Got to have that sexual healing - RP with likely_evil
[Beretti = nyctechsupport. Co-written with likely_evil. Warning: Filthy, hot, dirty smut ahoy.]
"I've never seen this woman, detectives. I'm sorry you had to come all the way out here for nothing, but I've got clients waiting on my calls and a court date in a few hours. Now if that's all..." The head of the law firm waved dismissively, shooting a displeased look at the two dark-haired female detectives.
"See, Mr. Stratford, that's where we know you're full of shit." The taller, older woman slammed a few photos of a dead girl on his desk before placing down a very compromising surveillance photo from an elevator. "See this? This is from the security camera in this very building's elevator."
The other detective had been walking around the office, touching various books and studying things before turning and chiming in. "What Detective Beretti is trying to say is that your wife wouldn't approve of you committing statutory rape in your office. And a divorce would look very bad for your firm's reputation as a -- clean, wholesome business. What we have here is motive. I would caution you against lying to us further." Anna pushed her glasses further up her nose and gave Mr. Stanton a pointed look, turning as she heard the door open.
And in the doorway stood a six foot two beanpole in a button down shirt that hung on his body as he carried a handful of expanding folders. "Sir, I got the briefings... oh, I'm sorry." His eyes opened wide. "I didn't... I thought we were supposed to work on this case now..." He looked at the two women, then Mr. Stratford with a confused look.
"Just set them on my desk for now and we'll get to them after I've finished here." Stratford grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Anna sent her partner a look and Beretti nodded -- Anna would have a nice little chat with the beanpole intern.
"OH... ok." He put the files down, then of course one started to slide and he had to reach for it to stop it before it ended up on the floor. Once it was settled and not going anywhere, he looked at the people in the room. "I can get coffee... or something...?"
And this was Anna's cue to work her magic. "Could you show me where your restrooms are?" She smiled kindly at Sam and nodded briefly to her partner.
"Uh, sure. It's this way." Sam pointed his thumb towards the door he had come in.
"Walk with me?" She said as she took Sam's arm and gently led him out of the office while Beretti gave Stratford the staredown.
"You got about ten seconds to explain to me why I shouldn't get a subpoena to search your home, office, and car for evidence relating to this girl's death."
Once outside the office, Anna glanced up - and up, and up - at the young intern and let go of his arm. "What's your name?"
"Sam." Last names were only offered when asked for them. Rule #... something in the Winchester family. "You're not a client, are you?"
Shaking her head, she pulled out her badge and flashed it at Sam. Most people didn't see her as a cop until the badge came out. But hey, she'd been called in early this morning on secondary on-call so she'd only had time to grab jeans and a green button-up blouse. Her gun sat on her hip, and she was intrigued at the fact Sam hadn't seemed to notice. "Detective Anna Morasca. Sam, I need your last name and to ask you a few questions."
It wasn't that he hadn't noticed. Sam tended to be pretty observant. Just that he didn't want to act like he had seen it. Dumb kids got left alone by the cops. "Did Mr. Stratford get accused of doing something wrong?" He was a good little law student. You were accused. Not having done anything.
Brow arching, she studied him carefully and smirked a little. "We're investigating him for murder. Has Stratford been acting unusual lately?"
He shook his head, frowning. "No, but I've only been here two weeks. Summer intern, ya know. I'm taking classes down at NYU at the same time."
"Good school. I'm an alumni actually." Hearing footsteps approaching from the office, she pulled a card from her back pocket and gave it to Sam. "If you think of anything, give me a call."
Sam took the card and slipped it into a pocket. "I will. Thanks, Detective." He gave her a small smile.
Nodding, she started to walk away, but turned and glanced at him over her shoulder. "Sam, your last name?"
He gave her a look. It was a cute one, one of a 20-year-old boy looking at a very hot woman in very tight jeans. "You're the detective. Figure it out. That way maybe I can see you again."
Arching a brow, she chuckled and licked her lips. "Oh, I always get my man. Don't you worry about that. I'll be seeing you soon, Sam." And with that, she turned on her heel and sauntered out of the office with her partner in tow.
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After getting the okay from Mac to go home for the night, Anna printed off the information she'd found on Sam Winchester and decided to pay him a visit. She was relatively sure he didn't know anything pertinent to the investigation but there was something about him that made her decide it warranted a much closer (albeit off-the-clock) look. Still dressed in the same clothes as she'd been in earlier, she made her way to his apartment and knocked on the door.
Sam heard the knock at the door, then looked at the clock. It was still pretty early, almost dinner time (at least in his world), and he was busy studying for a test the next afternoon. There was only a few people who knew where he was - one of which won't care less and another who he hadn't seen in a year anyway and preferred to call when possible - so it only left someone from work, or someone who was taking an interest in him.
He had spent the afternoon making sure all his little "occult" objects were hidden in the floorboards, as well as the two guns and the assortment of knives. He had put the silver knife in the kitchen junk drawer, though.
Salt lines were hidden under duct tape on the windows and doors, so he didn't have to worry about explaining them. A trick that he had discovered his freshman year. Also kept him able to open his windows for the first time in most of his life and enjoy a breeze in the bedroom. And in this apartment, it got so hot he needed all the air he could manage.
Bending down to look out the peephole, Sam smiled at seeing the detective. Then he opened the door a bit, leaving the chain on so it only opened a crack. "I'm impressed. Only took four hours."
"Like I said, I always get my man. May I come in, Mr. Winchester?" Anna smirked, hand on her hip as she looked up at him.
Surprisingly, the gun didn't scare him. There were things in the world a lot scarier than a gun. "Give me a sec." He closed the door, and she would hear the sound of the chain being undone before he opened the door up wider so she would be able to walk in. "You're welcome to, but there's not a lot of room. Can't really afford too much in this city when you're a student and intern."
Chuckling as she stepped inside and took a good thorough look around, she nodded. "Oh, trust me. It doesn't get any easier being a civil servant with two bachelor's degrees." Fanning herself, she undid the top two buttons of her shirt - revealing the edges of a black lace bra in the process. Call it the summer heat, but she was feeling frisky.
He closed the door behind her, then turned to see her unbuttoning her shirt. He might have blushed just a bit. "Could I get you something cold to drink? This place heats up pretty quickly."
"Ice water would be great." She fought a smirk at his blush and continued fanning herself after taking off her glasses and letting them hang from her blouse.
He went into the kitchen, which would be a miracle for him to move around if he actually tried to cook for himself. However, it was obvious he didn't from the take-out containers in the garbage and the fridge. He did, however, have a Brita jug that he pulled out and poured her some water after putting ice into the dixie cup. "So do you have more questions for me?"
"Yes. Were you at all aware that your boss was having an affair with a 16-year-old girl named Chelsea Palmer?" Walking into the kitchen, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the counter, giving her breasts a nice lift in the process.
"...Ew. No, but like I said, I've only been there two weeks, and I've been passed around to all the partners like a pledge trying to get into a fraternity. Complete with the hazing."
"Have you heard any office gossip about your boss? Perhaps witnessed an unexpected visit from an upset wife?" Brows knitting, she took the cup from Sam and took a drink of the water. Now she was just getting frustrated.
"Can't say I have. He's been working on a case late at night after I left, but that's all I know. I was going to learn about some of the legal briefings today from that case when you guys showed up." Some condensation was dripping off the cup and down her shirt. He was staring.
Oh, she noticed, and of course that led her to shift the cup against the side of her neck, sighing contentedly. "You should invest in a fan, Mr. Winchester. The heat can become absolutely unbearable around this time of year." Tilting her head, she let her hair spill off her shoulders as she closed her eyes and let the condensation drip down her skin.
"I can't afford the electric bills. Instead I just take a lot of cold showers and sleep naked at night. Works about the same." Oh yes, two could play at this game.
Chuckling, she set the cup down on the counter and nodded. "It would give the water heater a nice vacation." Crossing over to Sam, she 'accidentally' wedged herself between Sam and the kitchen counter. "Oops. This place is smaller than I thought." She cast an innocent look his way and bit her lip. "Well, that's all the questions I have for you."
Sam pressed himself against the fridge to let her by. "Are you sure?"
"Unless you think there's somethin' else I need to know, that's it. I won't take up any more of your time. You're going to be a very busy intern."
"Going to be a lawyer. Have to get used to it." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You wouldn't happen to be hungry at all? I was just about to heat something up for dinner..."
This got an amused smile from the young detective, who stepped in closer to Sam - effectively trapping him between herself and the fridge. "Sam Winchester, are you asking me out?"
The closeness made him stand just a bit taller to press back a bit. "No, just stating what I was going to do and offering you the chance to join in case you're hungry. That's all."
"Mmm, too bad. Because I would've been amazing." She purred as she got on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against Sam's ear. "Call me if you think of anything." With that, she pulled back and turned to head out.
Sam licked his lips, watching her go with a smirk. No, he'd let her go right now. But he'd find her again. After all... he was a hunter.
