Updated 6/10/14 to include more sexy bits! Also to include a more mature plot, so there's always that.
Run: Matt Nathanson (feat. Jennifer Nettles and Kristian Bush)
The novelty of their relationship didn't wear off as they got closer. Sam told her everything he could, referring to his time spent on the road with Dean as a countrywide sightseeing venture. Aunt Alice was a fairly easy boss, and he hadn't seen Macy since that first day at the library. Isabel frankly refused to talk about her, only referring to the British girl as her childhood bully.
They'd been dating unofficially for nearly a month and a half, and although they hadn't talked about it, they were both nearly ready to make it official, to actually have the conversation. Isabel couldn't imagine not swinging by the library every afternoon to pick Sam up, not talking with him while they walked hand in hand around the subdivision, not going into his room in the middle of the night to sooth his nightmares, but most of all, she couldn't imagine not seeing the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention.
Of course that also caused him to slice into his hand while he was cutting an apple. "Damn it!" Sam yelled, dropping the small kitchen knife on the counter.
Isabel ran to him, but he had covered the injury with his other hand. "Sam, stop, let me look at it!" He moved his uninjured hand to the side, but blood was obscuring the wound. "That's really deep, Sam. You have some anger issues?" She asked, arching her eyebrows teasingly. He whined a little and she laughed at him.
"Isabel, please, this isn't funny. It hurts like crap!" His pain tolerance seemed to have lowered from before. He'd been keeping in shape, but without getting banged around and sliced all the time, his brain seemed to have forgotten what pain felt like.
Isabel laughed again, raising his hand so it was almost above his head, "It's deep, you're going to need stitches."
Sam cursed, "I can't go to a hospital, Isabel."
She was almost used to his avoidance of hospitals by now, but it still amused her to no end to see the giant man get so anxious about it. Everyone was afraid of something, and if Sam was afraid of hospitals, so be it. It didn't change the fact that she felt herself fall more and more for him everyday.
"Don't worry, my mother's an ER nurse. While I was in high school she made me work part-time at the hospital during the summers. The other nurses said I was a natural. Something about a soothing nature."
"I can see that." Sam whispered.
"I can stitch myself up one hell of a wound." Isabel assured him, going to her bathroom to retrieve the suture kit her mother had made sure she had. Bet Veronica Hastings had never imagine that Isabel would be stitching up a man in her kitchen.
"Awesome." Sam muttered and watched Isabel cautiously as she put the plastic container on her countertop.
"You're dripping blood everywhere." She said, looking him over, "Take your shirt off." She ordered, waving her hands at him.
Sam balked, "What?"
"You're getting blood on your shirt. If you get too much more on it, I won't be able to get it out in the wash. Now, off!" Isabel said, tapping her foot, the disinfectant in her hand.
Using his uninjured hand, Sam pulled his button down shirt off his body, lifting it over his bleeding limb. "You just want to see me without my shirt, don't you?" He said, smiling at her.
Isabel giggled and shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. Scoot towards the sink so I can clean your hand right."
Sam obeyed but shook his head at her. This was only the second time he'd been shirtless around her intentionally. The first had been when she'd taken him to the neighborhood pool to meet all of the neighbors. She'd kept her open fronted coverup on the entire time, but had insisted that Sam take his T-shirt off.
She had noticed almost immediately that the tattoo on his chest matched the one on her ankle. When she had asked him what it meant, Sam had told her the truth...sort of. So now she was under the assumption that the tattoo was an ancient symbol of protection. Sam just left out the 'against demons' part, not to mention about it being very functional.
Sam clenched his jaw when she poured the disinfectant into the cut. He must have made some noise because she flinched and muttered, "Sorry!"
"It's...okay." He said through his teeth when she stopped to let the liquid work, going back to her plastic box.
Isabel smiled at him easily, threading the needle, "You know, you're the best patient I've ever had. I'm impressed. I would have thought the 'F'word would have been every other word out of your mouth with a cut like this."
"I've had worse."
Her blue eyes darkened and she traced over one of the bullet hole scars on his chest, "I noticed. Still, I'm impressed. Just keep holding still and it'll be done in just a few minutes."
"Got it doc." Sam said, kissing her cheek, "What ever you say."
Isabel planted one on his lips, "Don't you forget it. But really, hold still. I don't exactly do this everyday." That was so not what Sam had wanted to her to say, but she was much quicker than Dean had ever been, not to mention neater. "If you're lucky, it won't scar."
"Awesome." Sam said sarcastically as she wrapped his hand with gauze. Isabel finished cutting his apple, which, unlike his shirt, had remained bloodless, and helped him eat it.
He followed her back into the kitchen as she was cleaning up from their dinner and threw the apple core in the trash, "What are we going to do tonight? I think Law & Order is on."
"Isabel, Law & Order is always on. But I don't mind, whatever you want to do."
"Whatever I want?" Isabel kissed the tattoo on his chest, "You know, I never thought I'd find tattoos sexy." She whispered.
