A/N: Vivi here! Been a while since I posted last, so here you go! Just a heads up, this chapter has a rather graphic sex scene and in depth detail about several of Ali's products.

Same warnings apply. Language, violence, sex, blah blah blah...

Enjoy!

Previously on Enter the World:

Dean chuckled softly and looked at me in the mirror with mischievous eyes. "We're gonna get you laid, sweetheart, if it's the last thing we do."

"Seriously, Dean? You had to put it like that?"

"What are brothers for?"

The very next day, after arriving in a new, very small town, Dean told Sam and Cas he and I had some private business to attend to. Sam was suspicious, of course, but it flew right over Cas' head. Dean and I left them before lunch after we'd gotten some sleep. It was just like the good ol' days, but with more bathroom breaks; we jammed out in the Impala, flying down the freeway, having a good time and singing along to the music until my slightly compressed bladder got too full a few times. Dean found a little diner off the highway and we stopped for lunch, having two of the best burgers I'd ever tasted and some mediocre pie. Finally, we found an AdultMart and Dean led me in by the hand when I hesitated, my cheeks flushing bright red in nervous, embarrassed anticipation.

He told me I wasn't allowed to chicken out after how far we had to drive to get there.

In the end, we came out with my cheeks an even deeper shade of red and a bag of products in Dean's hand. I was big enough that the store clerk could tell I was pregnant and she walked around the entire store with us, giving us advice on what was safe to use, what to avoid, and new toys, products, and positions to try now that my body was changing. Honestly, she was very knowledgeable and helpful and patient with us and all of the questions I wanted to ask but couldn't. Dean stepped up without me asking him to and posed those questions. She assumed Dean was my husband and he played along, even going so far as to put his arm around my shoulders when I started to look a bit too overwhelmed.

Out in the parking lot, I shook his arm off and let a huge shiver run down my spine at the sheer awkwardness of what we'd just gone through. Dean didn't seem to notice.

"We should've gotten that jelly-"

"Dean!"

"What?"

"Ugh."

He threw his head back and laughed before getting in the car. The bag was tossed in my lap. It took me a few minutes to even touch it. He'd picked almost everything out while I stood like a scared mouse behind him, nodding anxiously whenever he asked what I thought of a product. Thinking back, he picked up just about everything in the store and held it up so I would have to look at it. My skin was still crawling.

"Man, Li, that was a learning experience. Gonna use some of that info next time I get around."

"Please, Dean, can we just not talk about it?"

"I mean, did you see that pump? All that blood poolin' down there, ramping up the nerves. Whoa." A visible shiver went down Dean's spine for completely different reason than mine and he smiled like a fool while I blushed like a freaking virgin. "Kinda disappointed I don't get to see any of that used." He motioned to the bag in my lap.

"You got to see that stupid pump suck the bejeezus out of that silicon model." I gagged a bit at the image that jumped to my brain; it just looked so uncomfortable when the clerk showed us how to use it.

"Y'know, that's true."

"Hopefully no one will get to see any of this used but me." I grumbled, pulling out a long rectangular box. It was a silicone vibrator, hot pink, modeled after the real thing, with like eighteen different modes to it. I just want Sam… Ugh.

"What? You mean you're not gonna share your toys with Sammy? Sharing is caring, Li." Dean winked at me and I quickly put the vibrator away.

"I don't even know if he's into that sort of thing."

"Won't know until you ask."

"How am I gonna explain to him where I got these, huh?" The thought had never even crossed my mind. "Isn't it gonna be weird that you took me and not him?"

Dean shrugged. "Nah. Sammy's pretty laid back about me and you. He trusts us."

"So you don't think he'll flip that you picked out all the sex toys he's gonna be using on me?"

"Nope."

I sighed, unsure. Digging through the bag, I pushed a bottle of lube and the vibrator aside to get at another, smaller box in the bottom. It was another vibrator, but smaller, only a few inches long with no realistic contours to it. "What's this, again?" I figured after today, I would never bring up sex toys ever again, so I had to know what I got and how to use it now.

Dean glanced down before looking back to the road. "It's called a bullet, remember? The lady told us about it. For when you're further along and you shouldn't be putting anything too hard in your lady parts or against your cervix. You just push it against your, uh…"

"Clitoris?" I filled in, perfectly comfortable with the medical term.

