Warning!!! Sexually Content!! If you don't like it, skip ahead to Chapter XIV!

Chapter XIII

We had been back at the house for less than a month and Dean was already climbing the walls. He was itching for a hunt, of any kind, of course he preferred the female kind.

We had run into a particularly nasty spirit on the way back from the Banshee hunt. I was still recovering from getting my ass handed to me. I still had a small limp to my step. The bastard had dislocated my hip when he threw me through a wall. Yep, my hip had hit a stud. Ouch. Thank God we still had some really deal painkillers in the house.

I woke up one morning screaming out, damn nightmares. It was early too and Sam was still sleeping in his own room. We had decided to take things slow. Not that dancing around each other for two years was not slow enough. I was still reserved about a few things, making love to Sam, not matter how much I wanted to, was one of the things I was over thinking. Sam was patient with me, assuring me. I felt like such a ninny. But I couldn't help it. We had fooled around a few times, but the sex thing just never seemed right. Until that day.

I had woken up screaming. I had another nightmare, but this one was about Sam. My worst fear was invading my dreams. Sam came rushing into my room. I swear he must have leaped off the balcony. He was in his usual boxer's only nightclothes. I was bolt up in my bed, covered in a cold sweat.

Damn it. I had seen Sam get run through, and I had held him while he died. I was in tears, I didn't know what to say. Sam just walked over to me and wrapped my trembling form in his comforting embrace. We sat there until my trembling had subsided. Sam pulled back and kissed my forehead.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, I shook my head. He nodded and moved to leave the room.

"Sam?" my voice was small and meek. He stopped at my door. "Stay with me?" I asked, Sam smiled and moved over to the lovesac that had become his second bed. I shook my head.

"No, here." I moved over in my bed so that he could slide in next to me. Sam paused for a moment, wondering if I was being sincere. When he finally decided that he would take my offer, he slid under the covers next to me. We moved so that we were in the middle of the bed. Sam laid flat on his back, I curled up next to him, my head resting on his heart. He wrapped on arm around me and it came to rest on my hip. His other hand held my right hand, playing with the ring I wore on my middle finger. He kissed my forehead again and closed his eyes. I just laid there, in his embrace, listening to his heartbeat. Eventually that sound lulled me into a pleasant sleep.

I was suddenly aware of a warmth lying with me. It took me a moment to figure out where I was, who I was with. Our positions had changed, I was lying on my left side, left arm under the pillow, holding Sam's left hand. His right arm was around my waist and was resting on the left side of my rib cage. His chin was gently touching my right shoulder. I shifted a little and Sam gently squeezed my hand and my ribs. I felt him shift behind me. He was still asleep. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I turned around to face him, my movement woke him up.

"Morning," he said, still sleepy. I smiled and moved a piece of his hair out of his face.

"Morning," I said, I kissed his lips lightly. I moved to get up and he held my close to him, shaking his head in the 'five more minuets, ma' fashion. I just smiled and kissed him again. I pulled out of his arms and he groaned in protest. I grabbed the closest shirt and pulled it on. I walked out of my room and closed the door behind me, not really sure if Sam was going to go back to sleep. I walked through the Great room and found a note on the dinning room table.

'Gone out, climbing the walls, need to find something to do. Dean'

I just shook my head. I knew it was going to happen sometime, Dean was never one to stay in the same place for long. Something about a Gypsy soul. I put the note back on the table and heading into the kitchen, my stomach was protesting the fact the it was empty. I opened the fridge and pulled out the making for my wonderful cheesy, hammy, eggs. I got out enough for breakfast for two. I was just putting the eggs into the bowls when Sam wondered out of my room. I heard the rustle of paper as Sam read the note and place it back on the table. Dean had left us alone for God knows how long. Then it hit me Dean had left us alone. Bastard, I knew now what he was up to.

How the hell did he know? Wait, never mind, I don't want an answer to that question. I was washing out the frying pan I had used when I felt Sam come up behind me. His long arms reach down below my shorts and drawing up to my hips, his fingers dug into my hips. Oh boy, I was starting to tingle. One of his arms snaked around my waist, holding me against him. The other traveled up my stomach, ghosting over my breasts. I gasped, yep, the chicken was done. I felt Sam growing hard against me. He began to massage one of my breasts, oh GOD! That felt way to good. Before I knew what was happening my body was reacting all on its own, my mind had gone silent. Good sign. I reached around behind Sam and squeezed his ass, pulling him closer to me. I was partially bending over the sink. In one swift move, Sam had me against the fridge, pinned under his weight. His eyes were dark with pure desire and lust, feelings I am sure my own eyes mirrored. We had waited long enough. I was ready to take this next step. I pushed Sam back just enough for me to be able to wrap my legs around his waist, my heels embedding in his ass cheeks, urging him closer. Sam was rock hard and I was wet. Sam pulled my shirt off and let out a groan of protest when he found my sports bra. Deciding it was too time consuming, Sam grabbed the closest knife. He looked at me and I nodded.

