fierce
real-placebo-effect
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for ismael, the fiercest. also on tumblr. soulless!sam/katherine.
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Of course Kat would walk in like she owned the room, bumping shoulders with the latest brunette to leave from Sam's place. The woman turned to stare — glare? — looking her from head to toe, but Kat doesn't really care.
She finds Sam reclining on his sofa set, jeans hung low, with a self-satisfied smirk. Katherine rolls her eyes, annoyance sparking at his laziness, but amused too.
"I'm so sorry," The brunette says, stammering, but her eyes glint with a familiar emotion, "I didn't know th—"
"Weren't you supposed to leave five minutes ago?" Sam drawls and the girl-woman flushes, rushing out, flustered and humiliated.
The door slams just as Sam yells, "Lock the door on your way out."
"That was cold." Kat remarks, maybe a little impressed, as she seats herself next to him. "Didn't think you had it in you, Winchester."
"There, there, Katherine." Sam says, smirking. "You're the only one for me and all that crap."
"Cute," She says, pinching his cheek, "But not sexy."
He twists his body, pressing her into the sofa, arms bracketing her as his mouth hovers over her ear, "Sorry. Let me make it up to you."
As he speaks, his mouth brushes her skin, the shell of her ear, and Sam pulls her hair back to bare the pale line of her throat. Katherine shoves him back, so he's sprawled on the sofa again, rolling her eyes as Sam laughs. He doesn't make to move, merely reclines, stretching languidly.
Kat gives the planes of his chest, the arch of his thighs outlined by his jeans, his mouth and hands an appreciative, considering glance. Her hand trails from his knee as she presses their mouths together, Sam's opening under hers easily.
Her tongue flicks out, just once, and Kat pulls away. "Hmm."
"Tease." Sam points out.
"Later." Kat reminds him and, just like that, Sam's eyes narrow, become sharper as he sits up, a predatory stillness to him.
"Yeah," He agrees. "Business first, pleasure later."
"Good boy."