Supernatural FIC: From This Voyage
Okay, my babies! Consider this my coda for the week, I think.
Title: From This Voyage
Pairing: Sam/Sarah
Rating: ADULT
Spoilers: For Provenance
Summary: Complete and total PWP.
Notes: This is for estrella30, because she is all sunshine and love and joy, and she asked for hetporn. *kisses and loves* to stone_princess for staying up past her bedtime to beta for me. She is LOVE, people!!
Any remaining mistakes are mine, of course, and probably because my eyes are crossing from tired. I must to bed now!!
From This Voyage
Sam's standing there kissing Sarah, and he really did only mean it to be a goodbye kiss. Not quite a promise, but not quite, "I'll never see you again" either. But she just kept kissing him back, and every time he tried to pull away, she followed him. And, okay, maybe he wasn't trying to pull away that much, because he ends up pinning her against the door with his knee wedged between her legs, and the kiss has gone from sweet and goodbye and maybe someday to urgent and dirty and the floor's looking pretty good right now.
Sam doesn't quite realize that he slipped his hand up the back of her shirt until he's trying to undo her bra, but he damn well notices when she starts to undo his pants. At least one of them has the presence of mind to say, "Not here," and maybe it's Sam, because Sarah says, "There's a storage room upstairs..."
Which is just dirty and wrong, because Sarah really is a nice girl, so he asks, "Are you sure?" even as he kicks the door closed behind them.
Sarah just laughs and rubs Sam though his jeans, and says yes and thank god for that because Sam is fucking gone and willing to do just about anything she says right now.
It takes all of the higher brain functions Sam has left to follow as Sarah grabs his hands and leads him upstairs. Thankfully, he doesn't trip or stumble, and they make it to the storage room without incident.
"It only locks from the outside," Sarah says.
Which means that they're taking a risk. But there's a cedar chest against the wall, and Sam shoves it in front of the door, just in case, and when he turns back around, there's a tarp on the floor and Sarah's taken off her shirt.
She's standing there in front of him in her jeans and a blue, lacey bra, and she has an incredible body, all curves and golden skin. She toes off her shoes and socks and kicks them behind her, and, yeah. This is really happening.
"Oh god." Sam's palms are suddenly sweaty, and he rubs them absently against his jeans. It's been a while, a while since he's wanted someone like this, and he's had just enough time to become incredibly nervous.
Sarah tilts her head and smiles, walks over to him and pushes his jacket and his shirt off his shoulders, then slides her hands under his T-shirt. "Is there a reason you're wearing fifty layers of clothing?"
"Uh." Sam laughs and strips off his remaining shirt. "To protect my virtue."
"I see." Sarah's eyes are downcast as she undoes his pants. "It's working really well."
And Sam's not quite sure what to do with his hands, so he cups her face again, tilts her head up and brushes soft kisses across her lips, and she makes this soft little gasping sound, all sweet and sexy and feminine. All of Sam's nervousness disappears in favor of getting her to make that noise again.
He kisses down the side of her of her neck, runs his hands down her sides until one is splayed against the small of her back, and the other is undoing her belt.
Getting down to the floor is a little more awkward than Sam wants to admit to, but once they're down there, he's good. Sarah lays back against the tarp and Sam slides her jeans down her legs and tosses them over his shoulder. She's wearing lacey blue underwear to match her bra, and it's just--
Sam crawls back up between her legs and kisses her again, deep and wet and dirty. Sarah rolls her hips up against him and scratches her nails down his back and Sam shivers at the sensation. He strokes his hand down her belly and slips it under the waistband of her panties as they kiss.
Her skin is hot and silky soft, and she's already so wet that Sam has to concentrate to keep from coming in his pants right there. He pulls back a little to see her eyes half-closed, her lips parted and temptingly pink.
