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[ She's right, it isn't. Every time she has brought it up he's been able to avoid committing to anything and the truth of the matter is it's not exactly about his hair; it's about letting go of the past, which is something he tries to do, but doesn't necessarily want to. The future, the more he learns of it, is scary. There are some things that he just wants to cling to for a while longer.

It's a languid, but purposeful kiss. Not asking for much, but making sure to take care in each move of his lips. He moves his own hands up into her hair, pushing her head back slightly as the kiss intensifies, but doesn't hasten. He has to take his time to make a point. ]

[A snarl of hunger sneaks up through her body. She's still not used to the feeling. Doesn't want to be used to it. Because it's a wonderful surprise, a potent reminder that they're both still alive, still together, still...

Lots of things really.

She reaches back with one hand, pulling the rubberband out of her hair. The braid starts to unravel a bit. It's a shame to waste Cas' hard work, but she's not in a mind to mourn it all that much.

Oh. Cas. Right.

Her hand drifts to her pocket, were she put the...

...is that where this is going? Or is she being presumptive?]

[ Sam is all too happy to tangle his fingers into her hear, separating the strands with delicacy as he unweaves the braid and leaves her hair falling in waves on her back. He lets his fingers thread through upwards, holding her face close to his as he deepens the kiss, taking short breaths through his nose, but otherwise refusing to break contact. ]

[Wow. This is getting all kinds of intense.

She forgets her pocket for a moment, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, trying to match his intensity. Because it's really exciting. Her heart is thumping against his.]

[ If she still has any doubts in her mind how much he wants her, he hopes this helps assuage them. It's a good minute or more before he finally allows their lips to part, giving her bottom lip alone a few short kisses. His own breath has quickened a little, hot puffs of air falling across her lips.

He smooths his hand down her neck, to her back, underneath the curtain of hair. ]

You're beautiful.

[She hates it when he says things like that. She never knows how to respond. It's just...that Victorian sweetness again.]

I, uh...

[Shit, she can see herself going into defensive mode and she just doesn't know why.

She reaches for his wrist, pulling his hand between them, turning it over to examine his palm. That's definitely some of her foundation there.]

I think some of that "beauty" may have gotten all over you.

[ He gives an amused huff, letting her do what she will with his hands, but only spares them a glance. His forehead rests against hers, eyes searching her face. What she wears isn't his choice; however little or however much makeup she wants, as long as it makes her happy? Is fine with him. He figures the current change is in an attempt to hide the mark so many received recently, doubly not his place to comment. ]

I don't think so.

[ The tip of his nose touches her cheek, eyes searching for hers. ]

[She laughs a little, not entirely sure why. The whole conversation just feels kind of surreal.

Now all she can see are those eyes.

It's such a crime. That someone so beautiful always seems so sad.]

You're so sweet. You're always so sweet.

[ The mood has shifted, and probably for the best. It's something nicer to concentrate on, to forget the world and the fact that he's going to have to have a serious conversation with his brother soon. Just for the moment he can focus on her. It's a nice change.

There's a twitch of his lips as he moves his hands down to her hips. ]

Yeah?

[A small, sharp inhale. She likes his hands there.]

Yeah.

[And with that, Fatima goes for the neck. She nuzzles his skin for a moment, before kissing him, right where the shoulder meets the neck.]

[ It's the subtleties in her actions, small moments like this where he's not necessarily reminded of her vampiric nature, but is curious about it. After all, there's nothing particularly novel about his neck and he's never been with a girl who is so fascinated by it, but Sam also knows better than to comment. What matters is he trusts her, knows that Dean makes leaps in logic, and that he wants to keep this feeling.

He cranes his neck slightly, giving her room along the collar of his layered shirts and jacket. His own hands test the hem of her shirt, fingers sliding underneath and finding the first bit of bare skin that they can, but don't go any higher. ]

[Yeah, okay. Sam is a lousy communicator and he frustrates the hell out of Fatima, keeping her guessing. But she's feeling reasonably sure she can read that signal.

Although she continues to play her lips against the plane of his neck.

