[She looks up at him, and, for a change, her eyes aren't narrowed in practiced blase form. There's something entirely open about them. Almost innocent, in a way. But more than that, honest. Completely, stone-cold honest.]
It's not like it's a secret that knowing you has been the best thing to come out of my life away from home, Sam.
[ It might say more about him than about her that it still comes as a surprise. She knows what's going on with him, what he has to go back to, what he's still dealing with. Hell, his brother wants her out of his life for good, and that's one of the easier things to accept, not even counting the demons, angels, and apocalypse. ]
[She watches him for a second, biting her lips together, shaking her head with mild amusement. Total nimrod. But the affection she feels for him, however hard it is to understand, is strong. And she meant every word she said.]
[ That was his cue? And here he thought he'd made a big enough ass of himself. Luckily, kissing is something that Sam is fairly good at, even if accepting affection can be more difficult.
He closes the distance quickly, moving his lips gently against hers. ]
[If Sam can't accept her affection in the one way, she'll just switch over to the other. The nice thing about kissing is that her body always seems to know what to do. Maybe that's why it's easier for him too. No thinking required. No analysis. Just closeness.
She kisses him back, pressing her chest up against his.]
[ That's a big part of why it's easier. He second guesses himself a lot, worries, tries to avoid the worst outcomes by avoiding the situation all together.
But he likes the feeling of being close to her. His response is to grab her hips and hoist her up onto the sink, bringing her close to eye-level with him as he continues one kiss after another. ]
Of course, as far as she's concerned, everything is new.
She hooks one of her legs around his waist, resenting the distance between them from the simple shift up onto the sink. And her kissing gets a little more aggressive to drive that point home.]
[ He gladly pushes in against her, settling between her legs as the kiss quickly turns from soft to drinking from her mouth like a man lost in the desert. It may not be the right time, maybe there is no right time for them. Something is always happening. ]
No trace of a scar, although she does take a deeper than usual breath when he touches her side. Phantom pangs from being shot. She'll have to get over that one.
Arms free, she starts working on his shirt, kissing his lips, then moving to his cheek, his jaw, and then finding her way to his neck. A few innocent kisses, and then she's going to town, catching his skin between her teeth--albeit gently--for some nibbling.]
[ It doesn't matter if anything's changed or it's stayed the same, he wants to touch it all, to trace every inch with his finger tips, and that's exactly what he does. He's not sure if her fascination with his neck has anything to do with her vampiric heritage, but he only encourages it, craning his neck to the side as he works to remove her bottoms. ]
[It would probably disturb Fatima to connect the dots between her Cainite blood and her obsession with giving Sam hickeys. Fortunately, she's not there right now. She's too busy squirming on the sink to try to help Sam with her skirt. A little awkward, but this is supposed to be hot, right? At least, that's what a decade worth of romantic movies seems to imply.]
[ He really couldn't care less about appearances right then, he just wants her. He pulls it off with her underwear, stepping away just long enough to toss the skirt and undergarment to the side before sliding back between her legs. Sam grabs her ass, stealing a deep kiss while he can. ]
[ He rolls his shoulders, helping her remove it and enjoying the feeling of having skin on skin contact with her again. He pulls her close, pulling on her bottom lip before he hisses, ]
[And that's what it was. She could kill herself for being so careless, but she's not sure what's making her angrier right now, the sheer stupidity of forgetting or the fact that he doesn't have one.]
Fatima's always been a halfway decent student, but she can't say she's ever enjoyed learning new things quite as much as she does with Sam. The buzzing in her head stops. Everything stops. At least for a little while.
She doesn't even realize that she's panting and breathless until she catches herself swaying on the edge of the sink.]
[ Sam enjoys doing this, especially hearing her reactions. He wants her to feel good, it makes him feel good and damn if she deserves a bit of a break. It's not until he hears and tastes her ride out her climax that Sam pulls away, placing a few kisses along her inner thigh. ]
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It's not like it's a secret that knowing you has been the best thing to come out of my life away from home, Sam.
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...I'm not sure I deserve that.
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Sam...I say this with respect, both as a fellow hunter, as your friend, and as your...special friend.
[She touches his jaw with her fingertips.]
Don't be such a drama queen.
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Yeah.
WELL.
Sometimes he can be a bit overdramatic with self-loathing, he gets it. He manages a small huff. ]
Sorry.
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This is the part where you kiss me, Sam.
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[ That was his cue? And here he thought he'd made a big enough ass of himself. Luckily, kissing is something that Sam is fairly good at, even if accepting affection can be more difficult.
He closes the distance quickly, moving his lips gently against hers. ]
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She kisses him back, pressing her chest up against his.]
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But he likes the feeling of being close to her. His response is to grab her hips and hoist her up onto the sink, bringing her close to eye-level with him as he continues one kiss after another. ]
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Of course, as far as she's concerned, everything is new.
She hooks one of her legs around his waist, resenting the distance between them from the simple shift up onto the sink. And her kissing gets a little more aggressive to drive that point home.]
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I don't care if it's weird timing, I want you so much right now.
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You've got me.
[ He bites at her lips, grabbing at the fabric on her back and pulling it up so he can get to her skin. ]
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She raises her arms, humming into the kiss, biting him right back and thinking about going for his neck next.]
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No trace of a scar, although she does take a deeper than usual breath when he touches her side. Phantom pangs from being shot. She'll have to get over that one.
Arms free, she starts working on his shirt, kissing his lips, then moving to his cheek, his jaw, and then finding her way to his neck. A few innocent kisses, and then she's going to town, catching his skin between her teeth--albeit gently--for some nibbling.]
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There's something humming in the back of her mind, something...
Can't be that important. Not as important as this.]
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No condom.
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Fuck.
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Let me...
[ Much lower. ]
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[Oh.
Oh.
Fatima's always been a halfway decent student, but she can't say she's ever enjoyed learning new things quite as much as she does with Sam. The buzzing in her head stops. Everything stops. At least for a little while.
She doesn't even realize that she's panting and breathless until she catches herself swaying on the edge of the sink.]
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That...that was a thing.
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