the hyperion } { happy birthday to you ...
Jo: [is curled up on his lap, leaning against him, head rested to his shoulder] What... are we even watching?
Sam: I think it's a reality show? They all have ... really bad tans.
Jo: [makes a face] Yeah... it's like a parade of Oompa Loompas. Without the creepy Willy Wonka to make it okay.
Sam: [laughs] But with less self-control.
Jo: Yes! Exactly.
Sam: We should change the channel.
Jo: We... could turn it off.
Sam: That too.
Jo: [shifts a bit on his lap, some serious PURPOSE there] Because... it's my birthday and I think I get whatever I want on my birthday.
Sam: That is true, on both counts.
Jo: [shifts and turns around to face him] Do I get cake?
Sam: [slides his arms around her waist] Maybe.
Jo: [smirks, settling in] Do I get you?
Sam: That's a definitely.
Jo: [leans in and kisses him softly] I can deal with 50%.
Sam: [smiles as he kisses her back] There could be cake later.
Jo: [kisses him again] Oh?
Sam: [nods a bit as he presses a kiss to her chin] Mmm-hmm.
Jo: [shifts against his lap, pressing in closer] That could work.
Sam: [trails his lips lower, pressing his hand against the small of her back to pull her closer] Good.
Jo: [makes a soft sound, pleased at the closeness] I agree.
Sam: [hums against her skin, and his fingers trailing against her back lightly] So where would you like me to start?
Jo: [tips her head aside a bit, fingers slipping across his shoulders and up into his hair] I'm very open to suggestions.
Sam: It is your birthday. But if you're open to suggestions ... [trails his fingers under the edge of her shirt as he nips at her neck]
Jo: I'm pretty sure the best part of birthdays are the presents you don't expect.
Sam: That is true.
Jo: [leans in against him]
Sam: [wraps his arms around her, his fingers still trailing upwards, the tip of his middle finger hooking under the edge of her bra]
Jo: [moves in and kisses him, deeply, reclaiming his mouth]
Sam: [kisses her back, leaning back against the couch and pulling her with him]
Jo: [makes a soft sound against his mouth, sinking in closer to him, rocking lightly against his lap]
Sam: [groans into the kiss at the pressure, pushing his hips up to meet his]
Jo: [smirks against his mouth, her hands moving from his hair to down his shirt and toward the front of his jeans]
Sam: [flicks his thumb against clasp of her bra, before his hand dips lower to start to gather the material into his hands]
Jo: [lets her hand press against him as she leans back slipping her hand away long enough for her to allow her shirt to come up over her head]
Sam: [pulls back enough to get it off her, before letting his lips trail lower, brushing soft kisses against her skin]
Jo: [returns her hand between her thighs and against him, rubbing her palm against him as she sways into his kisses a bit]
Sam: [moans softly against her skin, his hips pushing up into her hand as she moved against him]
Jo: [keeps her hand against him, keeping that contact firm against him]
Sam: [his hand slips over to slide over her butt, pushing up and starting to move them back towards the bed]
Jo: [smirks, moving in to help make this easier, lacing her arms around his shoulders]
Sam: [slowly moves them in the general direction as he leans in to kiss her again, keeping her as close as possible]
Jo: [enjoys the close, but pulls away a bit, taking a few steps to put distance as she unbuttons her pants and starts to slowly push them off her hips]
Sam: [watches her as she does, shedding his shirt in the process and moving in closer]
Jo: [bends as she pushes the jeans down to the floor, stepping out of them and turning to let her back press to his chest, arching against him a bit, letting her hand move up to tug his head down toward her neck and shoulder as her hand reaches behind herself to brush against him again]
Sam: [slides an arm around her waist to pull her back against him, brushing kisses against her shoulder. his fingers span against her stomach, trailing against her skin before starting to dip lower]
Jo: [feels her muscles tense briefly before she arches against him again, tipping her head to the side slightly]
Sam: [curls in closer around her, nipping at her shoulder as he pushed her back against him more]
Jo: [moans softly, pulling her hand out from against him and instead to press to his hand, trying to guide his touch lower on her body]
Sam: [he follows her lead, trailing down over her skin before slipping between her legs]
Jo: [her head drops a bit at the contact, exhaling before pressing her shoulders back against his chest harder]
