A/N The idea for this came from SuperSillyStories, who sent me three things and I said I'd write a story involving those...and well, here it is :P It was pretty fun, hope you guys like it.
As Sam spoke into the microphone, he felt a skittle bounce off the back of his head for probably the fiftieth time in the past five minutes. He turned around and glared at Amanda, who in turn giggled at him. "SAM!", the deep voice roaring from the speakers caught his attention, making him face the laptop screen again; Dean's face coming into view.
"Yeah, uhh sorry", he apologized and tucked his shaggy hair behind his ears, silently cursing his girlfriend for aggravating him. A small grin played at the edges of his lips, he knew he'd extract his revenge on her as soon as the skype session with his brother was finished. "What were talking about again?" he fidgeted with the microphone, turning it down some.
Dean took a long swig from his bottle of beer and sighed before running a hand down the front of his face. "Francie went missing. Sometime early this morning when I was in the shower." The thick glass landed on the computer desk with a slam, emphasizing the extent of his seriousness.
"Oh. Yeah", Sam leaned closer, ignoring the green piece of candy that flew past his right shoulder. "And you think it might have something to do with the Vamps we were hunting last week, right?"
"Yeah, I ganked their queen bitch, and now they're after mine", Dean moved forward, pressed his lips together, then dropped his chin to his chest, pounding his fist next to his computer. After a minute, his face reappeared, the solemn look tugging at Sam's heartstrings. "Help me, man", his voice was weak.
"Dude, I'm in", Sam threw his hands out to the sides. "Come pick me up and we'll get your girl. Those blood suckers won't know what hit 'em."
Dean took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Cool, bro. I'll be there in about two hours, be ready. Thanks Sammy." Without waiting for a response from his brother, he closed his laptop, leaving Sam to figure out a plan.
For all of her trying, Amanda had heard the conversation and was doing her best to keep quiet, but the Skittles bag crinkled in her hand. "Oops", she said aloud. Sam spun around in the chair, and lifted an eyebrow at the latina sitting cross legged on the bed. "I'm sorry", she said next.
"Yeah", Sam's face remained expressionless as he stood up and sauntered over to her. His shins met the mattress, and he towered over his girlfriend, his lips slowly forming a smirk. "You should be", he growled and snatched the red bag out of her hand, tossing it haphazardly across the floor. Amanda's eyes widened and she attempted to scoot away, but was caught by the arm. Instead of picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder to toss her into a cold shower or outside in just her bra and panties like she thought he would do, he pushed her back and climbed on top of her, settling his fingertips at her sides. "Move even an inch and I'll tickle you until you throw up", he warned.
The dangerous look in his orbs instantly sent a shiver down her spine; she knew how pumped up Sam would get before a mission and she knew this time would be no different. Proving her right, his mouth went straight to her belly button and circled it with his tongue as his fingers travelled up her sides. She let out a slow exhale, willing herself not to giggle as they ascended all the way to just under her arms, then luckily it subsided as he continued up over her shoulders, to the blue bra straps.
Sam pulled each arm up and through the straps, then snuck a hand to the small of her back and uttered the word, "Up", while nudging her. Amanda lifted up and he unfastened her bra and took it off, dropping it to the floor. Getting up to his knees, he began kissing his way up her torso, allowing his teeth to scrape her skin randomly. Once he reached her breasts, his tongue licked a line between them, then his mouth trailed over to one, nibbling around the nipple while a hand came up to the other and massaged it gently, feeling the bud harden under his palm. He tugged on it with two fingers harshly, making Amanda moan; then she squirmed when his lips wrapped around the other and sucked it lightly.
Amanda's arms wound around his neck and her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling on the ends as excitement burned through her like a wildfire. "Sam", she called out his name and refrained from bucking her hips up into him. She couldn't afford for him to stop when she was so desperate.
"Shhh", an animal-like sound rumbled from his chest as he bit down onto the side of her neck and raised himself up to push her knees apart. Remaining upright long enough to undo his pants and pull them down along with his boxer briefs, Sam lay back over Amanda and directed his hardened cock to her center, where he thrust inside of her all in one go. He withdrew himself and did the same thing again, causing Amanda to cry out and wrap her arms around his neck. Her face tilted slightly to accept him as his face lowered to hers, and he teasingly sucked on her bottom lip, then dove his tongue into her mouth for a sloppy kiss, his hips continuing on with their work.
It was only a matter of minutes when he began to sweat, working up to a grueling pace with rough drives that had Amanda's brain foggy. Each one sent her further up the mattress until Sam slid his hands beneath her back and cupped her shoulders from the bottom to hold her in place. His mouth had long since been diverted to her neck, where his mouth played brutally, certain to leave marks in it's place tomorrow.
Sam shifted his hips, changing up the angle that would blur Amanda's vision and would build her up unexpectedly fast, then send her into bliss at lightning speed. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails piercing his flesh as he only went faster, helping Amanda ride out her orgasm.
Once she was taken care of, Sam discounted the cramp in his leg and trekked through, slamming into his girlfriend repeatedly while resting his forehead in the crook of her neck. His hands white knuckled the pillow under head until the first spasm of his release hit, and he milked himself dry, collapsing next to Amanda when he was finished. "C'mere", he patted his chest for her to lay on, and bit back a smile as she winced while trying to roll over.
"I'm really sore", she told him with a pout, deciding that it was too much trouble to cuddle up to him at this point.
Taking pity on her, Sam draped an arm over her and drug her over to him, pushing her hair out of her face. "Sorry", he dropped a peck on her cheek. "But revenge was mine, and oh was it sweet", he taunted.
Being her typical self, Amanda grinned and replied with, "Umm, I think my Skittles were sweeter than that", while tapping her finger on the tip of his nose.
"Well then", he returned her smile and walked two fingers down to her stomach, "Allow me to get my proper payback," the words were barely out of his mouth before his fingers began playing over her flesh, making her squeal and flail around.