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Liv sat with her laptop on the table in the library, going over pages of lore, while Sam stood across the room at the book shelf doing the same, like usual. Except not like usual, because this was the first time they had worked a case together since Sam’s soul had been misplaced and their dynamic was still…. pretty confusing. Ever so often she’d catch him staring at her with this flirtatious, disarming smile that she wasn’t used to and she’d get unexpectedly wrapped up in it before she caught herself …kind of like right now.
"You have to stop looking at me like that,” she said, glancing up from the screen. Her cheeks burned. She tried to hide her smile but she had never been very good at that.
"Like what?" Sam asked with a grin, shutting the book and taking a few strides towards her.
"Like that!" She pointed playfully, pushing her laptop away from her and jumping up out of her chair. "I know what that look means."
"It means I want to sleep with you," he said flatly, smirk still on his face. Liv was pretty sure she’d never get used to this blunt version of Sam who was much too forthcoming with his thoughts. It made her heart race… or was that just him in general? He was unpredictable and new and it was just… really confusing.
Her breath caught in her throat.”Yeah exactly.”
Sam came the rest of the way to stand across the table from her. “I’m confused,” —he pointed both hands to his temples— “because I have all these memories of—”
"Uh huh, okay. Yes," —she held up her hand to stop him, cheeks burning even more— "but those memories aren’t relevant right now. Okay?" She ended the sentence as sweetly as she could.
"So you’re not attracted to me without my soul?" He was genuinely asking.
"No… it’s not that—"
"So you are attracted to me?” He switched back to his flirty eyes again.
"Uhh… yes—"
"So….?" Sam’s hands made a so-what’s-the-problem-then? gesture.
"So… if I sleep with you while you’re like this, there won’t be any feelings."
"People can have sex just for fun, ya know," Sam leaned across the table, bracing himself with his hands to bring his face closer to her. Liv legit almost leaned in, too. "And from what I remember—"
"Yes, I know!" She exclaimed, trying to snap herself out of it. Jesus Liv, get it together! ”Peope can have flings and one night stands —assuming they take necessary precautions and do it responsibly— but…”
"Exactly!"
"I cannot have sex with you just .. for fun!”
Sam stood back up straight and crossed his arms.
"I’m not going to be one of your soulless flings, Sam!"
He nodded like he was processing this then offered a solution, “Well, what if I promise to just have exclusive flings with only you?”
"No!" Liv was actually laughing. "Then I’d just feel… used.” She made a grossed-out face and shook her head.
Sam opened his mouth as if to say something then gave up, with a cocked eyebrow, humor smeared across his face.
"Look, I am still physically attracted to you… I mean, don’t think I haven’t thought about it." —Sam flirted a smile at her again— "But if I sleep with you, it would kind of feel like I’m cheating on you…. with … you?"
Sam screwed up his brows in a really perplexed expression. His mouth kind of hung open like he wasn’t sure what the right thing to say was.
"I just don’t think it would be a smart idea."
"Okay," Sam replied with a sigh and a nod to show he understood. There was no irony in his voice when he continued with, " Wow. Having feelings really fucks people up."
"Yeah," Liv agreed, slumping back into her chair. "You’re not wrong."