"Pure Blood" (SPN AU Fic, Sam/OFC)
Title: Pure Blood
Author: anths_girl
Characters/Pairing: Sam/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Post apocalyptic AU one-shot (so far)
Warnings: Sex, y'all. DUH.Also some virgin defloration, and slight blood kink
Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to Kripke and The CW. Original character Alley is mine!
Summary: After encountering a band of rogue hunters, and being hurt in the consequent fight, Sam's traveling partner Alley has to help stitch him up. Months of pent-up feelings finally get the better of both of them in the process.
A/N: Hello *waves* Just a few things, before we dive in.This IS a stand-alone, and you don't need much info, other than it's post-apocalypse, AU. There's a few months worth of an established relationship between Sam and the OFC. Up to this point it's only been platonic, however.
Now re-posted AND beta'd - said beta-ing done by boltgirl426
Thanks a TON, Amie!
Remaining errors are mine!
* * * * *
"Oh... my God - there's so much blood."
"It's not all mine," Sam breathed.
He was watching Alley carefully, checking for signs of panic. She was shocked, definitely, but mostly worried. Concerned for him.
A brief wave of dizziness swept over him, causing him to sit down on the edge of the mattress unsteadily.
"Al... Alley - listen to me," Sam took her hand, pulling her near, "you're gonna have to - you need to stitch me up."
Alley shook her head vehemently, "No,oh God no - I can't. Please... I can't. I'll screw it up..." she continued to rant incoherently.
"Alley!" Sam raised his voice, yanking on her arm to get her to shut up. He gave her a stern look, "You have to do it. It's too deep, and I can't reach it myself. You have to do it, Al. I trust you, okay? I'll help you get everything ready, and I'll talk you through every second. Please?"
Alley looked like she was about to cry, but then her face set, and she nodded. Sam felt a fierce stab of pride and love for her.
He gave her instructions, preparing a needle and suturing in clear alcohol he'd managed to salvage from a doctor's office. Alley quickly became business-like, frown of concentration on her face as she looked around the room for the best place to do this. It was night time, and all they had by way of light were candles, and a single oil lamp.
"Okay - here," Alley said, placing the lamp on a rickety wooden table in the center of the room. She looked up at Sam, "Um... you're gonna have to stand - you're too tall, and I'll only really be able to reach if I'm... sitting down, or maybe..." she broke off, getting on her knees on one of the chairs by the table, "yes - like this.Okay,c'mon," she beckoned Sam over.
Sam walked over. Taking off his shirt was the first problem. Alley mewled in protest, her face just as pained as Sam's, when the dried blood stuck to the wound, pulling at it, fresh blood leaking out.
Alley breathed heavily, eyes on the cut, as Sam finally threw his shirt aside. "Shit - shit, shit, shit - this is gonna suck SO bad," she muttered worriedly.
Sam actually chuckled, hissing when the movement made the cut sting like a bitch, "You're telling me?Just... get it over with, Al."
Alley took a steadying breath, and nodded again. "Right. Okay."
It was, as expected, a long and harrowing process. Sam was, luckily, mostly distracted from the pain by Alley's animated curses, and the feel of her soft hands on his skin.
He suddenly became hyper aware of Alley's close proximity to... certain parts of him. The cut was hardly an inch above the waistband of his jeans, and Alley's head was mere inches from the cut, straining to see in the meager lighting.
Sam couldn't help but remember the reason why he'd come out of that fight alive - the one overwhelming thought that had been on his mind the whole time: That he'd wanted to get out of there in one piece, more than anything else, so he could see Alley again. Not just see her, but touch her, kiss her, finally...
Alley was completely ignorant to what was going on in Sam's head. However, the effects of what was going on in his head was not going to be so easy to hide, soon enough.
With every sting of the needle, and Alley's murmurings of comfort and apology, Sam could feel himself getting harder. He shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry... sorry," Alley hastily mumbled, thinking she'd hurt him.
Finally, it was over. Alley stood back, blood dripping from her hands. She held them up, like she didn't know what to do with them.
She was pale, trembling and drenched in sweat, like she'd just physically shared every second of his pain.