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He waited outside the Precinct two days later, sipping on a frappachino as he watched the officers going in and out of the station. He had seen her arrive for her shift in a certain car, and was sitting on the bumper of it now as she walked out. He smiled at her around the edge of his straw. "Hey."
Blinking, Anna peered at Sam over her sunglasses. "Mr. Winchester, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" It wasn't that she wasn't pleased to see him, it just caught her off-guard, and after a rough day at work she just wanted to go home.
"Well, you told me to call if I thought of anything. And I was walking by and thought of something, and figured I would wait to tell you."
"Alright, what do you got for me?" She asked as she unlocked the car and opened the door to roll the windows down. Today's clothes consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. A few beads of sweat rolled down her face.
"I was thinking that if I was going to ask you out on a date, I wouldn't know the first thing about where to take you. So you'd have to tell me where to go." He then sipped his drink innocently.
Blinking, Anna laughed and opened the car door. "Well why don't you hop in and let me show you." Smirking she slid into her seat and buckled in, starting the car right away.
Sam thought for a moment, then shrugged and walked around to the other side to car. "Since you're an officer of the law, I don't have to worry about you kidnapping me, do I?" He grinned and got in, amazingly finding a way to fold his long legs up in the small space of the front seat.
"Oh, I think you'd have more pressing things to worry about." Anna replied seductively, throwing the car into reverse and making the drive to her East Village apartment building and parking in the shade. "How do you feel about stairs?" She asked as she got out of the car and headed inside the building.
"Depends on how many," he stated, looking at the building.
Holding the door open she chuckled. "Only three flights. But with your long legs it shouldn't be a problem." And with that, she began darting up the stairs.
He laughed, chasing her up, taking the steps two at a time easily. "So is there a restaurant at the top of this place?" he asked as he followed her.
"God, no." She smirked, unlocking the door to her apartment once they reached the third floor. Anna shuffled Sam inside and locked the door behind them before kicking off her heels. And suddenly, she shoved Sam up against the wall and gazed at him intensely.
He hadn't been expecting that, and his eyes widened a bit after the momentarily double vision passed from his head hitting the wall. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No. But I'm wondering why it's takin' you so long to kiss me, handsome."
"You're the one who threw me into the wall. Isn't that supposed to be your move then?"
Smirking, she got on her tiptoes, her lips just barely brushing against Sam's. "You make a very good point. But I think the ball's in your court now." She whispered and let go of him, backing up just slightly.
He thought a moment. It wasn't like he was in a relationship. Sure, there was a girl at school in some of his classes he had the hots for - Jessica Moore - but she was with another guy when the semester ended and he didn't dare make a move. It was uncool.
So there was nothing stopping him from grabbing her forearms and pulling her back up onto her toes so he could kiss her properly.
"Mmm." She sighed happily into the kiss, tugging him against her more as she turned and started backing them away from the door -- and ironically enough into another wall. As her back brushed against the hard surface she reached down and removed her gun holster from her hip, setting it aside on the end table beside her. Then her badge, and her belt, and finally her cuffs.
Once she was lighter, Sam lifted her a bit, wrapping her legs around his waist so she was higher up and easier to kiss. His fingers massaged her ass as he pressed up against her.
Anna groaned in approval, kissing him more forcefully. The kid was a lanky little beanpole but god he knew how to kiss, and she was sure he was properly equipped for all sorts of fun. It had been too long since she'd had this kind of contact and oh, she was going to make it last. Her hands slid down his back, until they reached the hem of his shirt.
Sam had only been in "the game" for about three years now, but college had taught him a thing or two. And Sam - was a good student and loved to learn more. He grinned, moving his arms back to help pull his shirt off over his head before his lips went to her neck, finding her pulse point and sucking there hard.
Her hands immediately went to roam over his chest, memorizing every inch of available muscle and skin. Anna gasped, letting out a long groan as Sam attacked her favorite spot and she hooked her legs tighter around him to anchor herself.
There wasn't a lot of bulk there, but every inch of the beanpole was pure muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him, except for a tiny bit around his stomach from the fast food. He had gotten lax on his sit-ups since getting to New York. When she tightened her legs he groaned against her skin. She'd be able to feel just what she was doing to him and how much he appreciated it.
"God..." She murmured and kissed his temple, grinding her hips against his growing bulge. "So hot in here..."
"Maybe you should invest in a fan," he joked, grinding back as his fingers worked at getting under her shirt to feel the hot skin of her stomach.
Chuckling, she arched into his touch and pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing an expanse of toned, bronze skin contrasted by the silky white bra cupping her breasts. "I just take lots of cold showers and sleep naked."
"Funny, I have a feeling we might be needing to do those together," Sam smirked as his hand moved to cup the silk covered breast near it, squeezing as he kissed the shoulder above it.
"Mmm, I'm inclined to a-agree..." She trailed off and dipped her head, kissing down Sam's neck - nipping roughly in some spots before soothing the marks with her tongue.
He grinned, pressing up against her hard, switching breasts as he did so. "Good thing it's Friday. No morning classes."
Chuckling, she nodded and slid her hands down to his hips and began to undo his pants before sneaking her hand between the jeans and his boxers to tease him with a few slow strokes. "Picked the right day -- it's my weekend off."
He leaned his head back, groaning at her touch. "Lucky me."
Kissing his neck softly, Anna continued stroking Sam's bulge - using the fabric of his boxers to add friction and make the touch all the more pleasurable. "You have experience with sex, Sam?"
He groaned, tilting his head to give her more access as his hips pressed forward into her hand. "Enough. But I'm a good student."
Chuckling against his neck, she shifted and pulled her hand out from his pants. "Mmm, and I am a very willing teacher..." In a very fluid, controlled motion she shifted to reach below her locked legs, pushing Sam's jeans down as much as she could in this position.
That maneuver shocked him, and he felt a bit weird standing there with this hot detective who had been grilling him just the day before - him in his boxers and her almost fully dressed. He didn't really know what to do, but it felt good and she wasn't complaining. "So what should I do next, teacher?"
See now Anna had never been very good at (or comfortable with) voicing her wants and needs when it came down to sex, but seeing as for once she was the most experienced person in the room? This would probably make it easier on the both of them. "Let's get rid of this first..." And there went those hands, disappearing behind her back and within seconds the bra was falling off her chest, exposing her breasts fully before being thrown to the floor.
"Now, I think the best way to learn is to explore... find out where a woman likes to be touched. Those spots that can drive her into a complete state of ecstasy."
His eyes were locked onto her breasts. His hand came up, gently massaging them. Testing them until his touches got a bit firmer, more massage like and then his thumb and forefinger went to play with the nipple. All the while he watched, but kissed her shoulder and neck to keep the contact there.
This earned him a long, breathy sort of moan from Anna and she ran her fingers through his hair in a show of approval. "Mmm, yeah... I like that."
He smiled, then lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth eagerly.
"Oh..." Anna groaned loudly and grasped at Sam's shoulders, locking her legs tighter around his hips and grinding herself against him.
He groaned against her breast, his knees buckling at the feel of her. If she kept that up, he wouldn't be able to keep them standing for too much longer.
"Couch... right now." She murmured against his neck as she raked her nails down his back to stress the urgency.
He pulled her away from the wall, his hands supporting her to keep her around his waist. He wasn't able to walk though with his pants at his ankles and his boots still on, and so they sorta fell onto the couch. "Sorry," he panted, his feet working to kick the boots and jeans off.
"Don't be." She smirked, sitting up on top of him and teasing her fingers along the waistband of Sam's boxers after the pants and shoes were off. But then she noticed she still had those achingly tight jeans on her body and before she removed her hands from Sam's skin, she glanced down at her hips. She would be more than happy to let him take those jeans off of her.
Sam's hands had noticed, and as she sat on top of him, they run up along her thighs, on the outside going down from her hips, and then the inside as he started to run them back up. His hands stopped at the button and zipper, and he started to undo them while looking up at her to make sure it was ok.
Meeting his gaze, she nodded, arching up above his hips to make it easier to get the jeans off her hips.
He did just that, tossing them to join his jeans on the floor, then he pulled her closer as his hips moved up to press against her while his hands roamed up her sides.
"Mmm, get your fill, Sam... I can go all night." She purred seductively, leaning over Sam and kissing down his chest slowly.
"All night?" he asked, closing his eyes as his body arched to meet her lips. His hands went back down to her waist, guiding her to grind against him again.
"Maybe not all night if you're as good in bed as I think you're going to be... but I can be quite insatiable." Chuckling, she rolled her hips into him -- a move somewhat reminiscent of a belly dancer's routine.
Sam groaned again, his head falling back. Could probably explain why she went after him - younger guys lasted longer and were good at staying up all night. Sam hoped he could live up to what she wanted from him. God, he really hoped he could.
It was odd for Anna to be this sexually assertive, and even more odd for her to actually go after someone who was (a) four years younger than her and (b) someone she'd just met. But this kid -- there was something in his eyes that caught her attention. And right then, she went still and was hit by the gravity of her actions.
