SPN/SV Fic: Destati (1/?)
Destati (1/?) -- Sam/Chloe
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
“And when one of them finds his other half, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are they who pass their lives with one another; yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of intercourse, but of something else which the soul desires and can not tell, and of which she has only a dark and doubtful presentiment.” -Plato, Symposium
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Sam's weary grip rested on the car he had stolen from the hotel parking lot in Nashville, Tennessee, where he had left his brother Dean to solve that haunted house mystery while he cleared his head. Actually, it was just so he could run away and not think about the monster he would one day become.
He dragged a hand through his unruly hair and looked around the quaint street where he'd parked. He didn't know where he was, but there was nothing in town. At all... except a coffee shop that still seemed open. With a sigh and a groan, he eased out of the car and crossed the dark, practically deserted street to this place called The Talon. Maybe they had something there to eat and drink, he thought as he opened the doors.
In the corner of the nearly deserted cafe, Chloe Sullivan sat at a table alone, her hands wrapped around a mug of hot coffee. Not intelligent considering she hadn't slept in what felt like days. Of course her body was so used to caffeine it didn't have much impact on her anymore anyway. The faint jangle of the bell on the door that signaled a new arrival made her glance up instinctively. A very tall, attractive man with thick brown hair stepped inside, slowly heading for the counter. He was wrapped in a brown jacket, and a pair of jeans that fit just perfectly. Blushing at that stray thought, she shook her head a little. She gazed at him curiously. There weren't many people in Smallville Chloe didn't know or at least know of, but this man...was certainly new.
Sam ordered a double shot espresso and a large muffin, his face dark with the thoughts in his mind when he became aware of a set of eyes on his frame. Turning, he noticed a beautiful blonde-haired woman sitting at a table, alone, staring a him with blatant curiosity. He'd always liked curious women, so this one peaked his interest.
Funny thing was, he noticed she looked as tired as he did. So when he got his coffee and muffin, he walked towards her with a small, even smile on his face, dark eyes meeting her lighter green ones.
She felt a spark of electricity run through her when their eyes met and she swallowed hard, wondering what the hell that was about. Feeling even more curious as he walked toward her, she smiled faintly at him, unable to tear her gaze away. Who is this guy? she wondered.
"Mind if I sit with you?" Sam asked quietly, shooting her a boyish grin and a little too pleased to see her immediate reaction: a blush that warmed her face and a twinkle to her eyes. He found he liked that way too much.
"Sure, be my guest." She gazed at him, taken aback at how his cheeks dimpled when he grinned. It was insanely adorable.
Feeling her heated gaze roam over his face, he sat down and took a sip of his coffee. "So I hate to ask the obvious, but how come you're sitting in here all by yourself?" He winced inwardly, cursing himself to asking such an obvious 'Dean Winchester Pick-Up' line, but he had to have some kind of excuse to sit down and talk to her.
A wry smile tugged at her lips. "Well, because it is almost Midnight. Most people in Smallville are in bed by 9. Small town life is just that thrilling."
He grinned again at her snappy comeback. "Is that where I am? Smallville?" He slouched a little in his chair, taking a relatively large bite out of his muffin.
"It is. Lucky you." She offered him a real smile this time, sipping her coffee.
Her smile caught him completely off guard. It lit up her entire face, making her radiantly beautiful. And she had been checking him out for the last several minutes, so Sam could handle a little flirtation. "Name's Sam Winchester," he stated, holding out his hand.
She set her mug down and held her hand out, sliding it into his and swallowing hard as she felt the electricity once more. "Chloe Sullivan."
Sam knew she had felt that surge of awareness through her, because the same thing had just happened to him. It was as if... they had known each other before, or were long lost lovers reunited. He frowned inwardly. Did running from one's destiny mean waxing rhapsodic regularly. "Nice to meet you... Chloe." He winked at her and reluctantly pulled his hand away, taking another sip of his coffee.
"You too, Sam," she said softly, feeling off-kilter. "So how'd you end up here?" She had to say something to push away the rapidly spinning thoughts in her mind that were telling her she knew this man. Because she would definitely remember if she'd met him before.
Her voice was like the sound of angels singing, Sam thought in a daze, taking a sip of his coffee as his eyes focused on her. "A car," he replied with a flirtatious yet shy grin.
An amused grin spread across her face. "Oh, so you didn't teleport?" she teased.
Sam hoped she didn't hear his sharp intake of breath at that delicious smile lighting up her whole face. He chuckled lightly, glad to see she had his sense of humor. "Nah, I don't think I have that power... yet." He winked at her and offered her some of his muffin.
"Thanks." She took a small piece of the muffin, still grinning at him. "Well, if you stick around Smallville long enough, you'll probably have a good shot at getting that power."
He was distracted by watching her mouth open and pop a piece of muffin inside. Then by her eyes as they fluttered shut momentarily, as if enjoying the treat. "What's that?" he asked softly, shaking him head when he realized she'd spoken.
Chloe opened her eyes again, tilting her head to one side with faint amusement. "Smallville. Meteor freak capitol of the world. Lots of weird things happen around here," she told him, surprising herself. Not that weirdness in Smallville was really news--if you Googled the name of the town, literally hundreds of pages of weirdness would pop up. But she was surprised that she felt comfortable enough with this stranger--very attractive stranger, she thought--to admit she believed in it.
Sam snorted softly and shook his head. "This is my kind of town," he muttered, more to himself than to her, though he caught her eyes sparkle with curiosity at his comment. "I know weird, believe me." He took another sip of coffee, wondering what had made him confess what he usually tried to conceal to hard. It was more than just trying to impress her. He felt a connection to her he couldn't quite name.
"Makes two of us," she said, her voice soft, intently watching him drink his coffee. His eyes were a dark hazel and she found herself wanting to get lost inside them.
Her comment startled him slightly, and he put his mug down. "So you hunt the thing that goes bump in the night, too?" he whispered, leaning across the table at her. He was mesmerized by her pale blonde hair, her rosy flawless complexion, her emerald eyes that glittered with surprise in the dimly lit room.
"Well, hunting's sort of an overstatement. Most of the time anyway," she said with a small smile, holding his gaze, stunned by the intensity of his. Like he was looking right through her into her soul. "More like...investigation. You could say I...have a nose for trouble." A wry smile spread across her face.
"Funny," he whispered with a small grin, "your nose looks too perfect to get into trouble." God, did he just say that out loud? He looked down, another shy dimpled grin on his face.
Chloe was caught off guard by the compliment and her cheeks flushed with heat as she ducked her head. "Thanks," she whispered.
He cleared his throat but didn't look at her. Not just yet. He feared he'd get caught in that beautiful face if he did too soon. "I'm actually just passing through, unless there's something here that needs to be... taken care of," he murmured in a low voice.
Me, she thought immediately, closing her eyes momentarily and shoving the thought from her mind. "Surprisingly...there hasn't been a meteor freak related death here in about a week." It was supposed to be a joke, but it fell flat, her weariness obvious in her voice though it wasn't intentional.
Maybe I shouldn't be here, Sam thought, looking up and inter her eyes. Freak or not, the idea of his turning evil in Chloe's presence wasn't his idea of fun times. "Good to know, though from the sound of things, you're as tired as I am."
She lifted her gaze to meet his once more. "That obvious?" she asked softly.
He smiled softly. "Only in that 'I'm so tired I could pass out in my coffee' kind of way." He pushed the muffin towards her again, this time his fingers lightly brushing the back of her hand. Mistake, he realized as he felt the pang of need hit him with the force of a Mac truck.
The instant his fingers brushed against her skin, goose bumps spread over her arms and she tried to think of something to say as she found herself gazing at him, startled once more by the intense sense of familiarity she felt toward him. She swallowed hard, momentarily losing all sense of time and place.
Sam held her stare: he had to. It was as if he had lost all ability to control his own body, and the way she was looking at him did nothing to calm the burning within. His thoughts suddenly turned to the taste of her mouth, how she'd move underneath him. And swallowed hard, silently commanding his mind and body to stop. He fumbled for words but found nothing left his lips. How could he speak, he wondered, when her gaze dropped to stare at his mouth?
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" she asked, not really even aware of what she was asking.
An involuntary smile crossed his lips. "Counting my car?" he asked with an amused glance, once again falling into her eyes willingly. His mind wandered, asking the question he hoped she'd ask. He wanted to stay with her, he realized.
"Well that can't possibly be comfortable." She smiled shyly, but couldn't bring herself to look away from his gaze. "My cousin lives in the apartment upstairs, but she's out of town. If you wanna stay there with me..." Some small part of her wondered if she'd been infected by some kind of Red-K induced spell because this was not like her at all.
"Anything beats trying to cram into the driver's seat and sleep," he replied with a broad smile, wondering if she had the power to read minds. It wouldn't be the first time he had come across a beautiful woman who possessed similar abilities.