At that moment, Sam thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful. With that silly haphazard braid of hers, forever coming loose in strands that fell around her face. Her flesh colored tank top was smudged with blood stains - darker brown and fresh red - and smudges of that same blood on her one cheek. His blood.
Before Sam even realized, he'd taken hold of her wrist, and pulled her closer. He brought her hand to his mouth, and gently kissed the knuckles. Then he turned it over, unfolding her fingers, and kissed the palm of her hand. The tang and smell of blood was sharp, and Sam's dick twitched in response.
Not able to resist anymore, he drew two of her fingers into his mouth, sucking off the blood. The second the taste hit him, he groaned, hips thrusting instinctively, cock pulsing again.
The taste and smell of blood had always served to get somewhat of a... strange reaction from him. Even more so since... well...
Though this - this was different. There was no guilt, no self-loathing mixed in with his arousal. It was clean, pure pleasure. And love.
The second he pulled Alley's fingers from his mouth, he drew her in for a kiss. It took him several mindless seconds to realize Alley was tense in his arms, her mouth limp against his.
Pulling back, Sam looked at her worriedly. "What's wrong Al? Did I..."
"I can't... I mean... I don't know... oh GOD, help me," Alley curled her fingers into his shoulders, gripping desperately, "Show me how. Please?"
Of course, Alley had never done this before. Never done anything, before. That realization alone made Sam's heart clench painfully. Alley was his clean slate. His fresh start.
He wanted to make this good for her. He wanted to make it perfect.
Sam gently cupped Alley's face in his hands, adding to the blood stains already there. Neither of them seemed to mind much though.
He laid his mouth against hers again, going slow this time, goading her mouth open with his tongue. Alley hesitantly brushed her tongue against his, causing Sam to groan in approval. His hands migrated to her hips, pulling her harder against him.
Alley was a quick learner, if the way she was twining her tongue with his was any indication, sucking at it with murmurs of pleasure. He moved his hands from her hips, up across her waist. When he placed them over her breasts, kneading roughly, Alley moaned, shuddering.
Sam broke away from her, both of them panting for breath. Looking her in the eyes, his fingers found her hardened nipples through the thin material of her top. He pinched them, hard, twisting and rolling both between his fingers.
Alley gasped, closing her eyes and arching her back. Sam could feel himself pulsing in the confines of his jeans once more, getting even harder again, if it was at all possible. Alley's responsiveness to everything he did was just better than anything he could ever have imagined.
She might be a virgin, but she wasn't a little girl. Sam just instinctively knew she didn't want to be gentled and coddled. And he wasn't planning on doing either.
He squeezed at her nipples again, drawing another groan out of her. She was pawing desperately at his shoulders, pressing her crotch hard into Sam's thigh, riding herself out against him.
Sam snaked one hand down her belly, sliding under the waistband of her cargo pants, and into her underwear. Carefully, he eased a finger inside of her, watching the anguished mix of pleasure and pain on her face as he inevitably stretched her. God, she was so tight. He groaned, pushing deeper inside of her, thumb rubbing her clit.
With his free hand still fondling one breast, and his fingers working inside her, Alley didn't last long. She surprised Sam when she tightened around his fingers, rush of wetness as she came with a breathless cry, arching even closer to him, whimpering and shaking with aftershocks.
She was still trembling and gasping for breath, when Sam eased his hand out of her pants. He placed both hands under her ass,lifting her, Alley wrapping her legs around him for purchase. Sam cringed as his stitches pulled painfully. Though it was nothing in comparison to the insistent throbbing of his cock, at this point.
He deposited Alley onto the bare, stained mattress of the single bed. Standing back, he palmed the hard line of his trapped erection. He saw the way Alley's face tightened when her eyes followed the movement - a desperate, pained look. The sound she uttered said the same thing, keening deep in her throat.
Sam grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her closer. He unlaced her bonky men's biker boots, pulling them off and chucking them aside with loud thumps that echoed in the the bare, quiet room. Then he leaned closer, face twisting in pain once more as the movement put strain on his stitches, but he ignored it, gripping the waistband of Alley's pants, along with her underwear, and pulled it all off.