Sam's eyes opened a bit wider, concerned. "You ok?"
"Shit." She hung her head, sighing heavily. "You wanna do this, kid? Cause I want to, but only if you really wanna do this. I don't wanna take advantage of you."
He chuckled, his eyes having shifted from being a confused "kid" to having a mischievous glint to them. The Winchester smirk was on his lips. "If I didn't want to, I would have let you know." He pushed himself up with his arms so he could be face to face with her. "After all, I'm the one who hunted you down today."
"True... oh, I enjoyed the hunt." And there it was, that bold, confident, sexy little spitfire of a woman. Leaning in with replenished fervor, she pressed a bruising kiss to Sam's lips while she slid a hand into his hair to keep him close.
One arm came up to grab the back of her neck, guiding her back down as he stretched out on the couch. His hips ground back up into her to match the thrust of his tongue in her mouth.
Bracing herself over either side of his shoulders, she rolled her hips back in time with his. Meanwhile, her tongue slid against Sam's, bringing their tongues into a rough, sensual dance.
"Shit... I don't have a condom," Sam growled softly as they took a moment to breathe, wanting to move to the next step and realizing he couldn't.
"Bedroom. I have some there from my last boyfriend." She sighed, dragging her nails over Sam's chest.
"Then... ahhh, you're gonna have to get off me," Sam moaned as his hips moved up against hers again.
Keening in regret, she slid off of Sam and helped him to his feet before leading him into her bedroom and pulling open her nightstand drawer for Sam to pick a condom.
"I take it you were a girl scout," he commented, grabbing one that he knew would work, then pushed her back on the bed as he slipped out of his boxers.
Falling back on the bed with a quiet oof, Anna licked her lips as she watched Sam's boxers drop. The smirk on her lips was a good indicator of her approval and she crooked a finger his way. "Actually no. I just don't like men trying to have unprotected sex with me because they forgot a condom."
He got onto the bed and crawled towards her. "And that's why you make sure you have every shape and size available? Just so you're always covered."
"I prefer not to risk it."
"Good plan," he said, and then he was kissing her again, leaning over her and moving himself between her legs.
"You still ready for me, baby?" She purred, hooking a leg around the back of Sam's thigh, sliding her foot up his calf while arching her back.
"Maybe. You want to check?" He gave her a teasing smile. "After all, you seem to know what you want..."
Moaning softly, she slid a hand between them and trailed her fingers up and down his length, shivering in anticipation - he was bigger than she was used to and she was tight from months of celibacy. "Oh... I do know what I want. I want you inside me, Sam." Taking a deep breath, she slid her hand up his chest and opened her legs for him. There was no doubt that she wanted this - she was dripping wet at this point and aching to be satisfied.
"Then I guess I have to otherwise you'll arrest me for resisting an officer," Sam let his hand slide down to guide his shaft into her, and she was so wet that he slid almost all the way in on the first stroke. He closed his eyes and groaned, holding himself there for a moment and just savoring her tightness.
"I don't use the cuffs on the first--" She moaned loudly and bit her nails into his shoulders as she clamped around his cock and relaxed while he stretched her out. Her lips sought out Sam's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin over his pulse point. He was going to drive her crazy, she could feel it.
"Good to know." Slowly he pulled out, then pushed himself back in hard and fast. He groaned, loving the feel of her under him. The power he had was giving him a bit of a head rush because she was the authority figure and if she knew who he really was? Yeah, he was going to enjoy this as he started to pull out again nice and slow...
"Fuck..." She groaned, hooking her very flexible legs around Sam's waist as he thrust in, biting down on his neck just to keep her head from spinning. Right now Anna wasn't a lonely, workaholic homicide detective and Sam wasn't a young intern at the same law firm as her murder suspect. They were two consenting adults who wanted a night of pleasure in the midst of all the chaos in their daily lives.
He groaned as she bit his neck, making that thrust just a bit harder. He started to speed up, just wanting to feel her squirm more as he obeyed her "order" and started to "fuck" her. His lips found her shoulder and he kissed her, unable to hunch down enough to find another piece of flesh for his lips instead.
Her hips bucked up as he sped up and she cried out as her hands went over her head to grasp at her pillows. "Oh!" Tightening her legs around his hips, she pulled herself against Sam's hips roughly, panting heavily. Oh, this could be the death of her.
After a few more strokes he knew he needed a different angle. He shifted, kneeling up on the bed and let his hands grab her hips, rotating his own a bit as he continued to press into her over and over again. He closed his eyes, head leaned back as he panted and groaned, fingertips digging into her skin. "Oh god..." he moaned, knowing he was getting close.
"So close... fuck... feels so good, Sam." She panted, propping up on her elbows and arching her back so her hips were at an angle for better penetration and all she could think about was getting him to do this until they couldn't move anymore.
One of his hands slipped to the small of her back, lifting her just a bit more as he leaned over her body. He felt his shaft rub along her lips at this angle, knowing it was also hitting her clitoris. His old girlfriend loved it when he did that: at least that was what he got from her screams. "Almost there... come on..."
"Oh God, yes!" She screamed, knuckles turning white from fisting the sheets as she came and clamped down around Sam's cock to ride out the orgasm while her entire body shook.
Her tightening around him set Sam's orgasm off. He groaned, his eyes shut tight as he slammed his hips up into hers as he came, and each thrust matched a spasm until he was drained dry and just stayed deep in her, feeling her walls continue to milk him as he panted for breath.
Collapsing back onto the sheets, Anna purred happily and brushed some hair away from her breasts while she licked her lips and caught her breath. Reaching forward, she began walking her fingers up Sam's chest, enjoying the view she had.
He chuckled deep in his throat, then leaned forward to support himself above her, hands on either side of her head as he looked down at her. His floppy hair threw wet bangs over his forehead. "I take it you enjoyed that?" he said with a smirk.
"Mmm, yeah. You?" She chuckled and propped up to engage Sam in a slow, sensual kiss while she brushed Sam's bangs from his forehead. And she was beginning to wonder how long his recovery time was because she was on her way to being ready for round two.
"Oh yeah." He would be ready with just a bit of teasing. So he maneuvered easily to roll onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
Throwing her head back with a low, sensual laugh she raked her nails over his chest while she followed the motion with light kisses. And there she went, heading farther south until she was straddling Sam's knees and her lips were sweeping across the skin just above Sam's cock.
Sam groaned loudly, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. His hand went reflexively on top of her head, playing with her hair.
And begin the teasing. Glancing up at Sam, she flicked her tongue against the head before slowly taking it into her mouth as much as she could while her hands rubbed the insides of his thighs.
His hips thrust up at her mouth, his back arching and his fingers clenched her hair. "Oh yeah..." He muttered with a happy purr.
Humming around him, she pulled back and flicked her tongue along the shaft before flicking it against the head once more. "You ready for more, Sam?" Purring, she sat back on her knees and crooked a finger at him.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and chuckled. "Looks like it. I'm sure I can take whatever you throw at me."
"Get another condom and move your sweet little ass over here." Smirking, she slid off the bed, standing at the foot and running her hands over her breasts as she waited.
He raised an eyebrow, but did as she asked and got another one from her drawer, slipping it on as he started over to her. "What do you have in mind?"
Pushing her hair away from her back, she glanced at Sam over her shoulder, signalling him without words to approach her from behind while her hands slid down between her own thighs.
He got the idea, leaning over her from behind. But he didn't push into her, instead letting his hands wander over her breasts as he kissed her shoulder.
"I like that." Purring softly, she tilted her head to the side and reached back with one hand to run her fingers through Sam's hair.
"So do I." His hands squeezed and teased her nipples, then one hand slid down her stomach and cupped her sex, finding her clit and teasing it with his middle finger.
Shivering in anticipation she bit her lip and let her head fall back against Sam's chest while grinding her ass back against him.
He groaned, then his lips found her ear and nibbled on the lobe. "You know, last night I dreamed I had you like this across the hood of a police car," he whispered in her ear. He felt silly admitting the dream he had, but thought she might enjoy hearing about it now.
His words got a long, low moan from Anna as she arched her back. "Tell me how you fucked me."
"Sure you wanna know?" he asked, his teeth grazing the skin on her ear.
Shuddering she nodded and bit her nails into the back of Sam's head. "God, yes... I want to know every dirty little detail."
"First thing I did was this." His hand left her breast, going up to her shoulder and then he roughly pushed her body down onto the bed. His hand then went to her back, bracing himself to keep her from getting up. He leaned over her, his hips thrusting against her ass. "I threw you down over the hood nice and hard, making sure you knew I was in charge."
Grunting, Anna nodded and gripped the blanket loosely. "You're in charge now, Sam."
"Then I tell you to spread them because you've been bad, and you're under arrest and I need to pat you down." His finger wiggled along her clit. "All over. In case you're hiding something in places I wouldn't be able to find." The finger then slid into her, curling.
"Oh-" She choked on a whimper as she pushed back against Sam's finger and her own fingers curled tighter around the blanket.
