or lying down, if you catch my drift. The height difference doesn’t really matter when I’m straddling his lap, you know?
But lately Sam’s taken to goodbye kisses between classes and it’s all cute when a girl has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend, but it’s not cute when it’s me. I made it perfectly clear to Sam that I am not getting on my tiptoes, no matter how tantalizing his lips are.
This time it was late. I don’t know what was going on through Sam’s gorgeous head when he decided to take his four hour chemistry lab in the late afternoon, bordering on evening. He claimed it was the only time to work it into his schedule, but it seriously impeded on our time.
“Do you want me to come pick you up?” I ask, “We don’t want you getting mugged or something.”
“I think I can walk back to the apartment fine,” Sam says, “I’d be more worried about you.”
I punch him in the arm. No one gets to make fun of my height. Not even Sam. He laughs and turns to face me, hands on my waist.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he promises, “Don’t burn dinner.”
“I would never!” I pretend to look offended, placing my hands on his arms, squeezing because I’ve got a buff boyfriend and you don’t.
Sam laughs again, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply easily.
I almost want to laugh because of how far Sam has to lean down, but I lean my head up, feel that familiar crick in my neck, and feel his lips against mine.
“Good luck,” I say as he walks to the chem lab, “Don’t blow your gorgeous self up! Unless you can magically make me at least five inches taller!”
“Just buy those platform boots we saw on eBay!” Sam shouts at me, blowing a kiss.
Not that I would ever admit it, but I already bought those boots. Oh the kinky fantasies those create. I smirk to myself, thrust my hands into my pockets and walk back to the apartment.
Sure, having a super tall boyfriend when you’re less than average can have its disadvantages. But I wouldn’t trade Sam Winchester for the world.
Look at you two talented f*ckers! The combination of excellent sabriel art / fic is too much for me. I’ve kind of exploded a little. In my pants.
