Title: The Sort of Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening That Would Have Robert Frost Spinning In His Grave.
Author:
annalazarusPairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Dean add to a room's history.
Notes: For
tvm, who loves the boys being schmoopy and dirty. Thanks to
monkiedude for her awesome and quick beta.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Making no money.
(
The snow came on quick... )
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i think i left my brain back in kansas, miss anna
hot and beautiful and i'll be DAMNED that this is my first head-toe fic and it's just...perfect.
"What are you talking about?" Sam said, trying for indignant but yawning halfway through. "I'm totally expecting a tip."
Dean chuckled. "Yeah, okay. I'll give you a tip: You might not want to sleep on that pillow. It's the one I had my feet on."
Sam flattened his lips and sighed loudly through his nose. He squirmed over until his head rested on Dean's pillow. "I'll just sleep here then," he muttered, reaching up to bury his fingers in Dean's hair.
"Yeah," Dean whispered, his palm kneading at Sam's hip. Dean may have added something else, but Sam was already sound asleep.
and
Sam closed his eyes, let Dean touch him, take his shirt off, brush their lips together. “You’re not subtle, you know,” Sam murmured into the kiss ( ... )
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You win. JESUS GOD.
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I have to tell you: I've had writer's block and have been angsting like whoa over all of my writing, and then you came along with your overwhelming love of all things porny and schmoopy about Sam/Dean, and I couldn't help but get caught up in your enthusiasm, and viola! A story! So thank you. :-)
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I love your description and setting, so adds to the hotdirtybadRIGHTness of the sexin'
“Oh god,” Dean groaned. “You cocksucking slut. Goddamn, oh, yeah, just like that.”
*whimpers*
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