His hand went to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back a bit. "And of course, you have the right to remain silent." He kissed her hard as he took his finger out, then replaced it with something much thicker and harder in one forceful thrust.
The sound of Anna's happy cry was muffled by Sam's lips. Her back arched to push herself down onto his cock more in response, while the pleasure shot up her spine.
His fingers tightened in her hair more as he pulled her head back. "Did I say you could get up?" he stated, his elbow pushing her body back against the bed as his hips started to move fast into her. He made sure her hip was pressed against the bed enough that her pelvis was rubbing against the edge of the mattress each time he thrust into her.
"Fuck!" She whimpered as she clutched the blanket, moaning in time with each thrust. She thought to herself that she might have bruises at the end of the night, but it was fleeting.
He slid her further along the bed until her feet were no longer on the floor, but hovering just inches off it. Then his free hand lifted her hips up a bit more against him, taking her stomach off the bed as well, keeping only her upper body and head in the mattress as he kept thrusting deep into her.
"This how you fucked me-- in- in your dream, Sam?" She moaned seductively as she milked him with her inner muscles on each thrust, knuckles becoming white from her grip.
He leaned down over her body, and there was a smirk on his lips. "Close enough. What, I don't look like the type to have fantasies like this?" Sam, of course, would always blame Dean for his kinkier moments. He couldn't help the kind of porn his brother bought and hid under the mattresses.
"That innocent little face of yours-- oh, god..." She cried out and bucked against Sam, ready to come with the right angle of penetration.
"You should know better than to judge a book... by it's... cover..." he groaned, feeling her tighten and him being so close. He shifted them just a bit, pushing her further onto the bed so that he could let go of her hips with one hand and grab her hair again. "Come on, I can feel you're close..."
That hand in her hair and his words in her ear got her to cry out as she bucked back and finally came - moaning happily as she slumped forward against the bed.
He cried out as he came with her, the room going white for a moment with the power of his orgasm before he stretched out along her back, panting hard. "Damn..." he muttered, his lips pressing against her back.
"Mmm yeah." She turned her head to the side and kissed his cheek. After a minute her lips curled up into a smirk. "So, was that better than your dream?"
"Mmhmm," he moaned softly, pulling out of her and curling up on his side. His arms pulled her in close to him. "So much better."
Chuckling, she kissed Sam and nodded down at the condom he was still wearing. "Don't get too comfortable yet, cowboy."
"Need time to recharge. Food, shower."
"Just get rid of the dirty one and you can come back to bed and rest." She said with a chuckle, propping up on an elbow to look at him. Her smaller frame curled beside him was coated with a thin layer of sweat, moonlight reflecting off the sweat on her chest as it rose and fell with her breath.
Sam sighed. He reached down and got it off, putting it in the trash basket near the bed. "Can't move anyway."
"Lay your weary head to rest." She purred softly, fingers combing through his hair as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"...don't you cry no more..." He muttered softly, curling up against her.
Smiling, she shifted to pull the covers up over them and let Sam rest his head over her heart while she hummed the song in question under her breath - sweetly, softly.
After about a half hour he yawned, having drifted off there for a bit. He groaned, curling more into the soft, warm body he was with, not fully up yet. At least not the big brain.
Smiling, Anna ran her fingers through Sam's hair with one hand while the other trailed lightly down his back. She'd been awake the entire time, not wanting to wake the young intern in her arms. Who was she to keep him awake after the mind blowing sex they'd had?
He slowly opened his eyes, then smiled. "So I'm still here..."
Blinking, she canted her head to look at him in confusion. "Why wouldn't you be?"
"Too good to be real."
There it was, the faintest hint of a blush spread across her cheeks as she smiled. "It's real, alright."
He smiled at her, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "I'm starving," he said softly, making to sit up.
Sitting up, Anna chuckled and slid off the bed to grab a black silk robe off her chair. Sliding it on and tying it closed, she motioned for Sam to follow her into the kitchen. "There's not much here but you're welcome to anythin' you see." One look in her fridge would indicate she hadn't been grocery shopping in at least a few weeks.
Sam found his boxers and pulled them back on before following her. He looked in her cabinets and found nothing that was edible. "We're going to have to order something..."
"The beauty of living in New York City. You can order take-out at 1 AM." She chuckled and tossed Sam her phone, pointing to the pile of menus littering her kitchen table. "Take your pick."
He looked through the menus, then grabbed the Chinese one. It was his default food. "You want anything?"
"Fried rice and spicy chicken." She smiled sweetly, fluttering around the kitchen to find her kettle, fill it with water, and set it on the stove to boil.
Sam ordered it, as well as some dumplings and lo-mein for himself. Then he hung up. "$14 and change, be here in twenty."
Nodding, she adjusted the heat on the stove before leaning back against the counter. "Do you drink tea?"
"Not really. I'm a coffee person."
"I don't have any of that here, sorry. I gave it up months ago. Uhh, there might be beer in the fridge..." She shifted, propping her leg up slightly against the counter as she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I've been working a lot lately so there hasn't been much need for food."
"You've seen mine. I eat out, and can barely cook." He reached in and found the beer and opened it before starting to drink it - even if he was underage by almost a year.
Chuckling, she hopped up on the counter and drummed her fingers over the surface. "Have you ever fucked in a kitchen, Sam?"
He nearly choked on his beer. "No... no can't say that I have. Dorms don't tend to have kitchens."
Licking her lips slowly, Anna tilted her head back and let the robe begin to slide down her shoulders slowly.
"We got delivery coming," Sam said, laughing a bit as he watched her.
"How about after we eat, then?" She laughed, crossing her legs and just like that there was a knock on the door.
"Sure, as long as you don't kill the delivery guy looking like that and we have to deal with a coroner." Because it was her place and he wasn't going to answer the door.
Hopping off the counter, she grabbed some cash from her wallet on the kitchen table and fixed her robe before opening the door. She thanked the delivery kid and paid him, kicking the door shut behind her. "What do you mean kill the delivery guy looking like this?"
"Die of happiness." Sam started to unpack the containers, looking for his food. "Not often a girl in only a bathrobe answers the door."
Letting out a laugh, she pushed her hair off of her shoulders and snatched her container of rice. Digging in with chopsticks, she ate easily.
Sam smiled and helped himself, using the chopsticks as well to start on his food. He was starving and ate fast, like any young man tended to do.
Taking a moment just to watch, she chuckled and shook her head. "Slow down, kid. You'll get sick if you eat like that."
"So you'd rather me take my time?" He smirked, putting his container down on the table to grab his beer and take a sip.
Anna kept eating at a steady pace, smirking back at him. "If it means you don't get sick and throw up on me next time we fuck, then yeah."
He chuckled, but slowed down. She had a point, after all. When he was finished, he put the container down again, then walked over to where she was on the counter. "Now, you were saying..."
Grinning, she pushed her take-out off to the side and out of the way. "I was asking if you've ever fucked in a kitchen, Sam."
"And I said no." He put his hands on either side of her hips. There was one problem - the counter was actually just a bit lower than his hips.
"Do you want to?" She purred coyly, shrugging her shoulders slightly so her robe began to slide down her arms. Spreading her legs, the fabric bunched up around her hips and gave the young intern a peek at her bare thighs.
"I think I'm a bit too tall to do what you want." He thought for a moment about something his brother had bragged about once. Something about eating at the bar. "Though I might have an idea."
Brow arching, she tapped her fingertips along the edges of the counter. "Oh?"
He brought a chair back to the bar, turning it backwards and propping it right under her thighs. "Come here," he said, pulling her hips to the edge, then sat down in the chair. Now that was a better angle. "I think I'm still a bit hungry after all," he gave her a devilish smirk.
Watching him, she canted her head in slight confusion before she heard him speak. Her only response was a grin while she spread her legs wide for Sam.
With that kind of invitation, there was nothing else he could do but dive right in and enjoy himself. Which he did with vigor and trying out things that his roommates had told him to try if he ever got into this kind of a situation.
Anna was all for experimentation, as long as it was enjoyable and with Sam it was almost guaranteed. She encouraged him with small gasps and breathy moans when he did things she liked, and curled her fingers in his hair when he really drove her wild.
Sam just smiled to himself as he pulled back and went to kiss her after she had orgasmed, knowing that this was just the beginning. Suddenly he was very happy that he had chosen New York over California for college. And to think he still had a year left, and if this was just the beginning of his summer, he could only imagine what the cold New York winter would bring.
As she came down from her climax, she sighed happily and tilted her head. "I am so glad you came by the precinct tonight."
"Me too. I'll have to do it again soon."
Fixing her robe and sliding off the counter, she wrapped her arms around Sam's waist and smiled up at him softly. "I'd like that."
"How's tomorrow sound?"
Backing towards the bedroom with a slight yawn, she tugged Sam along and nodded. "Though you won't have to check the precinct. My weekend off." Grinning, she pulled the covers back on her bed and took off her robe.
He just smirked and followed. "Well, then I guess I'm here for the next few days. It's just too hot to really go home right now."
