SPN/SV Fic: Destati (9/10)
Destati (9/10) -- 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!
The tension between them was so intense that by the time they arrived at the motel it was all Chloe could do to make it into the room before turning to face him. She watched as he shut the door and locked it quickly.
Sam leaned against the door, already hard and ready. His body screamed for hers to come closer, and though his hands itched to grab her and take her right then and there, he refrained. There was something wild in her eyes he'd never seen before. So he stood there, watching her, letting their combined desires build until it nearly took physical form. His eyes trailed down her body, a strange smile on his face.
Licking her lips involuntarily, her heart racing in her chest, she moved toward him slowly, her body already on fire and they hadn't even touched yet.
Her heated desire hit him first, moments before she touched his chest. He closed his eyes and savored the moment, welcomed the riotous sensations she created inside. He had never felt so whole, so aroused.
Ever.
When she slid her hands up his chest, he groaned loudly.
"Kiss me," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes and gazing up at him, her hands resting against his shoulders now.
Sliding his arms slowly around her, he rasped, "Gladly." His hands slipped under her shirt as he lifted her off the floor so her face was even with his. His eyes still shut, he leaned in and kissed her hard and full, his lips demanding and promising.
She groaned against his mouth, winding her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair as she returned the kiss readily. "Sam," she murmured.
Pulling his body off the door, Sam walked them to the bed, their lips melting into the other's as he laid her down, unbuttoning her shirt as he did.
Electricity sparkling between them, she kissed his neck as he worked on getting her shirt off.
Sam's hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, so in a frustrated fit, he ripped it open, buttons flying across the room. He glanced up at her startled eyes and smiled. "I'll get you another one," he muttered. He slid his hands down her body and pulled at her jeans.
She wound her arms around his neck, lifting her hips to help him yank the jeans off, needing him badly. Her body tingled with desire and she pulled at his shirt, tugging it over his head and throwing it to the floor.
His cock throbbed as he freed himself of his jeans, sliding them off his legs, his eyes trailing paths of fire across her body. She writhed on the bed, anxious for him: he knew his heated gaze was enough for her. Slowly, he moved onto the bed, hovering above her, his eyes locked with hers as he slid into her slowly, nearly coming when he felt her hot core around him.
Her head fell back against the pillow as she arched her back, winding her legs around his waist and burying him deeper within her. Her nails dug lightly into his back.
They moved together slowly, as if trying to savor each thrust, groans as their bodies strained against each other. Chloe's hands caressing his back left goose bumps, her nails scraping against his skin as if urging him to move faster. He kissed her, biting her lip a little, and grinned. And kept moving slowly into her... even though he was nearly senseless from the painful pleasure.
She swallowed hard, whimpering when he bit her lower lip again, the faint pain mixing with the pleasure as he thrust into her until she was unsure of where she ended and he began. Lifting her hips to meet his, she sank her teeth lightly into his shoulder as her climax hit.
"Chloe," he moaned, feeling her body spasm against him, the pain of her teeth in his skin as she rode her peak. The friction of their bodies overcame his will and he gave into it, thrusting hard into her and soon following her climax with his own, spilling into her with a last single thrust into her body.
She whimpered, panting for breath as his head came to rest on her shoulder.
Keeping them joined still, Sam rolled over, pulling Chloe with him and positioning her on top of his chest. He stroked her blonde hair, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Chloe shut her eyes, pressing her lips lightly against his collarbone and then resting her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Their breathing regulated, becoming synchronized quickly. Sam smiled, peaceful for the moment, and understood their hearts were probably beating in time, too. "Thought you were gonna attack me," he murmured, satisfaction in his voice.
"Nearly did," she admitted with a small smile.
Running his hands through her hair and lightly tracing patterns across her naked back, he whispered, "Kinda like the idea, you coming on to me." A small chuckle rumbled in his chest at the thought.
"Well it's not like it's the first time," she pointed out, lifting her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling.
Rolling her onto her back again, Sam looked down at her, eyes filled with love and lust, he nipped at her back and growled, "Hopefully it's not the last." He felt her stifle a moan as he licked the sensitive spot on her neck and wondered at how quickly she could arouse his body and mind.
She shuddered, sliding her hand down to his thigh and over his cock. "We can find out."
Sam Winchester whimpered in pain with the touch of her hands on him. "Chloe," he bit out, his head lolling back as he rolled to his side, his body a mass of liquid hardness, all concentrated on her hand's gentle movement.