Sam strokes at her clit as he kisses his way down her body, pausing to suck at her nipple through the lace of her bra. Sarah is making needy, mewling noises, arching against Sam's mouth and writhing against his hand, and Sam knows they're operating on borrowed time, and they're not exactly in the most secure place, but he can't not taste her.
Sarah lifts her hips as Sam pulls her panties off. "Sam--" She stops short of whatever she was going to say as Sam spreads her legs and scrapes his teeth across the inside of her thigh. He licks the skin there, and she even tastes expensive.
"God," Sam whispers. He strokes her skin, watches her as she arches her back and spreads her legs wider. "You're so. Incredibly sexy," Sam says as he slips two fingers inside of her. A few slow, shallow strokes and then he bends down to lick at her clit, and her reaction is the most beautiful thing Sam's ever experienced.
Her whole body is trembling as Sam slowly fucks her, presses his tongue against her clit and then licks around where his fingers disappear into her body.
Sarah's fingers are twisted in his hair, her feet braced against the floor as she moves against him, and her breath his coming in hitched gasps. Sam can feel the tension building inside of her, and he doubles his efforts and a few moments later, Sarah is shuddering through her orgasm.
"Oh. God," Sarah says in a low whisper.
Sam sits back on his heels and just watches her for a moment. She is staring at the ceiling, her chest moving up and down, and the bra should probably go, Sam thinks. Absently, Sam moves his hand up to his mouth and curls his tongue around his fingers, licking the taste of her away.
"Oh god," Sarah says again when she sees what he's doing.
"Mmm," Sam says noncommittally. He traces a random pattern over her belly with his wet fingers, just to watch her shiver under his touch.
As if she'd read his mind, Sarah arches up on her shoulders and bends her arms back, undoing her bra and slipping it off. She gives him a saucy smile, and Sam is about done with foreplay. Except that her eyes widen suddenly and her mouth forms a surprised 'O'. The only thing she says is, "Condom."
No. Sam groans. "No, no, no. " This was not happening.
But then something occurs to Sam, which seems so out of bounds, but maybe. He pulls out his wallet, and sure enough. Thank god for Dean and his wildly inappropriate sense of boundaries. He holds up the condom and Sarah bites her bottom lip and smiles.
"Get out of your pants, then," she says.
Sam hurries to comply, and is beyond the point of really caring how he looks as he wiggles out of his jeans, because suddenly Sam isn't so sure how long he can last. He fumbles with the condom a couple of times before getting it open.
Sarah is propped up on her elbows, watching Sam through half-lidded eyes, and Sam's arousal spikes. He strokes his hand over his cock a few times before rolling the condom on and moving back over Sarah's body.
"Ready?" Sam asks. He runs his hand from the back of her knee down her leg, up over her ribs. Scratches a blunt nail over her nipple, then bends down to kiss her breast, licking and sucking at her soft skin until she digs her nails into his shoulders and groans his name.
So Sam takes a deep breath and finally slides into her. Finally. When his body is pressed fully against hers, his hips cradled between her thighs, Sam lets out his breath, and presses his forehead against her neck. He closes his eyes and tries to regain a sliver of his control, because Sarah feels so hot tight perfect that Sam's having trouble breathing.
After a few deep breaths, Sam pulls back, leans down and kisses her as he slides back in, and she hitches her legs up around his sides.
"Sam. Sam, god," Sarah says. Clawing at his shoulders and kissing his throat, she digs her heels into Sam's back as he moves against her.
Everything else falls away except the here and now. The smell of Sarah, the feel of her skin, sweat-slick against his, the taste of her mouth and the pleasure-drugged look in her eyes, and Sam thinks he could stay here forever.
It seems way too soon when the pressure starts to build in Sam's spine. He leans down and captures Sarah's mouth, bites her lower lip and she just opens to him, scores her nails down his arms, and Sam is going to have raised red lines all over his body tomorrow.
"Sam. Please," she whispers, and it's the 'please' that does it.
