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[dust_of_life]

[She's only too happy to return that kiss.]

I told you it would be easy.

[And with that, she swings her leg over him, pulling herself up to straddle his torso. She just barely manages to avoid hitting her head on the upper bunk, although her hair does get a little caught in the boxsprings.]

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[ Her boldness is a pleasant surprise, although the consequences of her actions make him chuckle. ]

Hold still.

[ He reaches up to pull the tendrils of hair free--he knows exactly how not fun it is to have your hair yanked. Well, at least when sex isn't involved. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Of course, he would think of her hair. Not that she's about to start nagging him about letting her cut it again right now. But still. It's kind of funny. And it makes her smile as she leans in, her lips just hovering over his ear so she can whisper:]

I have no idea what I'm doing.

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[ He smiles at that. His hands run along the length of her thighs, stopping at her waist. He's not sure where this is going, but he's sure he'll like it. ]

That's okay.

[ Her breath on his ear tickled the hair around it. ]

Do whatever you want.

[ He'll follow her lead for once. Which is not something Sam Winchester usually does in the bedroom. ]

[dust_of_life]

[For someone as bossy as Fatima, it's very hard to be submissive. But she yields to Sam's experience in general. At least in bed. She's a much better vampire hunter than he is, she's sure.

The phrase "Do whatever you want" causes some very mixed emotions, chiefly triumph and anxiety.

Fatima nips at his ear lightly, slowly working her hips against his. There's a timidity to it, uncertainty. But she's nothing if not adventurous.]

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[ There is something special about going along this journey as she discovers her own sexuality. He's never been with someone like her before, on many levels. But things have already changed from the first time they kissed. That same eagerness, the upfront honesty that keeps him grounded, he can see it brimming beneath the surface. While Sam much prefers to feel in control of the situation, even in bed, they've reached the point where he feels comfortable enough to step back a bit and let her explore what she wants.

The motion of her hips, while tentative, is enough to reawaken his interest. He sucks in a breath through his nose at the nips as grips her hips more tightly, but not enough to hinder her movement. This is her show, after all. ]

[dust_of_life]

[It's almost inevitable, that she works her way from his ear down to the side of his neck. She can't help it. It's something inside of her, something that she doesn't care to examine or explain.

All that matters is the more that she gently nips and sucks at his throat, the more confident her movements become. Her hips sway, languid and attentive. And her pulse quickens against his chest.]

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[ He's certainly become accustom to her fascination with his neck to the point it's more expected than anything else. He wisely doesn't comment, of course, though he knows that he'll be needing to pop some collars or just wear hoodies for a few days.

Sam doesn't try to stop the way his own body wants to respond, raising his own hips to meet hers and helping rhythmically push their bodies together. He doesn't let himself wonder if she has another condom; just enjoy the moment. ]

[dust_of_life]

[His response is encouraging. It means she's doing something right. Much better than the alternative of hearing him say "ow" or worse...something cracking.

Her breath gets faster and hotter, but she draws away from his neck to kiss him properly on the mouth.]

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[ He gladly returns the kiss, open-mouthed and wanting. She can likely feel his growing interest pressing against her with each roll of her hips, but he doesn't ask more than she's willing to give. He runs his hands up her sides, over her shoulders to cup her face. ]

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[She moans into his mouth a little bit, falling deeper and deeper into the kiss. Her hips don't stop, her heart is practically in her ears, and she's feeling weirdly floaty, like it's some kind of out of body experience.

And yet, she's hyperaware, both of her body and of his.]

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[ He wants every inch of her all at once, and it takes more concentration than he's used to in an effort to hold back. Sex is one of those times where Sam just completely let's go, gives in to the moment, but that usually entails him dominating the scene, grabbing and tossing and loving all in one whirlwind of pent up emotion he has trouble expressing with words. This is entirely different, because this isn't about Sam remembering how to connect, it's about Fatima discovering herself.