She smiled again, still unable to look away from him. Distantly it occurred to her that this was the dumbest idea she'd ever had. Inviting a man she'd just met to stay the night with her in an empty apartment, no one else knowing what was going on...there were so many horror stories that started out just like that. Despite her mind's vague protests, her heart told her Sam was someone she could trust completely. That he was a good guy.
Sam sensed her inner struggle, saw the doubt in her eyes, and sighed. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable; it bothered him that she was. "Look, I appreciate the offer, but maybe I shouldn't." His eyes spoke the regret he felt. Staying up all night with this woman felt so right, but there was no way he'd force that on her.
Her face fell a little. "Oh. I'm sorry I didn't even..." She shook her head, kicking herself for being so stupid. "I didn't even consider you'd have a girlfriend. Of course you would." A faint, wry smile that didn't reach her eyes touched her lips.
Out of instinct, his hand reached across and touched her hand waving in the air as she babbled. "Wait," he whispered, stroking her open palm with his thumb, "I don't have a girlfriend." He smiled softly at her, despite his body's intense reaction to touching her soft skin.
She looked down at where he was gently holding her hand, closing her eyes at the feel of his thumb stroking her skin so softly. Without thinking about what she was doing, she pressed a kiss to his hand.
Chloe's lips touching his skin made Sam's heart pound nervously in his chest. Did she know what she was doing to him? he wondered, watching her with intense eyes. When she looked up suddenly, he gently pulled her across the table, meeting her halfway and touching his lips to hers gently.
The flicker of electricity she'd felt at the light touch was nothing compared to that which she felt when their lips met. Heat washed over her along with a need so strong it almost frightened her. What was happening? She lifted a hand to his cheek, her other moving to cup the back of his neck gently.
A groan emanated from his throat as their lips moved with each other, his tongue sliding into her mouth, entreating rather than demanding. His eyes opened, though, and he pulled back from her, aware that he was taking advantage of her. Something he had no intention of doing, no matter how much her kiss felt like home. "God, I'm sorry..." he began, unable to meet the confusion in her eyes.
"Sorry for what?" she whispered, shaking her head a little and keeping her hand against his cheek. She was pretty sure he felt the magnetic force between them as much as she did, and she was surprised by his hesitation.
Groaning, Sam took her face between his hands and whispered, "This," before capturing her lips in another sensual kiss. His thumbs stroked her cheekbones, creating goose bumps of desire along his arms. Whatever was between them, he knew he had to see through to the other side. Something whispered she felt the same.
No one had ever kissed her like that before. Not that she had a lot of experience, but this bordered on something beyond her understanding. She felt something within her beginning to awaken, something powerful and all consuming. "Don't apologize," she breathed against his mouth as she rested her forehead against his a moment later.
He chuckled but didn't pull away. "Keep kissing me like that, and I'll be forced to apologize for what I'd do later." He felt bold but she apparently didn't mind. He felt completely lost in her touch, her feminine scent, her voice, her touch.
"In that case..." She kissed him again, unable to stop herself.
Sam wanted to drag her across the table and put her in his lap so she could feel how much her affected him. He scooted out of his seat and leaned against the table, pushing his lips against hers while keeping his hands on the table for sheer support. He never thought he'd get weak-kneed over someone's kiss, but she had managed to do that. He broke the kiss to look at her questioningly.
Her breathing was ragged and she met his gaze with desire and need in her eyes. It slowly dawned on her that they were still in the middle of the Talon, which, while almost empty, still wasn't actually empty. Wordlessly, she picked up her purse from the seat beside her and took his hand, sliding her fingers through his and slowly leading him toward the staircase.
His heart thudding in his chest, Sam let her take him upstairs and into the small one room apartment where her cousin lived. He shut the door behind them and leaned back against it, his conscience pricking him again. Did he really want to do this? he asked himself, watching her grab some matches and start lighting candles. Do this to her and then leave in the morning? He closed his eyes, trying to shut off his mind.
She finished lighting the candles and slowly turned to face him. "Do you want anything to drink? I'm pretty sure Lois has at least a beer in her fridge." She smiled.
He smiled back though he didn't make a move. He didn't dare, not with the way he felt or the look in her eyes. "Beer sounds good," he replied in a gruff voice.
"Make yourself at home," she said softly, motioning to the sofa as she headed for the kitchen. She paused at the refrigerator, pulling it open and contemplating the fact that she had definitely lost her mind and she wasn't sure she cared. There was something about Sam that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but the need to be near him, to touch him, was overwhelming. Grabbing the beer from the door, she shut the fridge once more and slowly headed over toward him once more.
Sam had not moved, despite her invite to sit on the couch. No, from where he was standing, he could watch her every move as she opened the refrigerator, bent down to grab the beers, leaving him a searing picture of her nicely shaped rump that would haunt his dreams, and walk back to him. His eyes took on a predatory look when she reached him and handed him a beer. "Thanks," he whispered, taking it from her hand and pulling her close again.
She may have been frightened or at least alarmed by the hungry, almost feral look in his eyes if it had been anyone else besides him. But her body and mind responded with an almost primitive need of her own as she stood on her tiptoes, pressing a soft, feather light kiss to the corner of his mouth, teasing them both.
Sam groaned and picked her up, pressing her body against his as he pulled her up his body so she was eye level with him. He kissed her fully, pressing her shapely body against his as he walked them over to the couch.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved them to the sofa, her fingers sliding through his hair as he slowly laid her down so that she was gazing up at him.
She was underneath him, just as he'd imagined. And she was staring at him, just like he'd hoped. But this was still madness. His weight pressed her into the cushions and he closed his eyes at her touch. "Can you feel it?" he whispered, enraptured.
"Yes," she whispered, tracing his jaw line lightly with her fingers, unable to stop touching him. "I feel it too."
He traced the outline of her face and lips with his fingers, eyes still closed. Trying to memorize her every curve to commit to memory. His hands brushed along her jaw and neck, trailing along the sides of her body. He trembled as he buried his head into her neck, his breathing harsh and ragged as she continued to touch him.
"Sam," she whispered, the feel of his breath against her neck giving her another case of goose bumps. "I...this isn't..."
His hands stopped moving and he looked up at her. "Like I said, I'm sorry," he whispered, mentally kicking himself for being such an ass.
"No," she said quickly, touching his cheek, her green eyes burning into his hazel ones. "It's just...I don't normally do this," she admitted in a soft, shy voice. "I mean, I'm not the kind of girl who generally asks a guy she just met to..." She bit her lower lip, still gazing at him, willing him to understand what she was saying since she couldn't seem to get it out.
He gently touched her lower lip with his finger. A crooked smile graced his own lips. "I'm not normally the kind of guy who takes a girl up on this... offer?" His voice sounded uncertain, and once again he wondered if he should stop touching her and leave. He knew that was impossible, though. The going and the not touching.
She smiled and kissed the tip of his finger lightly. "This is different," she murmured, searching his eyes. "I don't know why, but it is."
"Different," he whispered, his face twisted in pleasurable agony as she licked his finger. "Different... dangerous." Yeah, dangerous, Sam, he thought. What if he became evil and killed her?
"Dangerous?" she echoed, gazing at him intently. "I know danger and I don't feel it here," she told him softly.
"I'm not dangerous... yet," he whispered in harsh tones, stroking her mouth with his finger. "I don't know if... There are things about me, Chloe..."
Chloe studied him, sliding a hand through his hair and trailing lightly down to rest on the back of his neck. "What things?" she asked softly.
The moment wasn't lost on him. His body trapping hers, their mutual need for each other evident, their inability to leave each other alone becoming an issue to address... and yet he wanted nothing more than to tell her everything. "I dream about... the future," he whispered, dipping his finger into her mouth to stroke her lower lip. "And... other things..."
She placed a soft kiss against his temple, closing her eyes momentarily as she felt him kiss her collarbone ever so lightly. She wondered how long it would take at this rate to drive each other crazy, but that was another thing she didn't care about. "You help people," she said softly. It wasn't a question.
He breathed gently against her skin, inhaling the lingering perfume she had undoubtedly put on much earlier in the day. It made him crazy, just as her body squirming gently under him was doing. He put his hands on her hips and gently gripped them. "I do," he whispered, kissing her exposed skin.
"You've never hurt anyone before," she whispered, her eyes closing again as she swallowed hard, intoxicated by his presence and needing more.
He sighed and slipped his hands underneath her shirt. "No," he replied, moving his head and looking into her eyes, losing himself completely in her. He needed her like a dying man for one drink of water.
She shivered at the feel of his hands against her bare skin. "I trust you," Chloe told him, the words soft but sincere as she gazed back at him just as intensely.
Sam smiled seductively. "Then can we put ourselves out of each others' misery?" he begged lightly, leaning down to kiss her neck while his hands roamed over her sides and stomach.
