Sensation (XO SPN, Liz/Dean, Mature) A/N 3/14/16
Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 1:30 pm
Title: Sensation
Author: MelissaD
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. No profit, just fun. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW.
Category: XO with Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Liz (Isabel/kyle, Michael/Maria, Sam/Ava)
Rating: Mature
Summary: Sequel to Perception. You’ll be lost if you haven’t read that.
Prologue
“Let them look.” Dean Winchester gave her that smoldering look and then his lips were needy capturing hers in an embrace, that she had on more than one occasion dreamt of and felt empty without, but in that moment she wanted so much more. Liz Parker knew they were watching, everyone wondering what she would do, what he would do, and all of them knew what they wanted to happen but she didn’t think they wanted to see them consume each other there on the street. No matter how much she knew she should tell him to stop, knew she should push him away, pull his hand away from the core of nerves that was sending her into the stratosphere but she had no will power in that moment to do anything more than urge him on with moans that she couldn’t contain.
She felt the breeze brush against her bare abdomen and she sucked in a breathe breaking away from him. Her eyes met his bare chest then traveled up to his heated gaze. She felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly and she quickly glanced around finding them in the desert, a blanket underneath their feet with only the stars and moon looking down. Then she was swept up in his arms and he laid her gently down on the soft bed of cotton. His lips met hers once again as he joined them as one and began a delicious dance they knew well. She felt the earth quake yanking her from the building ecstasy and before she could get her bearings, a loud siren blared.
Liz shot up in bed breathing heavily as her eyes wildly sought out the noise. Her gaze fell on the night stand and the glowing red numbers glaring back at her. One hand smacked the alarm reset button as the other rubbed at her eyes. Her mind sought clarity, waking to the cold facts surrounding her and pulled her further from her dream land. She was in her bedroom of her apartment. While the ache in her lower abdomen nagged at her, she tried to think what day it was and why she had set an alarm at all. She forced the echoes of her dream from her mind as she concentrated on reality. She was in her apartment in Palo Alto where she was once again a student at Stanford. She was finally back from her extended winter break. Her eyes landed on the calendar hanging on her wall. January stared at her and when it finally dawned in her mind, it felt like a punch in the gut. Her eyes widened, “shit!”
She leapt from the bed and raced around the room grabbing clothes before racing to the bathroom and cursing under her breath the whole way. “Shit. Shit. Damn it, not again.” This was why she set multiple alarms in the first place because she didn’t always wake up from her phone’s alarm. “Now, where the hell is my phone?”
~~
Liz ran around the final corner and pushed herself through the last sprint with the doorway of her destination in view. She skidded to a stop just outside of the door, the squeak from her sneaks causing her cringe. She looked up to see her professor looking her way, a wry smile on his face. Professor Adams was tall but not quite as tall as Sam, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that made him look every bit as much the California boy that he was. He was young for a professor, about Dean’s age, with smarts not unlike Sam that furthered him beyond the norms of his age with determination that helped him reached his goals. Liz liked him immediately and considered him a friend after getting to know him in her first two years at Stanford. She jumped at the chance when he asked if she would be one of his Teacher’s Assistants.
His face brightened as he lifted his hand in her direction, "ladies and gentlemen, Miss Parker! So nice to see you back in class.” His grin widened, “better late than never."
Liz blushed when the class applauded. A small smile graced her face as she moved further into the class. "Oooo, good one Professor! So nice to see that everything continued smoothly without me."
A few hoots and hollers were thrown in between the laughter coming from the stadium seating and echoed around the room. Liz stopped next to Professor Adams and he turned her to face the class, "for those who haven't met Miss Parker yet, this is the one you've heard so much about and who will, if you let her, steer you towards your destiny."
She cringed slightly at his last dramatic word but the few chuckles that rolled through the classroom made her smile. "Yes because as we all know you go to a university to follow your destiny."
The students laughed boisterously and the professor put his hands up, "alright alright. This is a classroom not some comedy club audition."
