SPN: Sam/Lenore
Title: What You Need
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Lenore
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,175
Summary: Sam took Lenore back to his hotel room before he got her out of town.
Notes: HUGE thanks fo neroli66 for the awesome beta!
Sam cradled Lenore to his chest, her limp body far too light in his arms. He could feel the solid mass of her, but it was as if the weight was missing. Had she been human, he would have thought her dying, and he still wasn’t sure she’d be completely fine. How did one go about getting dead man’s blood out of a vampire? He slowly descended the steps and eyed the vehicles in the yard.
“Truck,” Lenore rasped at him, and Sam walked over to her pickup. Going as steady as possible, he opened the passenger door and got her inside. She passed out against the door as soon as he shut it. Sighing, he slid into the diver’s side. He spotted the keys in the cup holder and started the engine. A glance at Lenore told him he wouldn’t be questioning her anytime soon, so he drove back to the motel. He’d be able to help her and the other vampires get out of town once she was patched up a bit.
It was hard to maneuver into the motel room with Lenore in his arms, but Sam prided himself on doing it without running her into any walls. His head could handle a couple of knocks. She stirred when he laid her out on the bed, blinking up at him as he hovered over her. He didn’t say anything, just stood next to the bed until she spoke.
“Have to feed,” Lenore said; her voice dry and strangled. Sam noticed that her cuts were slowly healing themselves, but most were still oozing onto the bedspread. “The others…they’ll have cow’s blood.” She closed her eyes again, her fingers closing around the material of her shirt. She looked so young, though Sam guessed she was ages older than he was.
“Will human blood heal faster?” Sam asked; his voice so quiet he didn’t think she heard him at first. Then she opened her eyes again and studied him in silence. He fidgeted under the gaze, trying to look as sincere as possible. It was his fault she was broken like this, shouldn’t he be able to make it right?
“Can’t ask that of you,” she finally said; a ghost of a smile on her dark lips.
“Don’t have to,” Sam said as he sat down on the side of the bed. “I know you don’t usually do it, but if I can help…just take what you need.” He helped her lean up and held his arm out. The slash Gordon had carved across his forearm stood out against the tanned skin.
“You’re sure?” Lenore asked, her eyes flickering back and forth between Sam’s face and the wound. He nodded and she reached up, wrapping her small hands around his arm before bringing it up against her lips. She traced the length of the cut, probing her tongue into the dry blood. Sam winced, but he fought back the instinct to draw his arm back. Sam watched as she closed her eyes and let out a low moan, and he realized it had probably been years since she’d tasted human blood.
The first sting of her teeth in Sam’s arm didn’t hurt too much, and once the blood was flowing, he was able to keep the pain at bay. She lapped at the cut, her tongue almost gentle as she took what she needed. Sam knew it should feel weird or even scary, but he felt almost peaceful. He could see a physical change in Lenore. Her skin gained a healthy glow, and the cuts on her chest and arms closed. By the time she let go of his arm, she looked as good as the first time he’d seen her.
“Thank you, Sam,” she said, pressing her fingers against the wound on his arm. Her soft touch stirred things in his gut and he pulled back, not sure he should be feeling that. Still, he was half hard and breathing quicker than he should be. There was just something about Lenore, something almost ethereal. Yeah, it could be the whole vampire thing, but Sam didn’t think he was into that. Though the way his body was reacting, maybe he was wrong.
“I should bandage this,” he said, abruptly standing up and wandering over to the duffle bag that served as a med kit. He found some gauze and tape and quickly wrapped his arm, hiding the obvious bite mark so Dean wouldn’t question him.
“Sometimes it’s erotic.” Sam jumped at Lenore’s voice, right up against the back of his neck. He spun around and caught himself on the back of the table, leaning against it so he didn’t fall.
“Huh?” he asked, his heart pounding in his chest. He wondered if Lenore could sense it, could feel how quickly his pulse was racing.