"Uh, yeah, and then hang on."

"Right. And, uh, why did you put condoms in here? Are those for you?"

"No, they're special ones." Dean reached into the bag in my lap and rummaged around until he pulled the little box out, handing it to me as if I couldn't or wouldn't have picked it up otherwise. "Ribbed, studded, flavored, the whole nine. For when you wanna spice things up but you can't use a toy."

"I think I'm thoroughly uncomfortable now."

"Good." Dean laughed, eyeing me up and down before returning his eyes to the road. "If you weren't pregnant and banging my brother I'd call you a little virgin."

"Shut up, Dean."

We got back just before dinner, having stopped on the way home and gotten Chinese takeout in the next town over. Sam was relieved when we arrived no worse for wear.

"Mind telling me what that was all about? Should I be worried?" Sam came up close to me and asked as Dean disappeared into the bathroom. Cas sat against the headboard of the bed he and I shared, watching TV; Dean and Cas were too uncomfortable with Sam and I touching or doing things while they were in the room to let us sleep together. I hated it, but we didn't have money to constantly get two rooms and Sam was uncomfortable with all of us being separated like that just in case something happened and we needed help. So, I slept with Cas and Sam slept with Dean.

Nervous, I walked over to the little table in the room and picked up the bag from where Dean had set it down, handing it to Sam wordlessly. Trying my best to be patient, I waited for his reaction.

He dug through the bag and frowned. "What's all this?"

Shit. I made a mistake showing him. Shit shit shit- "Uh, they're, um… they're toys."

"I can see that." He looked into my eyes, his expression unreadable. "You and Dean went to get these? You need these?"

My mouth opened but no words formed. After a few attempts, I just shut it and couldn't look in Sam's direction. My fingers wrung around themselves in front of me and I bit my lip. I messed up bigtime.

"Ali, it's okay to need release. Trust me, I'm glad you're gonna be using these and not seeking out… other company, but why didn't you tell me how you felt?" Sam tossed the bag onto the bed he and Dean shared. "Why did you tell Dean before you told me?"

"It just came up in conversation." I shrugged, my voice so quiet and weak I felt like crying. "He offered to take me to get some stuff and I said yes." Eyes downcast, I couldn't bear to look at the disappointment on his face.

"Hey." Gentle fingers lifted my chin and before I knew it I was being kissed, one of his hands in my hair, holding me close, and the other keeping my chin up so I didn't pull away. I let my hands wind around his back, pulling myself flush with his body. It was getting harder to hug like that, with my belly in the way, but we managed every now and then. When he moved away, I whimpered at the loss and my glossy eyes met his. "I haven't been there for you. I'm sorry."

I sniffed my nose, tears starting to form in my eyes. "No, it's- I'm sorry, Sam. I should've told you but I was scared it would throw you off and you'd get hurt on a case."

"Ali." He searched my eyes for a few seconds before continuing. "You are more important than any case we get. If you need something, tell me. Okay?"

"Okay." I whispered, a few tears leaking down my face.

"Okay."

That night, Dean made good on his promise. He hustled Cas into the car, saying he'd been cooped up too long, and took off.

Finally.

I got Sam alone. No Dean. No Cas. Just us.

"Think he did it on purpose?" Sam asked out of the blue. He was tapping away at his laptop, sat squarely on the rickety old table in the kitchenette. He didn't even look up.

I was stretched out on the bed, pretending to read. I had chosen to completely forget about the demon lore book in my hands in favor of coming up with a subtle way of seducing that mop-headed hunk. I'd been going through my options for about twenty minutes now, trying to find one that would work and pull Sam from his research on Tristram and Francesca and back to me. "Huh?"

"Dean."

It took a long moment for me to figure out what he was talking about. Then I grinned. He beat me to it. "Probably."

This time, Sam's eyes met my own. He smiled and shut the laptop with a firm click. "About time."

He was on me in seconds, the ancient book tossed onto the covers next to us. "I missed you." I whispered, winding my arms around his back as he settled over me, not crushing me but holding me close with a gentle firmness. I'd never felt more treasured.