Sam: [hums against her skin, his fingers trailing against the inside of her thighs lightly]
Jo: [reaches her hand back against his hip and then up to the back of his shoulder again, just trying to sort out where her hands should go]
Sam: [his free hand moves up, sliding over her arm gently as he pulls her closer]
Jo: [shifts to turn around, slowly since she really doesn't want his hand to move, brushing her mouth against his chest and toward his shoulder, nipping softly against skin]
Sam: [moves his hand with her, letting his fingers trail up to the crease of her thigh, before moving higher to brush against her]
Jo: [hums against his skin, her fingers trailing over his chest as her mouth moves to beneath his ear, letting out a soft exhale]
Sam: [starts to walk them back towards the bed again, still letting his fingers press against her]
Jo: [leans up, nipping at his earlobe before whispering his name and moving to kiss against his jaw]
Sam: [sucks in a breath, scooping her up before her knees hit the back of the bed and easing her down onto it.]
Jo: [settles on the bed, letting her foot trace up his calf lightly before hooking her leg over him, pulling him down against her]
Sam: [leans in over her, moving in close to kiss her again, slow and deep]
Jo: [whimpers a bit against his mouth, tipping her head back as she goes with the kiss, her hands just wandering against his sides]
Sam: [pushes his hips down against her as he continued the kiss, his hand still pressing between her thighs]
Jo: [sighs a bit of a sound against his tongue, keeping her own moving against his as her thighs parted a bit further]
Sam: [just stays close, one leg slipping between hers and adding a bit more pressure]
Jo: [moans softly, shifting her lower half forward, trying to gain more against herself as she nips at his bottom lip]
Sam: [smirks into the kiss, pulling back from the kiss and starting to trail kisses down her neck again]
Jo: [exhales once her mouth is free, shimmying a bit down into the bed, trying to settle beneath his roaming mouth]
Sam: [slowly lets his mouth travel lower, leaving open mouted kisses against her skin]
Jo: [arches into each press of his mouth to her skin, her fingers trailing lightly over her skin as she watches him]
Sam: [slips his fingers under the material of her panties, brushing against the skin under them before starting to drag them off her hips]
Jo: [lifts her hips enough to help with that, her touch slinking up against her torso and resting over the swell of her breast]
Sam: [pulls them off her legs and lets his hand slide up over them on his way back, tipping his chin to the side to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh]
Jo: [her leg shifts a bit, giving him more room between her thighs as her skin grows a bit flush]
Sam: [his lips trail slowly against her skin, as one hand moves to slide against her again, brushing his thumb against her clit]
Jo: [exhales a heavy breath, along with a moan as she tries to shift down against the contact]
Sam: [his fingers press against her, his thumb circling against her for a moment, before one finger moves lower and slides inside her slowly]
Jo: [her foot digs into the bed, heel pushing down giving her body leverage as she tries not to surge against that]
Sam: [his free hand trails against the skin of her thigh, sliding back and forth to match the rhythm of his finger inside her]
Jo: [bites on her bottom lip, a whimper coming to her lips as she slowly rolls her hips along with his motions]
Sam: [just slowly continues to move against her, watching her as he does]
Jo: [her free hand moves to pull at her breast, head tipping back a bit more as she moans along with his actions]
Sam: [moves forward a bit, his hips rocking down against the bed to put a little pressure against himself, before leaning in to brush a kiss against her stomach and moving upwards]
Jo: [brings her gaze back to him, dropping her chin down as she tries to settle in against the bed, her lips parted as she exhales]
Sam: [kisses a line up her chest to the bottom of her chin, before shifting up to lean over her again, keeping his lips hovering just above hers]
Jo: [tries to tip up and catch his lips, but her breathing is a bit uncooperative at the moment, though she does manage to slip his name in between pants]
Sam: [just stays, hovering there for a moment, before dropping down and kissing her softly]
Jo: [shuts her eyes at the kiss, feeling her body sink into the bed a bit at that soft gesture]
Sam: [keeps the kiss soft for a moment, before starting to move his free hand to find the button of his jeans]