Getting onto the mattress on his knees, Sam crawled closer to Alley. He ran his hands over her bare legs, warming and soothing. His fingertips brushed the hem of her top. "Take this off?" he murmured, seeing the first sign of hesitation from Alley. He'd expected it, though. Always so shy, his girl, even after she'd come on his fingers mere minutes ago.
Sam figured perhaps a little incentive might help, so he backed away carefully, getting off the bed once more. Alley lifted onto her elbows, watching him warily. When he began undoing his jeans, Sam saw her breathing catch. Once he'd discarded both the jeans and his boxers, he just stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, giving Alley an expectant look.
She took a breath, and sat up straight. Her hands were trembling when she finally gripped the bottom of her top, and pulled it up over her head.
She was gorgeous in the candlelight - glowing, smooth skin and gentle curves. Though as much as Sam just wanted to take the time and stare at her, there were more immediate things to attend to. He crawled back onto the bed, holding a hand to his side, grimacing again. Alley's eyes softened in concern. "You shouldn't..." he silenced her with a fierce kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.
During the kiss, he maneuvered Alley onto her back once more. Sealing the kiss with a final bite to her bottom lip, he kissed across her jaw, down her neck towards her chest.
He took a nipple in his mouth, gently sucking, and felt Alley grasping him by the hair, tightening her grip so hard his eyes watered. He retaliated by biting down on her nipple, pinching the other with his free hand. Alley whimpered, restlessly moving her hips and thrusting against him for some kind of release.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Sam carefully moved further down again, grasping Alley's thighs. He lifted them towards her own body, spreading and opening her. And... this just wouldn't do. It was too dark, the feeble candlelight simply not enough.
Making a sudden decision, Sam again began backing off the bed. Alley lifted onto her elbows, letting out an honest-to-God, little-girl whine, causing Sam to smile at her. "Ssshh... it's okay - I'm not going anywhere," he comforted her. Using the opportunity to calm himself down a bit, too, he reached down, gripping the base of his painfully hard cock, squeezing roughly.
He took up the lantern from the table, carrying it with him as he went to settle back on the bed.
It was probably totally fucking insane of him. They were very possibly going to knock it over on the mattress, and burn the whole damn place down. But right now,he really didn't care. He wanted to see this. He wanted to see Alley. All of her. See her, feel her, taste her - just... everything.
Carefully placing the lantern down on the mattress beside them, Sam lowered himself between Alley's spread legs. He hooked an arm around her one thigh, firmly placing his forearm across her lower belly, holding her down.
Looking up at Alley's half-scared, flushed face one last time, Sam slowly bent his head towards her. He placed a gentle kiss right on the rise of her mound, pushing down harder with his forearm against her as she bucked her hips in shock.
His tongue found her slit, carefully opening her, licking at the hard nub in between. Alley cried out above him, the sound slightly muffled. Spurred on by her reaction, Sam continued his exploration, using his free hand to open her wider, fingers parting her already wet folds.
Changing from gentle licks to slightly sucking at her clit, he fingered at her entrance, careful not to breech, but testing her out. He moved his tongue there instead, feeling the way Alley's thighs tensed and trembled. When the tip of his tongue found it's way just inside, he felt it - the barrier of flesh inside of her.
Tightening his grip around her leg, holding her more securely, he pressed his tongue against that flesh, slicking it. Alley convulsively tried to close her thighs, crying out once more. She sounded desperate.
Sam lifted his head, then, to look at her. Her eyes were closed, both hands on her breasts, tweaking at her own nipples. And that did it.
He'd been holding back too long already, and the sight of Alley, blissed-out, touching herself while he'd been eating her out, was just too much. He hardly had time to take his cock in his hand, before it pulsed - once, twice, and he came all over the mattress, groaning loudly.
Alley's eyes were open now, watching Sam intently. She'd seen it happen. Sam felt momentarily embarrassed, though then Alley moaned, one hand moving between her own legs, touching tentatively. Sam groaned once more, hips stuttering. He really wasn't going to have much trouble getting hard again.