"Missed you, too." Sam kissed my neck and sent goosebumps down my side, eliciting a soft moan. "Finally get some quality time…"

Before I realized what he was talking about, Sam's weight was gone from my chest, my fingers sliding off of his back. "Where are you…?"

He didn't go far. Sam sat back on his heels and pushed my shirt up over my belly, revealing the soft curve beneath. "Hey, champ." The hunter's voice was soft, his nose brushing the bump as a brilliant smile lit up his face. "Miss me?"

"You know he did. He loves it when you talk to him. And when you touch my belly."

Sam smoothed his hands over my little bump, pushing with just enough pressure to make sure the baby knew he was there. "You been letting Mommy get some peace and quiet? Don't wear her out, bud. We need her too, y'know." His voice was soft and low, thumbs brushing over the sides of my belly as he kissed it up and down.

"Oh, he knows. He leaves me enough time between bathroom breaks to help you guys out."

Sam chuckled. "She's using all her energy to help you grow and keep you safe, buddy. Me and Uncle Dean and Uncle Cas are all tryin' to keep you safe in there, okay? So you can grow up big and strong just like Daddy. I bet you're a fighter already." He bent down and pressed his nose into the soft flesh just above my belly button, grinning all the while.

"Well, I don't know about that. He's definitely got the family petulance. Little guy hasn't even moved for me yet." I said quietly, putting my hands over Sam's at my sides.

He looked up at me, concerned. "Really?"

"Yeah, I would've told you if he had. It's kind of a big deal." I shrugged.

"Is that… is that normal? You're what, like… twenty weeks now?"

"Nineteen. I'll be twenty tomorrow."

"That's halfway, right? Is something wrong? Do you need to go see a doctor?"

"No, it can be normal to take this long. If he doesn't move in the next week, I'll have Cas-" I stopped short. Cas couldn't monitor my pregnancy anymore. He didn't have enough angel juice to see all of my soul yet, much less see the baby. "I guess Cas can't check on him anymore. I'll go to a local ER or an urgent care or something and get an ultrasound. See what's going on. I'm sure he's fine in there." Doubt crept up in my mind, clouding anything and everything.

"Do you have any way of telling if something isn't going right? Can you feel anything wrong, er…?"

Oh, right. The tattoo. It hasn't pulled at all in weeks. He's just fine. I smiled as I realized that if anything had been wrong, the tattoo would've told me by now. "I have the tattoo on my leg that tugs when something is wrong. It tells Cas, too. You know what, Sam? He's just fine. I am one hundred percent sure."

That seemed to be enough to calm Sam for the time being. "Okay. As long as you're sure."

"I am."

"Good." He turned back to my belly and kissed it long and hard, pressing his lips into my skin. "Man, I can't wait to hold you in my arms and hear that war cry. You got a big family out here, you know that right? And we're already totally obsessed with you."

"Kid can do no wrong." I joked, giggling a bit at Sam's words.

"He'll be so spoiled." Sam looked back to me and smiled that huge, dopey smile of his. "You both will be. Once everything calms down and we've killed those sons of bi-"

"Language, Winchester." I chastised, pretending to cover my belly and protect the kid's innocence.

He just rolled his eyes before locking with mine and losing all humor. "Once both of you are safe, we can settle down, if you want. Anywhere you want."

"I want to go home, Sam. To the bunker. To you and Dean and Cas, every single day." My words were soft, quiet, and wholeheartedly true.

"Ali…"

"It's the safest place for us. For all of us."

"If that's what you want."

"That's what I want." I whispered, rubbing my hands over my belly. "That's what he wants."

"Then we'll go home as soon as it's safe." Sam grinned and kissed my belly a few more times before kissing his way up to my neck and tangling his fingers in my hair. "So… still in the mood, right?"

"Uh, yeah." I said like it wasn't even a question. "I've been hornier than a hound dog for weeks."

"Weeks, you say? Better get to it, then." He smooched my neck a few times in rapid succession before pausing. "So, uh, we've done it a few times since you've been pregnant, right? I mean, not since I knew, but…"

"Yeah. Twice, technically."

"So then, I didn't hurt him, right? With my… uh, actions?"