"Yes?" She smiled at him, her eyes mischievous as she gazed down at him.
He opened his mouth to speak but found his vocal chords weren't functioning. All he could think about was her hand, wrapped around his hardness, pumping him lightly as her finger smoothed across the tip. A groan escaped his lips at her sweet torture.
"Guess we have an answer," Chloe said with a teasing grin, leaning down to kiss him.
Sam felt caught in her web of seduction, he thought as their lips met, brushing together at first until he practically begged for more. He raised his hips jaggedly to meet her hand's movements, showing her he wouldn't last long at the rate she was going. His hands caught her full breasts and stroked them, teasing her nipples.
She moaned softly, squeezing his erection gently and feeling the tremors in his body. She nibbled on his lower lip.
His body reacted suddenly with a hard, sharp spasm. The pressure of her hand increased, making him twitch -- literally -- so when he came, it was in a rush of heat and a blinding light as he spilled himself over into her hand. He swore he touched her mind momentarily and saw his own face, contorted in rapture, seeing what she saw. "Dammit, woman,” he grumbled, the sweat cooling on his brow once he regained coherent thought.
Chloe wiped her hand on the blanket, making a mental note to have room service change the sheets later. "You know you love me," she teased.
Sam opened his eyes and grinned at her. "You made me whimper. If that's not love..." His playful words drifted off as he gazed into her warm emerald eyes, filled with love for only him, a guy she hadn't known very long... even though he felt like he had known her all his life.
She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her. "Wait until later," she whispered in his ear.
He groaned and pulled her face up to his. "God, Chloe," he said, "Maybe I should just tie you to the bed and keep you here forever." A wide, seductive grin crossed his face. "I didn't know how... wild you are."
Her eyes were wide and she grinned. "Tie me to the bed, huh?"
"Oh yeah, imagine the things I could do to you," he replied, his face dimpling as his smile grew lustful. He put a hand to her cheek and cupped it.
Chloe groaned, closing her eyes as she began to do just that.
Feeling her shiver with pleasure, Sam chuckled. "Hey, you can imagine, but maybe I can show you." He sat up and brought her with him, their faces meeting in a soft kiss. His hand drifted to her abdomen and stroked the soft skin. His eyes followed and he began to think about the baby. Their daughter. Being a father was scary but incredible. "I can't wait until... I can feel her kick," he whispered almost inaudibly.
Unexpected tears filled her eyes and she smiled down at him, sliding one hand through his hair and resting on the back of his neck. "Me either."
His eyes slid back up to connect with hers and found in them similar fleeting emotions he held inside. Being a father was never he'd considered, not while he and Dean were on the road full-time, hunting the Demon, running from the law, doing everything illegally. If anything, Sam assumed either he would end up in jail or dead.
But never a father. And a daughter at that, he mused with a faint grin. He was lucky, he realized suddenly. He had a second chance with this woman. It wasn't something he would part with willingly.
She smiled at his thoughts, closing her eyes as he rested his head against her stomach. "I love you," she whispered. It was weird. She never imagined herself uttering those words to anyone but Clark Kent. But what she felt for Sam went so far beyond what she'd ever felt for Clark that it startled her a little.
Feeling her stiffen just a little, Sam's gaze turned concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked, worried that she had read something in his mind that scared her.
"Nothing," she reassured him quickly, stroking her fingers over his neck gently. "It's just...before I met you I thought...well, I was hoping actually...that I was gonna end up with someone else," she confessed.
Both of Sam's hands caressed her flat, toned abdomen as he stared at her. "I know what you mean," he replied honestly, thinking of Jessica for a moment. He smiled. "No one I know, I hope."
Chloe fell silent, biting her lower lip.
The smile fell. "Not that... Clark guy?" He didn't want to feel tense, but dammit, there was something off about that guy.
"Yeah," she whispered, not willing to hide it from him.
Feeling like he had been punched in the gut, Sam fell back onto the bed, head hitting the pillow. "Really?" he asked, feeling a little awkward suddenly. He hated the guy, and Chloe had loved him.
She winced at his reaction. "Clark's just...part of my past, Sam," she whispered, touching his cheek. "I want you, not him."
He closed his eyes and leaned into her gentle touch. "I know, Chloe. It's just... I don't like him. Clark is... different. I can just sense that about him." The tension in the room changed, grew anxious. Something was wrong, he realized, looking at Chloe. "What is it?" he asked softly.