He ventures a bit more boldness than he probably should to meet her tongue, but he needs it. He likes the weight of her body on his, light and soft but very present. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Fatima plays back with him, eagerly and happily. At the moment, she's not really thinking about "should" or "should not."

More along the lines of, "Why not?"

Every new kind of touch or new kind of kiss. Why not? They may both be dead tomorrow. She'd like to give them a chance to live.

Because it's awesome.]

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[ Sam knows exactly what he needs to do tomorrow, and it's exactly the last thing he wants to think about. Confronting Dean? Yeah, that's going to be fun, but it has to be done whether she wants him to or not. But for the moment, he's more than content to just feel her body against his, let the heat build in his gut and his groin. Because it is awesome. ]

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[The roll of her hips beings to slow. Not because she wants to play the tease. Far from it. But there is the tiny matter of...well. She and Sam would make lousy parents. At least, she would. Sam's lovable.

Lovable. Funny word.

The air is humming around them and she can almost smell arousal. For a day that started out pretty awful, it's ended up so wonderful. And she doesn't want it to end. The second either of them leaves the bed--whoever's bed it is--they'll be putting their feet back in Haven again. The thought is almost unbearable under the circumstances. Feels like the choice should be easy: Cake or death.

Slowly, she runs her hand down his chest and stomach, her fingers straying along the lines of his muscles like drops of water until, finally, as she nuzzles his chin, she lets her hand slip between his legs.]

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[ Sometimes it's okay to fake a break from the world, especially when the world ends up as shitty as it does for them. Sam is more than willing to lose himself in her right now, feeling the softness of her cheeks and tasting her mouth all at once. When she slows, he wants to slam forward to compensate, but he holds back and is rewarded by her gentle exploration. His hands fall to her shoulders, the muscles in his chest and stomach twitching as the pads of her fingers tickle the skin. But he's rewarded when she goes for gold and lets out a groan.

He's shown her how to do this before and it's clear she hasn't forgotten. It's not the same as being inside of her, but it's so much better than his own hand. Sam's brows knit together in a look of concentration as he lets her bring him over the edge for a second time. ]

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[Her fingers are less uncertain, but still gentle. She tries to watch his face this time, without being too creepy about it. Because she usually closes her eyes, but right now she wants to see what it is, exactly, that she's doing to him.

It's surprisingly rewarding.

She tries not to look smug.

Tries.

But there may be a little bit of a smirk in her kiss, as she leans over to brush her lips against his.]

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[ He kisses back a little languidly, breathing heavily through his nose. He reaches up to brush her hair back, almost petting a few times before he speaks between kisses. ]

What do you want?

[dust_of_life]

You.

[Which is to say, she really doesn't know how to answer the question. The kissing is pretty good, though. She catches his lower lip between her teeth, resting a hand on his shoulder.]

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[ He responds with a low laugh before catching her lips again. He holds her face close to his, turning what had been quick and playful nips and kisses into something a little more intense. When he finally breaks away, he keeps his nose resting against hers. ]

You've already got that.

[dust_of_life]

Mmm. True.

[And a big grin stretches out her lips.

One final kiss, and she slides off of him, settling against his side on the too-small bed.]

I suppose you owe me a new coronation ring, though.

[As she forgot to take off her rings. Oops. But she doesn't seem too hung up on it, kissing his shoulder and upper arm absently.]

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[ Oh yes, he did notice that but who was he to comment? It added an interesting friction that he wasn't going to complain about. But even though she's been driving, he doesn't want her to be left unsatisfied. ]

You sure that's it?

[dust_of_life]

[She considers it a moment, her fingers absently tracing the lines of his inner thighs.

Oh. Right. That whole honesty thing.]

I don't know how to answer your question.

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[ He sighs lightly and pushes a few strands of hair out of her face. ]

Do you want me to do anything for you? In particular?

[dust_of_life]

[Well, she figured out that much. And she's torn between feeling amused and feeling a little insulted.

Mostly amused.

She considers the offer for a moment, taking it to a few logical--if a little unfair--extremes. And slowly, she nods.]

Yes. But you're not going to like it.