Crawling into bed, she waited for Sam to climb in before curling up against him. "No objections here, Mr. Winchester."
"I've never seen this woman, detectives. I'm sorry you had to come all the way out here for nothing, but I've got clients waiting on my calls and a court date in a few hours. Now if that's all..." The head of the law firm waved dismissively, shooting a displeased look at the two dark-haired female detectives.
"See, Mr. Stratford, that's where we know you're full of shit." The taller, older woman slammed a few photos of a dead girl on his desk before placing down a very compromising surveillance photo from an elevator. "See this? This is from the security camera in this very building's elevator."
The other detective had been walking around the office, touching various books and studying things before turning and chiming in. "What Detective Beretti is trying to say is that your wife wouldn't approve of you committing statutory rape in your office. And a divorce would look very bad for your firm's reputation as a -- clean, wholesome business. What we have here is motive. I would caution you against lying to us further." Anna pushed her glasses further up her nose and gave Mr. Stanton a pointed look, turning as she heard the door open.
And in the doorway stood a six foot two beanpole in a button down shirt that hung on his body as he carried a handful of expanding folders. "Sir, I got the briefings... oh, I'm sorry." His eyes opened wide. "I didn't... I thought we were supposed to work on this case now..." He looked at the two women, then Mr. Stratford with a confused look.
"Just set them on my desk for now and we'll get to them after I've finished here." Stratford grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Anna sent her partner a look and Beretti nodded -- Anna would have a nice little chat with the beanpole intern.
"OH... ok." He put the files down, then of course one started to slide and he had to reach for it to stop it before it ended up on the floor. Once it was settled and not going anywhere, he looked at the people in the room. "I can get coffee... or something...?"
And this was Anna's cue to work her magic. "Could you show me where your restrooms are?" She smiled kindly at Sam and nodded briefly to her partner.
"Uh, sure. It's this way." Sam pointed his thumb towards the door he had come in.
"Walk with me?" She said as she took Sam's arm and gently led him out of the office while Beretti gave Stratford the staredown.
"You got about ten seconds to explain to me why I shouldn't get a subpoena to search your home, office, and car for evidence relating to this girl's death."
Once outside the office, Anna glanced up - and up, and up - at the young intern and let go of his arm. "What's your name?"
"Sam." Last names were only offered when asked for them. Rule #... something in the Winchester family. "You're not a client, are you?"
Shaking her head, she pulled out her badge and flashed it at Sam. Most people didn't see her as a cop until the badge came out. But hey, she'd been called in early this morning on secondary on-call so she'd only had time to grab jeans and a green button-up blouse. Her gun sat on her hip, and she was intrigued at the fact Sam hadn't seemed to notice. "Detective Anna Morasca. Sam, I need your last name and to ask you a few questions."
It wasn't that he hadn't noticed. Sam tended to be pretty observant. Just that he didn't want to act like he had seen it. Dumb kids got left alone by the cops. "Did Mr. Stratford get accused of doing something wrong?" He was a good little law student. You were accused. Not having done anything.
Brow arching, she studied him carefully and smirked a little. "We're investigating him for murder. Has Stratford been acting unusual lately?"
He shook his head, frowning. "No, but I've only been here two weeks. Summer intern, ya know. I'm taking classes down at NYU at the same time."
"Good school. I'm an alumni actually." Hearing footsteps approaching from the office, she pulled a card from her back pocket and gave it to Sam. "If you think of anything, give me a call."
Sam took the card and slipped it into a pocket. "I will. Thanks, Detective." He gave her a small smile.
Nodding, she started to walk away, but turned and glanced at him over her shoulder. "Sam, your last name?"
He gave her a look. It was a cute one, one of a 20-year-old boy looking at a very hot woman in very tight jeans. "You're the detective. Figure it out. That way maybe I can see you again."
Arching a brow, she chuckled and licked her lips. "Oh, I always get my man. Don't you worry about that. I'll be seeing you soon, Sam." And with that, she turned on her heel and sauntered out of the office with her partner in tow.
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After getting the okay from Mac to go home for the night, Anna printed off the information she'd found on Sam Winchester and decided to pay him a visit. She was relatively sure he didn't know anything pertinent to the investigation but there was something about him that made her decide it warranted a much closer (albeit off-the-clock) look. Still dressed in the same clothes as she'd been in earlier, she made her way to his apartment and knocked on the door.
Sam heard the knock at the door, then looked at the clock. It was still pretty early, almost dinner time (at least in his world), and he was busy studying for a test the next afternoon. There was only a few people who knew where he was - one of which won't care less and another who he hadn't seen in a year anyway and preferred to call when possible - so it only left someone from work, or someone who was taking an interest in him.
He had spent the afternoon making sure all his little "occult" objects were hidden in the floorboards, as well as the two guns and the assortment of knives. He had put the silver knife in the kitchen junk drawer, though.
Salt lines were hidden under duct tape on the windows and doors, so he didn't have to worry about explaining them. A trick that he had discovered his freshman year. Also kept him able to open his windows for the first time in most of his life and enjoy a breeze in the bedroom. And in this apartment, it got so hot he needed all the air he could manage.
Bending down to look out the peephole, Sam smiled at seeing the detective. Then he opened the door a bit, leaving the chain on so it only opened a crack. "I'm impressed. Only took four hours."
"Like I said, I always get my man. May I come in, Mr. Winchester?" Anna smirked, hand on her hip as she looked up at him.
Surprisingly, the gun didn't scare him. There were things in the world a lot scarier than a gun. "Give me a sec." He closed the door, and she would hear the sound of the chain being undone before he opened the door up wider so she would be able to walk in. "You're welcome to, but there's not a lot of room. Can't really afford too much in this city when you're a student and intern."
Chuckling as she stepped inside and took a good thorough look around, she nodded. "Oh, trust me. It doesn't get any easier being a civil servant with two bachelor's degrees." Fanning herself, she undid the top two buttons of her shirt - revealing the edges of a black lace bra in the process. Call it the summer heat, but she was feeling frisky.
He closed the door behind her, then turned to see her unbuttoning her shirt. He might have blushed just a bit. "Could I get you something cold to drink? This place heats up pretty quickly."
"Ice water would be great." She fought a smirk at his blush and continued fanning herself after taking off her glasses and letting them hang from her blouse.
He went into the kitchen, which would be a miracle for him to move around if he actually tried to cook for himself. However, it was obvious he didn't from the take-out containers in the garbage and the fridge. He did, however, have a Brita jug that he pulled out and poured her some water after putting ice into the dixie cup. "So do you have more questions for me?"
"Yes. Were you at all aware that your boss was having an affair with a 16-year-old girl named Chelsea Palmer?" Walking into the kitchen, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the counter, giving her breasts a nice lift in the process.
"...Ew. No, but like I said, I've only been there two weeks, and I've been passed around to all the partners like a pledge trying to get into a fraternity. Complete with the hazing."
"Have you heard any office gossip about your boss? Perhaps witnessed an unexpected visit from an upset wife?" Brows knitting, she took the cup from Sam and took a drink of the water. Now she was just getting frustrated.
"Can't say I have. He's been working on a case late at night after I left, but that's all I know. I was going to learn about some of the legal briefings today from that case when you guys showed up." Some condensation was dripping off the cup and down her shirt. He was staring.
Oh, she noticed, and of course that led her to shift the cup against the side of her neck, sighing contentedly. "You should invest in a fan, Mr. Winchester. The heat can become absolutely unbearable around this time of year." Tilting her head, she let her hair spill off her shoulders as she closed her eyes and let the condensation drip down her skin.
"I can't afford the electric bills. Instead I just take a lot of cold showers and sleep naked at night. Works about the same." Oh yes, two could play at this game.
Chuckling, she set the cup down on the counter and nodded. "It would give the water heater a nice vacation." Crossing over to Sam, she 'accidentally' wedged herself between Sam and the kitchen counter. "Oops. This place is smaller than I thought." She cast an innocent look his way and bit her lip. "Well, that's all the questions I have for you."
Sam pressed himself against the fridge to let her by. "Are you sure?"
"Unless you think there's somethin' else I need to know, that's it. I won't take up any more of your time. You're going to be a very busy intern."
"Going to be a lawyer. Have to get used to it." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You wouldn't happen to be hungry at all? I was just about to heat something up for dinner..."
This got an amused smile from the young detective, who stepped in closer to Sam - effectively trapping him between herself and the fridge. "Sam Winchester, are you asking me out?"
The closeness made him stand just a bit taller to press back a bit. "No, just stating what I was going to do and offering you the chance to join in case you're hungry. That's all."
"Mmm, too bad. Because I would've been amazing." She purred as she got on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against Sam's ear. "Call me if you think of anything." With that, she pulled back and turned to head out.
Sam licked his lips, watching her go with a smirk. No, he'd let her go right now. But he'd find her again. After all... he was a hunter.
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He waited outside the Precinct two days later, sipping on a frappachino as he watched the officers going in and out of the station. He had seen her arrive for her shift in a certain car, and was sitting on the bumper of it now as she walked out. He smiled at her around the edge of his straw. "Hey."