She forced a smile. "Nothing...what makes you think Clark's different?" she asked, slowly pulling away from him as she searched for her clothes, her heart thudding quickly against her chest.
Where did he start? Feeling her physical absence keenly, Sam propped himself against the pillows, wrapping a sheet around his lower body. "It's something I just feel, okay? Then there's the way you're acting." He watched her scramble around for clothes and wondered what toes he had stepped on.
"Well, it's not like we're exactly normal, Sam," she said, her voice tense.
"Yeah, I'm a freak, I know that. Look, I'm sorry I said anything." His words fell flat as he spoke them.
"That's not what I said." She turned to face him.
He resisted the urge to get out of bed and pull her into his arms. "I know it isn't. That's Dean speaking. He's always called me a freak."
"Yeah, well, Dean's an ass."
Sam snorted. "No he's not. He's my brother. He just acts like an ass." He looked down at his hands, which were empty. In more ways than one, he realized sorrowfully. He had nothing to offer his soul mate. How could he keep them together when he had nothing else to give but himself? He blew out a frustrated breath.
"Stop it, Sam. Please." She shut her eyes against the painful thoughts in his mind.
He flinched and established a mental wall, an image to literally keep her out of his head. "Not used to someone reading my thoughts," he replied with a sigh. He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face.
Taking it as rejection, she finished dressing slowly, swallowing hard.
An emotional chasm yawned between them, making Sam open his eyes in surprise. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, getting out of bed and wrapping the sheet around his body, leaving his chest naked and exposed. When she didn't look at him, he gently took her hands in his and silently begged her to look up at him.
Chloe bit her lower lip, not meeting his eyes. "I wasn't trying to," she whispered.
"I know you weren't," he replied, his eyes wide, pleading. "I was trying to protect you from what I was thinking, because... I think a lot. Too much, maybe." One hand reached up and stroked her cheek, brushing away strands of hair.
"It hurt because it's not true." Chloe looked up at him with sad eyes. "You are all I need."
Her simple statement touched his heart, infused him with a strength he had never known. She was all he needed, he mused, sending that thought into her mind. "I still need to take care of you, though," he said out loud, the need to protect what was his both intense and frightening.
She slid her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. "We'll take care of each other," she whispered.
She had no idea how true her words were, he realized, curling his long arms around her and holding her tightly, her body's warmth a comfort to him. With the Demon still out there, the Feds on their trail, and a baby on the way, taking care of each other was at the top of the priority ladder. "That means Dean, too," he replied, planting a light kiss on her head.
Chloe smiled faintly. "I may think he's a jerk, but he's your brother. And I know what it's like to be close to someone in your family."
He sighed and chuckled. "Dean's not really as bad as all that. It's his defense for everything we've seen, done, killed... but I imagine your cousin Lois is a little like him."
"Are you saying you think my cousin's an ass?" Chloe grinned.
"God, no," Sam stated with an amused glint in his eyes. "You two are close, though, right? And you're willing to put up with her crap because you love her?"
"She's always been like a sister to me. I love her."
"Then you know how it is with me and Dean," he replied with a small smirk, thinking about his elder brother for a moment. "I'm all he's got, and if he's an ass... well, maybe it's because he's too overprotective of me."
Chloe bit her lower lip, nodding a little. "Yeah. I know."
Squeezing her gently, Sam kissed the top of her head. "Give Dean a chance. He'll grow on you." He smiled faintly at the sound of his words.
She smiled and hugged him back, placing a kiss against his collarbone. "Okay."
"So can we go back to bed now?" he whispered, lips brushing against her hair. "We have a few hours before Missouri and her séance, and there's still that matter of the tying up to discuss." He scooped his arms under her legs, picking her up with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Her eyes darkened with newfound desire. "What's to discuss?"
Lying her on the bed, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Who gets tied up first." He bit her earlobe gently, feeling her body rise to meet his, their mutual need already pricking his skin in pleasure.
"I think the bigger question is--where's the rope?" she teased, sliding her hands down his bare chest.
He growled in frustration. "In my bag, wanna think it over here?" he half-joked, covering her body and burying his face into her clothed body.
She laughed, sliding her hands through his hair and kissing his forehead. "Next time."
He sighed in mock frustration, moving his head to slip her shirt up, then kissing her stomach gently. It scared him how well they fit together. Scared him yet humbled and empowered him. Somehow, he vowed, he'd find a way to take care of them both.
