You know I'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me
Title: Flames
Characters: Catty/Sam
'Verse: squarewarts
Rating: R
“I think... That's the last of the mess,” Catty muttered, running her fingers through her tousled hair and looking around her bedroom nervously. No sign of scorch marks on the walls, no burnt carpet, no lingering smoke.
“This is why candles are dangerous,” Sam pointed out, and she could tell that another little attempt to get her to switch to electricity was on the tip of his tongue until one hand went to rest on her hip, the already small shirt she was wearing sliding even further up.
His words were lost.
“This is why you're dangerous,” she countered, rolling her eyes and sighing softly. “Okay, so... No more candles when you're over. Or fire proof everything.” She paused, looking him over. “Or both.”
He reached out, hands on the hem of her shirt, tugging her closer. Her legs moved willingly until she was pulled to him, resting her own hands on his shoulders. “Or you could get actual lights installed.”
“Oh, no. No no no. You tried to burn my house down. Don't think that I'm about to do anything with you right now, Sam,” Catty told him, eyes narrowed even as her lips twitched with a growing smile.
Sam ignored her in favor of tugging her closer until they were both in the bed, limbs intertwined with each other. “I didn't try to burn your house down. If you weren't so you... If you didn't look... Okay, you don't have to give me that kind of look.”
“What look would that be?”
He rolled over until he had her pinned beneath him, and she stared up at him lazily, enjoying being dwarfed by him. “You think you know everything.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, a smirk taking over her face. “I kind of do when it comes to you.” She leaned up, brushing her lips against his cheek as she spoke. “Do I drive you mad, Sam?”
His large hands swept over her body, crawling slowly down her arms and brushing along her breasts, her sides, her waist while he stared down at her. “You're driving me straight to Hell.”
Catty paused before chuckling softly, the noise a touch sardonic. Her newly freed hand moved to sweep through his hair. “I won't let you go alone.” It was a promise that she wasn't making lightly, her lips moving until they found his to seal the deal, the hand in his hair lightly pulling him closer to her. “Even if you do try to keep burning my room to the ground,” she whispered before tugging gently at his lip with her teeth.
A small grin spread across his face as he shook his head, his words as dark as the subject matter. “If only every guy should be so lucky to have that kind of deal.”
“Mm,” she mumbled, shifting herself on the bed so that her knees were pressed to his hips, and then they were rolling until she was straddling his lap, hands on either side of his head. “Only you get to be that lucky.”
“Catty...” Sam's hands slid up from her waist, dragging the hem of her shirt up as his fingers dance along her bare skin.
She sat up, gaze trained on him as he pulled the piece of clothing off her and tossed it to the side. “Sam?”
“I wouldn't let you go to Hell.”
Leaning down again, she pressed her forehead against his, taking her time to let those words settle around them before saying, “In the entire time that you've known me, when exactly did you ever think that I really allowed someone to keep me from where I wanted to be?” And where she wanted to be was with him, even if it had to be in Hell.
Instead of replying, he flipped them over again, his mouth covering hers until she broke with a pant, her hands making quick work of the remainder of his clothes. The moments passed in a fine frenzy of removal and teasing, the heat shooting between them enough to start a fire even without the work of an actual flame. His lips pressed roughly to the inside of her thigh, a shiver running through her body as her eyes found him in the dark.
“I'll get electricity,” Catty moaned, her hips jerking up at the feel of his tongue along her hip. “But...”
“There's always a but with you,” his voice low and deep as he muttered the words along her skin.
“You have to pay for it.”
He moved until he was hovering over her, and she smirked up at him. “Should we shake on that?”
“Oh, I think you know what else we can do to make that an official deal. Now isn't the time to play coy, Winchester.”
Characters: Catty/Sam
'Verse: squarewarts
Rating: R
“I think... That's the last of the mess,” Catty muttered, running her fingers through her tousled hair and looking around her bedroom nervously. No sign of scorch marks on the walls, no burnt carpet, no lingering smoke.
“This is why candles are dangerous,” Sam pointed out, and she could tell that another little attempt to get her to switch to electricity was on the tip of his tongue until one hand went to rest on her hip, the already small shirt she was wearing sliding even further up.
His words were lost.
“This is why you're dangerous,” she countered, rolling her eyes and sighing softly. “Okay, so... No more candles when you're over. Or fire proof everything.” She paused, looking him over. “Or both.”
He reached out, hands on the hem of her shirt, tugging her closer. Her legs moved willingly until she was pulled to him, resting her own hands on his shoulders. “Or you could get actual lights installed.”
“Oh, no. No no no. You tried to burn my house down. Don't think that I'm about to do anything with you right now, Sam,” Catty told him, eyes narrowed even as her lips twitched with a growing smile.
Sam ignored her in favor of tugging her closer until they were both in the bed, limbs intertwined with each other. “I didn't try to burn your house down. If you weren't so you... If you didn't look... Okay, you don't have to give me that kind of look.”
“What look would that be?”
He rolled over until he had her pinned beneath him, and she stared up at him lazily, enjoying being dwarfed by him. “You think you know everything.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, a smirk taking over her face. “I kind of do when it comes to you.” She leaned up, brushing her lips against his cheek as she spoke. “Do I drive you mad, Sam?”
His large hands swept over her body, crawling slowly down her arms and brushing along her breasts, her sides, her waist while he stared down at her. “You're driving me straight to Hell.”
Catty paused before chuckling softly, the noise a touch sardonic. Her newly freed hand moved to sweep through his hair. “I won't let you go alone.” It was a promise that she wasn't making lightly, her lips moving until they found his to seal the deal, the hand in his hair lightly pulling him closer to her. “Even if you do try to keep burning my room to the ground,” she whispered before tugging gently at his lip with her teeth.
A small grin spread across his face as he shook his head, his words as dark as the subject matter. “If only every guy should be so lucky to have that kind of deal.”
“Mm,” she mumbled, shifting herself on the bed so that her knees were pressed to his hips, and then they were rolling until she was straddling his lap, hands on either side of his head. “Only you get to be that lucky.”
“Catty...” Sam's hands slid up from her waist, dragging the hem of her shirt up as his fingers dance along her bare skin.
She sat up, gaze trained on him as he pulled the piece of clothing off her and tossed it to the side. “Sam?”
“I wouldn't let you go to Hell.”
Leaning down again, she pressed her forehead against his, taking her time to let those words settle around them before saying, “In the entire time that you've known me, when exactly did you ever think that I really allowed someone to keep me from where I wanted to be?” And where she wanted to be was with him, even if it had to be in Hell.
Instead of replying, he flipped them over again, his mouth covering hers until she broke with a pant, her hands making quick work of the remainder of his clothes. The moments passed in a fine frenzy of removal and teasing, the heat shooting between them enough to start a fire even without the work of an actual flame. His lips pressed roughly to the inside of her thigh, a shiver running through her body as her eyes found him in the dark.
“I'll get electricity,” Catty moaned, her hips jerking up at the feel of his tongue along her hip. “But...”
“There's always a but with you,” his voice low and deep as he muttered the words along her skin.
“You have to pay for it.”
He moved until he was hovering over her, and she smirked up at him. “Should we shake on that?”
“Oh, I think you know what else we can do to make that an official deal. Now isn't the time to play coy, Winchester.”