“The bite,” she whispered, inching closer. Sam opened his legs and she slid between his knees, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, one splayed over his heart. “People feel it differently. Sometimes it’s erotic…very sexual.” Her voice dipped, the lower octave going straight to Sam’s groin. He locked eyes with Lenore, searching her face for any sign of teasing. Then her fingers stroked over his nipples, brushing them through his shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asked, taking her stroking for an invitation.
“Might never see you again,” she replied, licking her lips as she leaned closer. “I have a little bit of you inside me now…want to feel a whole lot more.” Sam couldn’t help chuckling, wondering when Lenore had stolen Dean’s moves. Pushing all thoughts of his brother out of his head, Sam reached up and cupped Lenore’s face, dragging her lips to his own.
There was a faint copper undertone to the kiss, and it only made his heart pound faster, not freaking him out like he thought it might. She felt small pressed against his chest, slowly grinding her hips against his. He delved his tongue inside her mouth, swallowing her moan as he ran his thumbs across her cheeks. He pulled back, nipping at her jaw before walking her backwards, moving them slowly towards the bed.
Lenore fell back on the bed and shrugged out of her vest before pulling her shirt over her head. She raised an eyebrow at Sam, and he smiled before undressing himself. She was naked by the time he climbed on the bed and slowly covered her small body with his own. It had been so long, but the curves of her body made instinct take over.
Sam crushed their lips together, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she scratched at his back. Her nails bit into his skin, sending flashes of heat through his body. Tugging lightly on Lenore’s lower lip, Sam broke the kiss and traveled south, kissing and nipping at her pale skin as he worked his way down her body. His hands led the way, mapping a route for his mouth to follow.
Lenore arched her back and moaned when Sam wrapped his lips around her nipple, biting down as she encouraged him with soft keening. He worried the nub for a bit, tongue circling it while his hands cupped the soft skin. Then he moved down, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton before sliding between her thighs. He parted her, breathing in her musky scent before lapping at her cunt.
Lenore swung her legs over Sam’s shoulders, locking him in place as he tormented her. Sliding a thick finger into her, Sam grinned against Lenore’s inner thigh when she trembled, crying out as he fucked her slowly. He added two fingers, curving them inside her as he tongued slow circles around her clit.
Then she was growling at him, telling him to hurry up and fuck her. Sam ignored it, intent on bringing her off. He lapped at her sex, loving the tangy taste and the gentle pressure of her thighs against his neck.
“Sam,” Lenore choked out. Her voice was strained, yet still commanding. Slipping his fingers out of her, Sam looked up, his eyes meeting hers across the curves of her body. He smiled, mistaking the gleam in her eye for something calm, something harmless.
Without warning, he found himself on his back, arms locked above his head as Lenore grinned down at him. She straddled his waist and used her superhuman strength to hold him in place. “You should listen to me,” she purred against his lips, licking a swipe over his mouth before swallowing his protests in a kiss. Sam fought against her hands, wriggling for a few moments before giving in and releasing control.
“Condom?” Sam asked, his eyes going wide when she shook her head and smirked.
“Vampire, Sam,” she said, licking her lips as she raked her nails over his chest. He jumped when she brushed his nipples, tweaking them before continuing. “Can’t get pregnant…can’t get sick.” Sam nodded, giving a vague thought to jotting that down in the journal. Then he moaned, his thoughts scattering as he watched Lenore move above him.
Lenore reached down and guided him into her, letting out a shaky moan as she slid down his length. Sam whimpered against her neck, growling as he lost himself in her tight heat. She sat back, supporting herself with her hands on his chest as she rode him. Sam took this as a sign he could move, letting his hands settle on her hips.
Lenore grinned down at him while she fucked him, her hips moving in a rhythm with his own and her body so hot and wet around him. Sam clutched at her waist, bucking his hips and matching her thrusts. He was panting, rambling words he couldn’t even make out as he watched the moonlight play over her pale skin. She was all contrasts above him; dark and light, sweet and dangerous as she moved against him.
Lenore bent down, feeding Sam her breast, not slowing her rhythm as he sucked on her nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, tugging with his teeth in a way that made her shiver, her body tightening around his aching cock. Then she was up again, his mouth empty at the loss of her flesh. Lenore cupped her breasts and sped up, riding him with a strength and grace Sam had never encountered. He realized she was probably ages older than him; had years to gain the knowledge of where to touch, when to tighten her muscles, how to drive men insane.
