Sam had never been as grateful for an absentee roommate as when he found himself tangled with Jessica Moore that Friday night. What started out as a soft exploratory kiss escalated as he felt Jess meet him with more enthusiasm than what he had been expecting. He stumbled a step backward with the surprise of her sudden weight against him and then once he'd recovered, he returned it with equal fervor, tangling his hands in her hair and squeezing his eyes shut, wanting to drown in her.
She was the perfect height for him. The only woman he'd dated where it wasn't necessary to bend in half to stoop down to reach her. She could rise up on her tip toes and he could press her to him and capture her mouth with his and squeeze her tight with adrenaline and lust.
She backed him against the bed until he smacked into the edge of the sunken dorm mattress with his knees and sat heavily.
She straddled him and Sam's eyes rolled back with the ecstasy of having her weight on his lap.
He wanted her more than he'd wanted anything in his life, and as his shirt came off and his bare skin slid against hers, he felt an emotion well up within him that was deeper than lust.
She was dragging him under with her like an anchor thrown at a drowning man.
He surfaced for a moment, able to hold onto reason long enough to dig through his wallet for a condom with shaking fingers. -Nerves joining in the fray of too much emotion.
Sam had had sex before. He'd even had sex with women he really cared about. But making love? In the making love department, Sam Winchester was still virgin.
He rearranged himself on the too small bed, bumped his head against the wall and blushed shyly, brown fringe of bangs falling over his eyes as Jess brushed them away with a joyous laugh.
Her body was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, all lean soft curves that were smooth under his hands.
He was faintly trembling again as she put her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her. He felt mildly embarrassed by his reaction but she seemed more charmed than bothered by it. It didn't dissuade her passion at all, even with the awkwardness of him trying to find how their bodies fit together that first time.
He met her need with no resistance; finally letting go of the floating board from the shipwreck he'd been clinging to- and down he sank with her.
Under the waves to peace.
Brady watched Sam Winchester glance surreptitiously at Jessica Moore as she sat to the side of him, sharing a pizza. She laughed at her friend, Jerry, and covered her mouth to not lose the cheese.
Sam's reaction, as always, was understated. He was so controlled that it was hard to see how much he was falling for her.
Now Jessica...her affection was so blatantly obvious when she looked at him that her face practically lit up.
Women were so easy to read when they loved a man. The way they looked at them, hung on every word, giggled and touched, pawed and fawned. It was almost pathetic really.
Men were usually a fraction more subtle with their signals. And Sam was even more subtle than most with his... yet still, Brady saw the affectionate way his hazel-blue eyes fixed on her face; his easy way of being with her. -The way he leaned toward her when she spoke or put his arm around her shoulders with a touch of pride.
He wondered what that blonde piece of ass was like in bed with those long legs wrapped around a man. Lucky bastard. She'd been chosen for Sam, but if she hadn't been...Brady would have pursued her relentlessly, maybe even taken her anyway if he grew tired of the chase.
He had known immediately that they would be a good set up, but even he hadn't anticipated quite how compatible they seemed to be. Jess stole a fry off Sam's plate and popped it in her mouth as she talked to Zach, Rebecca, and her friend, Jerry.
Brady liked Jerry. He was an easy going young black man. A lot looser than most of the stuck up asshole intellectuals that populated Stanford. A black sheep, quite literally.
Sam sat listening in on the conversation, not saying much, as was his habit and politely enduring the occasional teasing. Lord knows he'd honed that skill from a childhood spent with his brother, Dean.
He seemed the least likely candidate ever to lead a Cadre of Demons.
It made the Demon Brady wonder what was under all those layers of carefully applied self-control. Why did Sam keep such a tight lid on his actions? What dark currents was he keeping at bay? What dark thoughts swirled through his mind?
Or was all his carefully managed passion merely self-protection? Was Sam so frightened of being hurt that he carried himself with that rigid self-conscious tension as a defense against the harsh realities of the world with which he had grown up all too familiar with?
That tension was bleeding through his posture suddenly. Even with his Demonic hearing, Brady couldn't quite make out what had been exchanged at the table but it must have been something involving Sam's past to set him on edge the way it did.
Jessica moved with a loose easy freedom, smiling, lit up with charisma and almost a a counterpoint, Sam's posture was closed, smaller, rigid through his shoulders. He shrugged deferentially and made a remark that made the table laugh and the tension broke. The focus left him and Brady watched the protective shell slowly, ever so slowly, lift back off him.
Sam excused himself and stood up. Jessica's hand briefly touched his forearm and his dimple deepened at the gesture before he stood up and drew himself to his full height. His eyes scanned the room until they lit on Brady and he started toward him.
That body,-that tall, lean body- was going to be powerful when he filled out. And so was that nature...that stubborn tenacious nature when it was channeled correctly to a dark purpose... Oh, that was going going to be a thing of beauty.
Brady gave Sam his most charming smile and took a swig of his beer. "Coming up for air?"
Sam looked over his shoulder. "Yeah."
"Socializing takes it out of you, huh?"
"Yeah," Sam came to stand beside him, a few inches taller than Brady who was over six feet himself. "It really does."
Brady shook his head. "Putz."
"It didn't use to be your thing either," Sam told him, leaning his elbow on the bar and trying to catch the bartender's attention.
"I've grown." Brady smirked, eyes twinkling playfully. "It's like I discovered a different person inside myself. I realized you can draw energy from others, instead of letting them drain yours."
Sam gave him a sidelong glance. "Psychic vampire," he muttered under is breath.
"Oh please. We ALL take from each other's energy, that's how it goes. It's how sociable species interact." Brady gave Sam's calf a tap with his shoe. "Speaking of energy...I'm reading it between you and Jessica. You two an item?"
Sam colored a little and dropped his head. "Yeah." He gave the sidelong glance again through his brown bangs. "Yeah. I guess we kinda are."
Brady elbowed him, elated with the news. "Good job, Sam! That is a nice piece of ass."
He saw Sam's brow darken a little with disapproval. Oh, so he really, really liked her. She was no longer in the "piece of ass" territory.
"She's a nice everything." Sam nodded at the bartender and took a mug of whatever was on tap.
"Is she now?" Brady wiggled his eyebrows.
Sam hunched his shoulders over and stretched a long leg backwards for a second as if lengthening his calf muscle to get out a cramp before he squared his stance again.
"Come on, Sam. She a wildcat in bed? You gotta spill the beans."
"No." Sam said. "Actually, I don't have to spill them."
"God, remind me that we need to find out medically how to pull that stick out of your ass sometime."
He saw Sam's dimple deepen in profile. "Good to know Stanford research dollars are going to a good cause."
Brady saw Jess heading over. He lifted his chin and gave the signal to Sam, who looked over his shoulder for a moment.
Brady could feel Sam soften. She came up and hugged him from behind, draping her long, toned body against his back and giving him an affectionate squeeze as she dropped her cheek on his shoulder.
Sam glowed with the attention. "Hey," he asked. Turning around within her embrace. "What's going on?
"Checking to see if you're okay."
"Fine," Sam said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "You can stay and talk to people. I've got Brady."
She gave Brady a quick wink. "You and Brady aren't people?"
"I'm sure not." Brady responded truthfully. Sometimes being a demon was easy because you didn't have to tell any lies at all.
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