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You are a very bad liar, Sam Winchester.

[But also a very private person. She gets that. And after the emotional marathon they've both run, she'll let it go.

For now.

She brushes her thumb against the side of his hand.]

As your girlfriend, I should probably tell you...it's your turn to talk to Cas about...stuff.

[ He can tell she's not going to pursue it further, and he's grateful. Very grateful. But he's not sure what she means. ]

About stuff?

[Is it weird that talking about things like condoms still makes her uncomfortable? It's probably weird.]

Condoms.

[She said it quickly, blurting.]

He only gave me one.

[ Ah. Yes, he sees. ]

Maybe...uh, we should try to see if we can find them somewhere else.

[ He feels bad they keep pulling from Castiel's stash. ]

[She's actually done a little asking around. There...doesn't appear to be a lot of options. And everyone knows the rhythm method doesn't work. Even she knows that.]

I promised him that...I would tell you where I got it.

[ Well that's...odd. ]

He...wanted me to know?

[Oh yeah, it's odd. But that's Cas. And he's been a damn loyal friend. Fatima is hardly going to be begrudge him.]

Yeah.

I'm assuming it's for some kind of super-secret male high-five thing.

[Not really.]

[ He raises a brow at that. ]

Uh...must've missed the memo on that.

[ Thanks, he thinks, Cas? Yeah, they need to find another way to get these things. ]

He was acting a little weird, to be honest. Weirder than normal, I mean. Like, out of nowhere, he told me I was beautiful.

[Which was nice, but total bullshit.]

And he seemed kinda sad.

And he braided my hair so...

[ His brows furrow slightly together. Castiel is a little eccentric, yes, but it's been a while since they had an actual discussion. Considering what he's about to confront Dean with, though, it will likely warrant one. ]

...Sorry, kind of ruined that.

[ The braid. ]

[She laughs.]

Do I look like I care?

[Fatima's been thinking of hacking it all off anyway. Shampoo is tough to scavenge and, given the...ahem...active lifestyle she's been forced to endure in Haven, it would be one less thing for someone to use to pull her to the ground.]

Please feel free to ruin my hairstyle like that any time.

That was a very, very good...ruining.

Oh yeah?

[ He has to smile at that, pulling her hand closer, then up to allow him to kiss her wrist and move down her forearm. ]

I'll have to keep that in mind.

[Her body responds to his, pressing closer against his side. She lets out a soft, satisfied squeak.]

You'd better.

[ Sam hums a quiet affirmative, a few kisses turning into small nips before he sucks at the skin. None of her roommates have decided to come in, or maybe they've...heard what's going on and figured it was better not to. ]

[Turnabout is fair play. They might as well both look like they've been in a fistfight. She'll wear her hickeys with pride.

Safely under sleeves so Dean will never know.

Meanwhile, she hooks one of her legs around one of his, her toes sliding down his calf.]

[ He works his way down to her shoulder, rubbing his leg along hers. But he doesn't give any warning as he flips her over onto her back. His lips move along her collar bone before delving down into her cleavage. ]

[There's a squawk of surprise, but she's certainly not complaining. She rakes her fingers through his hair, with both hands, lightly holding his head. Her head falls back against the pillow, neck exposed as her necklace falls to one side.]

[ He smiles into her skin, running his hands down her sides as he nudges himself to settle between her legs. Even though her request was just to share a secret, he feels like he owes her a bit more satisfaction. Maybe "owes" isn't the right word--he wants to give it to her. And having gone through their one condom doesn't mean they need to stop.

One hand slips down into the apex where her legs meet while he kisses the mound one one breast, not wasting any time. ]

[Well, that's new. And exciting. She closes her eyes, moaning softly, feeling little spasms in her belly. Delicious, wonderful spasms that quickly escalate, leaving her fizzy and panting and grasping at his arms, holding on tight.]

[ His hand will do what he can't without protection, his kisses moving in time with his fingers. He likes feeling her move underneath him, knowing that her moans and gasps are because of him. ]

[She moves a lot underneath him, until she finally arches her back and moans, before falling back on the bed, completely out of breath and half-giggling against his lips.

Blame it on endorphins, Sammy. She's not laughing at you.

Which should become readily apparent as she takes his face in her hands and kisses him soundly.]

[ He likes that laugh and he's more than happy to devour it when she brings him in for a kiss. He smiles against her lips, moving his hand away and reaching over the side of the bed to wipe it along the bottom of the sheets. (They're going to need to be washed, anyway.) ]

[The kiss is long and deep. But when it ends, it's abruptly, Fatima pulling away to look at his face between her hands.]

We are crazy people. You know that?

[ Sam gives a low huff, but the small smile on his lips doesn't fade for once. ]

"Crazy" is probably one of the nicer ways to put it.

[She slides her knee along the side of his leg.]

Sam, I wouldn't want to be crazy any other way than with you.

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