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

[shootsdownstars]

God...I'd let you. [She loves Sam's voice. It's one of the sexiest things about him. And she can hear him, mostly, when they're pressed all close and he has to whisper, but not like she can now. She can hear him, and that may be one of the things that's spurring her on most right now.

She tosses the bra quickly, baring plenty of markable skin to his mouth and tongue. They'll be invisible there, but at night, when she showers or when she's alone, she can press her fingers against the bruises or survey them in the mirror and feel a little bit more like he's there even if he's across the house or across the country. She's meeting him thrust for thrust, fingers tugging at his hair while she gasps into the air between them.] Sam-...baby, baby, jeans-... [Denim rub on the insides of her thighs? Probably something someone would notice if she was only wearing one of her sleep shirts or a pair of sleep shorts around the house. Of course, getting rid of the offending material also means stopping...]

[impureblood]

[With Abi, it's always like this, more than anyone else. The intensity; how she can make his entire body come alive with one look or touch. Amplified even more now by what they're doing. His breathing is already more erratic] Then you'll be in...for a few surprises tonight. [His voice is low, Thoth it's nice...not worrying about being heard. Using will power he wasn't sure he had, Sam pushes back for a moment, hands working desperately to unbutton and unzip the jeans.

They're pushed off though, a long with shoes and socks. When his hips pressed down this time, he follows it with a low groan, thin material only separating them now, his boxers heavily tented. Covering one of her hands with his own, he pins it against the bed, head tilting so his lips were closer to her ear] I missed you...I thought about this every day.

[shootsdownstars]

Mm, nothing new from you. [Is Abi's response. And she means it, not just in a sexual sense. But he's always surprising her, knowing things she'd never thought he'd know, remembering things about her she never thought he'd remember, his ridiculously extensive knowledge of monsters and everyday things like cooking and even cars, a little (that one really got her). He's really all about surprises, even when she doesn't think he means to be half of the time.

There's a surprised gasp when he pins her down, but then she laughs, nipping at his bottom lip in a playful show of defiance.] I missed you too...so much. All of you. [There's a harsh rock up then.] I can't bring myself to sleep in pajamas anymore. Did you know that? [Another rock.] Just in case you sneak home while I'm sleeping.

[impureblood]

[Being able to tell her, not having to hold the words in...it's liberating. Sam had been afraid before, of how real the relationship would become...but now he knew it was all he wanted. Hips bucking bard as she arches against him] That's...god, thats hot, Abi. [Maybe it's just the thought of her falling asleep like that, knowing that he might sneak it, wanting it...it turns him on, in ways he doesn't expect.

Reluctantly releasing her wrist, his hands roam over her upper body, cupping her bare breasts, unable to keep a sound of appreciation from leaving his lips. His hips were moving at a frantic rhythm now, grinding into her. Letting out a ragged breath, he manages to stop, if only for a second. Sliding down, his thumbs hook onto her panties. Sam wants the stockings and heels left on. He slowly slides them down, looking up at her with an almost devious expression]

[shootsdownstars]

[Abi's returning grin is nearly as devious as Sam's as she bends her legs up and away from the fabric of her panties so that her lower body is hidden from view. It's not as if Sam's never seen her naked before, but maybe she feels like playing coy for a moment. Or maybe Abi's full of surprises too, waxed bare for the first time.

She got bored, okay? Maybe she wanted to give him more incentive to come home soon, since she'd been intending to send him a picture if he hadn't come back that night.

Legs still closed, she locks her hands around her legs, keeping herself hidden.] Say please.

[impureblood]

[It's the right card to play; that she's blocking his view, keeping herself hidden, that just makes Sam want it more. Turning his head, his lips brush across her thigh, though he could admit he's even more susceptible to the teasing] Abi... let me see. [Patience isn't a strong virtue in the Winchester family. He has more than Dean, but that isn't saying much. And he almost aches from how much he wants her. And Sam isn't shy, his other hand already drops down, stroking himself through the material of the material of his boxers.

The look on her face...Abi has the ability to look innnocent and incredibly sexy at the same time, it drives Sam crazy. Swallowing thickly at the lump in his throat, he looks up at her, meeting her eyes] Now [Maybe its not exactly please ]

bump?

[shootsdownstars]

[She moans in the back of her throat, hands on her knees. There's a throb of need, almost an ache at his words.] I do love it when you take charge. [It's mostly true, even if there is a teasing edge to it, and she pries her thighs apart, dropping one leg off of the edge of the bed and hooking the other over his lap. And of course, if Sam's going to touch himself, Abi might as well join the party, reaching down and swiping the pad of her middle finger through the slick skin of her folds.

In the light of the room, she's already wet enough to nearly glisten and she pulls her finger away after just a few swipes against her clit, his view completely unguarded now.]