[Whatever reply Sam had is lost when he kisses her; after a fraction of a second she finds herself kissing back, leaning into him and lips parting as she reaches up to thread a hand into his hair. His huge hands cradling her face have the effect of making her feel very small: small, and protected.]
[Part of his expected to be shoved away considering the circumstances. Instead of backing away, since it wasn't part of the Winchester genetics to run away, they damn near clung to each other as if a glue was holding them in place. The kiss deepening as soon as she accepted the advance. A subtle sweet taste underneath the taste of alcohol they'd shared. He shifted his seated position as one of his hands feathered down to the small of her back, drawing her even closer if it were possible.]
It was possible, and she drew nearer to him until her knee bumped into him and the awkwardness of side-by-side couch kissing came up full force. Rather than break the kiss at all, she resolved it by rising up on her knees a little and leaning over, clearly unsure about what to do next. The first sign of the kiss deepening, that first taste of him sent a shiver down her spine and made her loop both arms around his neck to get closer.
He could hear his heart drumming in his ears. They were still beside each other and that wouldn't work out too well. Not at the rate they were going. His arm tightened around her waist enough to more or less pull her into his lap; she was surprisingly light. During the shift he had felt her tanktop shift under his palm and his fingertips had now caressed the soft skin underneath. Sam's doing his best to keep some form of restraint as not to rush headfirst into this, but he can feel it slipping away as the friction grows stronger.
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