"Hit the showers, big boy." I say to him as he walks through the door.

"Has Dean called?"

He walks past me, oblivious to the horrible smell that he radiates and I wrinkle my nose, he smells much like a sewer mixed with curdled milk and a month old banana.

"No, but…"

"Just tell me when he calls." He ordered me curtly.

I was outraged. "Excuse me?" he turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow. "Samuel Winchester!"

"What?" his mouth quirked.

"I am not your servant!"

"I didn't say you were."

"Usually when someone comes in they say something along the lines of 'Hello' or 'Good Morning' but not you, you have to walk in smelling absolutely horrible and ordering me around!" My Irish brogue rolls over my tongue as I rip into him.

He sighs forlornly. "Sorry, Kat."

"That's a bit better, you brute." I smile.

"Good Morning, Kat. You will tell me when Dean calls, right?"

"Yes, dear. Now get into the shower, you smell positively horrible."

He smiles and chuckles softly before turning towards the bathroom door, I close my eyes and mentally head-slap myself because his smile has created sensations that send shivers down my spine. My body is awakened by just the brief moment of conversation between us, I wish that he would just touch me or whisper something in my ear. I wish he would pull me against him and whisper in my ear, just so I can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest, and the steady pound of his heart. I can't help it, the way he walks and talks just sends me into a fit of lust.

"Hey, Kat?" he calls to me from beyond the door, I had been so distracted by the feelings I hadn't noticed that he had entered the bathroom.

"Yeah?" My voice cracks as I call out to him.

"Can you grab me a towel? I think I left mine on my bed."

"Yeah, no problem."

I look at the bed and all sorts of carnal thoughts race through my head, thoughts of our sweat drenched bodies clinging to each other, Sam's body on top of mine, his body inside of mine. A moan nearly escapes my throat but I stop it and push the thoughts from my mind, I grab the towel and stride across the room to the bathroom door. Behind the door I can hear the hiss of water straining through the showerhead and the soft hum of Sam's voice, more thoughts muscle their way through the door I had shut on them and fire seemed to split my very skin. Resolutely I turned the knob and opened the door, his dirty mud stained clothes was strewn about the room, hanging from the corner of the sink, flung on the top of the toilet cover and thrown into piles on the yellowed linoleum floor.

Sam was still humming, giving me the impression that he still didn't know that I had entered the room, his voice was a deep bass that reverberated on the walls.

"Sam?" I said calmly, trying not the frighten him.

The humming stopped for a moment on a strangled note.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you, I just came to drop of your towel."

"Oh good, maybe why'll you're hear you could hand me the soap."

"Sure." A smile curved my lips.

I picked up the soap lying next to the sink and smelled it covertly, it was Dove soap, clean smelling and it reminded me of Sam without the Sam part, there was something about Sam that made the scent of Dove more…. Spicy. It was his warm male scent and just…. Sam. I sighed a purely female sigh.

"You okay?"

I pulled the soap away from my nose. "Yeah, fine, why do you ask?"

"Because you just made a funny sound."

"Funny? How was it funny?" I was stuck, stunned that maybe he knew that I was thinking.

"It sounded like a kind of moan."

My eyes widened, had I moaned? "Nope, no moaning, just rustling and what not."

"I'm just telling you what I thought I heard."

"Ah." She said. "Well, here you go."

I stood near the shower curtain and waiting for Sam's hand to pop out, I waited patiently for a few moments as he turned in the shower then to my complete and utter surprise opened the curtain. I couldn't move, one because Sam was reaching out to me and two, my eyes were glued to his nakedness, I couldn't breath I was so completely turned on by the sight. My eyes raked down his body, from his overly-long dark brown hair that hung over his dark hazel eyes to this long muscular legs that flexed under the lightly tanned skin. Oh dear lord.

If I had any idea what his body was like, I know exactly now and it was killing me because I know that tonight when I lie my body down on the lumpy and slightly uncomfortable I won't be able to get the thought of his body out of my head. When my eyes reached his face again I was absolutely incensed to find a cocky smile on his face, it took me by surprise mostly because it was completely out of character. It belonged more on Dean's face than the angelic face of Sam.

"Why are you smiling like a cat that's just had a pint of cream?" I say in an angry voice.

"Because you're checking me out."

This stunned me more. "Have you been getting pick up lines from Dean?"

"Kat, I don't need a pick up line to get you."

Outrage prompted me into a fit of rage. "You cocky son of a bitch!"

I threw the soap at him fully hoping to hit him in the head, then turned to find another object, the only object I could find though was a plastic glass that sat on top of the counter. I grabbed it and lifted my arm again only to find that Sam had wrapped one of his wide, strong hands around my wrist. A trail of goose-bumps started in my arms and flared out over my body, I shivered at the look in those eyes.

"Sam?" I said, my voice strangled.

The hand tensed and my breath hitched. "Kat." My name on his lips turned into a ragged moan.

He pulled me against him in the shower so I could feel those muscles bunching in his chest, he took hold of my other wrist and pinned both of my hands against his hips. He lowered his dark head until I could feel his lips just an inch away from mine.

"Relax, Kat." He whispered next to my lips.

His lips touched mine in a hesitant way, as if he wasn't sure what kind of greeting he would receive, without so much as a second thought I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss full force. There was a split second that I regretted my decision though when Sam just stood there…. Naked….. in the shower….. with my arms wrapped around his neck. I pulled away and looked at him, his eyes were wide with shock and staring into mine like he had never expected me to do anything so bold.

"Well, what now, charm boy?" I said in a clear baroque, visibly expecting him to make the next move.