I giggled and pulled his face to mine for a deep kiss, sliding my tongue over his lower lip until he relaxed his jaw and met me in the middle. When we parted after a while, I just smiled. "Sex is perfectly safe in most pregnancies. The movements actually lull some babies to sleep."

"So I rock your body and you rock him to sleep at the same time?" Sam chuckled. "That's totally weird."

"You're tellin' me."

"Does he feel, uh…" Sam looked around as if the word he was looking for was on the tip of his tongue and he just didn't want to say it. "The, uh…"

"The orgasm?"

Blush pooled on Sam's face, his embarrassed grin looking positively enchanting on his ruddy complexion. "Yeah."

"He'll feel the muscle spasms I'll have. He might feel you a little if you bottom out too hard. But those things won't bother him much. He's in a bubble, remember? Perfectly padded on all sides." I took one of Sam's hands and captured it between my own hand and my belly, palm down. Then I pushed his palm and fingers deep into the bump until he jumped a bit. "That's him."

"He- you can- you can feel him like that? Is that safe?" Sam's eyes were full of panic and awe.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just wait until he gets a little bigger. You'll be able to feel feet and hands and his head and everything. Gently, of course. You can't push too hard on him, but you see how much pressure I had to use? He'll be fine with this."

"Man… there's a real actual baby in there." Sam said quietly, looking down at me with big, amazed eyes.

"Well, duh." I laughed. "We're pregnant, remember?"

"Yeah. So we can…?"

"I don't see why not. I'll tell you if I think we need to stop."

A wicked grin spread across his face before he moved to talk to my belly one more time. "I'm gonna wreck your mommy tonight, kiddo. Hang on to something."

"Really?" Laughter bubbled up in my chest and I rolled my eyes. "C'mere, Winchester." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him again and again, letting him explore my mouth as we took our time. My hands slid down to his waist, then up under his shirt, tracing each muscle and running my nails down his chest in want. His hand traced my side, slid under the waist of my pants and pushed them down just a bit before moving more centrally and diving deeper. I gasped as his fingers worked their way down until one digit landed on my clit, lazily moving up and down, side to side, and driving me wild.

"Need you, Sam." I murmured into his ear, my hands moving frantically to undo the buckle on his pants as I squirmed under his touch. "Please. Want you so bad."

"I'm going to take my time with you. I want you blissed out by the end of the night. I want that kid totally rocked to sleep when we're through."

"Okay." My voice was little more than a heated whisper. I'd already gotten the buckle undone and was moving to the button of his jeans when his hand left my womanhood and covered my own hands, pushing them away from the button.

"Not yet. You first."

Sam moved away, removing his shirt quickly to expose his perfect body. There were little tracks running down his chest from my fingernails, bright red against tanned flesh. With a lustful smile, Sam reached under me and grasped either side of my pants, prompting me to lift my bottom. He certainly was taking his time; he pulled the jeans and lacy black underwear off slowly, his fingertips leaving little rows of goosebumps all down my legs.

It had been so long since I'd been exposed to him like I was now. Blush flooded my face and neck and I held my knees together so tightly that it hurt a little. What if he doesn't like how I'm changing? What if it grosses him out? I mean, I've gained some weight and he could totally get a girl much prettier than me if he wanted. Maybe- maybe if we turn out the lights, it'll be easier on him. Glancing to my side, I found the switch for the bedside lamp and turned it out, bathing the room in darkness.

I felt Sam shift and the light was back on again, momentarily blinding me. His face was inches from mine when he spoke, eyes tearing into my very soul. "I want to see every moment of this. Every gasp, every moan, every twitch, every heave of your chest. Every flex of your belly and curl of your toes. I don't want to miss one bit, Ali. Not tonight."

"Are you sure?" I whispered, swallowing hard against the nervous lump in my throat. "My body… it's changed since you saw it last. More than just my belly growing."

"I know you've gained some weight to help the baby grow. I know you probably have some new stretch marks. I know how hard it is for you to shave now that you can hardly see your own feet. That's normal, babe. My love for you isn't based on physical stuff anyways. I love you, not your body. Although, it is nice to look at. And it's got my kid in it." Sam winked at me and I let out the breath I'd been holding.