Sam wraps his arms around her and sits up, pulling her with him, down onto his lap hard, and she just throws her head back, baring her throat to him. Then she does this thing, swings her head to the side, her hair whipping around her face, and just starts riding him.
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, then gasps when Sam's fingers dig into her hips. Sam thrusts up against her, pulling her down, and he's not going to last much longer.
He reaches down between their bodies, and the moment he touches her clit, she bites his neck and comes, her body shaking and squeezing around him, and Sam can't hold on any longer. The pressure in his spine explodes, and he comes, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.
Sam lays Sarah back down on her back, kissing her neck as she runs her fingers through his hair. And this is where Sam would whisper sweet nothings in her ear, except he doesn't really know what to say, so he ends up whispering, "Thank you."
Sarah starts laughing, quietly at first, and then louder, her whole body shaking with it.
"I, um." Sam can feel his face heating with embarrassment, and he buries it against her neck as she laughs.
"Oh my god," she gasps. "I fucked you stupid!"
Sam joins her laughing then, and it's light and happy and good, and Sam thinks, this is how it should be.
"You still have to leave town," Sarah says when their laughter's died down, and it's not a question.
Sam nods anyway. "I can-- We'll probably come back through here. I can try to come back." It's as close to a promise as Sam can make.
"I'd like that. But until that happens." She looks away, then sighs and looks back at him. "I'm not asking for a commitment from you, Sam. But if you wanted to call every once in awhile. Let me know you're okay."
"Yeah." Sam leans down for one last kiss. "I can do that."
***
The Impala is right where Sam left it, and Dean is lounging in the front seat, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Lose your wallet?"
"Don't even start," Sam says as he pulls the door closed. Except that he can't keep his own grin off his face.
"I'm not saying a thing." Dean starts the car and cranks the radio.
Sam starts counting in his head, and actually gets to fifteen before Dean says, "Hey, Sammy, that a hickey?"
"I hate you."
"No you don't. And I'll tell you why."
Sam knows he's going to regret asking, but... "Why?"
Dean grins and says, "Because you found my present."
Yep. "I really, really hate you."
"You're welcome."
Title: From This Voyage
Pairing: Sam/Sarah
Rating: ADULT
Spoilers: For Provenance
Summary: Complete and total PWP.
Notes: This is for estrella30, because she is all sunshine and love and joy, and she asked for hetporn. *kisses and loves* to stone_princess for staying up past her bedtime to beta for me. She is LOVE, people!!
Any remaining mistakes are mine, of course, and probably because my eyes are crossing from tired. I must to bed now!!
From This Voyage
Sam's standing there kissing Sarah, and he really did only mean it to be a goodbye kiss. Not quite a promise, but not quite, "I'll never see you again" either. But she just kept kissing him back, and every time he tried to pull away, she followed him. And, okay, maybe he wasn't trying to pull away that much, because he ends up pinning her against the door with his knee wedged between her legs, and the kiss has gone from sweet and goodbye and maybe someday to urgent and dirty and the floor's looking pretty good right now.
Sam doesn't quite realize that he slipped his hand up the back of her shirt until he's trying to undo her bra, but he damn well notices when she starts to undo his pants. At least one of them has the presence of mind to say, "Not here," and maybe it's Sam, because Sarah says, "There's a storage room upstairs..."
Which is just dirty and wrong, because Sarah really is a nice girl, so he asks, "Are you sure?" even as he kicks the door closed behind them.
Sarah just laughs and rubs Sam though his jeans, and says yes and thank god for that because Sam is fucking gone and willing to do just about anything she says right now.
It takes all of the higher brain functions Sam has left to follow as Sarah grabs his hands and leads him upstairs. Thankfully, he doesn't trip or stumble, and they make it to the storage room without incident.
"It only locks from the outside," Sarah says.
Which means that they're taking a risk. But there's a cedar chest against the wall, and Sam shoves it in front of the door, just in case, and when he turns back around, there's a tarp on the floor and Sarah's taken off her shirt.