Liz took a bow then made her way to an open seat in the front row and quickly got situated. She hoped Ava was having a better first day but of course Ava had made sure she had afternoon classes. Liz took her first relaxed breath and realized that professor Adams was already well into the day's lesson. She looked to her left, down the curved line the tables created, at the students fully absorbed into Adams' lecture. A male student with shaggy brown hair caught her eye and sparked the memory that had been tugging at her all day.
Wisps of her first day at Stanford had been clinging to her all morning, a memory that she could never forget. A first day so very much like this one yet so very different at the same time seized her. She could see it in her mind, Liz Parker uncharacteristically racing through the halls to a classroom that was the beginning of her future. She could feel her anxiety almost causing her to hyperventilate more than her racing heartbeat and aching legs. Then seeing Sam’s smiling face next to an empty seat and the absolute relief that washed over her as she walked to her place by his side. A place she steadfastly kept for almost three years. A position she was still trying to uphold from a distance.
Liz turned her head back to the front of the class but the damage had already been done. The ache in her chest started small as the sadness that seemed to haunt her since she returned to Stanford tried to swallow her again. She missed her friend. She missed what they had here. She missed what he.. what they all lost. Jessica’s smiling face appeared in her mind and she picked up her pen, forcing her hand to move, scribbling whatever came to mind. With every stroke of the pen she controlled her breathing to slow, deep breathes as she whispered in her mind, breathe in, breathe out. You can do this, Parker.
The rest of the class seemed to slowly drag on and she caught herself glancing at the clock more than she ever thought possible. Finally, the professor dismissed the class and the students started gathering their things and making their way out. Liz had waited patiently in her seat waving at students but none had engaged her beyond a few pleasantries, smiles, and waves. She was shoving her small notebook into her bag when Professor Adams spoke her name in front of her. Her head shot up and she caught the concern on his brow. Her right hand unconsciously brushed hair behind her ear, “what's up?”
“You okay? I had asked if you knew what was going on with Sam but you didn’t hear me. I haven't heard from him since..” He trailed off and crossed his arms over his chest seeming slightly uncomfortable, a sight she couldn’t remember seeing before. “I can't even imagine what he's going through but I didn't think he’d stay away so long. I guess I thought he'd at least finish his degree even if through the mail.”
Liz’s face fell, “it hasn't been easy. After Jessica.. But he’s with his brother, has been since.. that night.” She pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “He's been keeping busy though.. with some family business.”
He nodded his head. “It's such a shame. He was so close. I can't believe the timing.. right before his interview.”
Liz rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah. The whole thing..”
He shook his head, “sorry. I'm just blathering on." She noticed how his confident stance wavered and his shoulders slumped. "You lost a close friend and your best friend lost his girlfriend.” His hand came to rest on her shoulder. “I'm sorry, for your loss and going on like this about your friend. I guess I'm still in shock about everything.” She nodded with a small smile and his hand fell away, tucking into the pocket of his trousers. “Just let him know if he ever thinks about it, he only had a final or two to take. We could figure it all out for him if he wants to get his diploma. Let me know, okay? He doesn't deserve to lose all that hard work. I’m glad you came back. If you need anything, just ask.” The worry on his face made him look so much younger than the man who was just speaking to a classroom full of students.
She had been thinking about the same thing since she had decided to come back. She perked up. “I was actually hoping to talk to his teachers about that. I wanted to get it all in line for him that way if he comes to visit I can hand it to him.”
A warm smile softened his entire face. “I told you he's lucky to have a friend like you. We can definitely get that done.” She stood from her seat and he stepped back to give her room. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I want my top TA to have everything she needs.”
Liz smiled, “thanks. This really is more than enough.”
He grabbed his satchel off his desk and threw the strap over his head as he followed her to the door. "I'll see what I can get together during my office hours today."
Liz waited by the door then they walked together towards his office talking about what they would need to pull off their plan. Once there, Liz said goodbye as she continued on to check off a few more things from the list they created on their brainstorming stroll. For the first time that day, she felt reenergized and excited for what lay ahead.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of the front pocket of her bag. A brilliant smile came to her face. A text message from Dean covered her screen, dreamt of you. How was your first class?