Alley lifted onto her elbows, eyes still burning into Sam's. Then she looked down to his hand, still gripping himself, sticky with his semen. She struggled upright clumsily, still awkward in her nudity, and reached out a shaky hand.
Sam met her halfway. He pinned her hand back to the mattress, shifting to a kneeling position. "Taste it," he told her, his voice croaking with need. Alley instinctively pulled away a bit, at first, when he brought his spunk-covered hand closer to her face. Though she allowed Sam to slip two of his fingers past her lips.
She grimaced, but then made a soft humming in the back of her throat, closing her eyes, a full-body shudder running through her. Gripping his wrist, she sucked harder on his fingers. When she opened her eyes again to look at him, Sam knew he'd been right: he WAS already getting hard again.
When Alley pulled his hand away from her mouth, she was breathless and trembling. "Please,I... want..." She didn't have to finish the thought.
Sam kissed her hard, in the same movement pulling her into his lap, so she straddled him.
He only broke the kiss when she was effectively wrapped around him. He slid a hand down her belly, rubbing into her wetness roughly, watching her close her eyes and bite her lip with a loud moan.
"Are you ready? You want this?" Alley nodded wordlessly. "Tell me, Al. Say it," Sam prompted again. Alley let out another of those sweet, childlike whining noises. "Yes. Please. I want..." she moved into Sam's hand, still stroking between her legs.
She opened her eyes, to look straight into his. "I want it - now. Do it."
Sam couldn't say no to that. He took hold of his by now once more fully hard cock, nudging the head against Alley's entrance.
She was slick and wet and ready, but it was gonna hurt her - a lot - nonetheless. Distracting her was probably the best idea, Sam thought vaguely. He nuzzled into her neck, then bit down on her earlobe before he began murmuring to her.
"How d'you want it, hmmm? You want it hard, don't you?" Alley shuddered, whimpering. Oh yeah - he was on the right track.
"Hard? That's it? You want me to hurt you, just a little? Like this?" He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly.
Alley threw her head back, almost screaming. At the exact same moment, Sam trusted hard, breaking into her in one swift move.
Her whole body convulsed in his arms, every muscle tightening together. Sam gritted his teeth as she clenched almost painfully tight around his cock inside if her as well. Like her body was fighting his intrusion, wanting to force him out.
He hushed her, holding her tightly against him, rubbing her back in a comforting gesture with one hand.
It took several minutes, before Sam could feel the slight change in Alley's body - inside and out - as she slowly began to relax. "That's it. Ssshh - that's good," he murmured in her ear, kissing her cheek, tasting the salt of tears on her skin.
Alley tightened the grip of her arms around his shoulders, then began a slow, careful gyration against him. It caused Sam to again grit his teeth once more, fighting the overwhelming urge to just come right then at the feeling of her tight heat around him.
He grasped her around the waist, slightly lifting her into him, changing the angle as he met her gentle movement with more forceful thrusting. Alley gasped, "Oh... that's... yeah," she muttered, head falling back.
Sam leaned in, and softly bit her lower lip, prompting her into a deep kiss. As they kissed, Alley moaned into his mouth, moving her hips more urgently. Moving one hand between their bellies, Sam began stroking her .She bucked hard, mouth breaking away from his as she let out a ragged little yelp.
It didn't take long. Alley clamped down on him with such intensity when she came, that she wrung his own climax from him almost instantly, vision blacking out with the force of it.
The first thing that he became aware of, hazy minutes later, was the feeling of Alley's warm breath in his neck. The fingers of his hand, still between their bodies, was slightly sticky. Bringing it up to the light, Sam was a little alarmed at the sight of blood.
He must have said something, because Alley's head came up with a questioning hum. Sam showed her. "Huh. We've both done our share of bleeding tonight then, I guess?"
* End *
A/N: In case anyone's interested, this is potentially part of a much longer, possible multi-chapter 'verse I've been playing around with in my head... Wherein Sam ASSUMES Dean is dead, he meets up with Alley, who doesn't speak a word to him at first. And there's a rotweiler called Jakes!
