Tarot Readings (Closed to Sam)

[st_unaligned]

Bo knew that River could be in their room, but after grabbing a bottle of booze from the bar, Bo ended up finding her way to Sam's door. Maybe he wasn't even here. Then what? She brought up her hand to knock, then paused, then knocked on the door anyways.

As she waited to see if there was an answer, she tried not to dwell on Emma's words, but really - was she just doomed never to have a good relationship? Maybe she was cursed - that was it. Trick would know who did it to her, but he wasn't at the inn to help her.

She twisted the cap off the vodka and took a swig.

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[st_andingtall]

"Yeah," Sam said and forced up a little smile. "But so was my mom. And so was Rebekah." Mom had died. Rebekah had just disappeared on him and maybe that wasn't entirely fair, but Sam felt how he felt.

It made him think, though. "Maybe she started to see something about one of us or Molly leaving. That would suck. A lot." He pulled her in for a slow, sweet kiss. "But it wouldn't be a break up, so it would hurt but at least it wouldn't be because one of us screwed up."

[st_unaligned]

The sweet kiss tugged at her chest, but seemed to warm her as well. It produced a more warm, genuine smile. "Let's just forget the tarot cards, okay? I probably just did it wrong anyways." She did that sometimes, doing whatever ritual or tradition wrong. "Thanks." She reached over to squeeze one of his hands.

[st_andingtall]

Under different circumstances, Sam probably would've told her not to put herself down. For a confident, beautiful woman, she was surprisingly self-deprecating. But this wasn't one of those times.

"Always."

He shifted to put his back against the arm of the couch, and then pulled her back up against his chest. "Who wants to know the future anyway? That takes all the fun out of it." Or turned life into a nightmare of trying and failing to keep bad things from happening.

[st_unaligned]

"I don't know... I wouldn't mind knowing what number to play on tomorrow's lottery." She smiled a little as he settled in against his chest. "Or who wins the superbowl."

[st_andingtall]

"It's never that simple." Sam nuzzled against her neck and settled his hands peacefully and peaceably, one around her middle and the other loose to occasionally gesture while he told her the story of the rabbit's foot and their rivalry with Bela.

[st_unaligned]

Bo listened and tried not to smile, but some of it was kind of adorably funny. When Sam finished, she couldn't help asking, "Did you ever find your shoe?"

[st_andingtall]

Sam scowled playfully at her smiling, leaned his head around hers and kissed her. "Wouldn't you like to know."