Jo: [her hand moves into his hair for a moment, just threading in there, tugging lightly before her other hand moves to help him with his efforts of removing his clothing]
Sam: [kicks his jeans off with her help, before settling back in against her again and returning to the kiss]
Jo: [lets her legs wrap close to him, surging her body to press against his as much as possible]
Sam: [groans into the kiss, pressing himself closer as his hips rocked against hers]
Jo: [meets the motion of his body, deepening the kiss with a whimper of want]
Sam: [moves with her, just enjoying the friction between them before shifting his hips back to push at his underwear]
Jo: [misses the contact once it's gone, trying to shift her leg so that her inner thigh presses against herself, but it's not exactly an easy feat with him still settled between her]
Sam: [works the material down off his hips, before leaning in close to her again, taking a hold of himself as he started to guide himself towards her]
Jo: [rolls her lower half slightly, trying to gain contact more than anything, just letting that anticipation build up in her body]
Sam: [guides himself into her slowly, the kiss going lazy at the contact, just taking in the feel of her wrapped around him]
Jo: [her own jaw goes a bit slack as she gasps, heel of her foot pressing down against the bed trying to make that feeling of him entering her last as long as her body could make it]
Sam: [slowly settles close, stopping when he's seated fully inside her and just letting them both take in the sensations before he starts to move]
Jo: [her hands map out across his back and shoulders, nails lightly taking hold as her fingers drag against skin, she can't even help herself but shift her hips upward, just to press herself against him harder, wanting that direct contact while he's so close]
Sam: [keeps himself as close as possible, setting a slow pace, wanting to make things last as long as possible]
Jo: [rocks just as slowly against him, pulling him closer to her as her mouth settles against his shoulder]
Sam: [brushes a kiss to her forehead as he settles closer, his head resting next to hers as he continued to move against her]
Jo: [drags her mouth against his shoulder, plying open-mouthed kisses lazily against his skin]
Sam: [breath pants softly in her ear, just keeping the steady rhythm, one hand settling on her hip to shift it, changing the angle just slightly]
Jo: [lets her teeth set to his shoulder, nipping slightly when his hand moves her against him]
Sam: [moans a bit at the feel of her teeth against his skin, the pace starting to pick up slightly]
Jo: [her mouth drags against his shoulder, moving up toward his neck, teeth leaving drag marks as she goes, hips moving to meet the pace he set]
Sam: [his forehead drops to her shoulder, still moving against her and just losing himself a little bit in the moment]
Jo: [her fingers grab for purchase a bit tighter against his back, mouth pressing against his neck as her tongue teases against his skin, soft panting breaths exhaled warmly as her body moves easily against his, keeping that pace]
Sam: [brushes one kiss to her shoulder before tipping his head to the side and sealing his lips over hers]
Jo: [deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth a bit aggressively as she tries to leverage her lower half up against him]
Sam: [meets her in that need, pulling her in closer and shifting that angle again, rocking his hips up against her a little bit harder]
Jo: [whimpers against his mouth, letting her teeth take a light hold of his tongue briefly before she nips at his bottom lip, trying to let the heavy panting hit the air]
Sam: [his head tips lower, teeth grazing against her jaw as he slowly made his way down to her neck]
Jo: [tips her head back, giving him more room along her neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly]
Sam: [continues to trail his way down her neck, occasionally nipping at her skin as his hips continue to work against her]
Jo: [her fingers falter against his skin, back arching enough to try and press toward his mouth as soft whimpers begin to build up into a litany of sounds]
Sam: [he can feel himself getting close, and he only continues to keep a steady pace, wanting to get her right there with him when he gets there]
Jo: [a hand moves to brush between her thighs, touching herself with a soft intent, letting everything that had been pooling in her body to push toward her climax] Sam... [his name spilled from her lips before a sharp cry as she feels her body start to tense] Don't stop.