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!
The tension between them was so intense that by the time they arrived at the motel it was all Chloe could do to make it into the room before turning to face him. She watched as he shut the door and locked it quickly.
Sam leaned against the door, already hard and ready. His body screamed for hers to come closer, and though his hands itched to grab her and take her right then and there, he refrained. There was something wild in her eyes he'd never seen before. So he stood there, watching her, letting their combined desires build until it nearly took physical form. His eyes trailed down her body, a strange smile on his face.
Licking her lips involuntarily, her heart racing in her chest, she moved toward him slowly, her body already on fire and they hadn't even touched yet.
Her heated desire hit him first, moments before she touched his chest. He closed his eyes and savored the moment, welcomed the riotous sensations she created inside. He had never felt so whole, so aroused.
Ever.
When she slid her hands up his chest, he groaned loudly.
"Kiss me," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes and gazing up at him, her hands resting against his shoulders now.
Sliding his arms slowly around her, he rasped, "Gladly." His hands slipped under her shirt as he lifted her off the floor so her face was even with his. His eyes still shut, he leaned in and kissed her hard and full, his lips demanding and promising.
She groaned against his mouth, winding her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair as she returned the kiss readily. "Sam," she murmured.
Pulling his body off the door, Sam walked them to the bed, their lips melting into the other's as he laid her down, unbuttoning her shirt as he did.
Electricity sparkling between them, she kissed his neck as he worked on getting her shirt off.
Sam's hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, so in a frustrated fit, he ripped it open, buttons flying across the room. He glanced up at her startled eyes and smiled. "I'll get you another one," he muttered. He slid his hands down her body and pulled at her jeans.
She wound her arms around his neck, lifting her hips to help him yank the jeans off, needing him badly. Her body tingled with desire and she pulled at his shirt, tugging it over his head and throwing it to the floor.
His cock throbbed as he freed himself of his jeans, sliding them off his legs, his eyes trailing paths of fire across her body. She writhed on the bed, anxious for him: he knew his heated gaze was enough for her. Slowly, he moved onto the bed, hovering above her, his eyes locked with hers as he slid into her slowly, nearly coming when he felt her hot core around him.
Her head fell back against the pillow as she arched her back, winding her legs around his waist and burying him deeper within her. Her nails dug lightly into his back.
They moved together slowly, as if trying to savor each thrust, groans as their bodies strained against each other. Chloe's hands caressing his back left goose bumps, her nails scraping against his skin as if urging him to move faster. He kissed her, biting her lip a little, and grinned. And kept moving slowly into her... even though he was nearly senseless from the painful pleasure.
She swallowed hard, whimpering when he bit her lower lip again, the faint pain mixing with the pleasure as he thrust into her until she was unsure of where she ended and he began. Lifting her hips to meet his, she sank her teeth lightly into his shoulder as her climax hit.
"Chloe," he moaned, feeling her body spasm against him, the pain of her teeth in his skin as she rode her peak. The friction of their bodies overcame his will and he gave into it, thrusting hard into her and soon following her climax with his own, spilling into her with a last single thrust into her body.
She whimpered, panting for breath as his head came to rest on her shoulder.
Keeping them joined still, Sam rolled over, pulling Chloe with him and positioning her on top of his chest. He stroked her blonde hair, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Chloe shut her eyes, pressing her lips lightly against his collarbone and then resting her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Their breathing regulated, becoming synchronized quickly. Sam smiled, peaceful for the moment, and understood their hearts were probably beating in time, too. "Thought you were gonna attack me," he murmured, satisfaction in his voice.
"Nearly did," she admitted with a small smile.
Running his hands through her hair and lightly tracing patterns across her naked back, he whispered, "Kinda like the idea, you coming on to me." A small chuckle rumbled in his chest at the thought.
"Well it's not like it's the first time," she pointed out, lifting her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling.
Rolling her onto her back again, Sam looked down at her, eyes filled with love and lust, he nipped at her back and growled, "Hopefully it's not the last." He felt her stifle a moan as he licked the sensitive spot on her neck and wondered at how quickly she could arouse his body and mind.
She shuddered, sliding her hand down to his thigh and over his cock. "We can find out."
Sam Winchester whimpered in pain with the touch of her hands on him. "Chloe," he bit out, his head lolling back as he rolled to his side, his body a mass of liquid hardness, all concentrated on her hand's gentle movement.