What I didn't expect was his arms to crush around me and pull me into the steamy warmth of the shower, water rushed over my head, wetting my short brown hair and plastering it to my face. My clothes was slowly soaking and clinging to every curve of my body, I could feel the soft cotton of my white blouse sticking to my very virginal white bra and the wool of my simple blue skirt attaching itself to my legs. Sam looked at me for a moment like he had never seen me before, then he laid his lips on mine again, fire rocketed through my body, racing to every nerve so I was so sensitive to every brush of his skin against mine that I felt like I might burst. His mouth tasted of beer and that dark taste that belonged wholly to Sam, it was passion and love all wrapped up in a one taste.

His tongue traced the edge of my lips in a sort of question, I opened mine and felt it thrust into my mouth, felt it meet with mine in a mating of mouths, I sucked on it lightly, drawing a ragged moan from deep inside his chest. I sensed a volcano of passion just underneath the surface and it rocked me because it seemed to match the passion I had tamped down all my life.

"You seem to be over-dressed for this party." he whispered in my ear.

"Want to help me fix that?" I drawled back.

He seemed to hesitate, then says seriously. "I never knew."

"Knew what?"

"That you could be like this."

"Like what?"

"I don't know… you're just so passionate…. So different from the others."

I smile. "It scares me too."

I understand what he's trying to say, the way he is seems to capture my attention so easily and the way his voice sends shivers down my spine or even the way his touch is like electricity. It's hard to explain, the way I feel towards him.

"Now, shhh." I croon, kissing a trail over his jaw to his throat.

I can feel the steady beat of his pulse against his skin as I press my lips to the sensitive part of his throat, it can feel it quicken as I move down to his collarbone where I nip lightly at the skin. His hands move over my waist, roughly gripping the front and fumbling with the buttons, gently I swat his hand and unbutton the white shirt, drawing it over my shoulders to bare my white lace and satin bra. I can feel his hot gaze on me and his hands resting lightly on my waist, I can hardly believe I'm actually here in his arms, as soft sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, feeling his lips touch mine lightly.

His hands move from my waist to my bra, moving over the front, making the nipples harden like diamonds and poke through the soft fabric, I moan as he pinches them lightly before reaching behind me and unsnapping the bra. It slips down between us and falls to the bottom of the shower with a wet plop, his hands move to my front again, but this time he kneels in front of me and kisses down one breast, drawing the nipple into his hot wet mouth. A groan slips past my lips and fills the room with it's sound, his mouth is like heaven on my taut skin, swirling his tongue around the dusky colored skin, I can feel his teeth biting the sensitive flesh. Another groan passes my lips, ragged and deep, I close my eyes and start to pant, his hands slide down my body and reach the waistband of my skirt, tugging playfully. His mouth moves down my breast to my stomach where he places butterfly kisses to my navel, dipping his tongue into it.

"Sam…" I say breathlessly.

Swiftly, before I know what's happening, he pulls my skirt down, pulling my white lace underwear with it, a fit of embarrassment assails me, I cannot believe that I am here with Sam kneeling at my feet, nipping the skin on my stomach. My cheeks become flushed as he looked up at me with a smile.

"There's no need to be embarrassed." He said softly.

"Can't help it."

He turned away from me to confront the patch of dark brown hair guarding my secret pleasures, he nuzzles it, sliding one finger between the lips of my sex, I jerk and moan as his finger passes over the sensitive spot of my clitoris. I bite my lip and tense as his hands slide down my thighs and spread them wide, he bites the inside of my right thigh lightly, scraping his teeth over the wet, warm flesh. Explosions of pleasure blast through me when one long finger thrusts into my quivering body, leaving only to return with a friend, the friction and glide of his fingers awakens feelings inside my body, sending fire over my skin.

Climax rocks over me, making me arch into him a scream issuing from my lips but before the echo of the scream can die I feel his body move up mine, Sam's big hands gripping my thighs and hauling me up against his chest. In swift efficient moves he pushes me against the wall, wraps my limp legs around his waist and positions himself at my entrance. A lump of nervousness forms in my throat, he feels too big for me just resting there, probing with the smooth head of his manhood. I shiver and close my eyes, burying my head into the curve of his shoulder, I feel his lips on my shoulder before he pushes the head into my body. I arch again, slamming my back against the wall, stars shimmer behind my eyes because the pleasure I feel is immaculate, waves and waves of it crash over me, getting bigger and bigger as he thrusts himself fully into me. I toss my head side to side, digging my nails into his shoulders and moaning, his groans echo mine, rough and ragged.

Picking up a rough and fast pace I grind my hips into him, meeting each of the long, fast and very deep thrusts that just barely touch my cervix, I roll my hips, squeezing the muscles around him. I kiss him hard on the mouth, trying to draw the wonderful sensations out, I kiss down his jaw and love bite any flesh I can find. He pumps into me, his brown hair plastered to his face, his dark eyes even darker with passion, black edged and hazy green, I wiped the hair away with my fingers, sliding my hand down to his lips.

"Sam." My voice sounded breathless as he pounding into me, violating me in the best way possible.

Just then my body tensed again, my back arching painfully, my legs squeezing around his waist, it was the point of no return where my body exploded, shattering into hundreds of sharp, jagged edges that rained down around us. Supernovae blasted behind my eyes, rippling away my thoughts and emotions so all I could feel was Sam, all I could hear were his groans and moans, I could only smell him and taste him. He came soon after, thrusting harshly into me before spilling himself into my womb and leaning heavily on me. The only sound that could be heard was the ragged sound of our breathes.

The End.

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