Author: MelissaD
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. No profit, just fun. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW.
Category: XO with Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Liz (Isabel/kyle, Michael/Maria, Sam/Ava)
Rating: Mature
Summary: Sequel to Perception. You’ll be lost if you haven’t read that.
Prologue
“Let them look.” Dean Winchester gave her that smoldering look and then his lips were needy capturing hers in an embrace, that she had on more than one occasion dreamt of and felt empty without, but in that moment she wanted so much more. Liz Parker knew they were watching, everyone wondering what she would do, what he would do, and all of them knew what they wanted to happen but she didn’t think they wanted to see them consume each other there on the street. No matter how much she knew she should tell him to stop, knew she should push him away, pull his hand away from the core of nerves that was sending her into the stratosphere but she had no will power in that moment to do anything more than urge him on with moans that she couldn’t contain.
She felt the breeze brush against her bare abdomen and she sucked in a breathe breaking away from him. Her eyes met his bare chest then traveled up to his heated gaze. She felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly and she quickly glanced around finding them in the desert, a blanket underneath their feet with only the stars and moon looking down. Then she was swept up in his arms and he laid her gently down on the soft bed of cotton. His lips met hers once again as he joined them as one and began a delicious dance they knew well. She felt the earth quake yanking her from the building ecstasy and before she could get her bearings, a loud siren blared.
Liz shot up in bed breathing heavily as her eyes wildly sought out the noise. Her gaze fell on the night stand and the glowing red numbers glaring back at her. One hand smacked the alarm reset button as the other rubbed at her eyes. Her mind sought clarity, waking to the cold facts surrounding her and pulled her further from her dream land. She was in her bedroom of her apartment. While the ache in her lower abdomen nagged at her, she tried to think what day it was and why she had set an alarm at all. She forced the echoes of her dream from her mind as she concentrated on reality. She was in her apartment in Palo Alto where she was once again a student at Stanford. She was finally back from her extended winter break. Her eyes landed on the calendar hanging on her wall. January stared at her and when it finally dawned in her mind, it felt like a punch in the gut. Her eyes widened, “shit!”
She leapt from the bed and raced around the room grabbing clothes before racing to the bathroom and cursing under her breath the whole way. “Shit. Shit. Damn it, not again.” This was why she set multiple alarms in the first place because she didn’t always wake up from her phone’s alarm. “Now, where the hell is my phone?”
~~
Liz ran around the final corner and pushed herself through the last sprint with the doorway of her destination in view. She skidded to a stop just outside of the door, the squeak from her sneaks causing her cringe. She looked up to see her professor looking her way, a wry smile on his face. Professor Adams was tall but not quite as tall as Sam, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that made him look every bit as much the California boy that he was. He was young for a professor, about Dean’s age, with smarts not unlike Sam that furthered him beyond the norms of his age with determination that helped him reached his goals. Liz liked him immediately and considered him a friend after getting to know him in her first two years at Stanford. She jumped at the chance when he asked if she would be one of his Teacher’s Assistants.
His face brightened as he lifted his hand in her direction, "ladies and gentlemen, Miss Parker! So nice to see you back in class.” His grin widened, “better late than never."
Liz blushed when the class applauded. A small smile graced her face as she moved further into the class. "Oooo, good one Professor! So nice to see that everything continued smoothly without me."
A few hoots and hollers were thrown in between the laughter coming from the stadium seating and echoed around the room. Liz stopped next to Professor Adams and he turned her to face the class, "for those who haven't met Miss Parker yet, this is the one you've heard so much about and who will, if you let her, steer you towards your destiny."
She cringed slightly at his last dramatic word but the few chuckles that rolled through the classroom made her smile. "Yes because as we all know you go to a university to follow your destiny."
The students laughed boisterously and the professor put his hands up, "alright alright. This is a classroom not some comedy club audition."