"Yes?" She smiled at him, her eyes mischievous as she gazed down at him.
He opened his mouth to speak but found his vocal chords weren't functioning. All he could think about was her hand, wrapped around his hardness, pumping him lightly as her finger smoothed across the tip. A groan escaped his lips at her sweet torture.
"Guess we have an answer," Chloe said with a teasing grin, leaning down to kiss him.
Sam felt caught in her web of seduction, he thought as their lips met, brushing together at first until he practically begged for more. He raised his hips jaggedly to meet her hand's movements, showing her he wouldn't last long at the rate she was going. His hands caught her full breasts and stroked them, teasing her nipples.
She moaned softly, squeezing his erection gently and feeling the tremors in his body. She nibbled on his lower lip.
His body reacted suddenly with a hard, sharp spasm. The pressure of her hand increased, making him twitch -- literally -- so when he came, it was in a rush of heat and a blinding light as he spilled himself over into her hand. He swore he touched her mind momentarily and saw his own face, contorted in rapture, seeing what she saw. "Dammit, woman,” he grumbled, the sweat cooling on his brow once he regained coherent thought.
Chloe wiped her hand on the blanket, making a mental note to have room service change the sheets later. "You know you love me," she teased.
Sam opened his eyes and grinned at her. "You made me whimper. If that's not love..." His playful words drifted off as he gazed into her warm emerald eyes, filled with love for only him, a guy she hadn't known very long... even though he felt like he had known her all his life.
She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her. "Wait until later," she whispered in his ear.
He groaned and pulled her face up to his. "God, Chloe," he said, "Maybe I should just tie you to the bed and keep you here forever." A wide, seductive grin crossed his face. "I didn't know how... wild you are."
Her eyes were wide and she grinned. "Tie me to the bed, huh?"
"Oh yeah, imagine the things I could do to you," he replied, his face dimpling as his smile grew lustful. He put a hand to her cheek and cupped it.
Chloe groaned, closing her eyes as she began to do just that.
Feeling her shiver with pleasure, Sam chuckled. "Hey, you can imagine, but maybe I can show you." He sat up and brought her with him, their faces meeting in a soft kiss. His hand drifted to her abdomen and stroked the soft skin. His eyes followed and he began to think about the baby. Their daughter. Being a father was scary but incredible. "I can't wait until... I can feel her kick," he whispered almost inaudibly.
Unexpected tears filled her eyes and she smiled down at him, sliding one hand through his hair and resting on the back of his neck. "Me either."
His eyes slid back up to connect with hers and found in them similar fleeting emotions he held inside. Being a father was never he'd considered, not while he and Dean were on the road full-time, hunting the Demon, running from the law, doing everything illegally. If anything, Sam assumed either he would end up in jail or dead.
But never a father. And a daughter at that, he mused with a faint grin. He was lucky, he realized suddenly. He had a second chance with this woman. It wasn't something he would part with willingly.
She smiled at his thoughts, closing her eyes as he rested his head against her stomach. "I love you," she whispered. It was weird. She never imagined herself uttering those words to anyone but Clark Kent. But what she felt for Sam went so far beyond what she'd ever felt for Clark that it startled her a little.
Feeling her stiffen just a little, Sam's gaze turned concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked, worried that she had read something in his mind that scared her.
"Nothing," she reassured him quickly, stroking her fingers over his neck gently. "It's just...before I met you I thought...well, I was hoping actually...that I was gonna end up with someone else," she confessed.
Both of Sam's hands caressed her flat, toned abdomen as he stared at her. "I know what you mean," he replied honestly, thinking of Jessica for a moment. He smiled. "No one I know, I hope."
Chloe fell silent, biting her lower lip.
The smile fell. "Not that... Clark guy?" He didn't want to feel tense, but dammit, there was something off about that guy.
"Yeah," she whispered, not willing to hide it from him.
Feeling like he had been punched in the gut, Sam fell back onto the bed, head hitting the pillow. "Really?" he asked, feeling a little awkward suddenly. He hated the guy, and Chloe had loved him.
She winced at his reaction. "Clark's just...part of my past, Sam," she whispered, touching his cheek. "I want you, not him."
He closed his eyes and leaned into her gentle touch. "I know, Chloe. It's just... I don't like him. Clark is... different. I can just sense that about him." The tension in the room changed, grew anxious. Something was wrong, he realized, looking at Chloe. "What is it?" he asked softly.
