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"Unlock the fucking door already!" Lizzy complains with a smile as her lips never leave Dean's. Her back is pressed against the exterior of the motel room door as Dean struggles to get the key in the lock while groping her nonstop. They're frantic, acting like horny teenagers, and if one were to ask them they'd both agree. They need this. Badly.
"Sorry," he says while still making out obscenely with her. "Can't… get… brain… to work…"
Lizzy laughs at him while starting in on the buttons of his plaid shirt before they can get out of the public eye. Hopefully no one is around.
"Ah-ha!" Dean shouts with happiness when he hears the door lock shift, indicating that he finally did it. Turning the knob he shoves the door open, it hitting the wall on the other side hard after he pushes his way through the doorway, attacking Lizzy harder as he does. Dean grabs for the door again, missing a few times as he never pries his face away from hers, but finally manages to slam it shut with a kick from his boot.
Quickly he backs her up until she trips over the edge of the bed nearest the door. Falling backwards unexpectedly, she grabs hard onto his shirt for leverage but instead of find her balance she takes him with her.
"Oomph," Lizzy exhales as his full weight falls on top of her.
"You ok?" Dean asks in his drunken state as he continues his assault on her lips.
"Fine," she smiles, her hands frantically working the buttons of his shirt again as she feels Dean grab her breasts through her clothes. That walk back from the bar felt way too long, even though it was a mere five minutes. It felt like once they stepped outside the watering hole someone had activated the launch sequence. They were impatient and rabid for the other.
Dean's mouth seeks her neck, Lizzy fumbles with his shirt, and they continue to clumsily move in their overheated state.
"I hate this fucking shirt," Lizzy finally complains, grabbing the bottom hem of his flannel and yanking it over his head. Dean sits up to take it off for her and gets tangled up in his halfway inside out clothing. Lizzy giggles a little before sitting up to help him get out. She throws the shirt with fake anger across the room once they manage to pull it off.
"Yeah, that shirt sucks," Dean tells her pulling her face in to his to kiss her again. Lizzy sits up, hands flying to his jaw and grasping to it as he kneels over her, a knee to each side of her legs. "I'm burning it tomorrow."
"Mm, good idea," she tells him, her hands everywhere on his half naked body. Then it hits her hard. "Fuck," Lizzy complains as she backs away suddenly.
"What?" Dean asks quickly, not wanting her to stop anything that's happening.
"Have to pee," she says as she tries to get out from under him.
"No, later," Dean tries to tell her, pulling her back in and crashing his lips sloppily back onto hers.
"No, now," she complains while once more pulling away from him. "Sex suck when you have to pee."
"Aw," Dean complains like a child while still pawing at her.
"I don't want to pee on you, dude," Lizzy laughs as she finally climbs out from under him, kissing him deeply one last time before standing up from the bed.
"I'll let you," he responds with a smirk, just trying to get the show on the road. He's dying here.
"Sorry but that's where I draw the line," she says while moving quickly to the bathroom. "Hey look at that! I have a line!"
"Never thought we'd find it," Dean jests as he lies back on the bed, watching her go.
"Give me one minute," Lizzy asks with a smile as she shuts the door. "And get naked!" she shouts out from the other side.
"Thought you'd never ask," Dean says to himself as he hurriedly opens his jeans.
"Damn," Alyssa comments jokingly as she looks around the rundown motel room after walking through the door Sam held open for her. "Five star all the way for you, huh Sam?"
"It isn't the best, but I call it home," he returns with a smile.
The two stand in the middle of the room, looking around awkwardly and shifting on their feet with anxiety.
"Uh, you want anything?" Sam offers. "I have water and beer…" He searches the small mini-fridge for anything else. "And more beer. Sorry."
"It's fine," she smiles back while dropping her purse onto a wooden chair. "I'll have a beer." She takes her jacket off and hangs it over the back of the same chair before looking around again, hands on her hips.
Sam grabs two bottles, opens them both and hands her one. They each take a sip from their beers and continue to stand quietly in the uncomfortable moment. Sam thinks he can hear crickets. Come on, Winchester, say something.
"So do you…"
"You know I…"
They both start speaking at the very same time after such a long pause and laugh quietly to themselves. This situation has all the fun and ease of an eighth grade dance.
"You first," Sam says to her.
"Ok," Alyssa agrees. "Um, I was gonna say that I'm acting a little weird here because I don't normally do this…. you know, go home with people I've just met."
"Yeah, I was getting the feeling," Sam tells her with a shy smile. "Truth… neither do I."
"Oh good," Alyssa says caustically while laughing. "Two people who never do this. This'll be great." She takes a sip of her beer with an eye roll.
Sam laughs at her sarcasm as for some very odd reason it puts him at ease. It feels familiar.
"I think we'll be just fine," Sam assures, putting his beer on the table and walking over to her. He smiles down to Alyssa before moving in to kiss her. He feels her hesitate at first, but soon enough she kisses him back. It's slow, and sweet, and exactly what Sam needed.
Alyssa ends their kiss abruptly with a timid grin.
"Sorry, um," she looks down at her feet. "I didn't want to stop… uh, kissing you…"
Sam grins from ear to ear. She was damn cute.
"But I need use the restroom," she admits, looking up at him from under her dark, sweeping bangs with her bright brown eyes.
"Yeah, ok," Sam says, using his arm to gesture to the door for her.