Blinking, Anna peered at Sam over her sunglasses. "Mr. Winchester, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" It wasn't that she wasn't pleased to see him, it just caught her off-guard, and after a rough day at work she just wanted to go home.
"Well, you told me to call if I thought of anything. And I was walking by and thought of something, and figured I would wait to tell you."
"Alright, what do you got for me?" She asked as she unlocked the car and opened the door to roll the windows down. Today's clothes consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. A few beads of sweat rolled down her face.
"I was thinking that if I was going to ask you out on a date, I wouldn't know the first thing about where to take you. So you'd have to tell me where to go." He then sipped his drink innocently.
Blinking, Anna laughed and opened the car door. "Well why don't you hop in and let me show you." Smirking she slid into her seat and buckled in, starting the car right away.
Sam thought for a moment, then shrugged and walked around to the other side to car. "Since you're an officer of the law, I don't have to worry about you kidnapping me, do I?" He grinned and got in, amazingly finding a way to fold his long legs up in the small space of the front seat.
"Oh, I think you'd have more pressing things to worry about." Anna replied seductively, throwing the car into reverse and making the drive to her East Village apartment building and parking in the shade. "How do you feel about stairs?" She asked as she got out of the car and headed inside the building.
"Depends on how many," he stated, looking at the building.
Holding the door open she chuckled. "Only three flights. But with your long legs it shouldn't be a problem." And with that, she began darting up the stairs.
He laughed, chasing her up, taking the steps two at a time easily. "So is there a restaurant at the top of this place?" he asked as he followed her.
"God, no." She smirked, unlocking the door to her apartment once they reached the third floor. Anna shuffled Sam inside and locked the door behind them before kicking off her heels. And suddenly, she shoved Sam up against the wall and gazed at him intensely.
He hadn't been expecting that, and his eyes widened a bit after the momentarily double vision passed from his head hitting the wall. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No. But I'm wondering why it's takin' you so long to kiss me, handsome."
"You're the one who threw me into the wall. Isn't that supposed to be your move then?"
Smirking, she got on her tiptoes, her lips just barely brushing against Sam's. "You make a very good point. But I think the ball's in your court now." She whispered and let go of him, backing up just slightly.
He thought a moment. It wasn't like he was in a relationship. Sure, there was a girl at school in some of his classes he had the hots for - Jessica Moore - but she was with another guy when the semester ended and he didn't dare make a move. It was uncool.
So there was nothing stopping him from grabbing her forearms and pulling her back up onto her toes so he could kiss her properly.
"Mmm." She sighed happily into the kiss, tugging him against her more as she turned and started backing them away from the door -- and ironically enough into another wall. As her back brushed against the hard surface she reached down and removed her gun holster from her hip, setting it aside on the end table beside her. Then her badge, and her belt, and finally her cuffs.
Once she was lighter, Sam lifted her a bit, wrapping her legs around his waist so she was higher up and easier to kiss. His fingers massaged her ass as he pressed up against her.
Anna groaned in approval, kissing him more forcefully. The kid was a lanky little beanpole but god he knew how to kiss, and she was sure he was properly equipped for all sorts of fun. It had been too long since she'd had this kind of contact and oh, she was going to make it last. Her hands slid down his back, until they reached the hem of his shirt.
Sam had only been in "the game" for about three years now, but college had taught him a thing or two. And Sam - was a good student and loved to learn more. He grinned, moving his arms back to help pull his shirt off over his head before his lips went to her neck, finding her pulse point and sucking there hard.
Her hands immediately went to roam over his chest, memorizing every inch of available muscle and skin. Anna gasped, letting out a long groan as Sam attacked her favorite spot and she hooked her legs tighter around him to anchor herself.
There wasn't a lot of bulk there, but every inch of the beanpole was pure muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him, except for a tiny bit around his stomach from the fast food. He had gotten lax on his sit-ups since getting to New York. When she tightened her legs he groaned against her skin. She'd be able to feel just what she was doing to him and how much he appreciated it.
"God..." She murmured and kissed his temple, grinding her hips against his growing bulge. "So hot in here..."
"Maybe you should invest in a fan," he joked, grinding back as his fingers worked at getting under her shirt to feel the hot skin of her stomach.
Chuckling, she arched into his touch and pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing an expanse of toned, bronze skin contrasted by the silky white bra cupping her breasts. "I just take lots of cold showers and sleep naked."
"Funny, I have a feeling we might be needing to do those together," Sam smirked as his hand moved to cup the silk covered breast near it, squeezing as he kissed the shoulder above it.
"Mmm, I'm inclined to a-agree..." She trailed off and dipped her head, kissing down Sam's neck - nipping roughly in some spots before soothing the marks with her tongue.
He grinned, pressing up against her hard, switching breasts as he did so. "Good thing it's Friday. No morning classes."
Chuckling, she nodded and slid her hands down to his hips and began to undo his pants before sneaking her hand between the jeans and his boxers to tease him with a few slow strokes. "Picked the right day -- it's my weekend off."
He leaned his head back, groaning at her touch. "Lucky me."
Kissing his neck softly, Anna continued stroking Sam's bulge - using the fabric of his boxers to add friction and make the touch all the more pleasurable. "You have experience with sex, Sam?"
He groaned, tilting his head to give her more access as his hips pressed forward into her hand. "Enough. But I'm a good student."
Chuckling against his neck, she shifted and pulled her hand out from his pants. "Mmm, and I am a very willing teacher..." In a very fluid, controlled motion she shifted to reach below her locked legs, pushing Sam's jeans down as much as she could in this position.
That maneuver shocked him, and he felt a bit weird standing there with this hot detective who had been grilling him just the day before - him in his boxers and her almost fully dressed. He didn't really know what to do, but it felt good and she wasn't complaining. "So what should I do next, teacher?"
See now Anna had never been very good at (or comfortable with) voicing her wants and needs when it came down to sex, but seeing as for once she was the most experienced person in the room? This would probably make it easier on the both of them. "Let's get rid of this first..." And there went those hands, disappearing behind her back and within seconds the bra was falling off her chest, exposing her breasts fully before being thrown to the floor.
"Now, I think the best way to learn is to explore... find out where a woman likes to be touched. Those spots that can drive her into a complete state of ecstasy."
His eyes were locked onto her breasts. His hand came up, gently massaging them. Testing them until his touches got a bit firmer, more massage like and then his thumb and forefinger went to play with the nipple. All the while he watched, but kissed her shoulder and neck to keep the contact there.
This earned him a long, breathy sort of moan from Anna and she ran her fingers through his hair in a show of approval. "Mmm, yeah... I like that."
He smiled, then lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth eagerly.
"Oh..." Anna groaned loudly and grasped at Sam's shoulders, locking her legs tighter around his hips and grinding herself against him.
He groaned against her breast, his knees buckling at the feel of her. If she kept that up, he wouldn't be able to keep them standing for too much longer.
"Couch... right now." She murmured against his neck as she raked her nails down his back to stress the urgency.
He pulled her away from the wall, his hands supporting her to keep her around his waist. He wasn't able to walk though with his pants at his ankles and his boots still on, and so they sorta fell onto the couch. "Sorry," he panted, his feet working to kick the boots and jeans off.
"Don't be." She smirked, sitting up on top of him and teasing her fingers along the waistband of Sam's boxers after the pants and shoes were off. But then she noticed she still had those achingly tight jeans on her body and before she removed her hands from Sam's skin, she glanced down at her hips. She would be more than happy to let him take those jeans off of her.
Sam's hands had noticed, and as she sat on top of him, they run up along her thighs, on the outside going down from her hips, and then the inside as he started to run them back up. His hands stopped at the button and zipper, and he started to undo them while looking up at her to make sure it was ok.
Meeting his gaze, she nodded, arching up above his hips to make it easier to get the jeans off her hips.
He did just that, tossing them to join his jeans on the floor, then he pulled her closer as his hips moved up to press against her while his hands roamed up her sides.
"Mmm, get your fill, Sam... I can go all night." She purred seductively, leaning over Sam and kissing down his chest slowly.
"All night?" he asked, closing his eyes as his body arched to meet her lips. His hands went back down to her waist, guiding her to grind against him again.
"Maybe not all night if you're as good in bed as I think you're going to be... but I can be quite insatiable." Chuckling, she rolled her hips into him -- a move somewhat reminiscent of a belly dancer's routine.
Sam groaned again, his head falling back. Could probably explain why she went after him - younger guys lasted longer and were good at staying up all night. Sam hoped he could live up to what she wanted from him. God, he really hoped he could.
It was odd for Anna to be this sexually assertive, and even more odd for her to actually go after someone who was (a) four years younger than her and (b) someone she'd just met. But this kid -- there was something in his eyes that caught her attention. And right then, she went still and was hit by the gravity of her actions.
Sam's eyes opened a bit wider, concerned. "You ok?"