"God, yes," she whispered urgently, sliding her hands down his back.
Groaning in frustration, he kissed her open mouth, releasing all his pent-up desire for her. A total stranger, he thought as their kiss deepened, tongues seeking entrance to the others' mouths. He pulled her up into a sitting position opposite him and lifted her shirt off her, his hands trailing where his eyes had gazed.
She should have been nervous. Even with Jimmy she'd been nervous every time they made love and it had never made any sense to her why. Something about Sam's presence made her feel very safe at the same time she felt incredibly turned on. She reached out and pulled his shirt off as well, her gaze sweeping over his muscular, well-toned chest. He had Jimmy beat. For that matter, he had Clark Kent beat as well. Swallowing hard, she slowly slid her hands down his chest, gazing at him intently.
Sam slipped her bra off her and wondered at the beauty of her body. She was flawless, he thought. The soft candlelight played off her skin like satin and emphasized her curves. Her eyes were just as focused on his own body, which made him chuckle to himself. The last woman he'd been with had always loved to simply touch him, too. "That's nice," he rasped, breathless.
She smiled at him, the glow from the candles reflecting in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to meet his. "You're beautiful," she said softly, her smile widening a little at the color that flushed his cheeks. She kissed him lightly.
He chuckled slightly. "So are you." He leaned her back into the couch cushions again and pressed a kiss between her breasts, resting his head there for a moment while his hands continued touching her smooth skin. His breath hitched in his throat at her fingers skimming over his body. He heard her heart hammering in her chest and smiled softly.
Chloe swallowed hard, shifting beneath him restlessly and slowly moving her hands to undo the button on his jeans. "Do you have...protection?" she asked softly.
He nodded silently, one hand leaving her body to reach into his back pocket for his wallet. He sat up to take a foil wrapper from it. Tossing his wallet onto the floor, he looked at her. "Should we...?" He glanced at the bed on the opposite side of the room, then back at her.
"Probably be more comfortable," she agreed with a soft smile.
Thinking of his legs that had dangled off the end of the couch, he chuckled softly. "Definitely. But... wouldn't your cousin... kill you for...?" Worry touched his brow as he thought of that conversation.
A soft laugh escaped her. "Like I'm going to tell her?"
Sam pulled her up and helped her off the couch. Picking her up and heading for the bedroom, he whispered, "I was kinda hoping you didn't kiss and tell." He used one hand to brush the pillows and comforter back and then sat her down on the bed, reaching for her jeans.
She smiled at him, lifting her hips to help him finish undressing her. At the same time, she pulled the zipper on his jeans down.
Nearly weeping at the relief being freed of his clothing brought him, he nevertheless trembled at her light touch against his thighs. He matched her caresses as he pushed her back into a pillow and followed her, licking her inner thigh softly and feeling her intense arousal. He stopped long enough to take the condom out of its wrapper and putting it on his length before meeting her on the bed again.
Chloe looked up at him, sliding her fingers through his as their gazes locked. "Make love to me, Sam," she said in a soft, almost inaudible voice.
His eyes burning, intensity matched by the fire in his body, he nudged her thighs apart. Kissing her lips, he gently slid into her and held himself still, so she could adjust to his presence.
She closed her eyes, tightening her fingers around his slightly and returning the kiss as she slowly lifted her hips to meet him halfway.
Her movement nearly made him climax, but Sam forced his body to settle down enough to give her as much pleasure as he was offering. They moved together, slowly at first, though the more friction they felt, the faster their bodies pushed towards the other. Sam closed his eyes and kissed Chloe, feeling his peak close all too soon.
She slid her hands over his shoulder blades and smoothed them down his back, a rush of pleasure washing over her as her climax hit, causing her to cry out.
Her name was a prayer on his lips as he felt his body release inside her, his breathing ragged and sharp. Several minutes passed before he was able to breathe normally.
Relaxing back against the pillows, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her hands rubbing small, soothing circles over his back.
"That was... you..." Trying to formulate complete thoughts was impossible, Sam realized as he moved off her and curled her body against his, only breaking contact with her to dispense of the used condom.
She rested her forehead against his collarbone, smiling when she felt his arm drape around her, pulling her as close as possible. "That was incredible," she whispered.
He kissed the back of her neck, peaceful for the first time in over a month. "Yes," he whispered, unable to let her go. He held her pinned to him, willing her to literally become one with him.
She wove her fingers through his, letting their hands rest lightly on her stomach. She was completely relaxed in his arms, her mind quiet for the first time since she could remember. "Where you from?" she asked softly, hoping he wasn't the type to just pass out after making love.
Sam chuckled a little. "Lawrence, actually. Ever been there?" He reached down and pulled the comforter over them to warm their cooling bodies.
"Couple of times," she said, nodding and stroking his hand lightly with her thumb. "I'm actually from Metropolis myself."
"Really? I thought you were from here," he replied, nipping on her earlobe gently.
She smiled, suppressing the urge to giggle. "My dad and I moved here when I was in eighth grade. I moved back to Metropolis for college, though."
"Liked that, did you?" he asked, nibbling on her ear again. "You're in Metropolis again, then?"
"Sort of," she murmured.
Sam buried his face into her hair and smelled her fragrant shampoo. He didn't want to let her go, ever. The mere thought made him stiffen involuntarily for a second.
She felt him tense but as she stroked her fingers lightly over his arm, she felt him relax once more. She slowly began to tell him about the last few months--Lana's pregnancy and the strain that secret had put on her friendship with Clark, about feeling caught between Jimmy and Clark. "And then it all sort of came to a head about a week ago at Lana and Lex's engagement party."
Sam sighed and hugged her closer, understanding now why she had appeared so alone, so tired when he saw her in the Talon. "What happened?" he asked softly, secretly dreading the answer. Clearly, she was in love with another man, and it had to be this Clark she spoke of.
"He crashed the dinner with my cousin. They were both completely wasted. Clark went on this horrible rampage, told everyone how Lana was marrying Lex because of the baby." She winced a little at the memory. "It was pretty horrible."
Sam stroked her arms in an effort to calm her a little. "I'm guessing horrible didn't exactly cover that," he replied in a thoughtful tone. Dean was right, he admitted: people were crazy. Just plain strange.
"Not really," she admitted, relaxing once more, and closing her eyes. "It was pretty much a disaster. I've been in avoid mode ever since."
"I... know the feeling," he whispered, closing his eyes against the words he heard in his mind, that statement that had haunted him ever since Dean spoke them.
Sensing a change in his mood, she slowly turned over in his arms so she was facing him, her face inches away from his on the pillow. She brought one hand up to gently touch his temple. "Tell me," she said very softly.
He took a moment, eyes closed while he focused on her fingers trailing over his face, and then started speaking. About his life, how his mother had died, growing up learning how to hunt and not be afraid of that thing in the closet, even how his last girlfriend Jessica had died. "That was what got me back into hunting," he stated. "I wanted to avenge her death, but instead, I got more than I bargained for." He brushed her hair from her eyes to look at her.
Her eyes were sad as she gazed at him, simply listening to him. The pain in his words was obvious and she rested a hand lightly against his chest, hoping to comfort him in some small way.
He swallowed hard, her touch generating heat in his body again. "This is going to sound really cheesy but... where have you been all my life?" he whispered, a small smile on his lips as he gazed at her.
Chloe couldn't help but grin, kissing him softly. "Yeah. It's cheesy, but sweet nonetheless."
He leaned into her kiss, shutting his eyes against the desire he felt sweeping over him. "Trying to get me worked up again?" he teased gently.
She laughed softly, leaning her forehead against his.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, cradling her head gently. "Those friends of yours... they're not good enough for you." He kissed her forehead, wishing for the hundredth time that he could be wherever she was.
She slid her arm around his waist, their bodies pressed together in content silence. She wasn't going to think about the morning. Right now she was just happy to be with him.
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Chloe woke slowly the next morning, her nose immediately assaulted by the heavenly scent of pancakes and bacon. Stretching a little, she yawned and opened her eyes. It took her only a moment to realize where she was and what had happened the night before. Sam. She looked at the empty space beside her and it dawned on her he had to be the one cooking. A smile spread across her face.
"Ow!" he cursed softly, the bacon grease popping over his hands. He reached over and turned down the heat. He and Dean had to start staying in hotel rooms that came equipped with kitchens, he grumbled to himself. He'd forgotten how nice it was to have the option of eating in. He didn't hear Chloe get out of bed and approach him. His sole focus was on not burning the bacon or toast.
Dressed in her cousin's white robe, she slid her arms around his waist from behind. "Morning," she whispered with a smile.
Her sudden presence should have scared him, but oddly enough it didn't. He simply leaned back against her body and smiled. "Morning," he replied, turning around in her embrace and kissing her quickly. "Hungry?"
