A/N: I'm ill and don't know what I'm doing. ENJOY!
Historical
"You know I knew Queen Elizabeth?"
Sam looked sceptical. "Seriously?"
Gabriel grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Seriously! I was there! Trust me, kiddo. She was no Virgin Queen when I was done with her."
"Oh my God," Sam laughed. "I can't believe you were having sex with Victorian queens. Are you trying to give me some sort of complex?"
Gabriel chuckled and pressed a hard kiss to Sam's temple.
Sam swatted a hand at Gabriel. "Hey, not so rough," he said and smirked affectionately.
"That's not what you said last night."
Sam snorted and grinned. "You are so lame."
Gabriel planted himself into his lap and kissed him again, this time on the cheek.
"Am not," he protested, and quickly parted Sam's lips gently with his tongue and proved to Sam just how not lame he was.
By the end of the night Sam still thought he was lame. But damn was he good at sex.