Sam felt his orgasm building up, sensed the pressure in his gut, the fire in his veins. He slid his hand down, pressing against Lenore’s clit with his thumb. He worked his hand, rubbing in circles, smirking up at her when she cried out, her eyes going wide. He felt her crumble around him, her muscles clamping down on his cock and her arms shaking against his chest.
“Sam,” she shouted, her voice raw and hoarse. It was almost a whisper, but her body trembled around his, and he could see the pleasure racing through her eyes. Sam bucked his hips, thrusting twice before coming, hissing as he emptied himself inside of her. His body tensed as orgasm raced through him, and he knew his fingers would leave bruises on her pale skin.
Lenore collapsed on top on him, and his first coherent thought was how weird it was to not feel breath against his neck. She pressed a kiss below his ear before rolling off of him and reaching for her clothes. Sam blinked into the dark, trying to collect himself before he sat up and sought out his own clothes.
“Thanks,” he said, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Hell, Dean was the Winchester made for one night stands, not Sam.
“Thanks for saving me,” Lenore told him as she zipped up her jeans. She combed through her hair with her fingers and held out his shirt to him. “The others will be ready by now. I’ll drop you off at the house before we leave.”
“Thanks,” Sam said with a nod. He buttoned up his shirt, his eyes avoiding hers as they left the motel room. He climbed into the passenger seat of the car, letting Lenore take over again.
“I wouldn’t mind being saved again sometime,” Lenore told him when they pulled in front of the house. It was daylight now, but the Impala was still parked out front. Sam leaned over and hugged her, his breath hitching at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest.
“I’d be happy to do it,” he said with a smile. He kissed her quickly before hopping out of the car and offering a little wave as she drove away. His fingers ran over the bandage, his lips curving up as he remembered the hard pressure of her mouth on his arm. He had a feeling they’d run into each other again. At least if he had his way, they would.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Lenore
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,175
Summary: Sam took Lenore back to his hotel room before he got her out of town.
Notes: HUGE thanks fo neroli66 for the awesome beta!
Sam cradled Lenore to his chest, her limp body far too light in his arms. He could feel the solid mass of her, but it was as if the weight was missing. Had she been human, he would have thought her dying, and he still wasn’t sure she’d be completely fine. How did one go about getting dead man’s blood out of a vampire? He slowly descended the steps and eyed the vehicles in the yard.
“Truck,” Lenore rasped at him, and Sam walked over to her pickup. Going as steady as possible, he opened the passenger door and got her inside. She passed out against the door as soon as he shut it. Sighing, he slid into the diver’s side. He spotted the keys in the cup holder and started the engine. A glance at Lenore told him he wouldn’t be questioning her anytime soon, so he drove back to the motel. He’d be able to help her and the other vampires get out of town once she was patched up a bit.
It was hard to maneuver into the motel room with Lenore in his arms, but Sam prided himself on doing it without running her into any walls. His head could handle a couple of knocks. She stirred when he laid her out on the bed, blinking up at him as he hovered over her. He didn’t say anything, just stood next to the bed until she spoke.
“Have to feed,” Lenore said; her voice dry and strangled. Sam noticed that her cuts were slowly healing themselves, but most were still oozing onto the bedspread. “The others…they’ll have cow’s blood.” She closed her eyes again, her fingers closing around the material of her shirt. She looked so young, though Sam guessed she was ages older than he was.
“Will human blood heal faster?” Sam asked; his voice so quiet he didn’t think she heard him at first. Then she opened her eyes again and studied him in silence. He fidgeted under the gaze, trying to look as sincere as possible. It was his fault she was broken like this, shouldn’t he be able to make it right?
“Can’t ask that of you,” she finally said; a ghost of a smile on her dark lips.
“Don’t have to,” Sam said as he sat down on the side of the bed. “I know you don’t usually do it, but if I can help…just take what you need.” He helped her lean up and held his arm out. The slash Gordon had carved across his forearm stood out against the tanned skin.