Also, some shameless pimping - go read my ongoing other SPN AU on my LJ!:
November Rain and Lightning Crashes
Author: anths_girl
Characters/Pairing: Sam/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Post apocalyptic AU one-shot (so far)
Warnings: Sex, y'all. DUH.Also some virgin defloration, and slight blood kink
Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to Kripke and The CW. Original character Alley is mine!
Summary: After encountering a band of rogue hunters, and being hurt in the consequent fight, Sam's traveling partner Alley has to help stitch him up. Months of pent-up feelings finally get the better of both of them in the process.
A/N: Hello *waves* Just a few things, before we dive in.This IS a stand-alone, and you don't need much info, other than it's post-apocalypse, AU. There's a few months worth of an established relationship between Sam and the OFC. Up to this point it's only been platonic, however.
Now re-posted AND beta'd - said beta-ing done by boltgirl426
Thanks a TON, Amie!
Remaining errors are mine!
* * * * *
"Oh... my God - there's so much blood."
"It's not all mine," Sam breathed.
He was watching Alley carefully, checking for signs of panic. She was shocked, definitely, but mostly worried. Concerned for him.
A brief wave of dizziness swept over him, causing him to sit down on the edge of the mattress unsteadily.
"Al... Alley - listen to me," Sam took her hand, pulling her near, "you're gonna have to - you need to stitch me up."
Alley shook her head vehemently, "No,oh God no - I can't. Please... I can't. I'll screw it up..." she continued to rant incoherently.
"Alley!" Sam raised his voice, yanking on her arm to get her to shut up. He gave her a stern look, "You have to do it. It's too deep, and I can't reach it myself. You have to do it, Al. I trust you, okay? I'll help you get everything ready, and I'll talk you through every second. Please?"
Alley looked like she was about to cry, but then her face set, and she nodded. Sam felt a fierce stab of pride and love for her.
He gave her instructions, preparing a needle and suturing in clear alcohol he'd managed to salvage from a doctor's office. Alley quickly became business-like, frown of concentration on her face as she looked around the room for the best place to do this. It was night time, and all they had by way of light were candles, and a single oil lamp.
"Okay - here," Alley said, placing the lamp on a rickety wooden table in the center of the room. She looked up at Sam, "Um... you're gonna have to stand - you're too tall, and I'll only really be able to reach if I'm... sitting down, or maybe..." she broke off, getting on her knees on one of the chairs by the table, "yes - like this.Okay,c'mon," she beckoned Sam over.
Sam walked over. Taking off his shirt was the first problem. Alley mewled in protest, her face just as pained as Sam's, when the dried blood stuck to the wound, pulling at it, fresh blood leaking out.
Alley breathed heavily, eyes on the cut, as Sam finally threw his shirt aside. "Shit - shit, shit, shit - this is gonna suck SO bad," she muttered worriedly.
Sam actually chuckled, hissing when the movement made the cut sting like a bitch, "You're telling me?Just... get it over with, Al."
Alley took a steadying breath, and nodded again. "Right. Okay."
It was, as expected, a long and harrowing process. Sam was, luckily, mostly distracted from the pain by Alley's animated curses, and the feel of her soft hands on his skin.
He suddenly became hyper aware of Alley's close proximity to... certain parts of him. The cut was hardly an inch above the waistband of his jeans, and Alley's head was mere inches from the cut, straining to see in the meager lighting.
Sam couldn't help but remember the reason why he'd come out of that fight alive - the one overwhelming thought that had been on his mind the whole time: That he'd wanted to get out of there in one piece, more than anything else, so he could see Alley again. Not just see her, but touch her, kiss her, finally...
Alley was completely ignorant to what was going on in Sam's head. However, the effects of what was going on in his head was not going to be so easy to hide, soon enough.
With every sting of the needle, and Alley's murmurings of comfort and apology, Sam could feel himself getting harder. He shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry... sorry," Alley hastily mumbled, thinking she'd hurt him.
Finally, it was over. Alley stood back, blood dripping from her hands. She held them up, like she didn't know what to do with them.
She was pale, trembling and drenched in sweat, like she'd just physically shared every second of his pain.