Sam shook his head, "You are nuts."
She settled herself between his thighs, running her fingers over his muscled chest. "That is quite possibly the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day."
"That's sad." Sam said, pulling his good hand through her blond hair. "You are so beautiful."
She grinned, "You're not too bad to look at yourself you know."
He shrugged, "I do, but only because you keep reminding me." He switched their positions so fast she had to take a few seconds to realize that she had landed on the countertop.
"Sam, I hate it when you do that!" She growled, "How can you move so fast? You're the one driving me nuts!"
"You love it though, don't you?" Sam said, the feel of her against his body fueling his cocky smile.
She kissed him, long and slow, whispering above his lips, "Yeah, and I love you too."
Sam jerked her forward off the counter and she wrapped her legs obediently around his waist, "How about we take this somewhere else?" Without letting her answer, Sam crushed his lips to hers and carried her quickly up the stairs.
He fumbled with the handle on his door, but got through it quickly. Isabel gasped when her body dropped onto his bed. She clung to his broad shoulders, arching into him when he started to unbutton her shirt. Once it was off, he started to run his hands up her sides, "I never thought I'd feel like this again."
Isabel's smile was one of pure understanding, even underneath cheeks that were flushed with arousal, "I'm glad you got to feel it with me. There's nothing I want more right now than you."
Sam took her words as an invitation to begin ravishing her body. Having her heaving for air under him drew on the part of his mind that would always crave demon time with Ruby came to mind, the nights they had spent together, but he pushed the images away, only choosing to remember the ideas. Sex with Ruby had been a fight for dominance, but Sam knew that sex with Isabel would be different.
She would let him win.
He kissed her lips and moved down from there, paying special attention to the smooth, pale valley between her breasts, his hand resting between her legs, "Where do you want me next, Isabel?" He said, his voice dark.
Isabel moaned and buried her hands in his hair, "Unh..."
"That's not an appropriate response, baby girl." He growled, nipping at her skin, his teeth grazing just hard enough to draw her away from the pleasure in order to get an appropriate response.
"Sam!" She cried out when he pressed his hand against her clothed core.
"Yes, Isabel? Tell me, where do you want me? What do you want me to do?" He cupped her breasts, "Do you want me to put these in my mouth? Do you want me to suck on them?" She groaned and rubbed herself against his knee. "I think you do, but you have to say it pretty girl."
"Please!" She shrieked, "Please, yes! I want...you to...suck on my nipples." She admitted, her face flushed.
"Good girl." Sam cooed, undoing her bra with his uninjured hand, "Let me give you what you want then. That sound good?"
She nodded quickly, unable to form words after his lips descended on her right nipple, working it into a hard peak before moving to the left. Once he was done with her breasts, he moved farther down, teasing the soft skin above her waistband.
When he reached for the button on her jeans, Isabel froze. Things between them hadn't ever gotten so heated before, so close to going all the way, and Isabel was suddenly very aware that things could go no further. Their timing was crappy. "Sam. Sam! Stop!"
"What?" He asked breathlessly, worried that he had in some way hurt her, but too anxious to see the rest of her to stop undoing her pants.
Isabel put her hands on top of his to still them, "Baby, stop, we can't do this."
Rejection slapped Sam in the face and he staggered back, looking like she's punched him, "Why? I thought you wanted me."
Isabel rubbed her face in distress, "I do, but...God this is embarrassing...it's that time of the month." There was no response on Sam's face, no indication that he'd heard what she had said. "Sam, really, it's not you. I just know that it's usually a mood killer when..."
"It's okay." Sam said, cutting her off before sitting next to her on the rumpled sheets and pulling her naked torso to his, "I understand." He laid them back and started tracing circles on her back with his fingers, "Thank's for warning me. I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier."
Isabel sighed, immensely relieved that he wasn't getting angry. "It's not exactly something most women advertise. But...I guess I should have stopped you sooner."
Sam smiled cockily, "You were a little distracted."
"I know!" She whined, "Good grief, you had me reduced to acting like some sort of slutty virgin! And our pants weren't even off! What kind of guy can do something like that?"
He laughed, and Isabel loved the sound of it with her ear against him. "Yeah, I told you, I'm not your average guy."
"Well if that is one of your non-average guy things, we're going to be just fine." Isabel said, pulling away from him, "I'm going to go take care of some...stuff. You want anything while I'm downstairs feeding Ion?"
Sam marveled at the domesticity, "Nah, I'm fine. I think I'll take a shower though." He said, standing up, straightening his pants in a manner he hoped wasn't too obvious.
Isabel bit her lip and looked at the bulge in the front of his pants, "You don't have to take care of that yourself. Just because I'm partially off limits doesn't mean you are too."
If anything could have made Sam any harder, it was those words with the innocent look on Isabel's face. Oh yeah, she was definitely not that innocent, and that only made her that much more compelling. They were going to be spending a lot of time in his bedroom now.
She edged towards him on her hands and knees, a wide smile on her face, "Lay down, Sam."
