you’ve seen sam in a dress a few times before, but she never fails to stun you with how gorgeous she looks. it still is a rare treat because skirts can easily get in the way while hunting. and tonight it’s a nice dress. it’s a deep green that makes her look so pretty, you swear your mouth waters every time you get your eyes on her for even just a split second. you wonder how anyone could be so beautiful.

for dinner tonight, you want to look just as nice as her. you want to match her effort and her ease, but you can’t quiet. the effort’s there. the ease, not so much. staring in the mirror, you wish you were used to the sight of yourself in a suit. you like it, you really do. you’re just unsure if you actually look good in it.

sam notices the doubt in your eyes. of course she does, she notices everything about you. she can read you perfectly, she can sense the tension in your shoulders and your unsure footing despite the perfect flatness of the floor. she finishes clasping her second earring in and makes her way to you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before anything else. she thinks you look stunning without having to think about it at all, but she makes a point to drag her eyes over your form in the mirror.

“you look amazing, honey,” she says softly, sincerely. she runs a hand down your arm as you mess with your tie, gently pulling your hand away because it looks just fine. you’re only fidgeting at this point.