She's standing there in front of him in her jeans and a blue, lacey bra, and she has an incredible body, all curves and golden skin. She toes off her shoes and socks and kicks them behind her, and, yeah. This is really happening.
"Oh god." Sam's palms are suddenly sweaty, and he rubs them absently against his jeans. It's been a while, a while since he's wanted someone like this, and he's had just enough time to become incredibly nervous.
Sarah tilts her head and smiles, walks over to him and pushes his jacket and his shirt off his shoulders, then slides her hands under his T-shirt. "Is there a reason you're wearing fifty layers of clothing?"
"Uh." Sam laughs and strips off his remaining shirt. "To protect my virtue."
"I see." Sarah's eyes are downcast as she undoes his pants. "It's working really well."
And Sam's not quite sure what to do with his hands, so he cups her face again, tilts her head up and brushes soft kisses across her lips, and she makes this soft little gasping sound, all sweet and sexy and feminine. All of Sam's nervousness disappears in favor of getting her to make that noise again.
He kisses down the side of her of her neck, runs his hands down her sides until one is splayed against the small of her back, and the other is undoing her belt.
Getting down to the floor is a little more awkward than Sam wants to admit to, but once they're down there, he's good. Sarah lays back against the tarp and Sam slides her jeans down her legs and tosses them over his shoulder. She's wearing lacey blue underwear to match her bra, and it's just--
Sam crawls back up between her legs and kisses her again, deep and wet and dirty. Sarah rolls her hips up against him and scratches her nails down his back and Sam shivers at the sensation. He strokes his hand down her belly and slips it under the waistband of her panties as they kiss.
Her skin is hot and silky soft, and she's already so wet that Sam has to concentrate to keep from coming in his pants right there. He pulls back a little to see her eyes half-closed, her lips parted and temptingly pink.
Sam strokes at her clit as he kisses his way down her body, pausing to suck at her nipple through the lace of her bra. Sarah is making needy, mewling noises, arching against Sam's mouth and writhing against his hand, and Sam knows they're operating on borrowed time, and they're not exactly in the most secure place, but he can't not taste her.
Sarah lifts her hips as Sam pulls her panties off. "Sam--" She stops short of whatever she was going to say as Sam spreads her legs and scrapes his teeth across the inside of her thigh. He licks the skin there, and she even tastes expensive.
"God," Sam whispers. He strokes her skin, watches her as she arches her back and spreads her legs wider. "You're so. Incredibly sexy," Sam says as he slips two fingers inside of her. A few slow, shallow strokes and then he bends down to lick at her clit, and her reaction is the most beautiful thing Sam's ever experienced.
Her whole body is trembling as Sam slowly fucks her, presses his tongue against her clit and then licks around where his fingers disappear into her body.
Sarah's fingers are twisted in his hair, her feet braced against the floor as she moves against him, and her breath his coming in hitched gasps. Sam can feel the tension building inside of her, and he doubles his efforts and a few moments later, Sarah is shuddering through her orgasm.
"Oh. God," Sarah says in a low whisper.
Sam sits back on his heels and just watches her for a moment. She is staring at the ceiling, her chest moving up and down, and the bra should probably go, Sam thinks. Absently, Sam moves his hand up to his mouth and curls his tongue around his fingers, licking the taste of her away.
"Oh god," Sarah says again when she sees what he's doing.
"Mmm," Sam says noncommittally. He traces a random pattern over her belly with his wet fingers, just to watch her shiver under his touch.
As if she'd read his mind, Sarah arches up on her shoulders and bends her arms back, undoing her bra and slipping it off. She gives him a saucy smile, and Sam is about done with foreplay. Except that her eyes widen suddenly and her mouth forms a surprised 'O'. The only thing she says is, "Condom."
No. Sam groans. "No, no, no. " This was not happening.
But then something occurs to Sam, which seems so out of bounds, but maybe. He pulls out his wallet, and sure enough. Thank god for Dean and his wildly inappropriate sense of boundaries. He holds up the condom and Sarah bites her bottom lip and smiles.