Her teeth graze his skin, and she nibbles gently. For a second, she pauses to say...]

Left pocket.

[...and then she starts to suck on his shoulder.]

[ Whatever her reasons for wanting to go at him, Sam really can't complain. His brows twitch as she brings teeth into it, but his own exploration pauses at her words.

Left pocket?

So he slides his right hand down, finding the pocket of her skirt and the small plastic package inside of it.

Oh.

Without warning, Sam leans down, kissing her cheek to her ear, his own teeth running along the cuff as his hands shove up the back of her shirt. His thumb keeps the condom pressed against his palm, but he's eager to touch her, pull her close against him. ]

[For the first time since he came storming over, she did something right. Or at least that's how it feels, at the moment. She has to stop sucking on his neck because she can't help but smile a little smugly. With her face buried in his skin so he can't see it, of course.]

[ He needs this, he needs her, and he wants her to know it. He doesn't want to waste time, knowing their last intimate encounter got them close, but not close enough, not fully.

Sam grabs the fabric of her shirt, attempting to remove it entirely. ]

[She pulls away, raising her arms to help peel off the shirt. As it happens, she was wearing her blue push-up bra today, which has a nice effect, all things considered.

Or maybe it just makes her look a little too much like Princess Jasmine.

Who knows?

Who cares?

She starts to slide her hands under his many layers of shirt.]

[ A very nice effect, which draws his eyes immediately even as he tosses her shirt to the side. Sam shrugs off his jacket, not caring where it lands, and helps pull his dress shirt and undershirt off in one unceremonious clump.

Without warning, Sam grabs her by her hips and rear, picking her up and off the ground. ]

[Fatima gasps softly, half from surprise and half from delight. With his shirt off, it's just that much easier to attack at his neck with affectionate, little nibbles.

Although she's not entirely sure where they're going now...]

[ His own lips find her shoulder for a moment, wrapping his arms around her ass and waist to keep her steady as he holds her against him. The feeling of her soft chest pressed against his is, to say the least, a good one.

Sam goes for one of the bunks, making a guess as to which one might be hers, but he's feeling almost anything his free game at the moment. ]

[Well, she's on one of the bottom bunks. Whether or not this one is hers, she can't tell at the moment. Hopefully. Then at least she can look forward to sleeping in sheets that smell like Sam. It's a really, really good smell.

She fumbles to kick off her boots, switching to the other side of his neck.]

[ It's the nearest one so he just goes for it, taking the few steps over to the bunk in a hurry. He drops down onto the mattress with Fatima underneath him, not even letting the recoil of the springs give a break.

Sam finally sets the condom down safely on the stand next to the bed as he searches for the zipper for her skirt. There's a brief moment of triumph when he finds it, the sound just as satisfying as he's able to unzip it and pull it off her hips. But as hurried, as eager as he is, he still takes the moment to appreciate her thighs, running his hands down their length as they follow the skirt until its finally gone. ]

[Elegantly, she points her toes, bending one knee. Her fingers begin to trace the familiar lines of his muscles, up along his arm and across the back of his shoulder. Finally, she pulls back from sucking on his neck, just to look up at him.]

So, so sweet.

[ He takes that opportunity to kiss her properly once again, allowing his hands to run back up her torso before finding her breasts. The blue of her bra just stands out nicely against the tone of her skin, almost making him want to leave it on...so maybe he will. He cups them, breaking his mouth away from hers so he can kiss and suck at the curve of her breast. ]

[Sweet, and a little bit feisty too. But no objections. She never thought a guy going to town on her breasts like that would feel so good. Mostly because of her own awkwardness. But holy shit...

She moans softly, arching her back a little bit.

Desire pools in the pit of her stomach. Fumbling a bit, she starts undoing his pants.]

[ And go to town he does. Though Sam doesn't release them from her bra, he still makes sure to dote upon every inch of them that he can until her skin turns pink. He raises his own hips slightly as her hands find his belt buckle. One hand goes down to help tug his pants off, kicking them unceremoniously away. ]

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