Sam: [had no intention of doing anything of the kind. buries his lips in the nape of her neck, and keeps pushing into her as he feels her tighten around him]
Jo: [her body surges up against his, her fingers pressing harder against herself, trying not to stop as she feels everything build to that near burn of pleasurable pain, until even her touch is too harsh and she comes undone against him, fingers slipping away from herself and to rest to his waist]
Sam: [isn't far behind her, shuddering as he relaxes on top of her, his lips brushing against her cheek as he does]
Jo: [feels the soft tremors of her body still riding her climax, the inconsistent spasms that nearly startle her as she tries to keep them to a minimum, just clinging to him and the warmth of his body atop hers]
Sam: [exhales slowly, before tipping his head up to kiss her softly] Happy birthday, Jo.
Jo: [smirks, exhaling heavily as her hand moves to brush into his hair lazily] Was that my present?
Sam: [a bit of a smile, before kissing her again] Part of it.
Jo: [sighs, content] 'Cuz I'm okay with that being my present. [lazily spirals her fingers in soft patterns against his skin]
Sam: Oh yeah?
Jo: [hums, exhaling slower this time] Possibly...
Sam: [hmmms a bit as he considers this] Maybe I'll save the rest of it for next year.
Jo: [shuts her eyes, letting her foot drag up against his leg] Oh?
Sam: [nods a bit] Mmm-hmm. If you're happy with this being your present, then I might as well save it. Make my life easier. [he's totally joking]
Jo: [depending on when this birthday is happening, that may or may not be a mean joke] That so?
Sam: [probably be easier to have this birthday happen after, because he's in too good a mood for it to be during Apocalypse times] Yup.
Jo: [runs her fingertips lazily against his back] I will defer to your better judgment.
Sam: Good. [leans in to kiss her again] I love you.
Jo: [gets a slight bit giggly at that]
Sam: [grins] What?
Jo: [exhales, calming herself down] Nothing.
Sam: Uh-huh.
Jo: [smirks, glancing up at him] How much?
Sam: How much what?
Jo: [grins, very cheesetastic] Do you love me, how much?
Sam: [grins a bit at that, before leaning in close to kiss her softly] Enough to last me forever.
Jo: [hums, returning the kiss] So... you don't need anymore then. [goes to get up and leave, even though giant Sam is still atop her]
Sam: [shifts his arm to brace her and keep her from leaving] I think there's always room for surplus.
Jo: [lightly shrugs] Alright, I guess that works.
Sam: [sighs softly as he finally shifts off her, just starting to settle next to her]
Jo: [smirks, turning to face him] I love you too, for the record.
Sam: [smirks back and brushing a kiss to her shoulder] I hoped so.
Jo: Hoped, but didn't know? [thinky face] I need to work on that.
Sam: [smirks] I thought saying that I knew might make me sound too cocky.
Jo: [smirks] My mind just went dirty.
Sam: Well, we did just finish getting dirty. I think it's a pretty logical leap to make.
Jo: [still smirking] This is true.
Sam: [nods a bit, his hand trailing lightly over her stomach]
Jo: [exhales, shifting to move in closer against him]
Sam: [curls his arms around her and pulls her closer]
Jo: [settles in] So... no present?
Sam: [smirks, and shifts so that his hand is wandering back to the drawer in the nightstand]
Jo: [hums softly, curling in a bit closer to him] Ooh, there is a present.