"Thank you." Alyssa hands him her beer and heads for the open doorway. As Sam watches her walk he takes a second to appreciate her ass. Nice, round, perfect really, which is strange because Sam wasn't necessarily an ass man. He usually was more of a boob guy. Something about this chick is pushing all his buttons though. He wishes he could put his finger on it, but he can't.
She closes the door behind her and Sam take a sip of the beer in his hand. When he pulls the bottle away from his mouth, he makes a funny face. The beer tastes off with the addition of her lip gross left behind on it. Wiping it off of the rim, he looks at the color now on his fingers. He's seen it before, but he isn't sure where.
"Oh my God, L! Get the lead out!" Dean yells out to her. He did as she asked and now he's lying naked on the bed dying for her return. She got him going pretty hard already and having to wait is killing him.
"I'm coming out right now!" she returns from behind the still closed door.
"You better be!" he warns. "Or I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, if you catch my drift!"
"Don't you dare!" she loudly warns. "That dick is all mine!"
"Then you better get your ass out here and do something with it before I die!"
The bathroom door flies open and Lizzy stands in the entrance way with a devilish smile, the light from the vanity illuminating her from behind.
"Holy fuck," Dean mutters as he sits up tall and takes the sight of her in. With a hand braced to either side of the door frame, her darkened silhouette gives away that he wasn't the only naked person in the room. Dean isn't surprised by her lack of clothes so much as the look in her eyes. Her dark brown irises peering at him from under her side swept bangs are alit with carnal lust in a way that sends a shiver straight down his spine. He knows that look. He loves that look.
"God damn you look so fucking good like that," Lizzy tells him as she takes a selfish second to glance over his form. There really weren't many men hotter than him out there. In her mind there just plain weren't.
Jumping off the bed, Dean rushes over to her.
Sitting impatiently on the edge of his bed, Sam smiles to himself when he hears the toilet flush.
The door of the bathroom opens soon after and Alyssa stands in the doorway with a shy grin. The two look at each other for a moment, giddy nervousness mixed with a nice tipsy state of mind. Looking her over again he realizes just how different this chick really is for him. She's slim, which he always loves, but she's got more of a curve to her than he ever normally goes for. Alyssa also has kind of an edge to her, he can see it hidden in there somewhere. She comes off very sweet and kind, but she's sharp, sarcastic, and pretty damn funny sometimes too. He also found the small tattoo peeking out of her long-sleeved shirt on the inside of her wrist sexy, another first for him.
"Hi there," Alyssa softly calls to him.
"Hi," Sam re-greets as he stands up and calmly walks across the room to her. "How you doing over here?" He snakes his hands around her waist until they're resting on her lower back. He feels her curves through her clothes and finds them just so damn inviting.
"Better now," Alyssa plays along as she reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair. "I have so wanted to do that all night."
"Do what?" Sam huffs, his hands running up and down her back.
"As lame as it sounds, run my fingers through your hair," she admits, the pink tint creeping across her cheeks.
"I keep it long for the ladies," Sam jokes, thinking as soon as the words leave his mouth that it's something Dean would say. He's been around his brother for way, way too long now. He's getting lame.
"Then lucky me," Alyssa responds before pulling Sam down to her and kissing him.
It feels damn good to have someone close like this, and someone not evil for once at that. No demon blood, no darkness, just simple, meaningless fun. And she was hot, that didn't hurt either.
When he feels her tongue run across his, Sam sighs his happiness that he took advantage of this night away from the oversexed rabbits that are his brother and Lizzy. As much as they do their best to keep that side of their relationship away from him and as much as he's glad they have each other, it gets old living with them and the way they act sometimes.
When he feels her reach for the buttons on his shirt without provocation, Sam begins to think that Alyssa is a lot like himself. Once she got going the timid and shy part of her personality fell away and the motivated, bolder side came out. Perfect.
After opening the last button on his flannel shirt, Alyssa runs her hands from Sam's bare stomach up over his pecs and shoulders before she abruptly pulls her lips from his.
"That's not real," she says while opening her eyes, having only felt his body while kissing him, not seen it. She slides the shirt off his shoulders and her eyes go wide as they take him in. "Jesus Christ."
Her hands seem magnetically attached to his tanned skin that covers the hard lines of muscle over his midsection.
"You're making me blush," Sam jests with a smile at her praise. Who the hell was he kidding? He gets off on girls who do this. Any ego boost always turned him on.
"I mean, I knew you were ripped and all, but damn," Alyssa honestly tells him.
Huge smile in place, Sam moves in as he's unable to hold back any longer. It always felt good to get such a reaction, but when it comes from a girl that was this hot, this sexy to him, it was even better. He kisses her again while grasping onto the hem of her long-sleeved t-shirt. She reluctantly takes her fingers off of his skin when he tugs her shirt over her head.
Looking down at her shirtless form, her black lace bra framing her ample sized breasts and her smooth, light skin, Sam snaps. He needs more of her and he needs it now.
Picking her up with ease, Alyssa squeals a little with the unexpected change. Her legs locking around his hips and her hands combing into his hair, she presses her lips to his with the sudden lustful motivation.
"Oh fuck, Lizzy…."
Coming down from it all, Sam feels like his heart has stopped. What the fuck did he just say?
The room suddenly goes intensely and uncomfortably quiet. Sam moves away from Alyssa and drops down onto his back next to her. That didn't just happen. He didn't say that. He just thought it. But why did he think it? What is going on in his head? At least he didn't say it out loud…
"Uh, Sam?" Alyssa asks while staring at the ceiling on her back.
"Yeah?" Sam huffs in a big exhale.
"Who's Lizzy?"