As promised, the next chapter! (I posted one yesterday, in case you didn't notice it).
It may not seem like it, but I have a method to my madness; I've been planning this chapter since I started this fic. I have this planned through season 7. In case you lost track, I'm currently writing in season 3.
*mischievous snickering*
~Christianne
Omniscient POV
Sam was researching how to actually use African dream root in the motel room. Dean was out at a bar, and Nikki was somewhere on the other side of Portland at some shop.
Someone knocked on the door. Sighing, Sam got up and leaned close to the door.
"It's me genius!" Nikki half-yelled. "I forgot my key!"
Looking back at the desk, Sam saw her key on it. He opened the door, and quickly caught the clear jar she tossed at him. She grinned as she walked into the room. "I'm the best." She said simply.
"You got it," Sam said chuckling, looking at the dried roots in the jar.
"Did you ever doubt me?" Nikki asked, kicking off her Converse and peeling off her blue and purple polka dot socks.
Putting the jar down, Sam chuckled once. "No, not really."
Nikki groaned and rubbed her eyes. "Oh my God…What time is it?"
"Little after midnight." Sam told her, leaning on the back of his chair. "I thought you said if you got done at the shop after eleven you were going to get a room on the other side of town, since it's a 45 minute drive."
"Yeah," Nikki admitted, standing up and slowly walking towards Sam. She was up on her toes as she walked, and it made her hips swivel a bit more than they usually did. "But then then you said Dean was gonna be gone." She reached up and started unbuttoning her cargo jacket.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Sam asked, turning briefly to check his phone. When he looked back, Nikki's jacket was completely undone. She'd left wearing a t-shirt with a peeling CJ's logo on the front. As she slid the canvas jacket from her shoulders, Sam's eyes were stuck on her upper torso.
The t-shirt was gone, and all she had on top was a dark teal, lacy lingerie. Her bust was covered with a darker bra, held there by small straps that went over her shoulders. Nikki wasn't vocally proud of a whole lot, but her skin was one of them. It was a clear olive tone that was just tan enough to stand out and mix perfectly with the teal. Her torso was covered in lace, her tanned tummy showing through the teddy.
"N-Nikki," Sam said lowly. Leaning back and grabbing the back of the desk chair with a white knuckle grip.
"Dean's not gonna be here all night," Nikki said as she took another step towards Sam. Every time she inhaled, her chest seemed to heave and fight against the silk and lace.
"You and I both know that if he's not back by midnight, he's not comin' back till noon." Her voice was getting lower and quieter with every step she took closer to Sam. Nikki, not taking her eyes off Sam, reached down and undid the button and zipper of her jeans.
Sam inhaled sharply, his hands tightening on the chair to the point he thought he'd snap the cheap wood. As hard as he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes away from what her jeans revealed. The little bow on the front of the matching teal panties seemed to tease him. It was white, contrasting with the dark teal. Curious, Sam looked back up at her bust, and saw an identical bow between her breasts; he'd been too busy looking at what the bow was between to notice it earlier.
Nikki hooked her thumbs in the waist of her jeans and pushed them down as far as her hands would allow while still holding them, which was just past her butt. She kicked one foot up and spun around, allowing Sam to see her back; the teddy had a row of at least 15 small, round, shiny pearl buttons down her back. They both entranced Sam with how they followed the curve of Nikki's spine, and irritated him—he did not want to undo all of them, it'd take way too long.
Since he'd been so entranced by her spinning, Sam didn't notice she practically closed the distance between them completely. With every breath Sam or Nikki took, their chest's touched.
Nikki looked up at Sam through her long, thick, dark eyelashes and gave him a coy smile. "I can't stop thinking about you," she breathed, slowly taking her jeans off. She raised each of her knees to pull the off, brushing Sam's inner thighs.
"Nikki-" Sam was cut off when Nikki boldly reached forward and tucked her fingers down the front of his jeans, her thumb over the zipper. He let out a little choking sound, and desperately tried to look anywhere but Nikki. He wasn't sure why; she was the best thing he'd seen in months.
She giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder, sending a few of the soft curls in Sam's face. He jumped when her other hand roughly threaded through his shaggy hair and yanked his face towards hers. She pressed a searing kiss to his mouth while the hand on his pants tugged his lower body towards her. When Nikki pulled back, Sam's eyes had fallen shut.
