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Chapter Fifty-Three

The Best of Us

Tony woke up with a start, wiggling her butt experimentally against Sam's front and smirking sleepily when she felt him harden. He mumbled something in her ear and tightened his arms around her; something she had missed for a while now. If she weren't so sore and tired from the lack of sleep the night before, she would have pushed Sam on his back and have her way with him…. maybe later on in the day after she had slept the exhaustion out.

She heard a vibrating sound coming from the floor and bit back a curse when she realized she'd have to move to retrieve her phone. She knew she had to but she felt so deliciously relaxed with Sam curled behind her. She inched herself from his grasp, reached over the edge, grasped it and quickly and deftly let him grab her back; only a few mumbles coming from him. She smiled and felt a satisfied glow in the pit of her stomach; Sam, the one who slept the lightest and always woke early and promptly was sleeping in and sleeping like the dead. She had worn him out and hell if that didn't feel good.

"Hello?" She whispered into the phone not bothering to check whom was calling.

"Tony?"

Her eyes bulged at the familiar and slightly off voice, "Ben? What's wrong?"

"Uh…nothing. Nothing, just umm, wanted to talk to you."

She frowned despite the afterglow and warmth, "Are you sure you're okay? You don't sound to good."

"I'm fine, it's just we haven't spoken in awhile and things…change." He stressed the last word through clenched teeth.

"Well, I'm sorry Ben, you've probably been busy with your life and well; things haven't been peachy on my side either." Tony quietly explained. She did not want to get into a heated conversation with Ben, he was her last vicarious thing that she held onto that was…seemingly normal and she sure as hell didn't want to get into one with Sam curled behind her.

"I thought friends were supposed to be there for each other." Ben sneered.

"What do you want from me Ben? I told you if you needed anything, I'd come running. Why are you acting like such a jerk all of a sudden?" Tony couldn't help but ask, trying desperately to keep the hurt from her voice but damn it all; she had begun to really like the guy.

She felt a hand tighten its grip on her hip and tried not to be distracted by the fluttering in her belly. She wiggled her bottom and then stopped, realizing it was an open invitation; one that she couldn't follow through with yet…not until she handled Ben.

She felt Sam shift and felt something probing her from behind; she covered her phone and turned her head to a heavy lidded Sam, "Not yet." She whispered.

He ignored her whisper and smiled, disregarding her hands that were trying to push his away from touching her; he wouldn't be deterred, not after the long drought they had endured. He roamed his hands over her hips and stomach, letting his fingers flutter the curves of her breasts and smiled mischievously to himself when she pushed away his hands. He wasn't fooled, her breathing had spiked when he began touching her and it still made his gut clench every single time. He still affected her, no matter how long they had been together and damn if that didn't please him.

When he first woke up, hearing her heated whispers; he had wanted to throw the phone aside and banish her from ever talking to Ben again. But then he realized, ordering Tony around wouldn't sit well with either of them and his sudden crushing urge to possess everything about her and get all caveman on other men still surprised him…and unnerved her.

He smiled broadly when she barely bit back a moan before arguing heatedly with Ben; he wasn't too worried about her and Ben, she could handle her own plus it was good for her to realize normal necessarily didn't mean decent. She clamped her legs together to keep his hands from her heat but he refused to be pushed aside. He re-routed, changed directions and began massaging her butt until he knew she would go lax from the sensations. He was right and when she did loosen her legs, he attacked and began stroking her until he knew she couldn't take it any longer. Slipping a few fingers into her, he smiled at her angry stammers into the phone, very soon and he'd get his revenge from her earlier game that now made him cringe and tighten expectedly when he heard the word oral.

"Ben, I've got to go. When you've worked shit out and decide to tell me what's up—"

"She'll talk to you later." Sam gruffly said over her shoulder, grabbing the phone, shutting it and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Sam!" Tony slapped his shoulder in outrage, blushing slightly and how he loved that she could still easily blush, "Now he knows what we were doing!"

Sam shrugged, kneeling over her and grasping one of her legs to slip it over his shoulder as he straddled her, "Dean knows what we're doing."

She gasped when she felt him slip into her, "Dang it! Must we talk now?" Sam pushed harder and deeper into her in response, "Fine, okay, you win Sam! I don't care what Dean thinks!"

Sam bit her leg and pushed harder into her, "Why are you talking about my brother in bed?"

She gasped loudly half in dismay that he was torturing her so, half in intense pleasure and something between a laugh and a groan, "We'll talk later, dammit!"