"Okay." I focused on breathing for a few seconds, trying to will my tense legs to release and fall aside. It seemed to be pointless until Sam moved down my body, trailing kisses from my jaw all the way down. That action alone was enough to relax my anxious stomach and my quivering thighs. Sam ran his hands up my legs on either side slowly, gently, until they came to the middle and carefully forced themselves between my knees. He spread my legs firmly, pushing them far to either side while he moved over me, between them, kissing first my belly, then my lips before moving down again.

"What are you…?" I started, only to have my eyes roll back in my head and a low moan escape my throat. With his tongue, he traced out my slit and circled my clit a few times before sucking gently and releasing me.

"Is this okay?" He asked, rubbing up and down the insides of my shaky thighs as I struggled to form words.

I ended up just nodding fervently.

I heard a soft chuckle before the tongue was back to caressing, exploring, pressing on my womanhood in ways I'd never experienced before. He circled my clit with the tip before moving the full length of his tongue, rough with taste buds, along it. I cried out, my thighs trying to clench down on his head. He moved his arms up to keep them open which was the most delicious torture I could think of.

With him sucking, circling, and lapping at my womanhood, it didn't take long before a good amount of slick was coating my center and my inner thighs. I noticed that little fact just as he thrust his tongue into my wet heat and I almost blacked out.

"Holy shit, Sam." I panted quickly, my hands moving down to work their way into his hair and pull him back from the sensitive area he was currently ravaging. My lady parts had gotten so much more responsive to pressure when I hit seventeen weeks, just all of a sudden. It was almost too much. Sam was strong, that much I knew; even so, I didn't want to pull too hard on his hair and hurt him. He was doing this for me after all. Instead, I just clung to his head and slowed him down a bit.

I'd broken out in a sweat, my pulse through the roof when he finally lapped at me one more time and I moaned his name, waves upon waves of pleasure rushing through me. My womanhood clenched down on nothing, feeling terribly empty, spasming with each pulse as Sam continued to suck gently, milking my orgasm for all it was worth. I felt my belly clench and unclench a few times as I dragged in breath after breath.

That's one. Hope you're not keeping track there, champ. I have a feeling it's going to be a long night.

"Tell me you're mine. Make be believe." Sam's voice was husky, deeper than normal and thick with lust. His eyes, greedy with pupils blown wide, met mine as I watched my slick drip from his chin. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and threw the bunched up fabric aside.

"I'm yours, Sam. All yours. Only yours. You're the one."

Sam paused, going still, a hand supporting him on either side of my hips. His expression was one of shock, surprise, no longer lust-ridden. "What?"

Still reeling a bit from my first orgasm in literally months, I had to think about what I'd said and why that may be a surprise to him. "Did I- did I cross a line?" I whispered nervously. "I mean, I-"

He crashed down on me without putting any pressure on my belly, kissing me roughly and entangling his hands in my hair. The taste of myself on his lips was strange, new, but there was no way I was letting go now. I was gasping for breath when he finally let up and grinned like a kid on Christmas day. "No. It's exactly what I wanted to hear."

We held on, kissing, for a long time; every minute of it ebbed away at the stress and fatigue of the last few days. It was just us, alone in the world. Happy and thriving. Just Sam and me, with a baby on the way.

"You're mine."

"Of course. Always."

"Beautiful, deadly, brilliant, irresistible…"

"All for you, love."

"Where have you been all my life?"

I grinned against his mouth and pressed my forehead to his, arching my back to push him just far enough away to access his fly. He got the picture quickly enough, finally agreeing to remove his pants as I pulled off my shirt, and soon we were both enjoying the soft, hot brush of skin on skin as we moved, grinding lightly in our underclothes and getting as much contact as possible.

"You're sure we can do this?"

"I'm sure we need to do this. Do you want me to, um, do to you what you did to me?" I had no qualms about giving Sam a blowjob- not that I'd ever done it before- but I wasn't sure that's what he wanted. I really wanted some key and lock action, but if he didn't…

Sam scoffed. "Tonight is about you, Ali."

"You sure? I want you to feel good, too."

"I will. Don't worry about that. I saw condoms in the bag. Do we need those?" Sam asked, his voice sounding unsure.

"Not this time. You're still clean, right?" My voice waivered at the question, suddenly unsure. What if he'd had the same cravings that I had while he was gone and he just… took care of them with someone else?