At that moment, Sam thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful. With that silly haphazard braid of hers, forever coming loose in strands that fell around her face. Her flesh colored tank top was smudged with blood stains - darker brown and fresh red - and smudges of that same blood on her one cheek. His blood.
Before Sam even realized, he'd taken hold of her wrist, and pulled her closer. He brought her hand to his mouth, and gently kissed the knuckles. Then he turned it over, unfolding her fingers, and kissed the palm of her hand. The tang and smell of blood was sharp, and Sam's dick twitched in response.
Not able to resist anymore, he drew two of her fingers into his mouth, sucking off the blood. The second the taste hit him, he groaned, hips thrusting instinctively, cock pulsing again.
The taste and smell of blood had always served to get somewhat of a... strange reaction from him. Even more so since... well...
Though this - this was different. There was no guilt, no self-loathing mixed in with his arousal. It was clean, pure pleasure. And love.
The second he pulled Alley's fingers from his mouth, he drew her in for a kiss. It took him several mindless seconds to realize Alley was tense in his arms, her mouth limp against his.
Pulling back, Sam looked at her worriedly. "What's wrong Al? Did I..."
"I can't... I mean... I don't know... oh GOD, help me," Alley curled her fingers into his shoulders, gripping desperately, "Show me how. Please?"
Of course, Alley had never done this before. Never done anything, before. That realization alone made Sam's heart clench painfully. Alley was his clean slate. His fresh start.
He wanted to make this good for her. He wanted to make it perfect.
Sam gently cupped Alley's face in his hands, adding to the blood stains already there. Neither of them seemed to mind much though.
He laid his mouth against hers again, going slow this time, goading her mouth open with his tongue. Alley hesitantly brushed her tongue against his, causing Sam to groan in approval. His hands migrated to her hips, pulling her harder against him.
Alley was a quick learner, if the way she was twining her tongue with his was any indication, sucking at it with murmurs of pleasure. He moved his hands from her hips, up across her waist. When he placed them over her breasts, kneading roughly, Alley moaned, shuddering.
Sam broke away from her, both of them panting for breath. Looking her in the eyes, his fingers found her hardened nipples through the thin material of her top. He pinched them, hard, twisting and rolling both between his fingers.
Alley gasped, closing her eyes and arching her back. Sam could feel himself pulsing in the confines of his jeans once more, getting even harder again, if it was at all possible. Alley's responsiveness to everything he did was just better than anything he could ever have imagined.
She might be a virgin, but she wasn't a little girl. Sam just instinctively knew she didn't want to be gentled and coddled. And he wasn't planning on doing either.
He squeezed at her nipples again, drawing another groan out of her. She was pawing desperately at his shoulders, pressing her crotch hard into Sam's thigh, riding herself out against him.
Sam snaked one hand down her belly, sliding under the waistband of her cargo pants, and into her underwear. Carefully, he eased a finger inside of her, watching the anguished mix of pleasure and pain on her face as he inevitably stretched her. God, she was so tight. He groaned, pushing deeper inside of her, thumb rubbing her clit.
With his free hand still fondling one breast, and his fingers working inside her, Alley didn't last long. She surprised Sam when she tightened around his fingers, rush of wetness as she came with a breathless cry, arching even closer to him, whimpering and shaking with aftershocks.
She was still trembling and gasping for breath, when Sam eased his hand out of her pants. He placed both hands under her ass,lifting her, Alley wrapping her legs around him for purchase. Sam cringed as his stitches pulled painfully. Though it was nothing in comparison to the insistent throbbing of his cock, at this point.
He deposited Alley onto the bare, stained mattress of the single bed. Standing back, he palmed the hard line of his trapped erection. He saw the way Alley's face tightened when her eyes followed the movement - a desperate, pained look. The sound she uttered said the same thing, keening deep in her throat.
Sam grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her closer. He unlaced her bonky men's biker boots, pulling them off and chucking them aside with loud thumps that echoed in the the bare, quiet room. Then he leaned closer, face twisting in pain once more as the movement put strain on his stitches, but he ignored it, gripping the waistband of Alley's pants, along with her underwear, and pulled it all off.