“You’re sure?” Lenore asked, her eyes flickering back and forth between Sam’s face and the wound. He nodded and she reached up, wrapping her small hands around his arm before bringing it up against her lips. She traced the length of the cut, probing her tongue into the dry blood. Sam winced, but he fought back the instinct to draw his arm back. Sam watched as she closed her eyes and let out a low moan, and he realized it had probably been years since she’d tasted human blood.
The first sting of her teeth in Sam’s arm didn’t hurt too much, and once the blood was flowing, he was able to keep the pain at bay. She lapped at the cut, her tongue almost gentle as she took what she needed. Sam knew it should feel weird or even scary, but he felt almost peaceful. He could see a physical change in Lenore. Her skin gained a healthy glow, and the cuts on her chest and arms closed. By the time she let go of his arm, she looked as good as the first time he’d seen her.
“Thank you, Sam,” she said, pressing her fingers against the wound on his arm. Her soft touch stirred things in his gut and he pulled back, not sure he should be feeling that. Still, he was half hard and breathing quicker than he should be. There was just something about Lenore, something almost ethereal. Yeah, it could be the whole vampire thing, but Sam didn’t think he was into that. Though the way his body was reacting, maybe he was wrong.
“I should bandage this,” he said, abruptly standing up and wandering over to the duffle bag that served as a med kit. He found some gauze and tape and quickly wrapped his arm, hiding the obvious bite mark so Dean wouldn’t question him.
“Sometimes it’s erotic.” Sam jumped at Lenore’s voice, right up against the back of his neck. He spun around and caught himself on the back of the table, leaning against it so he didn’t fall.
“Huh?” he asked, his heart pounding in his chest. He wondered if Lenore could sense it, could feel how quickly his pulse was racing.
“The bite,” she whispered, inching closer. Sam opened his legs and she slid between his knees, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, one splayed over his heart. “People feel it differently. Sometimes it’s erotic…very sexual.” Her voice dipped, the lower octave going straight to Sam’s groin. He locked eyes with Lenore, searching her face for any sign of teasing. Then her fingers stroked over his nipples, brushing them through his shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asked, taking her stroking for an invitation.
“Might never see you again,” she replied, licking her lips as she leaned closer. “I have a little bit of you inside me now…want to feel a whole lot more.” Sam couldn’t help chuckling, wondering when Lenore had stolen Dean’s moves. Pushing all thoughts of his brother out of his head, Sam reached up and cupped Lenore’s face, dragging her lips to his own.
There was a faint copper undertone to the kiss, and it only made his heart pound faster, not freaking him out like he thought it might. She felt small pressed against his chest, slowly grinding her hips against his. He delved his tongue inside her mouth, swallowing her moan as he ran his thumbs across her cheeks. He pulled back, nipping at her jaw before walking her backwards, moving them slowly towards the bed.
Lenore fell back on the bed and shrugged out of her vest before pulling her shirt over her head. She raised an eyebrow at Sam, and he smiled before undressing himself. She was naked by the time he climbed on the bed and slowly covered her small body with his own. It had been so long, but the curves of her body made instinct take over.
Sam crushed their lips together, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she scratched at his back. Her nails bit into his skin, sending flashes of heat through his body. Tugging lightly on Lenore’s lower lip, Sam broke the kiss and traveled south, kissing and nipping at her pale skin as he worked his way down her body. His hands led the way, mapping a route for his mouth to follow.
Lenore arched her back and moaned when Sam wrapped his lips around her nipple, biting down as she encouraged him with soft keening. He worried the nub for a bit, tongue circling it while his hands cupped the soft skin. Then he moved down, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton before sliding between her thighs. He parted her, breathing in her musky scent before lapping at her cunt.
Lenore swung her legs over Sam’s shoulders, locking him in place as he tormented her. Sliding a thick finger into her, Sam grinned against Lenore’s inner thigh when she trembled, crying out as he fucked her slowly. He added two fingers, curving them inside her as he tongued slow circles around her clit.
