The Fluffernutters Meme

[improbably_true]

fluffernutters meme

what to do:
☆ post a comment
★ others use the magic RNG 1-10 to pick their fluffiness
☆ then fluff it out

fluffy choices:
① Tiny kisses For some reason or another, the person in front of you? Needs all of the kisses. All of them.
② Love confession You feel the butterflies in your stomach, but there's no way you're going to back out

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2. Because it needs to happen

[impureblood]

[The way Sam feels after a hunt usually varied; sometimes it’s heavy, like the weight of what he had to do is never going away. And the guilt, that’s almost a constant. Other times, there’s kind of a natural high. More than likely from the adrenaline, but it’s there. Something else has been the predominant thing lately. He just…misses herAs crazy as it sounds, it’s exactly why he didn’t go straight back to Bobby’s. Let Dean handle the ‘debriefing’. No, Sam has other plans…some that include checking into a hotel room that’s a pretty decent step up from the not so glamorous ones the brothers were used to staying it. It’s followed by sending a text to Abi. Nothing long or elaborate (he’s saving that for in person), just the address of where he’s at, and asking her to come see him

[impureblood]

[Hearing those three words, its enough to make his lips stretch into a broad grin, expressive eyes still looking down at her. Things don't have to be perfect; they don't have to be the textbook definition of normal...its something that Sam has struggled a long time witb, only through Abi was he beginning to see that it didnt matter. Having her, whether its just through phone calls and texts on the road, or stolen moments when he's able to come back...that's what's important, above anything else]

Good, because I don't think anyone else will ever be able to put up with me. [He's not making light of the situatuon; if anything, it's a partial truth. That Abi accepts everything that comes with him is almost a small miracle. Gently brushing her tears away, he's already reaching for her hand, somehow wishing he could freeze time] The rest of the night...anything you want. Maybe tomorrow, too...if I can keep Dean from trying to throw is into another case already.

[shootsdownstars]

[He gets a weak punch to the gut for that. Not enough to even knock the air out of him and she's laughing when she reaches up to brush her own tears away. He's not allowed to tease her right now.]

I didn't...I don't really know what else to do. [There's another laugh, and she rubs her hands together, glancing around the room.] We've never actually been out before, or really had this kind of time.

And Dean's not taking you anywhere.

[impureblood]

[That they have never been on anything remotely resembling a date has never really struck Sam until then. It's not that much of a surprise , considering that time is never something that they have in abundance. Not with his whereabouts always being questioned if he disappears for longee than his brother liked; or Sam not wanting Bobby to figure it out...even though now, more than ever, he knows the 'talk' is going to happen soon]

I should have bought something to make dinner for us. I guedd i was a little...nervous. [Abi doesn't get much of a warning; one second she's standing there, wiping her tears away, and the next Sam is lifting her up, cradling her in his arms as if she were absolutely weightless]

We',ll get breakfast in the morning....go on a real date. And you're right, Dean isn't going to ruin it.

[shootsdownstars]

[The fact that Abi gets no warning is probably not good for the neighbors because she shrieks, flailing a little before catching on to what's happening and wrapping her arms around Sam's neck.] If you drop me, I swear to God, I'm taking back everything I said! [She laughs, kicking her legs a little.] If you're hungry, we can order room service.

I like that idea. Just nowhere fancy, all I brought was a sundress. [The dress she's wearing now is one of maybe 3 formal dresses she owns and she was not going to try and stuff one of those into her purse.]

So that covers tomorrow...what about tonight?

[impureblood]

[Sam is willing to bet it won't be the only noise complaint for their room; it's more or less the first time they don't have to worry about outsidr factors. Like keeping quiet, or someone coming back early. No, he can fall alseep next to Abi tonight and not worry about havjng to wake up before Bobby. Long legs striding towards the bed, he doesn't drop her, just lays her down, all but crawling on top of Abi, one palm pressing flat against the comforter on either side of her body]

Tonight....[Dipping his head, Sam's lips brush across her neck, feather light, more teasing than anything else] The most important decision you have to make is whether you want me to get the shower now...or wait until after I've given you reason to need one. [The truth? Sam is still admiring how perfect she looks in that red dress. Abi's always been beautiful, this is just seeing another side of her. Hand moving down, he slips it under her dress, lightly stroking her thigh]

[shootsdownstars]

[Sam turns towards the bed and Abi can't help her little giggle, leaning in to brush her nose against his neck. They've done this before, of course. She was sitting in the living room reading when Bobby and Dean left and apparently, Abi was moving too slow and so Sam scooped her up to rush upstairs and maximize their time but this is different. They don't have to rush. At least not until tomorrow night, when Bobby will be expecting her back.]

Mm...well supposedly, we're supposed to conserve water and shower together. But I don't need one, so I suppose you'll have to wait. [She grins, reaching up and popping a couple of buttons on his shirt.]