She grinned at him, her green eyes bright. "It smells great. Can't remember the last time someone fixed me breakfast."
He smirked. "Don't get excited just yet. It's been awhile since I've cooked for someone." He turned around and grabbed the bacon out of the pan, followed by the pancakes, once again reminded of how much he lacked in his life. It made him sad to even think on it.
"The fact that you can cook means you're a step ahead of anyone in my family," she told him, touching his arm.
"I used to cook for Jess all the time, but since I've been on the road with Dean..." He shrugged and let his words fall. "I hate take out, ya know?"
Chloe gazed at him, her eyes sad. "That's certainly understandable." She led him to the small kitchen table where they both sat down with a plate of food. She slid her fingers through his.
The food forgotten for a moment, Sam simply looked at their intertwined fingers. When had this one night stand become something more? he asked himself, lifting her hand and kissing it softly.
She smiled softly, watching him intently. "You're a good man, Sam Winchester," she said softly.
His gaze shifted to her eyes. "And you're the woman of my dreams, Chloe Sullivan," he replied with a soft smile. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently.
Her eyes were bright and she kept hold of his hand as they ate breakfast in a comfortable silence rather than an awkward one that would generally follow from what had happened the previous night.
With breakfast finished, their stomachs comfortably full, Sam knew the time was coming for him to leave. But he didn't want to. He realized he would rather lose a limb than leave her side...
How could he stay, though? For that matter, how could he ask her to come with him, put up with his snarky older brother, constantly have her life in danger because of their line of work... have her fear the day he turned darkside on her and killed her? He squeezed her hand before reluctantly letting go. No, he thought. Impossible. He stood up and smiled hollowly. "Help me clean up?"
"Of course." She sensed the shift in his mood as if it were her own. Maybe it was. Because she knew that time was approaching and she was dreading it, as well. Biting her lower lip, she carried her dishes to the sink and began to fill it with hot, soapy water. She was half-tempted to ask him to stay. But it wouldn't be right. He had a life on the road with his brother, tracking down a demon that had killed his parents and the love of his life. A life that certainly did not involve her.
Sam could have kicked himself at the downcast look in her eyes. She looked lost in thought as she stared at the bubbles rise in the sink, dirty dishes being covered up by the suds. With a small groan, he brought the remainder of breakfast over to the counter, put them down with a gentle thump, then turned her around and pulled her into a warm embrace, kissing her lips as he stroked her cheeks with his hands.
She kissed him back without hesitation, shifting closer to him as she felt the electricity between them once more. Saying goodbye was going to be much harder than she'd ever imagined.
Sam picked her off her feet, making their faces on even ground to plunder her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, and he leaned her against the kitchen wall for extra leverage. Damn, he wanted her again. Always. How would he be able to leave this woman? he wondered.
Within seconds her robe was on the floor along with his clothes. "Sam," she whispered, clinging onto him for support.
His hands roamed all over her body, dipping a finger between her thighs and finding her as wet and ready for him as he was hard for her. He grunted against the pressure of her body straining against his. "I don't think... I... have any more.... Chloe," he groaned, his words unintelligible when she licked his chest with her tongue.
Wordlessly she reached out and yanked open Lois' junk drawer, pulling a foil packet from inside and handing it to him with a smile.
"Remind me to thank your cousin if I ever meet her," he muttered, taking it from her and carrying her back to bed.
She grinned at his words and looked up at him as he lay her down on her back, crawling over her, his gaze intense. She kissed a trail from his neck to his collarbone, darting her tongue out to taste his skin once more.
Her lips against his skin made Sam crazy. Literally. He flipped her over, putting her on top, straddling his hips so she could better run her full lips over his body. He groaned loudly. "Dammit, Chloe," he grunted when her hands drifted past his hips.
"Should I stop?" she teased softly, gazing down at him.
He looked at her as if she had grown antennae on her head. "Tease," he grunted, stroking her soft flesh seductively.
"Never." She hesitantly slid her hand along his length, her touch light and gentle. At his groan, she reached out and took the foil package from him, tearing it open and slowly sliding it over him.
His breath came in short, shaky rasps as he helped her lower herself onto his hardness, hearing their collective moans of pleasure as she slid down him. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, awed by how her blushes were more of a turn-on than anything else he'd ever seen before.
Tears prickled at her eyes. "Not used to hearing that," she admitted softly, resting her hands lightly against his chest.
In response to that, he lifted his hips, making hers move against him. He groaned. "You should be." The feel of her gently moving against him, her hands moving over his body, made him see double. His eyes threatened to roll back into his head, but they remained locked on her. He couldn't look away, not even if he'd wanted to. They came together, the ripples of pleasure flowing between them as they cried out each others' names in a moment of shattering passion.
Exhausted, she slowly laid down, resting her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Satiated but frustrated, Sam ran his hands down her back and kissed her forehead gently. He had to leave, and the fact that they'd just made love again made things so much more complicated. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Trying to commit her to memory, since he might never see her again.
"I know," she murmured against his skin, sensing his unrest. She slowly lifted her head to look at him, swallowing hard. "We'll keep in touch."
He nodded but didn't trust his mouth to speak the words he wanted to say most. "I have to go... soon," he whispered, his voice a little broken.
Chloe bit her lower lip, unable to speak. She simply nodded an slowly rested her head back against his chest.
Sam sighed. He felt like an utter heel. Sleeping with this beautiful angel, taking advantage of her like that... even if he did feel some sort of connection that transcended the physical. It was almost as if she was his other half. In the most figurative sense. He felt... complete with her around. How was that possible? he wondered, stroking her back. They hadn't even known each other a full day yet.
They lay together quietly for a long time and when she heard him sigh softly, she knew it was time. She slowly sat up, biting her lower lip and gazing at him. "It's okay, Sam. I don't regret it."
Sitting up and facing her, he stroked her cheek longingly. "I don't either. Just leaving you, that's all." His dimpled smile peeked at her, though it was tinged with sadness.
Chloe kissed him softly, leaning into his touch. "If you're ever this way again..."
Sam knew he probably wouldn't, since Dean was hot on his trail and once he caught up, they'd take off to who knew where, but he nodded anyway. "I've left my cell and email on the kitchen counter, if you should ever... need me." Reluctantly, he pulled himself away, moving her off him, though his hands lingered on her hips.
"You've got mine already, right?" She swallowed hard, refusing to let herself cry.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice gruff with emotion. The look in her eyes was killing him, and he knew the second he left her presence, he'd start dying slowly inside.
"Okay." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She bit her lower lip and got dressed slowly, watching him do the same. She felt her throat burning. He was still only a few feet away from her, but she felt the loss of his presence as surely as if he'd already left town.
He took his time getting dressed, but when you only had a handful of clothes to put on, it seemed silly to linger. He needed to leave. Sam couldn't look at Chloe because he knew what he would see: his own grief inside her translucent eyes. Eyes filled with tears that she would shed after he left, just as he would probably do the same in the cold comfort of the car he had taken.
The second she'd finished dressing, however, he rushed towards her and caught her up in his arms, crushing her to him in an effort to make his body remember her every curve. As if it needed that, though, because she'd be branded on his body and soul the rest of his life. Kissing her softly, he smiled at her honestly. "Goodbye, Chloe."
"Bye, Sam," she whispered, kissing him one last time and watching as he slowly headed for the door.
Each step he took away from her tugged at his heart, making it nearly impossible for him to walk out the door. Sam opened the door and turned to look at her one last time. He saw her deliciously mussed hair, her green eyes wide with unshed tears, her pale face... and knew he had to come back for her one day. He smiled, his eyes trailing down her figure one last time. "Call me and keep me updated on that avoidance issue," he said, his voice husky with emotion.
"If you promise to call me and keep me updated on progress with that demon," she said quietly, holding his gaze. It was all she could do to keep herself standing in one place.
His hand gripped the doorknob, the only thing keeping him from moving back to her arms. "I will. I promise," he replied solemnly. He took a deep breath and blew it out. "See ya, gorgeous." With a final smile in her direction, he stepped out the door and practically ran down the stairs and out of the Talon, not really caring about the stares he received from several customers.
As soon as the door closed, she dropped her head, a tear trickling down her cheek. Her chest ached painfully as she slowly made her way toward the couch, curling up on it as she began to cry.
Sam didn't stop until he had reached the car and got into it. Even then, he turned his head and stared at the apartment window. He wracked his brain for a reason, an excuse... anything to get him back into that apartment. When nothing came to mind, however, he beat the steering wheel several times in frustration before starting the car. He sped off, his thoughts darker than when he came to town the night before. And when his cell phone rang, Sam's heart skipped a beat. He reached for it, hoping to see Chloe's name flash across the screen...
But it was Dean. Looking for him, most likely. "Screw that," he muttered, throwing the phone into the passenger seat and cranking up the music so he could let go of the woman he'd left behind. The other half of himself.