Sam: [pulls a clean folder out of the desk drawer, before turning to hand it to her] You think I would lie about something like that?
Jo: [tilts her head, glancing to the folder and narrowing her eyes curiously] No... but this is not so wrapped with a bow looking.
Sam: [nods slowly, as he turns to hand it to her] No, but ... still worth having. [inside the folder are pages written in John Winchester's semi-legible handwriting, about hunts, but if she reads them, she'll see stuff about 'Bill' peppered through them]
Jo: [she'll slide the pages out and frown thoughtfully for a moment, skimming them and then she realizes what they are and she sort of freezes slightly. Her fingers brush over the page and trace over where her father is mentioned and she sits up a bit straighter.] Sam... this is, this is part of your dad's files. You shouldn't have... I mean, I can't take these.
Sam: [shakes his head] Yes, you can. [a beat] I mean, I know coming from my dad it's ... [another beat] ... I thought that even if it's coming from my dad, it's still a piece of yours. And I want you to have them.
Jo: [which brings up the second reason of her objection] Does Dean know you did this?
Sam: [pops his shoulder in a shrug] I made photocopies for Dad's journal. He'll never know the difference. I've been doing most of the journal research lately anyway. [for reasons he doesn't want to get into now. Dean's angst doesn't belong here]
Jo: [she nods again and goes back to glancing over the pages. After another few minutes, she slips them back into the folder and sets them aside. She leans over and kisses him softly, pulling away to speak] Thank you, Sam.
Sam: [closes his eyes as he kisses her back] Happy birthday, Jo.
Jo: [there is a selfish part of her that wants to have this next year too, but if she starts to think about the things that she'll miss if things don't work out, she'll end up ruining this moment here and she doesn't want to ruin it at all] This was perfect.
Sam: [brushes his thumb against her chin as he smiles softly. he's trying not to think beyond this moment because there's too much uncertainty ahead of them] Good.
Jo: [she leans in for another kiss and slides in closer to him, the sitting up straighter before put a tiny bit more 'serious' in her posture and she wanted to just lean against him now]
Sam: [shifts a bit to slide his arm around her as they kiss keeping her close and brushing a kiss to her forehead]
Jo: [just takes in all the closeness, settling comfortably beside him, feeling relaxed and content]
Sam: [stays close, one hand dragging softly against her back]
Jo: [she'll shift to rest against his chest more, her hand settling near her mouth as she slowly starts to fall asleep] You're gonna make me sleep.
Sam: [smirks slightly] Is that a bad thing?
Jo: [hums a bit] Maybe not... I'm not sure.
Sam: From what I remember, sleep is very, very good.
Jo: [deep breath and a nod] It is good, but then it means my birthday might be over when I wake up.
Sam: [hums a bit as he thinks that over] Doesn't have to be.
Jo: [takes another breath and curls in closer] Hmmm you make a very convincing case.
Sam: [tightens his arm around her and lets his lips rest to the top of her head] I say it's still your birthday until we leave this room.
Jo: [smirks] Then we're never leaving.
Sam: [chuckles] Sounds good to me.
Jo: [shifts to press a kiss to his chest and then resettles] Good. That's the plan, then.
Sam: [nods as his hand keeps brushing against her back] That's the plan.
Jo: It's a good plan.
Sam: I think it's the best plan I've heard in a while.
Jo: [nods and lets his soothing brushing motion lull her into a bit of a haze in between awake and asleep]
Sam: [continues the slow motion. he's not close to sleep yet, but he'll get there eventually]
Jo: [her hand shifts a bit, that heaviness clearly evident in it as it slides away from the center of his chest down to his side]
Sam: [exhales slowly, evening out his breathing as he starts to lull himself]
Jo: [she shifts again, this time more of a half-asleep shift where she just wants her mouth to press to skin, so it does]
Sam: [smiles slightly, as his eyes finally drop closed and he starts to drift off]
Jo: [and she's out like a light]
Sam: [and soon, so is he]