She forced a smile. "Nothing...what makes you think Clark's different?" she asked, slowly pulling away from him as she searched for her clothes, her heart thudding quickly against her chest.
Where did he start? Feeling her physical absence keenly, Sam propped himself against the pillows, wrapping a sheet around his lower body. "It's something I just feel, okay? Then there's the way you're acting." He watched her scramble around for clothes and wondered what toes he had stepped on.
"Well, it's not like we're exactly normal, Sam," she said, her voice tense.
"Yeah, I'm a freak, I know that. Look, I'm sorry I said anything." His words fell flat as he spoke them.
"That's not what I said." She turned to face him.
He resisted the urge to get out of bed and pull her into his arms. "I know it isn't. That's Dean speaking. He's always called me a freak."
"Yeah, well, Dean's an ass."
Sam snorted. "No he's not. He's my brother. He just acts like an ass." He looked down at his hands, which were empty. In more ways than one, he realized sorrowfully. He had nothing to offer his soul mate. How could he keep them together when he had nothing else to give but himself? He blew out a frustrated breath.
"Stop it, Sam. Please." She shut her eyes against the painful thoughts in his mind.
He flinched and established a mental wall, an image to literally keep her out of his head. "Not used to someone reading my thoughts," he replied with a sigh. He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face.
Taking it as rejection, she finished dressing slowly, swallowing hard.
An emotional chasm yawned between them, making Sam open his eyes in surprise. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, getting out of bed and wrapping the sheet around his body, leaving his chest naked and exposed. When she didn't look at him, he gently took her hands in his and silently begged her to look up at him.
Chloe bit her lower lip, not meeting his eyes. "I wasn't trying to," she whispered.
"I know you weren't," he replied, his eyes wide, pleading. "I was trying to protect you from what I was thinking, because... I think a lot. Too much, maybe." One hand reached up and stroked her cheek, brushing away strands of hair.
"It hurt because it's not true." Chloe looked up at him with sad eyes. "You are all I need."
Her simple statement touched his heart, infused him with a strength he had never known. She was all he needed, he mused, sending that thought into her mind. "I still need to take care of you, though," he said out loud, the need to protect what was his both intense and frightening.
She slid her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. "We'll take care of each other," she whispered.
She had no idea how true her words were, he realized, curling his long arms around her and holding her tightly, her body's warmth a comfort to him. With the Demon still out there, the Feds on their trail, and a baby on the way, taking care of each other was at the top of the priority ladder. "That means Dean, too," he replied, planting a light kiss on her head.
Chloe smiled faintly. "I may think he's a jerk, but he's your brother. And I know what it's like to be close to someone in your family."
He sighed and chuckled. "Dean's not really as bad as all that. It's his defense for everything we've seen, done, killed... but I imagine your cousin Lois is a little like him."
"Are you saying you think my cousin's an ass?" Chloe grinned.
"God, no," Sam stated with an amused glint in his eyes. "You two are close, though, right? And you're willing to put up with her crap because you love her?"
"She's always been like a sister to me. I love her."
"Then you know how it is with me and Dean," he replied with a small smirk, thinking about his elder brother for a moment. "I'm all he's got, and if he's an ass... well, maybe it's because he's too overprotective of me."
Chloe bit her lower lip, nodding a little. "Yeah. I know."
Squeezing her gently, Sam kissed the top of her head. "Give Dean a chance. He'll grow on you." He smiled faintly at the sound of his words.
She smiled and hugged him back, placing a kiss against his collarbone. "Okay."
"So can we go back to bed now?" he whispered, lips brushing against her hair. "We have a few hours before Missouri and her séance, and there's still that matter of the tying up to discuss." He scooped his arms under her legs, picking her up with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Her eyes darkened with newfound desire. "What's to discuss?"
Lying her on the bed, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Who gets tied up first." He bit her earlobe gently, feeling her body rise to meet his, their mutual need already pricking his skin in pleasure.
"I think the bigger question is--where's the rope?" she teased, sliding her hands down his bare chest.
He growled in frustration. "In my bag, wanna think it over here?" he half-joked, covering her body and burying his face into her clothed body.
She laughed, sliding her hands through his hair and kissing his forehead. "Next time."
He sighed in mock frustration, moving his head to slip her shirt up, then kissing her stomach gently. It scared him how well they fit together. Scared him yet humbled and empowered him. Somehow, he vowed, he'd find a way to take care of them both.