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
“And when one of them finds his other half, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are they who pass their lives with one another; yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of intercourse, but of something else which the soul desires and can not tell, and of which she has only a dark and doubtful presentiment.” -Plato, Symposium
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Sam's weary grip rested on the car he had stolen from the hotel parking lot in Nashville, Tennessee, where he had left his brother Dean to solve that haunted house mystery while he cleared his head. Actually, it was just so he could run away and not think about the monster he would one day become.
He dragged a hand through his unruly hair and looked around the quaint street where he'd parked. He didn't know where he was, but there was nothing in town. At all... except a coffee shop that still seemed open. With a sigh and a groan, he eased out of the car and crossed the dark, practically deserted street to this place called The Talon. Maybe they had something there to eat and drink, he thought as he opened the doors.
In the corner of the nearly deserted cafe, Chloe Sullivan sat at a table alone, her hands wrapped around a mug of hot coffee. Not intelligent considering she hadn't slept in what felt like days. Of course her body was so used to caffeine it didn't have much impact on her anymore anyway. The faint jangle of the bell on the door that signaled a new arrival made her glance up instinctively. A very tall, attractive man with thick brown hair stepped inside, slowly heading for the counter. He was wrapped in a brown jacket, and a pair of jeans that fit just perfectly. Blushing at that stray thought, she shook her head a little. She gazed at him curiously. There weren't many people in Smallville Chloe didn't know or at least know of, but this man...was certainly new.
Sam ordered a double shot espresso and a large muffin, his face dark with the thoughts in his mind when he became aware of a set of eyes on his frame. Turning, he noticed a beautiful blonde-haired woman sitting at a table, alone, staring a him with blatant curiosity. He'd always liked curious women, so this one peaked his interest.
Funny thing was, he noticed she looked as tired as he did. So when he got his coffee and muffin, he walked towards her with a small, even smile on his face, dark eyes meeting her lighter green ones.
She felt a spark of electricity run through her when their eyes met and she swallowed hard, wondering what the hell that was about. Feeling even more curious as he walked toward her, she smiled faintly at him, unable to tear her gaze away. Who is this guy? she wondered.
"Mind if I sit with you?" Sam asked quietly, shooting her a boyish grin and a little too pleased to see her immediate reaction: a blush that warmed her face and a twinkle to her eyes. He found he liked that way too much.
"Sure, be my guest." She gazed at him, taken aback at how his cheeks dimpled when he grinned. It was insanely adorable.
Feeling her heated gaze roam over his face, he sat down and took a sip of his coffee. "So I hate to ask the obvious, but how come you're sitting in here all by yourself?" He winced inwardly, cursing himself to asking such an obvious 'Dean Winchester Pick-Up' line, but he had to have some kind of excuse to sit down and talk to her.
A wry smile tugged at her lips. "Well, because it is almost Midnight. Most people in Smallville are in bed by 9. Small town life is just that thrilling."
He grinned again at her snappy comeback. "Is that where I am? Smallville?" He slouched a little in his chair, taking a relatively large bite out of his muffin.
"It is. Lucky you." She offered him a real smile this time, sipping her coffee.
Her smile caught him completely off guard. It lit up her entire face, making her radiantly beautiful. And she had been checking him out for the last several minutes, so Sam could handle a little flirtation. "Name's Sam Winchester," he stated, holding out his hand.
She set her mug down and held her hand out, sliding it into his and swallowing hard as she felt the electricity once more. "Chloe Sullivan."
Sam knew she had felt that surge of awareness through her, because the same thing had just happened to him. It was as if... they had known each other before, or were long lost lovers reunited. He frowned inwardly. Did running from one's destiny mean waxing rhapsodic regularly. "Nice to meet you... Chloe." He winked at her and reluctantly pulled his hand away, taking another sip of his coffee.
"You too, Sam," she said softly, feeling off-kilter. "So how'd you end up here?" She had to say something to push away the rapidly spinning thoughts in her mind that were telling her she knew this man. Because she would definitely remember if she'd met him before.
Her voice was like the sound of angels singing, Sam thought in a daze, taking a sip of his coffee as his eyes focused on her. "A car," he replied with a flirtatious yet shy grin.
An amused grin spread across her face. "Oh, so you didn't teleport?" she teased.
Sam hoped she didn't hear his sharp intake of breath at that delicious smile lighting up her whole face. He chuckled lightly, glad to see she had his sense of humor. "Nah, I don't think I have that power... yet." He winked at her and offered her some of his muffin.
"Thanks." She took a small piece of the muffin, still grinning at him. "Well, if you stick around Smallville long enough, you'll probably have a good shot at getting that power."
He was distracted by watching her mouth open and pop a piece of muffin inside. Then by her eyes as they fluttered shut momentarily, as if enjoying the treat. "What's that?" he asked softly, shaking him head when he realized she'd spoken.
Chloe opened her eyes again, tilting her head to one side with faint amusement. "Smallville. Meteor freak capitol of the world. Lots of weird things happen around here," she told him, surprising herself. Not that weirdness in Smallville was really news--if you Googled the name of the town, literally hundreds of pages of weirdness would pop up. But she was surprised that she felt comfortable enough with this stranger--very attractive stranger, she thought--to admit she believed in it.
Sam snorted softly and shook his head. "This is my kind of town," he muttered, more to himself than to her, though he caught her eyes sparkle with curiosity at his comment. "I know weird, believe me." He took another sip of coffee, wondering what had made him confess what he usually tried to conceal to hard. It was more than just trying to impress her. He felt a connection to her he couldn't quite name.
"Makes two of us," she said, her voice soft, intently watching him drink his coffee. His eyes were a dark hazel and she found herself wanting to get lost inside them.
Her comment startled him slightly, and he put his mug down. "So you hunt the thing that goes bump in the night, too?" he whispered, leaning across the table at her. He was mesmerized by her pale blonde hair, her rosy flawless complexion, her emerald eyes that glittered with surprise in the dimly lit room.
"Well, hunting's sort of an overstatement. Most of the time anyway," she said with a small smile, holding his gaze, stunned by the intensity of his. Like he was looking right through her into her soul. "More like...investigation. You could say I...have a nose for trouble." A wry smile spread across her face.
"Funny," he whispered with a small grin, "your nose looks too perfect to get into trouble." God, did he just say that out loud? He looked down, another shy dimpled grin on his face.
Chloe was caught off guard by the compliment and her cheeks flushed with heat as she ducked her head. "Thanks," she whispered.
He cleared his throat but didn't look at her. Not just yet. He feared he'd get caught in that beautiful face if he did too soon. "I'm actually just passing through, unless there's something here that needs to be... taken care of," he murmured in a low voice.
Me, she thought immediately, closing her eyes momentarily and shoving the thought from her mind. "Surprisingly...there hasn't been a meteor freak related death here in about a week." It was supposed to be a joke, but it fell flat, her weariness obvious in her voice though it wasn't intentional.
Maybe I shouldn't be here, Sam thought, looking up and inter her eyes. Freak or not, the idea of his turning evil in Chloe's presence wasn't his idea of fun times. "Good to know, though from the sound of things, you're as tired as I am."
She lifted her gaze to meet his once more. "That obvious?" she asked softly.
He smiled softly. "Only in that 'I'm so tired I could pass out in my coffee' kind of way." He pushed the muffin towards her again, this time his fingers lightly brushing the back of her hand. Mistake, he realized as he felt the pang of need hit him with the force of a Mac truck.
The instant his fingers brushed against her skin, goose bumps spread over her arms and she tried to think of something to say as she found herself gazing at him, startled once more by the intense sense of familiarity she felt toward him. She swallowed hard, momentarily losing all sense of time and place.
Sam held her stare: he had to. It was as if he had lost all ability to control his own body, and the way she was looking at him did nothing to calm the burning within. His thoughts suddenly turned to the taste of her mouth, how she'd move underneath him. And swallowed hard, silently commanding his mind and body to stop. He fumbled for words but found nothing left his lips. How could he speak, he wondered, when her gaze dropped to stare at his mouth?
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" she asked, not really even aware of what she was asking.
An involuntary smile crossed his lips. "Counting my car?" he asked with an amused glance, once again falling into her eyes willingly. His mind wandered, asking the question he hoped she'd ask. He wanted to stay with her, he realized.
"Well that can't possibly be comfortable." She smiled shyly, but couldn't bring herself to look away from his gaze. "My cousin lives in the apartment upstairs, but she's out of town. If you wanna stay there with me..." Some small part of her wondered if she'd been infected by some kind of Red-K induced spell because this was not like her at all.
"Anything beats trying to cram into the driver's seat and sleep," he replied with a broad smile, wondering if she had the power to read minds. It wouldn't be the first time he had come across a beautiful woman who possessed similar abilities.