"Get out of your pants, then," she says.
Sam hurries to comply, and is beyond the point of really caring how he looks as he wiggles out of his jeans, because suddenly Sam isn't so sure how long he can last. He fumbles with the condom a couple of times before getting it open.
Sarah is propped up on her elbows, watching Sam through half-lidded eyes, and Sam's arousal spikes. He strokes his hand over his cock a few times before rolling the condom on and moving back over Sarah's body.
"Ready?" Sam asks. He runs his hand from the back of her knee down her leg, up over her ribs. Scratches a blunt nail over her nipple, then bends down to kiss her breast, licking and sucking at her soft skin until she digs her nails into his shoulders and groans his name.
So Sam takes a deep breath and finally slides into her. Finally. When his body is pressed fully against hers, his hips cradled between her thighs, Sam lets out his breath, and presses his forehead against her neck. He closes his eyes and tries to regain a sliver of his control, because Sarah feels so hot tight perfect that Sam's having trouble breathing.
After a few deep breaths, Sam pulls back, leans down and kisses her as he slides back in, and she hitches her legs up around his sides.
"Sam. Sam, god," Sarah says. Clawing at his shoulders and kissing his throat, she digs her heels into Sam's back as he moves against her.
Everything else falls away except the here and now. The smell of Sarah, the feel of her skin, sweat-slick against his, the taste of her mouth and the pleasure-drugged look in her eyes, and Sam thinks he could stay here forever.
It seems way too soon when the pressure starts to build in Sam's spine. He leans down and captures Sarah's mouth, bites her lower lip and she just opens to him, scores her nails down his arms, and Sam is going to have raised red lines all over his body tomorrow.
"Sam. Please," she whispers, and it's the 'please' that does it.
Sam wraps his arms around her and sits up, pulling her with him, down onto his lap hard, and she just throws her head back, baring her throat to him. Then she does this thing, swings her head to the side, her hair whipping around her face, and just starts riding him.
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, then gasps when Sam's fingers dig into her hips. Sam thrusts up against her, pulling her down, and he's not going to last much longer.
He reaches down between their bodies, and the moment he touches her clit, she bites his neck and comes, her body shaking and squeezing around him, and Sam can't hold on any longer. The pressure in his spine explodes, and he comes, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.
Sam lays Sarah back down on her back, kissing her neck as she runs her fingers through his hair. And this is where Sam would whisper sweet nothings in her ear, except he doesn't really know what to say, so he ends up whispering, "Thank you."
Sarah starts laughing, quietly at first, and then louder, her whole body shaking with it.
"I, um." Sam can feel his face heating with embarrassment, and he buries it against her neck as she laughs.
"Oh my god," she gasps. "I fucked you stupid!"
Sam joins her laughing then, and it's light and happy and good, and Sam thinks, this is how it should be.
"You still have to leave town," Sarah says when their laughter's died down, and it's not a question.
Sam nods anyway. "I can-- We'll probably come back through here. I can try to come back." It's as close to a promise as Sam can make.
"I'd like that. But until that happens." She looks away, then sighs and looks back at him. "I'm not asking for a commitment from you, Sam. But if you wanted to call every once in awhile. Let me know you're okay."
"Yeah." Sam leans down for one last kiss. "I can do that."
***
The Impala is right where Sam left it, and Dean is lounging in the front seat, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Lose your wallet?"
"Don't even start," Sam says as he pulls the door closed. Except that he can't keep his own grin off his face.
"I'm not saying a thing." Dean starts the car and cranks the radio.
Sam starts counting in his head, and actually gets to fifteen before Dean says, "Hey, Sammy, that a hickey?"
"I hate you."
"No you don't. And I'll tell you why."
Sam knows he's going to regret asking, but... "Why?"
Dean grins and says, "Because you found my present."
Yep. "I really, really hate you."
"You're welcome."