The Stories of Jo Harvelle
Terminal Velocity-Chapter Nine
Jo inhaled Sam's sent, he smelled wonderful. She had never seen him without a shirt on. Jo bit down on her lip as she unsnapped the buttons on Sam's shirt. This was one of her favorite shirts her wore, damn when did start having favorites. Jo took a chance to look up at Sam. Her hands stilled and her breathing become shallow. She was drowning in those beautiful eyes. The world was melting away. Jo couldn't look away, she saw different emotions flash in those eyes. He looked almost scared at first but now it they looked hungry and dangerous. Then they changed to soft and loving. How could he do that, she wondered. Unsure of herself Jo wet her lips and asked Sam, can I continue. Sam swallowed heard. He had to tap down his desire before he answered. Finally breathlessly, Sam replied, I'm yours Joanna, you can do anything you like. Jo's hands started to shake, she broke eye contact and went back concentrating on the buttons one by one. My Samuel Winchester, Jo said in barely a whisper. Sam nearly came undone. Having her say his name like that, it set him on fire and she didn't even realize what she was doing to him. Sam willed himself to stay calm, don't scare the hell of her. She's was tiny next to him, he felt so protective of her. He kinda wished he could have done some physical damage to that warlock. Sam gently ran his fingers along the laceration to Jo's face, as he did Jo turned her head in to his hand planted a soft kiss in his palm.
Sam was certain he didn't deserve her, she was completely untainted. A pang of guilt went through him, Dean had given everything for him time and time again. Jo had loved him first, she still had the scars to prove it. Damn, was he doing the wrong thing, Sam thought. Dean was broken not just from hell but from life. Dean deserved someone to love him like this. Sam had tried to help, but Dean wouldn't budge. Sam couldn't stop himself, she was his, and he wasn't ever letting her go. Sam kissed Jo then tender but demanding. Jo let out a little moan and kissed him back. Jo's hands splayed across Sam's chest memorizing the contours. She would never get tired of this. He left her breathless. Sam's breathing was hard as he looked down at Jo. Jo seen the desire in his eyes and it made her bold. Jo pushed Sam's shirt off his shoulders and with a swish it hit the floor. Sam watched her from hooded eyes. Jo stepped closer to him and looked up. I'm yours Samuel, to do with, as you wish. The room went dark for Sam, all he could see was Jo. He picked her up and walked to the bedroom. Jo lay on the bed as Sam lit a small candle in the corner. She never took her eyes off him.