Getting onto the mattress on his knees, Sam crawled closer to Alley. He ran his hands over her bare legs, warming and soothing. His fingertips brushed the hem of her top. "Take this off?" he murmured, seeing the first sign of hesitation from Alley. He'd expected it, though. Always so shy, his girl, even after she'd come on his fingers mere minutes ago.
Sam figured perhaps a little incentive might help, so he backed away carefully, getting off the bed once more. Alley lifted onto her elbows, watching him warily. When he began undoing his jeans, Sam saw her breathing catch. Once he'd discarded both the jeans and his boxers, he just stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, giving Alley an expectant look.
She took a breath, and sat up straight. Her hands were trembling when she finally gripped the bottom of her top, and pulled it up over her head.
She was gorgeous in the candlelight - glowing, smooth skin and gentle curves. Though as much as Sam just wanted to take the time and stare at her, there were more immediate things to attend to. He crawled back onto the bed, holding a hand to his side, grimacing again. Alley's eyes softened in concern. "You shouldn't..." he silenced her with a fierce kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.
During the kiss, he maneuvered Alley onto her back once more. Sealing the kiss with a final bite to her bottom lip, he kissed across her jaw, down her neck towards her chest.
He took a nipple in his mouth, gently sucking, and felt Alley grasping him by the hair, tightening her grip so hard his eyes watered. He retaliated by biting down on her nipple, pinching the other with his free hand. Alley whimpered, restlessly moving her hips and thrusting against him for some kind of release.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Sam carefully moved further down again, grasping Alley's thighs. He lifted them towards her own body, spreading and opening her. And... this just wouldn't do. It was too dark, the feeble candlelight simply not enough.
Making a sudden decision, Sam again began backing off the bed. Alley lifted onto her elbows, letting out an honest-to-God, little-girl whine, causing Sam to smile at her. "Ssshh... it's okay - I'm not going anywhere," he comforted her. Using the opportunity to calm himself down a bit, too, he reached down, gripping the base of his painfully hard cock, squeezing roughly.
He took up the lantern from the table, carrying it with him as he went to settle back on the bed.
It was probably totally fucking insane of him. They were very possibly going to knock it over on the mattress, and burn the whole damn place down. But right now,he really didn't care. He wanted to see this. He wanted to see Alley. All of her. See her, feel her, taste her - just... everything.
Carefully placing the lantern down on the mattress beside them, Sam lowered himself between Alley's spread legs. He hooked an arm around her one thigh, firmly placing his forearm across her lower belly, holding her down.
Looking up at Alley's half-scared, flushed face one last time, Sam slowly bent his head towards her. He placed a gentle kiss right on the rise of her mound, pushing down harder with his forearm against her as she bucked her hips in shock.
His tongue found her slit, carefully opening her, licking at the hard nub in between. Alley cried out above him, the sound slightly muffled. Spurred on by her reaction, Sam continued his exploration, using his free hand to open her wider, fingers parting her already wet folds.
Changing from gentle licks to slightly sucking at her clit, he fingered at her entrance, careful not to breech, but testing her out. He moved his tongue there instead, feeling the way Alley's thighs tensed and trembled. When the tip of his tongue found it's way just inside, he felt it - the barrier of flesh inside of her.
Tightening his grip around her leg, holding her more securely, he pressed his tongue against that flesh, slicking it. Alley convulsively tried to close her thighs, crying out once more. She sounded desperate.
Sam lifted his head, then, to look at her. Her eyes were closed, both hands on her breasts, tweaking at her own nipples. And that did it.
He'd been holding back too long already, and the sight of Alley, blissed-out, touching herself while he'd been eating her out, was just too much. He hardly had time to take his cock in his hand, before it pulsed - once, twice, and he came all over the mattress, groaning loudly.
Alley's eyes were open now, watching Sam intently. She'd seen it happen. Sam felt momentarily embarrassed, though then Alley moaned, one hand moving between her own legs, touching tentatively. Sam groaned once more, hips stuttering. He really wasn't going to have much trouble getting hard again.