Liz took a bow then made her way to an open seat in the front row and quickly got situated. She hoped Ava was having a better first day but of course Ava had made sure she had afternoon classes. Liz took her first relaxed breath and realized that professor Adams was already well into the day's lesson. She looked to her left, down the curved line the tables created, at the students fully absorbed into Adams' lecture. A male student with shaggy brown hair caught her eye and sparked the memory that had been tugging at her all day.
Wisps of her first day at Stanford had been clinging to her all morning, a memory that she could never forget. A first day so very much like this one yet so very different at the same time seized her. She could see it in her mind, Liz Parker uncharacteristically racing through the halls to a classroom that was the beginning of her future. She could feel her anxiety almost causing her to hyperventilate more than her racing heartbeat and aching legs. Then seeing Sam’s smiling face next to an empty seat and the absolute relief that washed over her as she walked to her place by his side. A place she steadfastly kept for almost three years. A position she was still trying to uphold from a distance.
Liz turned her head back to the front of the class but the damage had already been done. The ache in her chest started small as the sadness that seemed to haunt her since she returned to Stanford tried to swallow her again. She missed her friend. She missed what they had here. She missed what he.. what they all lost. Jessica’s smiling face appeared in her mind and she picked up her pen, forcing her hand to move, scribbling whatever came to mind. With every stroke of the pen she controlled her breathing to slow, deep breathes as she whispered in her mind, breathe in, breathe out. You can do this, Parker.
The rest of the class seemed to slowly drag on and she caught herself glancing at the clock more than she ever thought possible. Finally, the professor dismissed the class and the students started gathering their things and making their way out. Liz had waited patiently in her seat waving at students but none had engaged her beyond a few pleasantries, smiles, and waves. She was shoving her small notebook into her bag when Professor Adams spoke her name in front of her. Her head shot up and she caught the concern on his brow. Her right hand unconsciously brushed hair behind her ear, “what's up?”
“You okay? I had asked if you knew what was going on with Sam but you didn’t hear me. I haven't heard from him since..” He trailed off and crossed his arms over his chest seeming slightly uncomfortable, a sight she couldn’t remember seeing before. “I can't even imagine what he's going through but I didn't think he’d stay away so long. I guess I thought he'd at least finish his degree even if through the mail.”
Liz’s face fell, “it hasn't been easy. After Jessica.. But he’s with his brother, has been since.. that night.” She pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “He's been keeping busy though.. with some family business.”
He nodded his head. “It's such a shame. He was so close. I can't believe the timing.. right before his interview.”
Liz rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah. The whole thing..”
He shook his head, “sorry. I'm just blathering on." She noticed how his confident stance wavered and his shoulders slumped. "You lost a close friend and your best friend lost his girlfriend.” His hand came to rest on her shoulder. “I'm sorry, for your loss and going on like this about your friend. I guess I'm still in shock about everything.” She nodded with a small smile and his hand fell away, tucking into the pocket of his trousers. “Just let him know if he ever thinks about it, he only had a final or two to take. We could figure it all out for him if he wants to get his diploma. Let me know, okay? He doesn't deserve to lose all that hard work. I’m glad you came back. If you need anything, just ask.” The worry on his face made him look so much younger than the man who was just speaking to a classroom full of students.
She had been thinking about the same thing since she had decided to come back. She perked up. “I was actually hoping to talk to his teachers about that. I wanted to get it all in line for him that way if he comes to visit I can hand it to him.”
A warm smile softened his entire face. “I told you he's lucky to have a friend like you. We can definitely get that done.” She stood from her seat and he stepped back to give her room. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I want my top TA to have everything she needs.”
Liz smiled, “thanks. This really is more than enough.”
He grabbed his satchel off his desk and threw the strap over his head as he followed her to the door. "I'll see what I can get together during my office hours today."
Liz waited by the door then they walked together towards his office talking about what they would need to pull off their plan. Once there, Liz said goodbye as she continued on to check off a few more things from the list they created on their brainstorming stroll. For the first time that day, she felt reenergized and excited for what lay ahead.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of the front pocket of her bag. A brilliant smile came to her face. A text message from Dean covered her screen, dreamt of you. How was your first class?