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Anonymous asked: Hi, I really like your stuff! If your still doing it, do you think you could write some ace sammy?
Oh Hell yeah! >:D
I want to get this out since it’s Valentine’s Day and I think this is relevant.
Sammy wasn’t interested in sex. He never had been and he didn’t think he ever would be.
For a long time, he’d thought there was something wrong with him because of this. All everyone seemed to talk about was sex. His family had gone on and on about the children he’d someday father and his school friends never seemed to shut up about it, especially as teenagers. He’d tried to pretend he felt the same way, tried to pretend the idea appealed to him. He could never make himself go through with the act in the end though.
A number of his relationships had ended because he’d been unable to deliver. A few had said it meant they didn’t love him. Others had called him broken and insisted that he’d like it if he just tried. There had been some who’d accepted it, but the relationship still hadn’t lasted long after his confession. Mostly due to his own anxieties.
Because of these past experiences, he was terrified of telling Susie. But he still wanted to tell her. He didn’t want this hanging over his head. He didn’t want to constantly worry about whether or not Susie would abandon him. He just needed to get the courage to do it.
When Valentine’s Day rolled around, he decided this would be the day to tell her. He wanted to make sure she didn’t “surprise” him the way other partners of his had. However, every time he tried to tell her, he lost his nerve. He gave her the Valentine’s presents he’d gotten, but he kept failing to tell her what he wanted to. He’d bought her a necklace with a little halo pendant on it as his big gift and some chocolates as small gifts. She’d loved the necklace, thankfully.
“What am I going to do, Jack?” Sammy moaned. He’d gone down to join Jack in his little sanctuary while Susie recorded lines.
“My best advice would be to just to tell her outright, but that’s what you’re having trouble with, right?” Jack smiled sympathetically.
Sammy groaned again, banging his head on the desk. “I’m still no closer to telling her.”
Jack put a gentle hand on Sammy’s shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb.
“Listen,” he said, his voice quiet. “I know this probably won’t help, but you just gotta tell her. Like ripping a bandaid off. Force those words out. It’ll only get harder the longer you avoid it.”
Sammy hunched his shoulders a bit. He knew Jack was right. He just had to force the words out. This was Susie. She’d accept him. She’d accepted every other secret he’d imparted to her. She was one of the people he trusted most in his life.
So, when Susie got finished recording her lines, Sammy took her aside.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.
Immediately, Susie looked concerned, but she tried to hide it as best she could with a sunny smile.
“What is it?” She asked.
Sammy took a few deep breaths. This was it. He just had to get it out. It wouldn’t be like the others.
“I don’t…I’m not interested in sex,” he said slowly. “At all. It’s never appealed to me and I don’t think it ever will. I wanted you to know that.”
Susie stared at him for a moment, her head tilted to the side. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, which caused his heart to speed up with anxiety.
“I see,” she finally said, smiling. It was genuine this time, soft and comforting. “Thank you for telling me.”
It was Sammy’s turn to stare at her in silence now. He’d expected more of a reaction. But Susie just kept smiling at him.
“I’m glad you told me,” she continued with a small laugh. “Because I had a bit of a surprise lined up that probably would have made you uncomfortable.”
Ah, so she had been planning that sort of thing. He was glad he told her now as well.
“I hope that’s not the only Valentine’s present you got me,” he laughed.
“Of course not!” Susie drew away with a dramatic gasp, a hand on her chest. “Do you really think me such a succubus?”
For a moment both were silent before breaking into giggles.
“I got you a new Beethoven record,” Susie said. “It’s at home.”
“Well,” Sammy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I look forward to listening to it with you.”
They spent that night cuddled together on the couch, listening to music and talking. It was perfect. Especially when Susie started making snarky remarks about one of the obnoxious writers who’d tried to hit on her. Her sharp tongue was one of the things he loved most about her.