She smiled again, still unable to look away from him. Distantly it occurred to her that this was the dumbest idea she'd ever had. Inviting a man she'd just met to stay the night with her in an empty apartment, no one else knowing what was going on...there were so many horror stories that started out just like that. Despite her mind's vague protests, her heart told her Sam was someone she could trust completely. That he was a good guy.
Sam sensed her inner struggle, saw the doubt in her eyes, and sighed. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable; it bothered him that she was. "Look, I appreciate the offer, but maybe I shouldn't." His eyes spoke the regret he felt. Staying up all night with this woman felt so right, but there was no way he'd force that on her.
Her face fell a little. "Oh. I'm sorry I didn't even..." She shook her head, kicking herself for being so stupid. "I didn't even consider you'd have a girlfriend. Of course you would." A faint, wry smile that didn't reach her eyes touched her lips.
Out of instinct, his hand reached across and touched her hand waving in the air as she babbled. "Wait," he whispered, stroking her open palm with his thumb, "I don't have a girlfriend." He smiled softly at her, despite his body's intense reaction to touching her soft skin.
She looked down at where he was gently holding her hand, closing her eyes at the feel of his thumb stroking her skin so softly. Without thinking about what she was doing, she pressed a kiss to his hand.
Chloe's lips touching his skin made Sam's heart pound nervously in his chest. Did she know what she was doing to him? he wondered, watching her with intense eyes. When she looked up suddenly, he gently pulled her across the table, meeting her halfway and touching his lips to hers gently.
The flicker of electricity she'd felt at the light touch was nothing compared to that which she felt when their lips met. Heat washed over her along with a need so strong it almost frightened her. What was happening? She lifted a hand to his cheek, her other moving to cup the back of his neck gently.
A groan emanated from his throat as their lips moved with each other, his tongue sliding into her mouth, entreating rather than demanding. His eyes opened, though, and he pulled back from her, aware that he was taking advantage of her. Something he had no intention of doing, no matter how much her kiss felt like home. "God, I'm sorry..." he began, unable to meet the confusion in her eyes.
"Sorry for what?" she whispered, shaking her head a little and keeping her hand against his cheek. She was pretty sure he felt the magnetic force between them as much as she did, and she was surprised by his hesitation.
Groaning, Sam took her face between his hands and whispered, "This," before capturing her lips in another sensual kiss. His thumbs stroked her cheekbones, creating goose bumps of desire along his arms. Whatever was between them, he knew he had to see through to the other side. Something whispered she felt the same.
No one had ever kissed her like that before. Not that she had a lot of experience, but this bordered on something beyond her understanding. She felt something within her beginning to awaken, something powerful and all consuming. "Don't apologize," she breathed against his mouth as she rested her forehead against his a moment later.
He chuckled but didn't pull away. "Keep kissing me like that, and I'll be forced to apologize for what I'd do later." He felt bold but she apparently didn't mind. He felt completely lost in her touch, her feminine scent, her voice, her touch.
"In that case..." She kissed him again, unable to stop herself.
Sam wanted to drag her across the table and put her in his lap so she could feel how much her affected him. He scooted out of his seat and leaned against the table, pushing his lips against hers while keeping his hands on the table for sheer support. He never thought he'd get weak-kneed over someone's kiss, but she had managed to do that. He broke the kiss to look at her questioningly.
Her breathing was ragged and she met his gaze with desire and need in her eyes. It slowly dawned on her that they were still in the middle of the Talon, which, while almost empty, still wasn't actually empty. Wordlessly, she picked up her purse from the seat beside her and took his hand, sliding her fingers through his and slowly leading him toward the staircase.
His heart thudding in his chest, Sam let her take him upstairs and into the small one room apartment where her cousin lived. He shut the door behind them and leaned back against it, his conscience pricking him again. Did he really want to do this? he asked himself, watching her grab some matches and start lighting candles. Do this to her and then leave in the morning? He closed his eyes, trying to shut off his mind.
She finished lighting the candles and slowly turned to face him. "Do you want anything to drink? I'm pretty sure Lois has at least a beer in her fridge." She smiled.
He smiled back though he didn't make a move. He didn't dare, not with the way he felt or the look in her eyes. "Beer sounds good," he replied in a gruff voice.
"Make yourself at home," she said softly, motioning to the sofa as she headed for the kitchen. She paused at the refrigerator, pulling it open and contemplating the fact that she had definitely lost her mind and she wasn't sure she cared. There was something about Sam that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but the need to be near him, to touch him, was overwhelming. Grabbing the beer from the door, she shut the fridge once more and slowly headed over toward him once more.
Sam had not moved, despite her invite to sit on the couch. No, from where he was standing, he could watch her every move as she opened the refrigerator, bent down to grab the beers, leaving him a searing picture of her nicely shaped rump that would haunt his dreams, and walk back to him. His eyes took on a predatory look when she reached him and handed him a beer. "Thanks," he whispered, taking it from her hand and pulling her close again.
She may have been frightened or at least alarmed by the hungry, almost feral look in his eyes if it had been anyone else besides him. But her body and mind responded with an almost primitive need of her own as she stood on her tiptoes, pressing a soft, feather light kiss to the corner of his mouth, teasing them both.
Sam groaned and picked her up, pressing her body against his as he pulled her up his body so she was eye level with him. He kissed her fully, pressing her shapely body against his as he walked them over to the couch.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved them to the sofa, her fingers sliding through his hair as he slowly laid her down so that she was gazing up at him.
She was underneath him, just as he'd imagined. And she was staring at him, just like he'd hoped. But this was still madness. His weight pressed her into the cushions and he closed his eyes at her touch. "Can you feel it?" he whispered, enraptured.
"Yes," she whispered, tracing his jaw line lightly with her fingers, unable to stop touching him. "I feel it too."
He traced the outline of her face and lips with his fingers, eyes still closed. Trying to memorize her every curve to commit to memory. His hands brushed along her jaw and neck, trailing along the sides of her body. He trembled as he buried his head into her neck, his breathing harsh and ragged as she continued to touch him.
"Sam," she whispered, the feel of his breath against her neck giving her another case of goose bumps. "I...this isn't..."
His hands stopped moving and he looked up at her. "Like I said, I'm sorry," he whispered, mentally kicking himself for being such an ass.
"No," she said quickly, touching his cheek, her green eyes burning into his hazel ones. "It's just...I don't normally do this," she admitted in a soft, shy voice. "I mean, I'm not the kind of girl who generally asks a guy she just met to..." She bit her lower lip, still gazing at him, willing him to understand what she was saying since she couldn't seem to get it out.
He gently touched her lower lip with his finger. A crooked smile graced his own lips. "I'm not normally the kind of guy who takes a girl up on this... offer?" His voice sounded uncertain, and once again he wondered if he should stop touching her and leave. He knew that was impossible, though. The going and the not touching.
She smiled and kissed the tip of his finger lightly. "This is different," she murmured, searching his eyes. "I don't know why, but it is."
"Different," he whispered, his face twisted in pleasurable agony as she licked his finger. "Different... dangerous." Yeah, dangerous, Sam, he thought. What if he became evil and killed her?
"Dangerous?" she echoed, gazing at him intently. "I know danger and I don't feel it here," she told him softly.
"I'm not dangerous... yet," he whispered in harsh tones, stroking her mouth with his finger. "I don't know if... There are things about me, Chloe..."
Chloe studied him, sliding a hand through his hair and trailing lightly down to rest on the back of his neck. "What things?" she asked softly.
The moment wasn't lost on him. His body trapping hers, their mutual need for each other evident, their inability to leave each other alone becoming an issue to address... and yet he wanted nothing more than to tell her everything. "I dream about... the future," he whispered, dipping his finger into her mouth to stroke her lower lip. "And... other things..."
She placed a soft kiss against his temple, closing her eyes momentarily as she felt him kiss her collarbone ever so lightly. She wondered how long it would take at this rate to drive each other crazy, but that was another thing she didn't care about. "You help people," she said softly. It wasn't a question.
He breathed gently against her skin, inhaling the lingering perfume she had undoubtedly put on much earlier in the day. It made him crazy, just as her body squirming gently under him was doing. He put his hands on her hips and gently gripped them. "I do," he whispered, kissing her exposed skin.
"You've never hurt anyone before," she whispered, her eyes closing again as she swallowed hard, intoxicated by his presence and needing more.
He sighed and slipped his hands underneath her shirt. "No," he replied, moving his head and looking into her eyes, losing himself completely in her. He needed her like a dying man for one drink of water.
She shivered at the feel of his hands against her bare skin. "I trust you," Chloe told him, the words soft but sincere as she gazed back at him just as intensely.
Sam smiled seductively. "Then can we put ourselves out of each others' misery?" he begged lightly, leaning down to kiss her neck while his hands roamed over her sides and stomach.
