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Chapter Eleven: No Place Like Home
I remember being terrified the first time I saw The Wizard of Oz. The cackle of the Wicked Witch's laugh rung in my ears and I begged my mother to stay in bed with me after I was carried away by flying monkeys in a nightmare. Laying there in the dark, she stroked her fingers through my hair and whispered, "There's no place like home, my love. You're safe here. You'll always be safe here."
I used to think she was right, that nothing could harm me in that house. And then I lost Daddy and being there alone made me feel uneasy. The Lazarus Demon isn't a flying monkey and he isn't a nightmare. Now that I know the horror that exists - that there really are things that go bump in the night - will home ever be the same again?
Sam comes around to the passenger side of the Jeep and opens the door. His eyebrows are knit with concern when he looks at me and I try to force a smile for him. Shaking away my wayward thoughts, I tangle my fingers in his shaggy hair and draw his mouth to mine.
It occurs to me that I've kissed Sam Winchester more in the last few days than I have any other man in my entire grown up thought makes me blush and his palm cups my cheek, our foreheads resting together. He smiles a smile so pure it makes me feel my mother's words.
"What?" he asks, his fingers rubbing my neck as we hold still there.
My eyes fix on his mouth and I steal a kiss that leaves us both breathless. Arms winding around his shoulders, I hold him as tears prick my eyelids. "It's nothing," I murmur, swallowing the lump of emotion caught in my throat. "I just..." I pause trying to find the words - the right ones, the ones that won't leave us both empty and wanting.
As though he can read my mind, Sam lifts his lips to the crown of my hair and tells me, "I'm not gone yet. We've still got a while before Dean and Jo get here."
Our fingers tangle together, his big hand engulfing mine. "Do you think..." I clear my throat embarrassed at the way I'm feeling. "Do you think maybe you could stay for supper? Spend the night here instead of some motel?"
He nods simply. "I'd like that."
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"Sam, stop!" I gasp for breath, squirming in his hold. His arms are around me, lips and teeth attacking me as his fingers move under my shirt. "That tickles!"
The flour I'm mixing into pie crust flies out of the dish with the fork I'm using and I abandon the dessert to chase the giant puppy of a man down the hall. The sound of his boots on the hardwood bring a kind of joy this old house hasn't seen in years back and I catch him at the stairs. Or rather he catches me.
I'm pulled into strong arms and my back hits the wall. Lips find mine in a deep kiss and our tongues tango as he works the buttons on my shirt. "I like cake, you know."
The words are almost a growl and his hands slide up my sides until he lifts me off the floor. "Mmm hmm," I mumble, nipping his lip and wrapping my legs around his waist. The roll of his hips is possessive and I shudder, shivering in his grip when he trails kisses up my chest to my throat. "And I wanna bribe..."
It's clear Sam doesn't want me to say his brother's name. I knew Sam's preference. I also knew if I had any hope of keeping them here tonight, I needed to appeal to Dean. What Sam doesn't know is there's a cake in the oven already. He was too busy pouring over an old book and talking to someone named Bobby.
My shirt gets stuck at the elbows and I yank his up. His skin burns like wildfire, branding me as we clumsily make our way up the stairs. What I see - what he's done for me - leaves me biting my thumbnail behind a grin.
The old claw foot tub is filled with bubbles. He strips me out of the rest of my clothes slowly, his lips trailing over newly exposed skin and his tongue dipping into more than just my navel in a velvet caress. My fingers card gently through his hair before I feel the tub against the back of my thighs and grip the edge of it for balance.
Splash. Two bodies, one naked and one nearly clothed fall into the water. It sloshes over onto the tile and I laugh as I swipe the bubbles from my face. Sam's own chuckle blends with mine until the noise fades into a heated kiss, the two of us struggling to get him out of his pants without letting go.
We're both keenly aware that what time we have left grows short even as desire for one another deepens and gets stronger. The right - and perhaps smart - thing would be not to touch each other anymore. To savor the fantasy and stop torturing ourselves. But I can't - won't - let a moment I could be with him pass by.
"Halley," he groans as my hand finally wraps around him. There really isn't room for two in the tub, but that doesn't seem to matter. His hand tightens in my hair and the way his tongue fills my mouth leaves me with a craving I know will be constant.
"Sam," I hush back breathlessly.
Suddenly, we're stretched out on the tile floor. He's over me and we're both soaking wet. I can feel his pants somewhere around our knees, the buckle of his belt digging into my shin until I manage to wrap my leg around his thigh.
He's as warm and supple above me as the tile is hard and cold at my back. This isn't rushed and it isn't hurried. It's lazy and thorough. Touching each other as though we want to memorize every line, freckle, scar the other has. Feeling because it could be the last time.
In my struggle for leverage, I knock some bottles from the edge of the tub and Sam overturns a little shelf trying to kick out of his boots. The clatter doesn't phase us. It's not a deterrent. He pillows my head with a towel and we move together naturally.
"This isn't what I planned," he whispers, his hand finding my cleft and fingers quickly testing my readiness with a groan.
"No?" I whimper questioning lay, my back arching from the floor. "Not... ah..." My eyes slam shut and I struggle to breathe, much less speak. He knows right where to touch me. "...trying to..." Our lips meet hungrily and I feel him, my body aching for his. "...seduce me?"
"Pretty sure," he answers holding eye contact, his arm curling over my head to protect me from his full weight. My mouth falls open at the first inch of him and he leans down to suck on my lip. "You seduced me."
I want to object - to tell him I don't have that kind of power - but the rock of his hips and the way he says my name over and over makes me feel like a goddess. So instead, I cling to him. I hold him and move with him, feeling him push me closer and closer to peak.
"Sam?" I freeze when I hear it and Sam reads it as something else. He adjusts, sliding his hand up my thigh and driving deeper until I almost forget. "Hey, Sammy? You here?"
My lover moans, his grip nearly bruising until the voice registers. Only it doesn't happen soon enough and we're both left staring up into green eyes and a huge smirk. Caught in the act.
"Dammit, Dean!" Sam yells at his brother, using his body to shield mine from view. "Don't you knock?"
Dean's eyebrows hit his hairline and he blinks a few times. "What the hell you think we've been doing for the last ten minutes?"
"Did you find them? I had to..." Jo at least has the decency to blush and cover her eyes when she appears behind the man standing in the doorway. "Whoa! No offense, Sam. That's a side of you I didn't need to see."
"Seriously?" Sam barks, swiping a hand over his face before mouthing 'I'm sorry' at me. He rubs his jaw. "Can you two give us a minute?"
"C'mon, you," Jo says, grabbing Dean by the collar.
The bathroom door closes and Sam's hand runs down my arm. He avoids eye contact until he realizes he's staring at a constellation of freckles just below my right breast. We're both blushing when our gazes meet. "Well, that was awkward."
Taking his hand, I slip my fingers between his and kiss his palm. "Doesn't have to be."
Sam rolls his eyes and we both laugh. "Okay," I say gravely with a nod. "So it's a little awkward. Guess we'll just have to make the best of it..."
Awkward. The tenderness of the moment - the heft of arousal still hanging in the air - destroyed by expected guests. I don't know what tomorrow will bring or if Sam and I will get to finish what we started later tonight. But I do know I'll make the best of the time I have left and hold the memories of him tucked safely inside my heart.
A/N: I hate that life gets in the way of writing... but I love that my muse woke me up at 4:30 demanding this be written. We're nearing the end. Many thanks to my loyal supporters who have stuck with me for the extended time it's taken to get here.