Then she was growling at him, telling him to hurry up and fuck her. Sam ignored it, intent on bringing her off. He lapped at her sex, loving the tangy taste and the gentle pressure of her thighs against his neck.
“Sam,” Lenore choked out. Her voice was strained, yet still commanding. Slipping his fingers out of her, Sam looked up, his eyes meeting hers across the curves of her body. He smiled, mistaking the gleam in her eye for something calm, something harmless.
Without warning, he found himself on his back, arms locked above his head as Lenore grinned down at him. She straddled his waist and used her superhuman strength to hold him in place. “You should listen to me,” she purred against his lips, licking a swipe over his mouth before swallowing his protests in a kiss. Sam fought against her hands, wriggling for a few moments before giving in and releasing control.
“Condom?” Sam asked, his eyes going wide when she shook her head and smirked.
“Vampire, Sam,” she said, licking her lips as she raked her nails over his chest. He jumped when she brushed his nipples, tweaking them before continuing. “Can’t get pregnant…can’t get sick.” Sam nodded, giving a vague thought to jotting that down in the journal. Then he moaned, his thoughts scattering as he watched Lenore move above him.
Lenore reached down and guided him into her, letting out a shaky moan as she slid down his length. Sam whimpered against her neck, growling as he lost himself in her tight heat. She sat back, supporting herself with her hands on his chest as she rode him. Sam took this as a sign he could move, letting his hands settle on her hips.
Lenore grinned down at him while she fucked him, her hips moving in a rhythm with his own and her body so hot and wet around him. Sam clutched at her waist, bucking his hips and matching her thrusts. He was panting, rambling words he couldn’t even make out as he watched the moonlight play over her pale skin. She was all contrasts above him; dark and light, sweet and dangerous as she moved against him.
Lenore bent down, feeding Sam her breast, not slowing her rhythm as he sucked on her nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, tugging with his teeth in a way that made her shiver, her body tightening around his aching cock. Then she was up again, his mouth empty at the loss of her flesh. Lenore cupped her breasts and sped up, riding him with a strength and grace Sam had never encountered. He realized she was probably ages older than him; had years to gain the knowledge of where to touch, when to tighten her muscles, how to drive men insane.
Sam felt his orgasm building up, sensed the pressure in his gut, the fire in his veins. He slid his hand down, pressing against Lenore’s clit with his thumb. He worked his hand, rubbing in circles, smirking up at her when she cried out, her eyes going wide. He felt her crumble around him, her muscles clamping down on his cock and her arms shaking against his chest.
“Sam,” she shouted, her voice raw and hoarse. It was almost a whisper, but her body trembled around his, and he could see the pleasure racing through her eyes. Sam bucked his hips, thrusting twice before coming, hissing as he emptied himself inside of her. His body tensed as orgasm raced through him, and he knew his fingers would leave bruises on her pale skin.
Lenore collapsed on top on him, and his first coherent thought was how weird it was to not feel breath against his neck. She pressed a kiss below his ear before rolling off of him and reaching for her clothes. Sam blinked into the dark, trying to collect himself before he sat up and sought out his own clothes.
“Thanks,” he said, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Hell, Dean was the Winchester made for one night stands, not Sam.
“Thanks for saving me,” Lenore told him as she zipped up her jeans. She combed through her hair with her fingers and held out his shirt to him. “The others will be ready by now. I’ll drop you off at the house before we leave.”
“Thanks,” Sam said with a nod. He buttoned up his shirt, his eyes avoiding hers as they left the motel room. He climbed into the passenger seat of the car, letting Lenore take over again.
“I wouldn’t mind being saved again sometime,” Lenore told him when they pulled in front of the house. It was daylight now, but the Impala was still parked out front. Sam leaned over and hugged her, his breath hitching at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest.
“I’d be happy to do it,” he said with a smile. He kissed her quickly before hopping out of the car and offering a little wave as she drove away. His fingers ran over the bandage, his lips curving up as he remembered the hard pressure of her mouth on his arm. He had a feeling they’d run into each other again. At least if he had his way, they would.