Alley lifted onto her elbows, eyes still burning into Sam's. Then she looked down to his hand, still gripping himself, sticky with his semen. She struggled upright clumsily, still awkward in her nudity, and reached out a shaky hand.
Sam met her halfway. He pinned her hand back to the mattress, shifting to a kneeling position. "Taste it," he told her, his voice croaking with need. Alley instinctively pulled away a bit, at first, when he brought his spunk-covered hand closer to her face. Though she allowed Sam to slip two of his fingers past her lips.
She grimaced, but then made a soft humming in the back of her throat, closing her eyes, a full-body shudder running through her. Gripping his wrist, she sucked harder on his fingers. When she opened her eyes again to look at him, Sam knew he'd been right: he WAS already getting hard again.
When Alley pulled his hand away from her mouth, she was breathless and trembling. "Please,I... want..." She didn't have to finish the thought.
Sam kissed her hard, in the same movement pulling her into his lap, so she straddled him.
He only broke the kiss when she was effectively wrapped around him. He slid a hand down her belly, rubbing into her wetness roughly, watching her close her eyes and bite her lip with a loud moan.
"Are you ready? You want this?" Alley nodded wordlessly. "Tell me, Al. Say it," Sam prompted again. Alley let out another of those sweet, childlike whining noises. "Yes. Please. I want..." she moved into Sam's hand, still stroking between her legs.
She opened her eyes, to look straight into his. "I want it - now. Do it."
Sam couldn't say no to that. He took hold of his by now once more fully hard cock, nudging the head against Alley's entrance.
She was slick and wet and ready, but it was gonna hurt her - a lot - nonetheless. Distracting her was probably the best idea, Sam thought vaguely. He nuzzled into her neck, then bit down on her earlobe before he began murmuring to her.
"How d'you want it, hmmm? You want it hard, don't you?" Alley shuddered, whimpering. Oh yeah - he was on the right track.
"Hard? That's it? You want me to hurt you, just a little? Like this?" He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly.
Alley threw her head back, almost screaming. At the exact same moment, Sam trusted hard, breaking into her in one swift move.
Her whole body convulsed in his arms, every muscle tightening together. Sam gritted his teeth as she clenched almost painfully tight around his cock inside if her as well. Like her body was fighting his intrusion, wanting to force him out.
He hushed her, holding her tightly against him, rubbing her back in a comforting gesture with one hand.
It took several minutes, before Sam could feel the slight change in Alley's body - inside and out - as she slowly began to relax. "That's it. Ssshh - that's good," he murmured in her ear, kissing her cheek, tasting the salt of tears on her skin.
Alley tightened the grip of her arms around his shoulders, then began a slow, careful gyration against him. It caused Sam to again grit his teeth once more, fighting the overwhelming urge to just come right then at the feeling of her tight heat around him.
He grasped her around the waist, slightly lifting her into him, changing the angle as he met her gentle movement with more forceful thrusting. Alley gasped, "Oh... that's... yeah," she muttered, head falling back.
Sam leaned in, and softly bit her lower lip, prompting her into a deep kiss. As they kissed, Alley moaned into his mouth, moving her hips more urgently. Moving one hand between their bellies, Sam began stroking her .She bucked hard, mouth breaking away from his as she let out a ragged little yelp.
It didn't take long. Alley clamped down on him with such intensity when she came, that she wrung his own climax from him almost instantly, vision blacking out with the force of it.
The first thing that he became aware of, hazy minutes later, was the feeling of Alley's warm breath in his neck. The fingers of his hand, still between their bodies, was slightly sticky. Bringing it up to the light, Sam was a little alarmed at the sight of blood.
He must have said something, because Alley's head came up with a questioning hum. Sam showed her. "Huh. We've both done our share of bleeding tonight then, I guess?"
* End *
A/N: In case anyone's interested, this is potentially part of a much longer, possible multi-chapter 'verse I've been playing around with in my head... Wherein Sam ASSUMES Dean is dead, he meets up with Alley, who doesn't speak a word to him at first. And there's a rotweiler called Jakes!
Also, some shameless pimping - go read my ongoing other SPN AU on my LJ!:
November Rain and Lightning Crashes