"Shit." She hung her head, sighing heavily. "You wanna do this, kid? Cause I want to, but only if you really wanna do this. I don't wanna take advantage of you."
He chuckled, his eyes having shifted from being a confused "kid" to having a mischievous glint to them. The Winchester smirk was on his lips. "If I didn't want to, I would have let you know." He pushed himself up with his arms so he could be face to face with her. "After all, I'm the one who hunted you down today."
"True... oh, I enjoyed the hunt." And there it was, that bold, confident, sexy little spitfire of a woman. Leaning in with replenished fervor, she pressed a bruising kiss to Sam's lips while she slid a hand into his hair to keep him close.
One arm came up to grab the back of her neck, guiding her back down as he stretched out on the couch. His hips ground back up into her to match the thrust of his tongue in her mouth.
Bracing herself over either side of his shoulders, she rolled her hips back in time with his. Meanwhile, her tongue slid against Sam's, bringing their tongues into a rough, sensual dance.
"Shit... I don't have a condom," Sam growled softly as they took a moment to breathe, wanting to move to the next step and realizing he couldn't.
"Bedroom. I have some there from my last boyfriend." She sighed, dragging her nails over Sam's chest.
"Then... ahhh, you're gonna have to get off me," Sam moaned as his hips moved up against hers again.
Keening in regret, she slid off of Sam and helped him to his feet before leading him into her bedroom and pulling open her nightstand drawer for Sam to pick a condom.
"I take it you were a girl scout," he commented, grabbing one that he knew would work, then pushed her back on the bed as he slipped out of his boxers.
Falling back on the bed with a quiet oof, Anna licked her lips as she watched Sam's boxers drop. The smirk on her lips was a good indicator of her approval and she crooked a finger his way. "Actually no. I just don't like men trying to have unprotected sex with me because they forgot a condom."
He got onto the bed and crawled towards her. "And that's why you make sure you have every shape and size available? Just so you're always covered."
"I prefer not to risk it."
"Good plan," he said, and then he was kissing her again, leaning over her and moving himself between her legs.
"You still ready for me, baby?" She purred, hooking a leg around the back of Sam's thigh, sliding her foot up his calf while arching her back.
"Maybe. You want to check?" He gave her a teasing smile. "After all, you seem to know what you want..."
Moaning softly, she slid a hand between them and trailed her fingers up and down his length, shivering in anticipation - he was bigger than she was used to and she was tight from months of celibacy. "Oh... I do know what I want. I want you inside me, Sam." Taking a deep breath, she slid her hand up his chest and opened her legs for him. There was no doubt that she wanted this - she was dripping wet at this point and aching to be satisfied.
"Then I guess I have to otherwise you'll arrest me for resisting an officer," Sam let his hand slide down to guide his shaft into her, and she was so wet that he slid almost all the way in on the first stroke. He closed his eyes and groaned, holding himself there for a moment and just savoring her tightness.
"I don't use the cuffs on the first--" She moaned loudly and bit her nails into his shoulders as she clamped around his cock and relaxed while he stretched her out. Her lips sought out Sam's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin over his pulse point. He was going to drive her crazy, she could feel it.
"Good to know." Slowly he pulled out, then pushed himself back in hard and fast. He groaned, loving the feel of her under him. The power he had was giving him a bit of a head rush because she was the authority figure and if she knew who he really was? Yeah, he was going to enjoy this as he started to pull out again nice and slow...
"Fuck..." She groaned, hooking her very flexible legs around Sam's waist as he thrust in, biting down on his neck just to keep her head from spinning. Right now Anna wasn't a lonely, workaholic homicide detective and Sam wasn't a young intern at the same law firm as her murder suspect. They were two consenting adults who wanted a night of pleasure in the midst of all the chaos in their daily lives.
He groaned as she bit his neck, making that thrust just a bit harder. He started to speed up, just wanting to feel her squirm more as he obeyed her "order" and started to "fuck" her. His lips found her shoulder and he kissed her, unable to hunch down enough to find another piece of flesh for his lips instead.
Her hips bucked up as he sped up and she cried out as her hands went over her head to grasp at her pillows. "Oh!" Tightening her legs around his hips, she pulled herself against Sam's hips roughly, panting heavily. Oh, this could be the death of her.
After a few more strokes he knew he needed a different angle. He shifted, kneeling up on the bed and let his hands grab her hips, rotating his own a bit as he continued to press into her over and over again. He closed his eyes, head leaned back as he panted and groaned, fingertips digging into her skin. "Oh god..." he moaned, knowing he was getting close.
"So close... fuck... feels so good, Sam." She panted, propping up on her elbows and arching her back so her hips were at an angle for better penetration and all she could think about was getting him to do this until they couldn't move anymore.
One of his hands slipped to the small of her back, lifting her just a bit more as he leaned over her body. He felt his shaft rub along her lips at this angle, knowing it was also hitting her clitoris. His old girlfriend loved it when he did that: at least that was what he got from her screams. "Almost there... come on..."
"Oh God, yes!" She screamed, knuckles turning white from fisting the sheets as she came and clamped down around Sam's cock to ride out the orgasm while her entire body shook.
Her tightening around him set Sam's orgasm off. He groaned, his eyes shut tight as he slammed his hips up into hers as he came, and each thrust matched a spasm until he was drained dry and just stayed deep in her, feeling her walls continue to milk him as he panted for breath.
Collapsing back onto the sheets, Anna purred happily and brushed some hair away from her breasts while she licked her lips and caught her breath. Reaching forward, she began walking her fingers up Sam's chest, enjoying the view she had.
He chuckled deep in his throat, then leaned forward to support himself above her, hands on either side of her head as he looked down at her. His floppy hair threw wet bangs over his forehead. "I take it you enjoyed that?" he said with a smirk.
"Mmm, yeah. You?" She chuckled and propped up to engage Sam in a slow, sensual kiss while she brushed Sam's bangs from his forehead. And she was beginning to wonder how long his recovery time was because she was on her way to being ready for round two.
"Oh yeah." He would be ready with just a bit of teasing. So he maneuvered easily to roll onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
Throwing her head back with a low, sensual laugh she raked her nails over his chest while she followed the motion with light kisses. And there she went, heading farther south until she was straddling Sam's knees and her lips were sweeping across the skin just above Sam's cock.
Sam groaned loudly, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. His hand went reflexively on top of her head, playing with her hair.
And begin the teasing. Glancing up at Sam, she flicked her tongue against the head before slowly taking it into her mouth as much as she could while her hands rubbed the insides of his thighs.
His hips thrust up at her mouth, his back arching and his fingers clenched her hair. "Oh yeah..." He muttered with a happy purr.
Humming around him, she pulled back and flicked her tongue along the shaft before flicking it against the head once more. "You ready for more, Sam?" Purring, she sat back on her knees and crooked a finger at him.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and chuckled. "Looks like it. I'm sure I can take whatever you throw at me."
"Get another condom and move your sweet little ass over here." Smirking, she slid off the bed, standing at the foot and running her hands over her breasts as she waited.
He raised an eyebrow, but did as she asked and got another one from her drawer, slipping it on as he started over to her. "What do you have in mind?"
Pushing her hair away from her back, she glanced at Sam over her shoulder, signalling him without words to approach her from behind while her hands slid down between her own thighs.
He got the idea, leaning over her from behind. But he didn't push into her, instead letting his hands wander over her breasts as he kissed her shoulder.
"I like that." Purring softly, she tilted her head to the side and reached back with one hand to run her fingers through Sam's hair.
"So do I." His hands squeezed and teased her nipples, then one hand slid down her stomach and cupped her sex, finding her clit and teasing it with his middle finger.
Shivering in anticipation she bit her lip and let her head fall back against Sam's chest while grinding her ass back against him.
He groaned, then his lips found her ear and nibbled on the lobe. "You know, last night I dreamed I had you like this across the hood of a police car," he whispered in her ear. He felt silly admitting the dream he had, but thought she might enjoy hearing about it now.
His words got a long, low moan from Anna as she arched her back. "Tell me how you fucked me."
"Sure you wanna know?" he asked, his teeth grazing the skin on her ear.
Shuddering she nodded and bit her nails into the back of Sam's head. "God, yes... I want to know every dirty little detail."
"First thing I did was this." His hand left her breast, going up to her shoulder and then he roughly pushed her body down onto the bed. His hand then went to her back, bracing himself to keep her from getting up. He leaned over her, his hips thrusting against her ass. "I threw you down over the hood nice and hard, making sure you knew I was in charge."
Grunting, Anna nodded and gripped the blanket loosely. "You're in charge now, Sam."
"Then I tell you to spread them because you've been bad, and you're under arrest and I need to pat you down." His finger wiggled along her clit. "All over. In case you're hiding something in places I wouldn't be able to find." The finger then slid into her, curling.
"Oh-" She choked on a whimper as she pushed back against Sam's finger and her own fingers curled tighter around the blanket.
His hand went to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back a bit. "And of course, you have the right to remain silent." He kissed her hard as he took his finger out, then replaced it with something much thicker and harder in one forceful thrust.
