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[dust_of_life]

[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.

[runsaway]

[ 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?

[dust_of_life]

[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.]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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.]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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.]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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.]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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...]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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.]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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.

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[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.]

[runsaway]

[ 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. ]

[dust_of_life]

[And who's marking territory now? Not that she minds. It only makes her bite back a little, this time nipping at his right ear.

Her knee slides up along the side of his leg, before hooking around his delightful man-hips.]

[runsaway]

[ He's more than happy to settle between her thighs, a small smile on his lips as he kisses his way back up to find her lips. Sam rolls his hips into hers, the tent in his boxer-briefs very noticeable by now. He runs his hands along her sides and then underneath to grab her rear, pulling her body into the motion of his. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She kisses him back, fiercely. Maybe a little possessively. Her fingers rake up through his hair, digging in and holding on. Languidly, her tongue explores the bow of his upper lip.

Raising her hips, she falls into rhythm with his movements. It may be a little optimistic to say that she's finally getting the hang of this but...well...maybe she is.]

[runsaway]

[ She ignites something at his core that's difficult to ignore, a switch that's flipped and refuses to turn off. It's an effort to try and collect his thoughts, but perhaps it's better to just not think at all. He is all too eager to suck on her tongue, inviting it into his mouth where she can meet his own.

They move together in a comfortable rhythm, letting the friction build and build. A deep growl rumbles from his chest as he starts to pull at the elastic of her panties. ]

[dust_of_life]

[It's wonderful, feeling like an active agent in this part of the relationship. Before, she felt more like a spectator. Now she shimmies out of those panties, the touch of Sam's fingertips against her skin igniting something inside of her.

She has never wanted him so much.

What's changed? She can't really figure it out. She just knows whatever it is, it's there and it's strong.

Introspection will have to wait. Right now, she's more interested in getting rid of his boxer-briefs.]

[runsaway]

[ Sam let's his urges dictate his actions, for once not bothering to worry, or worrying to bother, one of the two. His underwear disappears along somewhere with hers as he remembers at the last moment to reach out and grope along the side of the bed until he finds the nightstand. The condom is not forgotten.

Maybe they need this, a bit of heat, a bit of reassurance that there's a reason they're trying to work through the mess of the world as well as each other. It's something Sam will reflect on later, but for the moment, it's that heat he's searching for. ]

[dust_of_life]

[It's better than before. That's the first thought that occurs to her, once thinking becomes a thing again.

The second was that she was a little bit louder than she probably should have been.

Oops.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem like they've called too much attention to themselves. Small favors. Attention is bad. Attention risks Dean finding out.

She breathes heavily against his shoulder, planting a kiss or two along his neck, between each gasp. The heat radiating off of his body is intense and pleasant. Like a patch of sunlight through the clouds.]