runsaway | [IC] INBOX @ havenrpg

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.

[ He runs his hands up and down her sides, not moving his face away from hers. ]

Be careful what you wish for.

I don't like wishing for things. I see. I want. I take.

Which, in retrospect, probably explains the teenage kleptomania phase.

[She's not even kidding, Sammy.]

[ It might also explain how they got together in the first place, but he's not complaining. ]

You know, that doesn't surprise me.

Clearly, I'm gonna have to work harder to keep you guessing.

[She rubs her nose against his.]

Don't want you getting bored with me.

Don't think that's going to be a problem.

[ Really, Fatima is fairly good at keeping Sam on his toes. ]

Good answer.

[She sinks back down against the pillows with a pleased, sleepy smile.]

I don't think so either.

[ Somewhat reluctantly, Sam moves to her side again on the bed that still feels much too small for the both of them. ]

Don't let me keep you up.

Don't want to sleep. Don't want this day to end.

[Still, she rolls onto her side, leaning her back against him.]

[ He wraps his arm around her, kissing the back of her head. He didn't really want to inconvenience her roommates, but leaving right now isn't something he'd like to do. ]

You're going to need to sleep.

Of course. I'm only human.

[She sets her palm over the back of his hand, her thumb lightly playing against his fingertips.]

Sleeping isn't the problem. It's the waking up that's a bitch.

[ He kisses her again before settling his nose in her hair. ]

Not if you have a reason to.

[IC] INBOX @ havenrpg

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject