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Selene knew that they would never see eye to eye and that they would always be different. But when Sam's lips touched her and warmth and cold mixed -- the differences were cast aside. Selene kissed Sam back, lips moving slow, her body pressing against his, his clothes rough on her pale, naked skin.All Sam had to do was turn to ( Read more... )

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Trust was something that Selene learned not to take lightly. She looked up at Sam from where she was peeling off her pants, the corset the only thing left on her, her arms and thighs bare ( Read more... )

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By rolling onto his back, Sam pulled Selene over him, fingers tracing under the straps of her dress. He had no idea how to get them off, but there had to be a way. He wanted to see how she looked naked in the moonlight.

After living through Dean's prank, it wasn't that Sam was feeling insecure. He knew he was viral. And straight. It was just that, well, maybe it was the caveman part of him or something that wanted to kind of prove it. But somehow, doing it with one of the women Dean had told lacked appeal (obviously). And there was Selene, who's cool body his ( Read more... )

It was a quick quiet walk to Selene's room. Sam stood behind her as she unlocked the door and habit had him stepping over what would be the salt line. Talk about feeling like a dork. He chuckled a little as he set down his satchel.

It's Sam, leave me a message.