"Ali, I haven't been with anyone but you in any way since the first time we met."

That little fact struck me a bit. "Really? Why?"

He put on a shit-eating grin and moved to kiss and suck at my neck before answering. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

I grimaced, confused. "Uh, no. Do you?"

That got me a hearty, carefree laugh. "No. But there was something about you I liked, even way back then. I just couldn't look at other girls the same after that."

"Wow." I breathed, incredibly turned on by that little revelation.

"So no condom?"

"Unless you want me to get pregnant." We both laughed at that attempt of a joke. "No, I want to feel you, Sam. Want to be filled up with all you got." I leaned forward and bit his earlobe before whispering in his ear. "Want it to run down my legs for days."

"Damn, babe. You have no idea how hot that is."

Every time we were together I was amazed by how Sam could use his physique to be both incredibly strong and exceedingly gentle. I'd told Cas earlier in the week that I couldn't lay on my back for very long anymore, my belly having grown too big for that to be comfortable, and somehow everyone now knew. Sam wound one arm under my back and helped me sit up effortlessly. At first, I was confused as to what was going on, but then he pressed me to him and told me to hold on tight. He flipped us around so that he was laying on the bed and I was sitting on top of him, straddling his already hardened manhood, tented in his boxers. He steadied me with one big hand on either of my hips, both of my hands resting on his chest.

"Are you- did you read about this?" I asked, amused at the familiar positioning. It was a common pregnancy pose, just like all fours and laying on one's side.

A light blush came over his cheeks and neck as he ran his hands up and down my sides and thighs. "I may have. I want you to be comfortable."

"Well I am very comfortable now. But, I mean, I could be more comfortable…" My eyes flashed downwards and back up as my hands wandered to Sam's manhood, weaving my way into his fly and taking it, pulling slightly. That earned me a groan as Sam's eyes rolled back just a little. His eyelids fluttered and his mouth dropped open a bit at the lightest contact.

I released him, much to his audible dismay, and pushed his hands off of my thighs. My fingers dipped below the waistband of his boxers and pulled, removing the pesky undergarments once and for all. I tossed them to the floor.

Drool started to pool in my mouth at just the sight of him.

"No fair." Sam said playfully, sitting up and reaching around me to expertly unclasp my bra. I let him take it off and was rewarded with a hand on either of my sensitive breasts, kneading and squeezing lightly. Even that left me breathless as my nipples hardened from that tiny bit of friction alone. My eyes slid closed for a split second.

Then an arm was around my back, steadying me. I opened my eyes just in time to see Sam take one of my nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue before biting lightly. I cried out at the explosion of sensation and flung my head back, breathing hard. Both my hands hit his shoulders and pushed, the feeling a little too much, but his arm behind my back held him firmly in place. His other hand moved to thumb over the other nipple, leaving me a quivering, whimpering mess. I felt my womanhood clench desperately, confused at all the sensations that were so sexually pleasing but not from her.

He released my nipple after a while, looking up at me on my knees as I slowly came down from that experience. When I finally looked at him, he smiled. "You're more into it now."

"I told you, my body has changed. Everything is more intense." I said, still a bit out of breath.

"Hmm. They look bigger." He said, looking at my breasts, which were currently at eye level for him. "When does your milk come in?"

Strange question. "After the baby is born." I said, shaking my chest a bit to tease him.

Sam seemed to deflate a bit.

I laughed, somehow knowing what he wanted. "And no, you can't suckle from me until after the baby's been fed. I hear breast milk tastes terrible, anyway."

"I won't know until I try it." Sam said mischievously. A few seconds later, worry came across his face. "That doesn't weird you out, does it? Cuz I don't have to…"

"I don't mind as long as the baby gets what he needs. It might even be… nice." I shrugged. "I won't know until we try it."

"I can't wait."

"There's something I can't wait for, too. I'm still wearing panties." I said, faking a pout. "Whatcha gonna do about that?"

Sam bit his lip and put his hands on either side of my hips. He tucked two fingers into my black silky panties and kissed my belly as he slowly slid them down. My eyes closed and I hummed my approval, resting my forearms on his solid shoulders.