[impureblood]

We'll conserve later. I'm a... big proponent....of the green movement. [Around Abi there isnt a need to be so closely guarded; it's okay to let loose, he doesn't always need to be in perfect control or hold back] I finally get you all to myself without having to worry...[His pulse is already starting to race; the reactions that Abi can draw out of him, even when she's not trying....they're always intense.

Lifting his hand, Sam shrugs off the shirt once it's unbuttoned, not caring where it lands in the hotel room right then] You don't know how much I've thought about that. [He presses his hips down, as if to demonstrate, letting his lips find Abi's, the kiss much more heated than before]

[shootsdownstars]

I don't know why you've been thinking about it so much. [Abi hisses, his hips against hers a little restricted by the tight skirt of her dress. But she makes every effort to grind back, running her hands reverently over the muscles of his back and chest. It's like he gains a pound in muscle every time he leaves...]

You always have me all to yourself. Always. [She meets his kiss with her own intensity, hands slipping into his hair.]

[impureblood]

[His eyes slip close; there's nothing like Abi's touch. Fingertips tracing over the contours of his muscles; brushing across the numerous scars that map out his skin. Sam can't help the way it's enough to send a shiver down the length of his spine, like a jolt of electricity. Still pressing against her in a kiss, he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, catching it between gizmo teeth before drawing back. Even how her hands grip his hair feels more than good]

That's the only way I ever want it. [Opening his eyes to look Dow at her, Sam breathes out a little unsteady, hands now sliding over her body, feeling her through the fabric, his eyebrows knitting slightly though his lips are now curling in a smirk] You look..amazing. I can't decided if I want you out of the dress or not.

[shootsdownstars]

[She laughs, arching a bit to his touch as he runs his hands over the fabric of her dress. He looks so unsteady suddenly and Abi thinks she enjoys it way too much, the way he bows to her will so quickly.] Let's put it this way. [She nips at his bottom lip, scratching her nails against the muscles of his stomach before taking his wrist and leading it to the little flap of fabric holding the zipper to her dress.]

I can't open my legs in this skirt.

[impureblood]

That's...a convincing argument. [It takes will power not to make a sound when her fingernails rake over his abdomen; not because of pain, more that it feels nearly perfect. He doesn't focus on it long; not when his hand is now at the zipper to her dress. It's almost like opening a present, the anticipation. Pulling it down slowly, he only pauses long enough to kiss her again, tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. His head already feels like it's swimming; to say that she turns him on...it doesn't even cover it.

Once the dress is unzipped, Sam is more careful with it than his shirt, peeling it off her body before it's placed onto the floor next to the bed. He leans back, just taking in the sight of her. It's one of the few times they're not in a hurry because of how limited time is] Just...wow.

[shootsdownstars]

[Lingerie isn't really something they manage either. At night, when he sneaks into her bedroom, their best bet to keep concealed is usually to leave the lights off so that no one knows that either of them is awake, so getting all dressed up is kind of a waist.

But tonight? She's all red silk and black lace trim, even her stockings rimmed with a lacy pattern around her thighs. Hooking her thumbs into the tops of her stockings, she grins, glad to have impressed him.] Should I get rid of the shoes?

[impureblood]

[It's different, the threat of getting caught not being there. How he can fully appreciate Abi. And that's exactly what he's doing; Sam doesn't immediately say anything. He's drinking in the sight of her with his eyes...committing it all to detail, not ashamed to admit its images like that which get him through being on the road] No, leave them on. [Sam isn't as reserved as he use to be. Trying things with Abi... he's more than willing to. And she looks too good with them on.

He trails his fingertips over her stockings, the smirk on his lips only growing more apparent. The lingerie is even better than something he could have imagined. Sam quickly pulls his belt off, tossing it to the size, but then he can't resist any longer. He cups her breasts through the material of the bra, letting out a shaky breath]

[shootsdownstars]

Someone's feeling adventurous. [Abi laughs. She rememnbers the last time they tried to be adventurous. The broken chair, Sam's pitiful look and whining about his splinter. And maybe having sex with her heels on isn't too much of an adventure for some people, but for Abi, who's used to quickies and muffling herself and Sam sneaking away after she's fallen asleep, this might as well be leather and whips.

She arches into his palms immediately, because if nothing else, her body knows that. Knows the feel of Sam's hands on her and she thinks sometimes maybe he's got a blueprint of her skin in his fingertips. Hooking her legs around his waist, she grinds up against him again, letting out a full, uninhibited (for the first time) moan.]

[impureblood]

Tonight? I would do anything to you. [Just having her there know the hotel room, his confidence level is already higher, knowing that he can be more aggressive, that they don't have to be quiet. A rush of excitement floods his body at the moan; not muffled against a pillow or his skin....it's more than hot. Pushing his hips down, there's no hesitation to grind against her, trying to create friction, a large bulge already forming in the front of his jeans.

Reaching underneath her, the bra is quickly unclasped, though he never stops all but thrusting against her through the layers that separate them. Sam dips his head down, lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, though this time he's dragging his teeth across her flesh, biting down only to press his tongue against the spot after, as if to soothe the pain. He know...any marks would have to be explained]