The sound of Anna's happy cry was muffled by Sam's lips. Her back arched to push herself down onto his cock more in response, while the pleasure shot up her spine.
His fingers tightened in her hair more as he pulled her head back. "Did I say you could get up?" he stated, his elbow pushing her body back against the bed as his hips started to move fast into her. He made sure her hip was pressed against the bed enough that her pelvis was rubbing against the edge of the mattress each time he thrust into her.
"Fuck!" She whimpered as she clutched the blanket, moaning in time with each thrust. She thought to herself that she might have bruises at the end of the night, but it was fleeting.
He slid her further along the bed until her feet were no longer on the floor, but hovering just inches off it. Then his free hand lifted her hips up a bit more against him, taking her stomach off the bed as well, keeping only her upper body and head in the mattress as he kept thrusting deep into her.
"This how you fucked me-- in- in your dream, Sam?" She moaned seductively as she milked him with her inner muscles on each thrust, knuckles becoming white from her grip.
He leaned down over her body, and there was a smirk on his lips. "Close enough. What, I don't look like the type to have fantasies like this?" Sam, of course, would always blame Dean for his kinkier moments. He couldn't help the kind of porn his brother bought and hid under the mattresses.
"That innocent little face of yours-- oh, god..." She cried out and bucked against Sam, ready to come with the right angle of penetration.
"You should know better than to judge a book... by it's... cover..." he groaned, feeling her tighten and him being so close. He shifted them just a bit, pushing her further onto the bed so that he could let go of her hips with one hand and grab her hair again. "Come on, I can feel you're close..."
That hand in her hair and his words in her ear got her to cry out as she bucked back and finally came - moaning happily as she slumped forward against the bed.
He cried out as he came with her, the room going white for a moment with the power of his orgasm before he stretched out along her back, panting hard. "Damn..." he muttered, his lips pressing against her back.
"Mmm yeah." She turned her head to the side and kissed his cheek. After a minute her lips curled up into a smirk. "So, was that better than your dream?"
"Mmhmm," he moaned softly, pulling out of her and curling up on his side. His arms pulled her in close to him. "So much better."
Chuckling, she kissed Sam and nodded down at the condom he was still wearing. "Don't get too comfortable yet, cowboy."
"Need time to recharge. Food, shower."
"Just get rid of the dirty one and you can come back to bed and rest." She said with a chuckle, propping up on an elbow to look at him. Her smaller frame curled beside him was coated with a thin layer of sweat, moonlight reflecting off the sweat on her chest as it rose and fell with her breath.
Sam sighed. He reached down and got it off, putting it in the trash basket near the bed. "Can't move anyway."
"Lay your weary head to rest." She purred softly, fingers combing through his hair as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"...don't you cry no more..." He muttered softly, curling up against her.
Smiling, she shifted to pull the covers up over them and let Sam rest his head over her heart while she hummed the song in question under her breath - sweetly, softly.
After about a half hour he yawned, having drifted off there for a bit. He groaned, curling more into the soft, warm body he was with, not fully up yet. At least not the big brain.
Smiling, Anna ran her fingers through Sam's hair with one hand while the other trailed lightly down his back. She'd been awake the entire time, not wanting to wake the young intern in her arms. Who was she to keep him awake after the mind blowing sex they'd had?
He slowly opened his eyes, then smiled. "So I'm still here..."
Blinking, she canted her head to look at him in confusion. "Why wouldn't you be?"
"Too good to be real."
There it was, the faintest hint of a blush spread across her cheeks as she smiled. "It's real, alright."
He smiled at her, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "I'm starving," he said softly, making to sit up.
Sitting up, Anna chuckled and slid off the bed to grab a black silk robe off her chair. Sliding it on and tying it closed, she motioned for Sam to follow her into the kitchen. "There's not much here but you're welcome to anythin' you see." One look in her fridge would indicate she hadn't been grocery shopping in at least a few weeks.
Sam found his boxers and pulled them back on before following her. He looked in her cabinets and found nothing that was edible. "We're going to have to order something..."
"The beauty of living in New York City. You can order take-out at 1 AM." She chuckled and tossed Sam her phone, pointing to the pile of menus littering her kitchen table. "Take your pick."
He looked through the menus, then grabbed the Chinese one. It was his default food. "You want anything?"
"Fried rice and spicy chicken." She smiled sweetly, fluttering around the kitchen to find her kettle, fill it with water, and set it on the stove to boil.
Sam ordered it, as well as some dumplings and lo-mein for himself. Then he hung up. "$14 and change, be here in twenty."
Nodding, she adjusted the heat on the stove before leaning back against the counter. "Do you drink tea?"
"Not really. I'm a coffee person."
"I don't have any of that here, sorry. I gave it up months ago. Uhh, there might be beer in the fridge..." She shifted, propping her leg up slightly against the counter as she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I've been working a lot lately so there hasn't been much need for food."
"You've seen mine. I eat out, and can barely cook." He reached in and found the beer and opened it before starting to drink it - even if he was underage by almost a year.
Chuckling, she hopped up on the counter and drummed her fingers over the surface. "Have you ever fucked in a kitchen, Sam?"
He nearly choked on his beer. "No... no can't say that I have. Dorms don't tend to have kitchens."
Licking her lips slowly, Anna tilted her head back and let the robe begin to slide down her shoulders slowly.
"We got delivery coming," Sam said, laughing a bit as he watched her.
"How about after we eat, then?" She laughed, crossing her legs and just like that there was a knock on the door.
"Sure, as long as you don't kill the delivery guy looking like that and we have to deal with a coroner." Because it was her place and he wasn't going to answer the door.
Hopping off the counter, she grabbed some cash from her wallet on the kitchen table and fixed her robe before opening the door. She thanked the delivery kid and paid him, kicking the door shut behind her. "What do you mean kill the delivery guy looking like this?"
"Die of happiness." Sam started to unpack the containers, looking for his food. "Not often a girl in only a bathrobe answers the door."
Letting out a laugh, she pushed her hair off of her shoulders and snatched her container of rice. Digging in with chopsticks, she ate easily.
Sam smiled and helped himself, using the chopsticks as well to start on his food. He was starving and ate fast, like any young man tended to do.
Taking a moment just to watch, she chuckled and shook her head. "Slow down, kid. You'll get sick if you eat like that."
"So you'd rather me take my time?" He smirked, putting his container down on the table to grab his beer and take a sip.
Anna kept eating at a steady pace, smirking back at him. "If it means you don't get sick and throw up on me next time we fuck, then yeah."
He chuckled, but slowed down. She had a point, after all. When he was finished, he put the container down again, then walked over to where she was on the counter. "Now, you were saying..."
Grinning, she pushed her take-out off to the side and out of the way. "I was asking if you've ever fucked in a kitchen, Sam."
"And I said no." He put his hands on either side of her hips. There was one problem - the counter was actually just a bit lower than his hips.
"Do you want to?" She purred coyly, shrugging her shoulders slightly so her robe began to slide down her arms. Spreading her legs, the fabric bunched up around her hips and gave the young intern a peek at her bare thighs.
"I think I'm a bit too tall to do what you want." He thought for a moment about something his brother had bragged about once. Something about eating at the bar. "Though I might have an idea."
Brow arching, she tapped her fingertips along the edges of the counter. "Oh?"
He brought a chair back to the bar, turning it backwards and propping it right under her thighs. "Come here," he said, pulling her hips to the edge, then sat down in the chair. Now that was a better angle. "I think I'm still a bit hungry after all," he gave her a devilish smirk.
Watching him, she canted her head in slight confusion before she heard him speak. Her only response was a grin while she spread her legs wide for Sam.
With that kind of invitation, there was nothing else he could do but dive right in and enjoy himself. Which he did with vigor and trying out things that his roommates had told him to try if he ever got into this kind of a situation.
Anna was all for experimentation, as long as it was enjoyable and with Sam it was almost guaranteed. She encouraged him with small gasps and breathy moans when he did things she liked, and curled her fingers in his hair when he really drove her wild.
Sam just smiled to himself as he pulled back and went to kiss her after she had orgasmed, knowing that this was just the beginning. Suddenly he was very happy that he had chosen New York over California for college. And to think he still had a year left, and if this was just the beginning of his summer, he could only imagine what the cold New York winter would bring.
As she came down from her climax, she sighed happily and tilted her head. "I am so glad you came by the precinct tonight."
"Me too. I'll have to do it again soon."
Fixing her robe and sliding off the counter, she wrapped her arms around Sam's waist and smiled up at him softly. "I'd like that."
"How's tomorrow sound?"
Backing towards the bedroom with a slight yawn, she tugged Sam along and nodded. "Though you won't have to check the precinct. My weekend off." Grinning, she pulled the covers back on her bed and took off her robe.
He just smirked and followed. "Well, then I guess I'm here for the next few days. It's just too hot to really go home right now."
Crawling into bed, she waited for Sam to climb in before curling up against him. "No objections here, Mr. Winchester."