Trust, I reminded myself. I felt the cold steel of the knife sliding between my breast, then freedom, Sam dropped the sliced bra to the ground and attached his mouth to one of them, while he massaged and teased the other. I arched against him,

God where did he learn to do that?? He gently nipped at my nipple and I was lost. I ran my hands through his hair, bringing his lips to my hungry mouth. With a burst of strength, I threw us to the ground. Sam landed with an 'Uumph' and now I had dominance. Sam had made a mistake about starting this in the kitchen. Too many fun toys to play with, too many things to use. I slipped Sam's boxers up and over his erection. Good God was he blessed!! I pinned him to the floor with my legs and opened the fridge. Whip cream, yep. That should do it.

I turned around and smiled devilishly at Sam, his eyes got wide and darker as he saw what I had in my hand. I slowly releases the grip I had on him, shaking the can. I covering his prick with whip cream and drew a line up his stomach, and chest. The line stopped at the hollow of his neck. I licked the whipped cream off him tortuously slow, making sure I got every single drop. Sam arched against me. Lucky for me, I still had my shorts on. For now. I licked hungrily up his stomach and chest. I stopped at the hollow of his neck and looked up at him. He seemed lost in ecstasy. I attacked the final spot of whipped cream, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Sam took me by surprise, he wrapped one arm around my waist and flipped us. Now I was in trouble.

Sam, with his long arms, slipped my shorts to my ankles, tracing small circles back up my thigh, stopping just below my swelling hole. He spread my legs open and leaned down, taking my lips in a hard kiss. Before I knew what was happening he had plunged two fingers inside of me, my warmth given in to him. He moved his fingers in circles, searching for that spot, while his tongue was wrestling with mine. There were too many sensations for me to focus on at once. My body was starting to tremble, I knew what was coming, I could feel my body heating up. Sam had found that one spot inside me that could/would send me over the edge. Sam massaged the spot, making my body seize in the most pleasant of ways. Sam pulled back and I opened my eyes. My eyes turned yellow just before the first, of many, orgasms washed over me.

Sam smiled, that 'I know you secret' smile and continued to massage me as the spasms subsided. I reached down and grabbed Sam's cock in my hand, he jumped slightly at my sudden movement. I rolled us over again, now Sam was trapped against the lower cabinets, I had total control now. Sam's fingers were still inside me as I began to move my own hand up and down his shaft. Sam seemed lost for a moment before he withdrew his fingers just enough so that he could push them further in. I cried out in pleasure.

Enough was enough, no more fooling around. I pinned one of Sam's hands above his head and removed his fingers from me. I smiled and guided him to my entrance. I leaned down and captured Sam's mouth in a kiss, tender at first. I slid down on to him, impaling myself. Sam gasped into my mouth. My warmth took all of him in, give into him, forming around his curve. I let out a loud moan as I settled all the way on to him. We sat there for a moment, getting use to the feeling.

Then, I released his hand, whose fingers had once occupied me and with my now free hand on his chest, I began to move, slowly at first, in circles, thrusting forward and back, moving from side to side, moving in a circle. Sam took over from there, he flipped us again, he slid his arms underneath my back and pulled me toward him. He was completely buried inside me. He sat there looking down at me. He began to move in and out of me, slowly at first. He would pull almost the whole way out and then slam back into me, all the way to the hilt. The paced picked up as he came closer to cumming.

I felt my eyes being to turn colours again. A sly smile spread across his lips and he slowed down to the speed of a snail, pulling out quickly and pushing back in with agonizing tilt, rubbing roughly across that perfect spot. I arched against him, allowing him to get deeper, if that was even possible. My breath caught in my throat as my muscles drew his orgasm out of him, Sam arched into me, throwing his head back. I felt my whole body tingle with the release and a release of my own. I felt Sam empty himself inside me. He collapsed on top of me, shifting hie weight to make sure I could breathe. Sam leaned up after he had caught his breath and leaned in to kiss me.

"So, how about that breakfast?" He said, searching for his boxers. I grabbed my shirt and shorts. We sat across from each other at the table and ate our eggs. We had to nuke them first, since they had grown cold during our… activity. We were finished eating when an image danced through my head that was not mine. Sam was shoving everything off the table and taking me there. My eyebrow shot up and I just smiled at Sam. Well, to spare you the rest of the steamy details, which I am sure many of you can imagine, I will say that we found out the best and worst places in the house to have sex. And I lost track of all the different places, so it would be useless to try to name them, but we ended up back in my room where we passed out from utter exhaustion, wrapped in each other's arms.

Sleep came easy that night. Unfortunately, it was the last good night sleep we were going to get for a long time.