Like You Mean It
A/N: Sabriel fic. What happens to Gabriel and Sam's sex when Gabriel returns after a long absence? Fanfics, that's what. Rated T for language and slight smut.
Sam and Gabriel's relationship was not a new thing, by any means.
The two had had something going on for months before the Elysian Fields incident. It really wasn't surprising that Sam had been a little broken up.
It was also unsurprising that he had expected Gabriel to come back. Because, seriously? That's all the archangel did.
But, as time went by and there was no "surprise, kiddo, I'm alive!", Sam began to worry. Gabriel did a lot of crazy things, but he didn't keep Sam waiting.
And eventually, the short, candy-loving, Trickster/Archangel became less of a friend who was coming back, and more of a memory.
And then Gabriel had just shown up. Scared (and surprised) the Hell out of Sam. And the two had drifted right back into their same old pattern.
But Gabriel noticed some changes in Sam.
Sam had been affectionate before, but now he couldn't keep his hands off Gabriel. Not sexually (although there was some of that), but casual touches; hands held in diners, eyes glancing up while doing research to watch him carefully, hugs from behind. There was more snuggling, more hand holding, more gentle kisses, as if he's afraid Gabriel will disappear at any moment if he touches him to firmly. And since Gabriel missed him too and understands his fears, he doesn't comment or complain for a while.
Another big change is during sex.
Sam is rough. Sam likes it rough. Gabriel doesn't know why, and frankly he doesn't care. Gabriel doesn't mind being tossed around, so long as Sam was doing the tossing.
BUt Gabriel notices when he comes back, Sam is gentler, softer, less vocal. Gabriel could deal with less aggressive Sam, but quieter Sam was killing him. One of the highlights of their sex was listening to Sam moan and whimper and gasp. But now Sam was quiet, and damn it if it wasn't reflecting in Gabriel's libido.
They're having sex one night several months after Gabriel's return in a cheap, crappy motel room bed. Sam is gentle, hips moving slowly and smoothly, lips soft on Gabriel's. And Gabriel can't fucking stand it.
"Fuck me, Sammy," Gabriel commands suddenly, frustrated.
"What?"
"Fuck me like you mean it. Since I got back, you've been gentle and quiet, like you're afraid I'll disappear. Well, here I am, and here I'm staying. I'm not leaving you, now fuck me like you mean it," Gabriel growls. Sam blinks in surprise, then a small smile crosses his face. Gabriel smirks in reply.
"Just remember, you asked for it," Sam tells him.
When they collapse afterwards, exhausted, Gabriel's smirk is gone.
"That's what I was talking about."
"Holy shit, I missed that," Sam breathes.
"Tell me about it."
Sam glances at Gabriel, the archangel looking sexily debauched. Gabriel smiles slyly.
"Again?" Sam asks, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh, fuck yes."