Chapter 9

Serra

"What are you doing right now?" I asked Grace as soon as she picked up her phone.

"I was making hot dogs for the kids. Why?"

I glanced down at Levi, who was building with his wooden blocks at my feet as I held Charlie. "You gotta take the kids for a bit."

"I don't 'gotta' do anything," Grace replied, too quickly.

I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes. "Please, Gracie? I gotta get out of here. I need a break."

"Where is Sam?"

Glancing out the window, watching him drive away in his El Camino, I sighed. "He went back to school to get some papers that he has to grade before Friday." I searched for the words to tell my sister that I really wanted to surprise him at school, but she needed to get there on her own. It almost had to be her idea.

"You know," Grace's voice came over the speaker again, annoyed. "If you're going to try and manipulate a half-angel, you should probably do a better job at hiding your thought process. If you wanna chase after your husband to fuck him in his classroom, just tell me."

"I wanna chase after my husband to fuck him in his classroom."

"Bring them over. You owe me."

I changed my clothes quickly, throwing on my black tank and a flannel, jeans and boots. I carried Charlie across the field with Levi and Johnny running ahead of me and basically tossed Grace the baby, shouting, "Thanks, sis! I'll be back in a bit!"

She shook her head slowly as I ran across the wheat field and jumped into the Wagon, starting her up with a roar. I threw her in gear and tore off down the highway, exhilarated that I was doing something unpredictable.

In less than ten minutes, I was approaching Sam's parking lot in the back half of the school and I parked next to his blue El Camino. I jogged across the blacktop, carrying only my keys, and walked down the hall, looking for my husband's classroom.

There were still students milling about and I had to sidestep them occasionally as I padded my way towards the auditorium. Sam had the door propped open and he was bent at the waist, searching his file cabinet for something as I stood in the doorway. I stared at his ass momentarily, smiling to myself, and finally, cleared my throat, attempting to get his attention.

"Sorry," he said, not looking up, "no office hours today." I raised my eyebrows and shook my head as I crossed my arms in front of me. My keys tinkled in my hands, their familiar sound forcing Sam to turn. "What?" he began, fading off. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged, stepping out of the doorway and letting it close behind me. I reached towards the deadbolt and clicked it to the locked position and moved closer to my husband. "I miss you," I began, taking a deep breath and licking my lips. "I saw an opportunity and I took it."

His hands automatically found my shoulders and pulled me closer, smiling. "What did you do with the kids?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows.

"I duct taped them to the floor," I whispered, smiling slyly. "They should be good for an hour or so."

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I don't know, after the tantrum you just threw…" he faded away and pursed his lips.

"Oh shut up," I said, reaching up to kiss him.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. We made out for a few minutes and when I reached for the buttons on his flannel, he backed away and chuckled. "Sere," he said, almost whispering, "we can't have sex in my classroom."

"Don't boss me around," I answered, reaching for the second button and kissing his neck.

He took a shaky breath, but pushed me back again gently. "Serra, seriously," he reiterated. "If someone comes by and sees us, I could get in big trouble. They'll think you're a coed."

"So turn off the lights, lock the door, and stop being such a pussy."

Sam lowered his jaw and pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, annoyed. I grinned at him and forced my way towards the buttons on his flannel once again. He tried to fight back, but as soon as I made contact with his chest, he was putty in my hands. I reached towards the wall and flicked the light switch off and pushed him towards his desk.

We were wrapped around one another already, his hands in my hair and mine up the back of this shirt, running my fingertips across the muscles in his back. Our breathing was heavy, kissing passionately and I bit his bottom lip as we found the edge of the desk.

Sam stopped me, holding a palm to my shoulder. "Serra," he breathed, "we're not having sex on top of my student's mid-terms."

I rolled my eyes and shoved him down into his chair and grinned. "Fine," I said, unbuckling my belt, "your chair is leather. It'll wipe clean."

Sam fought it, but he grinned, showing the deep dimples on each side of his cheek. I knew I had him. I approached him again and he pulled me down, kissing me hard, pulling my hair slightly. His hands held me in place by my neck and face, trying his hardest to bring me as close as he could. Suddenly, he pulled my flannel off without breaking contact with me and dropped it to the floor and leaning back, he tugged the bottom of my black tank off, tossing it behind him somewhere.

I was still self-conscious about how my body had changed while carrying Charlie and I tried my best to stay focused on the fact that Sam still wanted me, very badly. I never said anything to him, but I got the feeling that he knew what I was worried about as he inspected me. Sam's fingers traced the top of my tattoo on my hip and then found the other, curving around my waist with his opposite hand. Leaning forward, he kissed my stomach and slowly, made his way up the center of my chest. The tingle that spread through my body made me sign in contentment and he smiled seductively as he looked up at my face, pressing his hands against my back, bringing me closer once again.

I straddled him after I dropped my jeans, trying my best not to knock us both over. We giggled a few times, realizing that the chair would swivel with each movement, so Sam rolled us against the desk as we found each other again. I gasped as Sam pushed into me and I gripped his shoulders tightly, pressing my nails into his skin. We developed a steady rhythm and I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering how it felt to be with Sam, before we were married with kids. It was the most liberated I had felt in months, and I wanted it to last all night.

We attacked each other with kisses and bites. I found his neck, beneath all that shaggy hair and breathed him in as I explored his ear with my tongue. He tightened his grip around my waist and I knew it was coming. I shut my eyes and smiled as we came together, trying not to cry out into the empty auditorium.

With a final squeak of the desk chair, the hydraulics of the adjustment seemed to finally give up and it lowered us slowly towards the floor. I laughed out loud, collapsing into Sam's bare chest and he grinned, shaking his head. "I liked this chair," he said sadly. "Do you think they'll buy me a new one?"

"What happened to your chair, Mr. Winchester?" I asked in a mockingly serious voice.

Sam pretended to think, "Well, my wife came to class and we had sex in it."

I laughed again and slapped his shoulder. I tried to stand, but the chair rolled as I made the move to stand, and I buckled once again, falling into his lap.