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The silence in the room is comforting to say the least. Usually when he's stuck with Dean and Lizzy he's interrupted by Dean's nervous ticks (pen clicking, pencil chewing, foot tapping…) and Lizzy's earbuds playing music too loud. Rina did her thing quietly, no ticks and no music. She was diligent, working hard and pausing only to stretch her neck or arms. As she does just that, leaning her head slowly from side to side, Sam's overcome with the sudden urge to run his tongue along her smooth, tanned skin just below her ear. He remembers specifically that she enjoyed that. He also remembers her skin there smelling so good, like coconut.

She sighs and looks up at him across the table, Sam quickly looking away so that she wouldn't catch him leering at her. "My butt is asleep."

"I'm sorry," Sam apologizes with a smile at her randomly aired thought.

"Not your fault," she laughs a little. "I just think I need to relocate for a little while."

"Uh, you can sit on my bed," Sam offers, getting up quickly and walking to it, fixing the comforter so it's smoothed out. Normally they weren't bed makers so he never bothered today. He should have bothered today.

"Thanks. I will," Rina tells him as she stands and gathers her things. Once she has her book, papers, and all other needed items in her arms, she turns sharply to head to more comforting quarters. When she does she walks right into Sam on his way back to the table to help her. The collision causes her to drop everything on the carpet below.

"Shit. Sorry," Sam apologizes instantly as he crouches to the floor to pick everything up.

"It's fine," she smiles as she also bends down and helps gather everything. "Generally in life I'm a klutz so this is pretty par for the course."

Huffing a quick laugh, Sam grabs what he can and stands back up, Rina right behind him. He hands over her things.

"Thanks," she looks up at him with a warm smile as she locks eyes with him.

"No problem," he returns quietly while staring right back at her. He missed her a lot and if he'd been looking for an opening this would be it. She grins coyly while biting her bottom lip and Sam figures fuck it. Dean told him to take the opportunity if it presented itself and here it is.

Ducking down to kiss her, Rina moving closer to meet him, they both freeze mid-move in when they unexpectedly hear it. Lizzy's voice comes clear through the cheap thin walls in a moan of what can only be sheer pleasure.

"You've got to be kidding me," Sam says in a completely exasperated tone as he backs away, moment ruined.

Rina, on the other hand, bust out a quick laugh as she covers over her mouth immediately. To her the whole moment was just hilarious. The perfect timing, the shocking realization of what Dean and Lizzy are up to even while facing the trial that they are, Sam's utter disappointment and frustration… it's all too much.

"Fucking animals, I swear," Sam complains as he hears Lizzy's voice some more. He then looks over at Rina doing her best to not laugh right as she fails miserably.

"Sorry!" she says as she gives up and giggles out loud. "Oh my God, they really are too much!"

Sam huffs a quick breath before finding the humor in the situation also. He cracks a lopsided smile while watching Rina fall into further laughter. He finally joins her a little before walking to turn on the TV.

"Ok, so it might be a little funny but I am not listening to that," Sam explains as he point to the adjoining wall.

"I certainly can't blame you." Rina drops her things on the bed farthest from the front door and begins to sort through them, setting herself up to continue her work.

"Now I feel bad you came all this way," he explains, turning the volume up just enough before grabbing his own work from the table.

"Why?"

"Dean's clearly not as concerned as he should be about his current, uh, situation." He moves to Dean and Lizzy's old bed and copies Rina's idea to get more comfortable. "You drove nonstop for hours on end to help and he goes off to get drunk and fool around. Seems unfair of him." Sam really is quite embarrassed by Dean's behavior.

"It's fine, Sam," Rina assures. "We have work to do before I can even attempt to help him and I get the distinct feeling that he isn't much of a, say, written work kind of guy."

"Nail on the head," Sam smiles to her, letting her know how spot on she is. He takes a seat sitting against the headboard of the other bed and starts to reorganize himself.

"And I can't imagine the horror story that this has been for him," Rina adds on after trying to put herself in Dean's shoes. "I think he deserves some time to enjoy himself and hopefully not have his anxiety rule his being for a just a few minutes."

"You know, you're really ruining being pissed at Dean for me right know," Sam informs her with a smile.

"Well, I think he earned himself a pass."

"You're right, he has," Sam nods while picking up his pen to get back to translating. "Are you always right like this?"

"Usually," she giggles a little and they both keep up their work, hoping to keep the neighbors drowned out by the steady stream of shitty infomercials on TV.

"Good?" Lizzy asks as Dean's hands cup her face post her first female orgasm.

"I…" she then pauses, staring Lizzy in the eye for a quick second. "Um, yeah."

"Sounded like it was good," Lizzy smirks right back, lowering herself until her body is flush against Dean's. "Guess I learned from the best, huh?"

Dean just huffs a small laugh and circles her arms around Lizzy's shoulders, hugging her in thanks.

"Mm, baby," Lizzy says, her lips slowly kissing Dean once. "You taste so fucking good."

Dean simply groans from deep within her throat at the statement.

"You do," she repeats, kissing Dean again and letting her tongue slide over hers. "You're sweet."

"And you're awesome."

"Thank you," Lizzy grins. "So… was it different?"

"Yeah," Dean answers without thought. "Not totally but it had its differences."

"Like?"

"Um, it was more… emotional," Dean tries to explain. "And way more internal. Just… it was like… everywhere. And it lasted longer. Usually it's there and gone, boom. Not this time. That was nuts."

"Sounds about right," Lizzy smiles to her. "So, you want to do it again?" She raises her eyebrows mischievously.

"Already?" Dean questions out of habit, used to needing some recharge time.

"Ah, yeah. Dude, you're a girl," Lizzy reminds. "There is no lag time. You can go in for seconds, thirds, fourths without any breaks."

Dean thinks it over for a second. "Ok, that's pretty fucking awesome."

"Hell yeah," Lizzy says lowly while licking across Deans still pouty and perfect lips before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. "Fuck," Lizzy shakers her head with a grin and lets one of her hands drift down Dean's smooth side. "You really are just…" Lizzy doesn't finish her thought as she gazes at the gorgeous face of the woman under her. "God damn, you still turn me on so much."

Not answering, Dean pulls her down into another very heated, still needy kiss.

"Ooh, and the best part is…" she kisses her again. "That was just the beginning."

"What'd you mean?" Dean questions, kissing Lizzy's jaw and neck.

"Oh, Hot Shot," Lizzy says breathily as the mouth on her skin makes her weak. "There's so much more."

"More?" she asks against her skin, not seeing how there could be much more. That was already insane.

"Yes… oh, yes," Lizzy smiles wide and climbs off of the bed suddenly. She practically skips to her bag by the door and rummages through it. "There's more to getting off as a woman than just the tongue."

Heart starting to pound, Dean's old worry and uncertainty returns. What is she up to?

"L, that was more than good."

"And so is this," Lizzy stands up and faces Dean, her vibrator in her hand.

Not a word, Dean freezes with sudden panic.

"Relax, Dean," Lizzy soothes immediately when she sees how tense Dean is. "This is going to be amazing. I promise."

"L." That's all Dean needed to say to convey to Lizzy her seriously scary worry.

"Oh, come on," she kneels before Dean and holds up the sex toy, only a few inches long and curved at the end. "It's tiny. This is nothing. And if you thought that was good, just wait until we find your g-spot." She runs a light hand between Dean's legs with anticipation as the wide eyed woman sits by with cautious elation. "I really hope they don't need us up too early tomorrow. I seriously want to play with you all night."