Once there was no longer an obstacle between us, I pushed Sam down rather roughly, earning a quiet grunt. I bent over him and ran my hands up his chest, weaving them into his hair and tugging lightly as I pressed my lips on his.

"You gonna take me or not?" I asked, breathlessly, feeling the heat between us and craving more.

"You'll tell me if it's too much. If I hurt you." He said, searching my eyes.

"Yes."

"It's been a while. Need stretching?"

"Please?"

Without another word, Sam's right hand left my hip and caressed the front of my thigh all the way to my slit, dipping one finger in tantalizingly slow. He waited for my body to relax a bit before pushing in further, down to the knuckle. I moaned and dug my nails into his chest, pushing down on his hand as he used the tip of his finger to circle my cervix curiously, as if it was the first time he'd found it. Then the finger was gone, replaced with two. He scissored them open a few times as my body adjusted, the canal loosening more easily than it had in the past. Once those fingers were removed, I nodded and readjusted myself.

Lifting myself up a bit, feeling Sam squeeze my thighs and help lift me, I maneuvered Sam's length to press against its target. Then I slowly lowered myself down, feeling the irresistible pressure build as I put more and more weight on Sam. Finally, after what seemed like minutes but was actually only a few seconds, he bottomed out and I could breathe again.

Sam could breathe again, too. His fingers dug deep into my hips, harder than I thought he meant to, hard enough to leave red marks but not bruises. "Shit, Ali. So tight. Hot."

"Move, Sam." I breathed, pulling his hands from my hips and pressing them firmly on my breasts. "Take me."

He did as he was told. Since learning about the baby, his technique had changed slightly. Much less rough- which was actually a little disappointing- and slower. Like he wanted to make sure the baby knew he was wanted and loved and protected before making sure I knew the same. He kept up the slow pace, eventually removing his hands from my chest and moving to support my tiring legs at my hips, holding me up just enough so he wouldn't push too hard on my cervix and hurt me.

It was bliss, it was torture, it was everything I'd needed for last eight weeks. But after a few minutes of bouncing in Sam's lap, my legs couldn't support me anymore and I had to stop. "Sam- hold up a minute." I panted, putting my hands flat on his chest to keep him from continuing.

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

"Back, doggy, or side?" He asked simply, showing no sign of being disappointed in my lack of endurance.

"I can do back for a while."

Gracefully and swiftly, Sam rolled us over, pushing the demon lore book onto the floor and out of the way in the process. Then he was right back to it, going slow, being so gentle I might as well be a porcelain doll.

So I picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster against him than he was into me. He got the message. Soon I was getting pounded into the mattress, crying out and gasping and groaning at the friction I'd so missed. Sam's back had to be bleeding with all the times I'd drawn my nails across it.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." I gasped, feeling a delicious heat build in my womanhood. All at once, with one particularly deep thrust, I came. Stars danced in my vision as I screamed his name, finally clenching down on something thick and strong, heightening the orgasm to a whole new plane.

It wasn't long after I'd come down from my second orgasm that he followed, his whole body tensing above and in mine. He held his breath until his member stopped pulsing inside me, letting out a massive, shaky breath when he was done. He'd never knowingly sent his swimmers freely into me before, and the sensation was… intense. I felt it spread out, coat he and I all over inside me, with some even leaking onto the bed beneath me.

"Fuck." Sam grunted once he caught his breath.

I just laughed at the exhausted smile on his face. "You can say that again."

"Fuck." Sam repeated with a laugh. "Ali, I really meant to go longer but damn. You're a lot more shallow and… and stronger than last time and it was driving me crazy."

"I liked it too, love." I pulled his head down for a kiss before letting him go. He didn't go far.

With a hand on either side of my belly, he kissed it gently and rubbed his thumbs over it. "Sorry about all the cussin', buddy. Your mom's a fox. Hope you're all rocked to sleep now. G'night, champ."

I couldn't help but smile.

Sam sat back on his heels and used the sheet to wipe himself off before laying down beside me, kissing my temple and pulling the clean section of sheets over us both. "Have you thought about a name yet?" He whispered.

That wiped the smile right off my face. "Uh, no. Why, have you?"

"Not really."

"Do you think we should start?"

"Not tonight."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Leave me a review! If I get a lot of comments, it might motivate me to post sooner...