"God, yes," she whispered urgently, sliding her hands down his back.
Groaning in frustration, he kissed her open mouth, releasing all his pent-up desire for her. A total stranger, he thought as their kiss deepened, tongues seeking entrance to the others' mouths. He pulled her up into a sitting position opposite him and lifted her shirt off her, his hands trailing where his eyes had gazed.
She should have been nervous. Even with Jimmy she'd been nervous every time they made love and it had never made any sense to her why. Something about Sam's presence made her feel very safe at the same time she felt incredibly turned on. She reached out and pulled his shirt off as well, her gaze sweeping over his muscular, well-toned chest. He had Jimmy beat. For that matter, he had Clark Kent beat as well. Swallowing hard, she slowly slid her hands down his chest, gazing at him intently.
Sam slipped her bra off her and wondered at the beauty of her body. She was flawless, he thought. The soft candlelight played off her skin like satin and emphasized her curves. Her eyes were just as focused on his own body, which made him chuckle to himself. The last woman he'd been with had always loved to simply touch him, too. "That's nice," he rasped, breathless.
She smiled at him, the glow from the candles reflecting in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to meet his. "You're beautiful," she said softly, her smile widening a little at the color that flushed his cheeks. She kissed him lightly.
He chuckled slightly. "So are you." He leaned her back into the couch cushions again and pressed a kiss between her breasts, resting his head there for a moment while his hands continued touching her smooth skin. His breath hitched in his throat at her fingers skimming over his body. He heard her heart hammering in her chest and smiled softly.
Chloe swallowed hard, shifting beneath him restlessly and slowly moving her hands to undo the button on his jeans. "Do you have...protection?" she asked softly.
He nodded silently, one hand leaving her body to reach into his back pocket for his wallet. He sat up to take a foil wrapper from it. Tossing his wallet onto the floor, he looked at her. "Should we...?" He glanced at the bed on the opposite side of the room, then back at her.
"Probably be more comfortable," she agreed with a soft smile.
Thinking of his legs that had dangled off the end of the couch, he chuckled softly. "Definitely. But... wouldn't your cousin... kill you for...?" Worry touched his brow as he thought of that conversation.
A soft laugh escaped her. "Like I'm going to tell her?"
Sam pulled her up and helped her off the couch. Picking her up and heading for the bedroom, he whispered, "I was kinda hoping you didn't kiss and tell." He used one hand to brush the pillows and comforter back and then sat her down on the bed, reaching for her jeans.
She smiled at him, lifting her hips to help him finish undressing her. At the same time, she pulled the zipper on his jeans down.
Nearly weeping at the relief being freed of his clothing brought him, he nevertheless trembled at her light touch against his thighs. He matched her caresses as he pushed her back into a pillow and followed her, licking her inner thigh softly and feeling her intense arousal. He stopped long enough to take the condom out of its wrapper and putting it on his length before meeting her on the bed again.
Chloe looked up at him, sliding her fingers through his as their gazes locked. "Make love to me, Sam," she said in a soft, almost inaudible voice.
His eyes burning, intensity matched by the fire in his body, he nudged her thighs apart. Kissing her lips, he gently slid into her and held himself still, so she could adjust to his presence.
She closed her eyes, tightening her fingers around his slightly and returning the kiss as she slowly lifted her hips to meet him halfway.
Her movement nearly made him climax, but Sam forced his body to settle down enough to give her as much pleasure as he was offering. They moved together, slowly at first, though the more friction they felt, the faster their bodies pushed towards the other. Sam closed his eyes and kissed Chloe, feeling his peak close all too soon.
She slid her hands over his shoulder blades and smoothed them down his back, a rush of pleasure washing over her as her climax hit, causing her to cry out.
Her name was a prayer on his lips as he felt his body release inside her, his breathing ragged and sharp. Several minutes passed before he was able to breathe normally.
Relaxing back against the pillows, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her hands rubbing small, soothing circles over his back.
"That was... you..." Trying to formulate complete thoughts was impossible, Sam realized as he moved off her and curled her body against his, only breaking contact with her to dispense of the used condom.
She rested her forehead against his collarbone, smiling when she felt his arm drape around her, pulling her as close as possible. "That was incredible," she whispered.
He kissed the back of her neck, peaceful for the first time in over a month. "Yes," he whispered, unable to let her go. He held her pinned to him, willing her to literally become one with him.
She wove her fingers through his, letting their hands rest lightly on her stomach. She was completely relaxed in his arms, her mind quiet for the first time since she could remember. "Where you from?" she asked softly, hoping he wasn't the type to just pass out after making love.
Sam chuckled a little. "Lawrence, actually. Ever been there?" He reached down and pulled the comforter over them to warm their cooling bodies.
"Couple of times," she said, nodding and stroking his hand lightly with her thumb. "I'm actually from Metropolis myself."
"Really? I thought you were from here," he replied, nipping on her earlobe gently.
She smiled, suppressing the urge to giggle. "My dad and I moved here when I was in eighth grade. I moved back to Metropolis for college, though."
"Liked that, did you?" he asked, nibbling on her ear again. "You're in Metropolis again, then?"
"Sort of," she murmured.
Sam buried his face into her hair and smelled her fragrant shampoo. He didn't want to let her go, ever. The mere thought made him stiffen involuntarily for a second.
She felt him tense but as she stroked her fingers lightly over his arm, she felt him relax once more. She slowly began to tell him about the last few months--Lana's pregnancy and the strain that secret had put on her friendship with Clark, about feeling caught between Jimmy and Clark. "And then it all sort of came to a head about a week ago at Lana and Lex's engagement party."
Sam sighed and hugged her closer, understanding now why she had appeared so alone, so tired when he saw her in the Talon. "What happened?" he asked softly, secretly dreading the answer. Clearly, she was in love with another man, and it had to be this Clark she spoke of.
"He crashed the dinner with my cousin. They were both completely wasted. Clark went on this horrible rampage, told everyone how Lana was marrying Lex because of the baby." She winced a little at the memory. "It was pretty horrible."
Sam stroked her arms in an effort to calm her a little. "I'm guessing horrible didn't exactly cover that," he replied in a thoughtful tone. Dean was right, he admitted: people were crazy. Just plain strange.
"Not really," she admitted, relaxing once more, and closing her eyes. "It was pretty much a disaster. I've been in avoid mode ever since."
"I... know the feeling," he whispered, closing his eyes against the words he heard in his mind, that statement that had haunted him ever since Dean spoke them.
Sensing a change in his mood, she slowly turned over in his arms so she was facing him, her face inches away from his on the pillow. She brought one hand up to gently touch his temple. "Tell me," she said very softly.
He took a moment, eyes closed while he focused on her fingers trailing over his face, and then started speaking. About his life, how his mother had died, growing up learning how to hunt and not be afraid of that thing in the closet, even how his last girlfriend Jessica had died. "That was what got me back into hunting," he stated. "I wanted to avenge her death, but instead, I got more than I bargained for." He brushed her hair from her eyes to look at her.
Her eyes were sad as she gazed at him, simply listening to him. The pain in his words was obvious and she rested a hand lightly against his chest, hoping to comfort him in some small way.
He swallowed hard, her touch generating heat in his body again. "This is going to sound really cheesy but... where have you been all my life?" he whispered, a small smile on his lips as he gazed at her.
Chloe couldn't help but grin, kissing him softly. "Yeah. It's cheesy, but sweet nonetheless."
He leaned into her kiss, shutting his eyes against the desire he felt sweeping over him. "Trying to get me worked up again?" he teased gently.
She laughed softly, leaning her forehead against his.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, cradling her head gently. "Those friends of yours... they're not good enough for you." He kissed her forehead, wishing for the hundredth time that he could be wherever she was.
She slid her arm around his waist, their bodies pressed together in content silence. She wasn't going to think about the morning. Right now she was just happy to be with him.
&&&&&
Chloe woke slowly the next morning, her nose immediately assaulted by the heavenly scent of pancakes and bacon. Stretching a little, she yawned and opened her eyes. It took her only a moment to realize where she was and what had happened the night before. Sam. She looked at the empty space beside her and it dawned on her he had to be the one cooking. A smile spread across her face.
"Ow!" he cursed softly, the bacon grease popping over his hands. He reached over and turned down the heat. He and Dean had to start staying in hotel rooms that came equipped with kitchens, he grumbled to himself. He'd forgotten how nice it was to have the option of eating in. He didn't hear Chloe get out of bed and approach him. His sole focus was on not burning the bacon or toast.
Dressed in her cousin's white robe, she slid her arms around his waist from behind. "Morning," she whispered with a smile.
Her sudden presence should have scared him, but oddly enough it didn't. He simply leaned back against her body and smiled. "Morning," he replied, turning around in her embrace and kissing her quickly. "Hungry?"
She grinned at him, her green eyes bright. "It smells great. Can't remember the last time someone fixed me breakfast."
