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Heat of the Moment-Sam Winchester (Lemon)

    "From what I saw, it looked like more than random.  'His eyes were the color of opals, his lips softer than any silk against my own...'."  He raised an eyebrow at me.   "(Y/n), are you writing a dirty story?"

    I couldn't gather a thought for a moment, then decided to admit myself.  "I write to exert my frustration.  Not that I have a whole lot of basis for comparison, but I guess I have an active imagination?"

    Sam laughed.  "Can I see?"

    "Come again?"  I looked at him in disbelief.  "You want to read my smut...seriously?  It's probably awful."

    He looked at me, giving me a joking puppy-dog face.  "Please?  Never know...maybe you'll teach me a few things."

    I reluctantly opened the window back up on the laptop and scrolled to the top of the page.  He set the laptop on his own lap to read better.  I'd been writing a story about dancing around the kitchen and Sam, of course, catching me and well, the rest was definitely imaginative.  Something involving the kitchen counter and being bent over it and banged like a screen door in a hurricane.  As much as I enjoyed writing this, I'd never expected that the subject of said stories would be reading it.  Sam made a few interesting faces as he read, looking over at my beet-red face.  I wanted to crawl into the deepest cave in Hell and hide there forever.  Sam was going to hate me.  If he figured out...

    "Well, you certainly have an imagination.  I'll give you that."

    "Yeah...well I've got a lot of time on my hands when you guys are out."

    "This guy you're writing about.  Did you just make him up or is he based on an actual person?"

    Shit.  I could feel the blood leave my face.  "I...well...I mean..." Shitshitshitshitshit...

    Sam put the laptop on the bedside table and turned to face me.  He pulled my chin so that I was facing him.  "What if an actual person said they wanted to give you more...basis for comparison?"

    My eyes went wide.  "What?"  I noticed he was moving his face dangerously close to mine and I couldn't breathe.

    "It's about me...isn't it, (Y/n)?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but still held a tone of sensuality that made every inch of my body quiver.  He put his lips close to my ear, his warm breath making me tingle in the very center of my being.

    "Sam...I..." I pulled away, quite reluctantly, and headed toward my bedroom door.  Sam stood up and beat me to it, shutting it and clicking the lock.  "What are you..."

I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
A look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my face

Sam pressed me against the door.  "I fucking hate this song."  Before I could even react, he slammed his lips against mine.  His body held me to the heavy door, and I could feel his hard member pressed against my hip.  My hands slid up his sides and wrapped around his neck as I returned the kiss with fervor.  It was so much more than I'd imagined.  His left hand pinned my hip to the door and the right held my face to his as he licked my lips, requesting entry.  I obliged, a moan escaping as his tongue wrestled mine.

Do you remember when we used to dance?
And incident arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another, we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung

Sam's hands moved down to my shirt and quickly pulled it off, and I followed suit for his.  I pushed him toward my bed, lust giving me a new found confidence.  My bra joined the growing pile of discarded clothing, allowing him to take one of the swollen peaks into his mouth.  He pulled back long enough to twist us and push me down onto the bed, then climbed on top of me and took the other mound in his hand as he buried his face in my neck.  He sucked on the soft flesh at the base of my neck, surely leaving marks.  I didn't care.  I grabbed his soft brown hair and pulled his head down to the unattended breast.  He resumed teasing the hard nub as he slid my hand down into my shorts to touch the part of me that wanted him most. 

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
The heat of the moment shone in your eyes

When he pressed his finger against my clit, I all but cried out.  Sam looked up at me as he began to circle the most sensitive part of me with his finger.  "So, (Y/n), is this what you think about when you're writing?  My strong hands touching you all over, my soft lips kissing every inch of your body?"  He pushed the shorts off of me, then slid my panties down as well.  He moved down so that his head was between my knees and blew softly over my core, eliciting a shiver and a moan from my lips.  "You think about my mouth on you, licking until you're dripping wet?"  He buried his face in my core, devouring every inch of me.  His tongue circled my clit, then dove into the wet heat below it.  My body writhed in pleasure as he teased every ounce of will power out of me.  "Sam...oh my god..."  I barely had time to adjust to the oral assault before my body released, sending waves of warmth through my body.  After cleaning me up, he stood up and dropped his jeans and boxers. 

And now you find yourself in eighty two
The disco hot spots hold no charm for you
You can't concern yourself with bigger things
You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings

He climbed on top of me, his rock-hard member teasing my lower lips. I reached down to stroke him slowly and his eyes seemed to roll back into his head.  "I think of all of those things...but mostly how good you'd feel inside me."  I guided him to my core and he slowly pushed in.  "Sam...please..."

One hard thrust and I couldn't help but scream his name.  He began to move, holding my hips to anchor himself, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  My hands held his arms, pulling him to move faster and harder, both of us a chorus of moans and grunts as Sam's movements became erratic and I could tell he was close to going off.  I felt myself releasing just before he took a few final thrusts to finish himself off.  He rolled off of me in a heap of sweat and laid on his back for a moment while we both caught our breath.

"So, (Y/n), does the real me measure up to story me?"

I rolled to my side, running my fingers along Sam's anti-possession tattoo.  "Sammy, you make story you seem like the worst lay ever."

Sam ran his fingers along my cheek.  "You know, I probably could have said something before, but I've wanted to do this ever since Bobby took you in.  I wish we'd both spoken up sooner."

I laughed a bit, then kissed him gently.  "Well, maybe some time you can read more of my stories...for educational purposes, of course."

"I'd like to try that counter thing.  And now I hate that song far less."  He leaned over and kissed me again, letting the music play as we began another round.