"So now you're the bossy one?" He mocked as he sat next to her on the bed. "What happened with getting Ion food?"
Isabel kissed him like she was trying to consume him, "Well, you're horny. He won't starve if he gets fed late. Just let me take care of you for now."
"Isabel, you don't have to, really. I'm used..." Isabel crushed her lips to his, stifling his objection.
When she pulled back, Sam just stared at her. "I wasn't offering, Sam, I'm demanding."
He laughed breathlessly, "Then by all means, don't let me stop you."
Isabel grinned, "Hadn't planned on it." He watched her every move as she unbuttoned his pants. After an agonizing minute of her teasing him, she stopped with her lips inches from the head of his cock. Her blue eyes were ernest, "Show me what to do, Sam."
Far more aroused by her words, Sam cupped her cheek in his non-injured hand and moved her towards his cock, "I think you know what to do. Suck, Isabel."
And she did. Sam's eyes were rolled back in his head the instant her lips closed on him. She was by no means a pro, but her little kitten licks coupled with the way she kept the fingers of her left hand entwined with his, had him spilling over the edge far sooner than he would have liked.
Isabel crawled up his body to lay next to him, her bare chest pressed against his as he tried to catch his breath. Sam pushed some of her hair out of her face, "You didn't have to do that."
Isabel smiled, licking a bit of his come from the corner of her mouth, "I know." Sam squeezed her to him in a sudden movement, causing her to give a little startled squeak before she settled in, her head on his chest. "You know something, Sam?" He grunted, reaching to turn off the light. Isabel continued, "I am sorry we couldn't go all the way." She laughed a little, stretching of so her lips were at his ear in the darkness, "I've never wanted to before." Sam stilled completely, and Isabel laughed again, "I'm a virgin, Sam."
Sam was hard instantly, but couldn't help but think how terrible that made him. Running his fingers through her hair, he imagined all of the debauched things he wanted to do with her, to her. Tonight, she'd proved exactly what he'd innately assumed. Wether she knew it or not, she was submissive, and he couldn't possibly want to exploit that submissiveness if he wanted to. He didn't just want to exploit her though, he wanted to take care of her. Isabel fell asleep to his warm hands on her bare back while he dreamed about taking what she'd never given anyone else.
When she dozed off, Isabel was nestled against Sam's long body, but, regardless of her physical contentment, the nightmares that had been haunting her for weeks returned.
It was always the same dream: she was running for her life down a stereotypical dark alley. There was a man in front of her, one with a chiseled face she found insatiably attractive, but he was running from the same thing she was, a thing she had never laid her dream-eyes on. He would jump up and grab onto a fire-escape, pulling himself to safety, but he was never able to pull her up to safety with him. Unseen claws would drag against her legs as the man fought to save her, but every night, Isabel would wake panting, her chest feeling like it had been ripped open.
She was getting pretty used to going through her day with very little sleep. Waking curled on top of Sam had a sort of calming effect on her, but she still found getting back to sleep elusive. So she extracted herself from the heavy arm that he had draped over her hips protectively, grabbed her silk robe, and went downstairs.
Isabel was cooking breakfast when Sam came downstairs the next morning, "You want help?" He asked, watching her fight with the bacon in the pan.
She shook her head, "No, no, I've got it. If a caveman learned how to cook over fire, I can do it."
Sam just shook his head, Isabel could make food really well as long as there wasn't more heat involved than boiling pasta. "Okay, just let me know if you need my help."
"I won't!" She said confidently.
"I hope not." He said softly. Five minutes later however, she was yelling, and Sam was trying to put out a small kitchen fire.
She shook her head when he had stifled the little flames. "I'm glad you were here, or I might have burned the house down."
"Not a problem." He was only wearing his boxers, giving Isabel a full view of his back side in the light.
"I've been meaning to ask why you got this tattoo." She whispered, tracing the one that rested just above the waistline of his low riding boxers.
"What?" Sam said, unaware he had more than one tattoo.
"This one here, it says 'Hope' in the same language as mine." She said.
Sam didn't know what to say. He knew that some of the symbols on her shoulder were Enochian, and how she could read it was nearly as alarming as learning that he had one too. It was too weird to just be a coincidence, and if she was 'Love' and he was 'Hope', then who was 'Faith'
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-Jenn
Run: Matt Nathanson (feat. Jennifer Nettles and Kristian Bush)
"I wanna watch you undress
I wanna watch you glow
Let your hair down
All around, cover us both
You come in a wave
We crash and we roll
You surround me, pull me, drown me, swallow me whole
You turn, turn, turn, turning me on
Like a slow fire burn
Know that it's wrong
Still I run, run, run, run right into you
Yeah, I run, run, run, run right into you
You pull me in close
You buckle my knees
I shake and I shiver just to feel you breathe
You trace my lines
(You trace your lines)
Stirring my soul
Shoot sparks at the heart of the world and I watch it explode (I watch you, I watch you)"