He smirked. "Don't get excited just yet. It's been awhile since I've cooked for someone." He turned around and grabbed the bacon out of the pan, followed by the pancakes, once again reminded of how much he lacked in his life. It made him sad to even think on it.
"The fact that you can cook means you're a step ahead of anyone in my family," she told him, touching his arm.
"I used to cook for Jess all the time, but since I've been on the road with Dean..." He shrugged and let his words fall. "I hate take out, ya know?"
Chloe gazed at him, her eyes sad. "That's certainly understandable." She led him to the small kitchen table where they both sat down with a plate of food. She slid her fingers through his.
The food forgotten for a moment, Sam simply looked at their intertwined fingers. When had this one night stand become something more? he asked himself, lifting her hand and kissing it softly.
She smiled softly, watching him intently. "You're a good man, Sam Winchester," she said softly.
His gaze shifted to her eyes. "And you're the woman of my dreams, Chloe Sullivan," he replied with a soft smile. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently.
Her eyes were bright and she kept hold of his hand as they ate breakfast in a comfortable silence rather than an awkward one that would generally follow from what had happened the previous night.
With breakfast finished, their stomachs comfortably full, Sam knew the time was coming for him to leave. But he didn't want to. He realized he would rather lose a limb than leave her side...
How could he stay, though? For that matter, how could he ask her to come with him, put up with his snarky older brother, constantly have her life in danger because of their line of work... have her fear the day he turned darkside on her and killed her? He squeezed her hand before reluctantly letting go. No, he thought. Impossible. He stood up and smiled hollowly. "Help me clean up?"
"Of course." She sensed the shift in his mood as if it were her own. Maybe it was. Because she knew that time was approaching and she was dreading it, as well. Biting her lower lip, she carried her dishes to the sink and began to fill it with hot, soapy water. She was half-tempted to ask him to stay. But it wouldn't be right. He had a life on the road with his brother, tracking down a demon that had killed his parents and the love of his life. A life that certainly did not involve her.
Sam could have kicked himself at the downcast look in her eyes. She looked lost in thought as she stared at the bubbles rise in the sink, dirty dishes being covered up by the suds. With a small groan, he brought the remainder of breakfast over to the counter, put them down with a gentle thump, then turned her around and pulled her into a warm embrace, kissing her lips as he stroked her cheeks with his hands.
She kissed him back without hesitation, shifting closer to him as she felt the electricity between them once more. Saying goodbye was going to be much harder than she'd ever imagined.
Sam picked her off her feet, making their faces on even ground to plunder her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, and he leaned her against the kitchen wall for extra leverage. Damn, he wanted her again. Always. How would he be able to leave this woman? he wondered.
Within seconds her robe was on the floor along with his clothes. "Sam," she whispered, clinging onto him for support.
His hands roamed all over her body, dipping a finger between her thighs and finding her as wet and ready for him as he was hard for her. He grunted against the pressure of her body straining against his. "I don't think... I... have any more.... Chloe," he groaned, his words unintelligible when she licked his chest with her tongue.
Wordlessly she reached out and yanked open Lois' junk drawer, pulling a foil packet from inside and handing it to him with a smile.
"Remind me to thank your cousin if I ever meet her," he muttered, taking it from her and carrying her back to bed.
She grinned at his words and looked up at him as he lay her down on her back, crawling over her, his gaze intense. She kissed a trail from his neck to his collarbone, darting her tongue out to taste his skin once more.
Her lips against his skin made Sam crazy. Literally. He flipped her over, putting her on top, straddling his hips so she could better run her full lips over his body. He groaned loudly. "Dammit, Chloe," he grunted when her hands drifted past his hips.
"Should I stop?" she teased softly, gazing down at him.
He looked at her as if she had grown antennae on her head. "Tease," he grunted, stroking her soft flesh seductively.
"Never." She hesitantly slid her hand along his length, her touch light and gentle. At his groan, she reached out and took the foil package from him, tearing it open and slowly sliding it over him.
His breath came in short, shaky rasps as he helped her lower herself onto his hardness, hearing their collective moans of pleasure as she slid down him. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, awed by how her blushes were more of a turn-on than anything else he'd ever seen before.
Tears prickled at her eyes. "Not used to hearing that," she admitted softly, resting her hands lightly against his chest.
In response to that, he lifted his hips, making hers move against him. He groaned. "You should be." The feel of her gently moving against him, her hands moving over his body, made him see double. His eyes threatened to roll back into his head, but they remained locked on her. He couldn't look away, not even if he'd wanted to. They came together, the ripples of pleasure flowing between them as they cried out each others' names in a moment of shattering passion.
Exhausted, she slowly laid down, resting her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Satiated but frustrated, Sam ran his hands down her back and kissed her forehead gently. He had to leave, and the fact that they'd just made love again made things so much more complicated. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Trying to commit her to memory, since he might never see her again.
"I know," she murmured against his skin, sensing his unrest. She slowly lifted her head to look at him, swallowing hard. "We'll keep in touch."
He nodded but didn't trust his mouth to speak the words he wanted to say most. "I have to go... soon," he whispered, his voice a little broken.
Chloe bit her lower lip, unable to speak. She simply nodded an slowly rested her head back against his chest.
Sam sighed. He felt like an utter heel. Sleeping with this beautiful angel, taking advantage of her like that... even if he did feel some sort of connection that transcended the physical. It was almost as if she was his other half. In the most figurative sense. He felt... complete with her around. How was that possible? he wondered, stroking her back. They hadn't even known each other a full day yet.
They lay together quietly for a long time and when she heard him sigh softly, she knew it was time. She slowly sat up, biting her lower lip and gazing at him. "It's okay, Sam. I don't regret it."
Sitting up and facing her, he stroked her cheek longingly. "I don't either. Just leaving you, that's all." His dimpled smile peeked at her, though it was tinged with sadness.
Chloe kissed him softly, leaning into his touch. "If you're ever this way again..."
Sam knew he probably wouldn't, since Dean was hot on his trail and once he caught up, they'd take off to who knew where, but he nodded anyway. "I've left my cell and email on the kitchen counter, if you should ever... need me." Reluctantly, he pulled himself away, moving her off him, though his hands lingered on her hips.
"You've got mine already, right?" She swallowed hard, refusing to let herself cry.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice gruff with emotion. The look in her eyes was killing him, and he knew the second he left her presence, he'd start dying slowly inside.
"Okay." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She bit her lower lip and got dressed slowly, watching him do the same. She felt her throat burning. He was still only a few feet away from her, but she felt the loss of his presence as surely as if he'd already left town.
He took his time getting dressed, but when you only had a handful of clothes to put on, it seemed silly to linger. He needed to leave. Sam couldn't look at Chloe because he knew what he would see: his own grief inside her translucent eyes. Eyes filled with tears that she would shed after he left, just as he would probably do the same in the cold comfort of the car he had taken.
The second she'd finished dressing, however, he rushed towards her and caught her up in his arms, crushing her to him in an effort to make his body remember her every curve. As if it needed that, though, because she'd be branded on his body and soul the rest of his life. Kissing her softly, he smiled at her honestly. "Goodbye, Chloe."
"Bye, Sam," she whispered, kissing him one last time and watching as he slowly headed for the door.
Each step he took away from her tugged at his heart, making it nearly impossible for him to walk out the door. Sam opened the door and turned to look at her one last time. He saw her deliciously mussed hair, her green eyes wide with unshed tears, her pale face... and knew he had to come back for her one day. He smiled, his eyes trailing down her figure one last time. "Call me and keep me updated on that avoidance issue," he said, his voice husky with emotion.
"If you promise to call me and keep me updated on progress with that demon," she said quietly, holding his gaze. It was all she could do to keep herself standing in one place.
His hand gripped the doorknob, the only thing keeping him from moving back to her arms. "I will. I promise," he replied solemnly. He took a deep breath and blew it out. "See ya, gorgeous." With a final smile in her direction, he stepped out the door and practically ran down the stairs and out of the Talon, not really caring about the stares he received from several customers.
As soon as the door closed, she dropped her head, a tear trickling down her cheek. Her chest ached painfully as she slowly made her way toward the couch, curling up on it as she began to cry.
Sam didn't stop until he had reached the car and got into it. Even then, he turned his head and stared at the apartment window. He wracked his brain for a reason, an excuse... anything to get him back into that apartment. When nothing came to mind, however, he beat the steering wheel several times in frustration before starting the car. He sped off, his thoughts darker than when he came to town the night before. And when his cell phone rang, Sam's heart skipped a beat. He reached for it, hoping to see Chloe's name flash across the screen...
But it was Dean. Looking for him, most likely. "Screw that," he muttered, throwing the phone into the passenger seat and cranking up the music so he could let go of the woman he'd left behind. The other half of himself.