Moving so she was breathing in his ear, she spoke. "Stop pretending you don't want this too." Nikki breathed. Sam inhaled sharply, his jaw clenched in resolve but it all went out the window when Nik pinched the waistband of Sam's boxer briefs and let it snap back on his skin.
One hand attached to her hip, the other went to her hair. He grabbed a fist full of the curls on the back of Nikki's head and yanked her head to the side before slamming a kiss down on her. Nikki groaned, and jumped up a little to hitch her leg over his hip.
They were on the bed in no time.
"Sam," Nikki groaned, yanking on his hair, which only spurred him on. He brought his hands up from where they had been, and grabbed the lace material of her teddy and pulled.
Finally, Sam pulled hard enough to rip the buttons.
"Sam!" Nikki yelped sharply. Sam sat back on his knees, one on either side of Nikki's thighs, yanking the teddy with him. He examined it for a second, his eyes zeroing in on the jagged line on the top of the teddy. He didn't rip the bra off, just the lace covering her torso. He threw it over his shoulder, and looked down at Nikki. She was propped up on her elbows, staring at him through her lashes. The look in his eye must have been positively predatory, because when he leaned forward, she leaned back.
She reached up to his collar and played with it briefly. "It's only fair," she said cryptically, grabbing his collar. Nikki yanked her hands in two different directions, sending buttons flying and exposing Sam's bare chest.
"Oh thank God you're not wearing a t-shirt under that," she growled before grabbing the back of his head with one hand, the nimble fingers of her other hand traced down his chest. She jerked her head back when one of Sam's hand splayed out over her bare stomach, and the other hand went to her—well, not her stomach.
"Sam!" Nikki moaned again, locking an arm around his neck, while her other hand grabbed at his jean-covered-crotch. One of Sam's hands moved to cover one of her cloth-covered breasts.
"Saa-aam." She moaned into his neck.
One of his hands snaked around her waist. The other stayed put, and made Nikki's head loll back while groaning his name.
With one hand occupied, the other holding her still (and trying to unclasp her bra), Sam attached his lips to her neck. "Oh my God—Sam!" She moaned again, and began chanting his name with every suck, lick and nip he ravaged her neck with. "Sam-Sam-Sam-Sam-Oh Sam!" She almost screamed his name when he started rocking his hips in time with his assault on her neck.
"Sam!" She screamed a little too loud when he bit a little too hard on her pulse point.
Before he could leisurely trail his tongue over it to sooth the sting, he jerked awake.
Someone had smacked his shoulder.
"Sam!" Dean yelled behind him, sitting back in the chair. "Sam! Wake up!"
Sam blinked a few times, and quickly wiped the drool off his face.
Dean laughed from the chair behind him. "Dude, you were out." He laughed. "And making some serious happy noises.
"Hey, who were you dreaming about?" Dean asked curiously.
Sam wiped under his mouth again, and found himself touching the buttons on his shirt to make sure they were still there. "What?" He asked in a defensive, short tone. "No one. Nothing."
"C'mon, you can tell me." Dean pressed, grinning at his brother's flustered embarrassment. "Angelina Jolie?"
"No." Sam insisted, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Brad Pitt?" Was Dean's next guess.
"No!" Sam said shortly, spinning around. "No." He said again.
"C'mon man, it-it doesn't matter." Sam insisted again.
"Whatever." Dean said dismissively.
"Whatever." Sam repeated.
"Nikki called." Dean said, making Sam straighten his shoulders a little and clench his jaw. "She said she was gonna whup my ass with some Wiccan crap 'cause I called Bela too."
His face twitched a little, memories of said Wiccan flashing in his mind; the way her lean legs twisted and moved, topped by the dark teal panties that seemed to give her skin an almost caramel tone. How her lips were so damn soft, and didn't seem to follow his lead or submit; they did whatever the hell they wanted and Sam was fine with that. Sam knew that button downs were not an easy thing to rip, and she did it with such ease. How her nimble fingers felt over the contours of his chest, the way it felt when she was panting her warm breath on his neck, how, at one point, she actually smacked his ass—
Sam had to discreetly adjust himself. It was then he realized he should say something. "Nikki? Yeah?" He asked, his voice pitching slightly.
"So, uh, w-what'd she, you know, say?" He asked, trying his best to sound casual; and failing. "She-She, uh, she get the stuff from the…the-th-the, uh, place?"
"You even have to ask?" Dean asked, chuckling once. "Course she did. Which is a good thing, because Bela told us to stick it."
"I've been trying to decipher the doc's notes." Dean kept talking. Sam didn't know it his brother didn't notice his uneasy, twitchy behavior, or if he was just ignoring it. "Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do."
Sam was looking at the wall in front of him, trying to control himself; he couldn't be thinking about Nikki's butt, hips, boobs, neck, other parts of her or what her face looked like when she moaned his name when he was needed on a case. It was harder than he thought it'd be, considering he'd never noticed how much more fun it was to look at Nikki's butt, hips, boobs and neck than research.
"You gonna come help me with this stuff?" Dean asked, snapping Sam out of his little daze.
All the thinking about not thinking about Nikki's butt, hips, boobs, neck, other parts of her and what her face looked like when she moaned his name got him thinking about Nikki's butt, hips, boobs, neck, other parts of her and what her face looked like when she moaned his name.
"Uh, yeah," Sam said, glancing down. "Just…give me a sec."
Before he could get to discreetly adjusting himself again, there was a knock at the door; when Dean got up, Sam took to opportunity to do it not so discreetly.
Leaning close to the door, Dean yelled "Who is it?"
"It's me, genius!" Nikki yelled through the door. "I forgot my key!"
Sam's eyes snapped to the desk. Just like his dream, the key was on the desk next to his laptop.
Dean unlocked the door, and Nikki tossed him a jar. "I'm the best." She said, grinning and kicking off her shoes. She left her blue and purple polka dot socks on.
"You got it?" Dean asked, surprised.
"Did you ever doubt me?" She asked, sitting on the bed as she began unbuttoning her cargo jacket.
"Hey Nikki," Sam blurted out in a strained voice. "How-How's it goin'?"
Nikki shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it on her bag. She put her hand on her hip, her pinky tapping on her gray t-shirt. "You're being weird." She said simply, then walked towards the mirror.
Sam stuttered for a second, then snorted. "Pshh. What? No. I-I'm not being weird."
"You're only proving my point." Nikki sighed, pulling her curly hair into a braid. After she tied it off at the end, it hung down her back, reminding Sam of the buttons.
Nikki spun around when there was another knock at the door. "You guys order room service without me?" She asked.
"Nope," Dean said, slowly opening the door. He rolled his eyes and let whoever knocked in.
"Bela, as I live and breathe." Dean said sarcastically.
"You called me, remember?" She said smoothly, waltzing into the room.
"I remember you turning me down." Dean retorted as Bela put her purse on the table.
"Well, I'm full of surprises," she said with a smile, handing Dean a small jar with only two or three dried roots in it. "I brought you're African dream root."
"Oh, you mean like this?" Nikki asked, holding up the pint sized Mason jar full of the same stuff.
Bela ignored her, and kept talking to Dean. "Nasty stuff. Not easy to come by. You owe me $600. Plus gas money."
Nikki snorted. "Please, I got eight times that for 25 bucks!" She leaned on the desk next to Sam. With her arms crossed, it raised the edge of her t-shirt just over her jeans; Sam could see a sliver of the smooth skin on her stomach. "What do you want?" She asked flatly.
"I had a change of h-"
"Bullshit." Nikki cut her off. "What do you want?"
"Dean said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" Bela asked, glancing at Dean. He nodded once, but other than that didn't move. "I'm did this for him, not you."
Nikki's brows raised up. "For Bobby." She clarified, unaware that Sam's gaze was stuck on the sliver of skin showing, and the curve of her ass against the desk. Oh, the things he could do with that ass and a desk.
"Why?" Dean asked.
Bela looked down briefly. "He saved my life once…In Flagstaff."
Nikki shared a look with Dean, then glanced at Sam expecting to get the same look. Instead, he looked embarrassed and flushed, but still managed to shrug.
"I screwed up and he saved me, ok? Are you satisfied?" She snapped, looking between Nikki and Dean.
"So, when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?" Bela asked, sounding a little too excited.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere." Dean said, throwing her jar onto the bed. "I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head."
"It's 2 am, where am I supposed to go?" Bela snapped at Dean.
"Get a room." He said with a fake smile. "Oh, they got Magic Fingers, a little 'Casa Erotica' on Pay-Per-View. You'll love it."
Bela stormed out, making Nikki snicker.
"Well boys," Nikki said, slapping her thighs as she stood up from the desk. "Ready to hop into Bobby's head?"