SPN/SV Fic: Destati (5/10)
Destati (5/10) -- Sam/Chloe
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
It had been hours, Sam thought, pacing the length of Dean's room. She promised she wouldn't be too long, and he really wanted to go back to the Talon and beat the life out of Clark Kent. "Dude, she should be here by now," he muttered, not looking at his brother.
He let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Try calling her again," he said. Before Sam had the chance to pick up the phone, there was a quiet knock on the door. "There ya go."
Smirking at Dean, he practically pulled the door off the hinges. Wordlessly, Sam gazed down at Chloe's tear-stained face and muttered a string of curses in his mind. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.
She let out a breath and slid her arms around his waist tightly. "Sorry I took so long."
He squeezed her gently. "I was... worried about you," he admitted softly, kissing the top of her head and pulling her inside the room.
She let out a breath, not looking up as she wiped the tears from her eyes and moved past him, heading toward the bathroom. "Be right back out."
Reluctantly letting her go, Sam watched as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down heavily. "What did that guy do to her?" he asked out loud.
Dean watched her go, something akin to worry in his own eyes. He looked back at his brother, shrugging slightly. "Your guess is as good as mine."
Sam turned and glanced at his older brother. "Was it me, or did Clark seem really... happy about us threatening him?"
"Some guys are twisted."
Sam thought it was something more than that, but he simply shook his head. He knew they should be researching, but the desire to do so left the second she walked into the room. Sam took a deep breath.
Dean groaned. "Am I gonna need to leave the room?"
"No, dude," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "I'll just pick her up and carry her off to my cave for that." He stood up and moved to the bathroom door. "You okay in there?"
He smirked a little at his brother's response.
"I'm fine." She emerged a moment later, her eyes still red-rimmed, but the tears gone. "You guys found anything?"
Sam glanced at Dean before he answered. "No, not really. Just a bunch of dead ends." He took her hand and squeezed it gently.
She managed a small, faint smile. "Figures."
Dean raised an eyebrow, looking from Sam to Chloe and back again. "Well. I think I have some books in the other room that I should go look through."
"Dean --" Sam began but stopped at the look in the other man's eye.
"See ya." He headed for the door, a small smirk on his face.
Chloe watched him go, wrapping her arms around herself silently.
Coming up behind her, Sam wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her tense body back so their bodies bumped together gently. Her demeanor confused him, even as he felt her relax in his embrace. "What is it?" he said simply.
She bit her lower lip, swallowing hard. She covered his arms with her own, closing her own and resting her head back against his chest. "I don't think Clark and I are friends anymore."
Probably a good idea, he thought, secretly glad of this fact. Chloe, however, seemed truly upset about it. He moved them over to the bed and sat her on his lap, turning her face to look at him. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"The funny part is...I don't even know." Her voice was quiet.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, calm as he held her close, putting her head against his chest.
"Things have been strained for awhile," she admitted. "It just seems like every time we try to talk one or both of us end up yelling and saying horrible things."
Sounds like they were a couple, he thought, his heart sinking into his stomach. "Do you... love him?" he asked, knowing he would regret the answer. He had to know, though. It was as certain as the knowledge that he couldn't physically be without this blonde-haired woman.
"I used to," she said without hesitation, pulling away to look up at him. "I uh...I don't really know anymore. Things have gotten....confusing." Her voice was soft.
He couldn't meet her honest gaze. "Yeah, tell me about it," he whispered solemnly. She might have Clark... if not for him, he thought. He felt their connection crackle suddenly, painful and longing. He winced at it, wondering for the first time if maybe whatever this was had been manipulating his emotions the whole time.
Chloe touched his cheek. "Don't think like that. Clark and I were never together," she told him.
Sam's eyes darkened. "How'd you know what I was thinking?" he whispered, leaning into her touch.
She blinked, startled. "I don't...I don't know." Her heart began to pound in her chest and she slid off his lap, slowly beginning to pace the floor.
Sam watched her move around, an idea beginning to formulate in his mind. He suddenly remembered the last mind reader he and Dean had come across. "Chloe?" he asked. "Who am I thinking about right now?" He kept his gaze on her face.
"Why would someone name their kid Missouri?" she asked off-handedly.
Sam's eyes widened. "What?" he asked. He'd been thinking about Missouri Moseley and blinked. Hard.
She turned to stare at him, her face drained of all color.
Sam stumbled to his feet. "Oh my God," he whispered, utterly stupefied. Suddenly it all made sense. He just couldn't believe he had found another one.
"What? What is it?" She shook her head, swallowing hard. "Found another one what?"
"Another one of... us." He didn't even know where to begin, but as he watched her stop and look at him, eyes wide with confusion and fear, Sam understood what their connection was: real, definite, and dangerous. He just didn't know how.
"You're scaring me," she whispered.
He ran over his face. "I'm.... sorry, I don't mean to," he reassured her, reaching out with his other hand for her. He needed to touch her, feel her skin against his. "We have a lot to talk about, Chloe, because... well, you're more like me than either of us thought."
"Like you..." She shook her head slightly, not understanding, though she didn't resist when he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Like you how, Sam?"
He grimaced at her confusion and again wondered where to begin. "Your abilities must have been kick started because of the baby," he mused. "Before you and I met, did you have any... abilities?"
"You mean other than the ability to find trouble wherever it was?" She gazed at him intently. "No."
He gripped her shoulder tightly. "Yeah, must have been our... time together or something." He gazed at her intently. "Chloe, there's something going on out there, involving children who are... chosen. I now believe you are one of them."
If anything his words confused her more. "Chosen," she echoed.
"Chosen... for a specific purpose... I don't know what, exactly, but..." He stopped speaking, his body frozen.
Chloe gazed at him intently, her eyes still wide with uncertainty. "Or maybe the prolonged exposure to the meteor rocks has somehow changed me."
He put both hands on her shoulder and drew her closer to him. "Would meteor rocks explain how we can't stop touching each other?" he whispered, leaning down and kissing her gently.
She immediately melted against him, kissing him back.
His hands went from her shoulders and brushed her cheeks, as their bodies immediately pressed against each other. Her response never failed to create a riot of sensations through Sam's body. She felt so right in his arms, he thought as he deepened their kisses, unable to help himself. It was something he had never experienced, and he couldn't get enough of it.
A soft whimper escaped her and she slid her hands underneath his shirt, feeling him shudder beneath her touch. She nibbled lightly on his lower lip.
Her touch against his sensitive skin set him on fire. Literally. With a loud groan, Sam picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down before crawling on top of her and settling his weight over her. "See what I mean?" he rasped.
She gazed up at him, her green eyes intense. "What does it mean?"
His hands stroked her sides, feeling her shiver all over as he kissed her neck. "I don't know, but if I'm right, we really do belong together, Chloe," he whispered against her skin.
She shuddered against the feel of his tongue on her neck. "Make love to me," she whispered, sliding her hands through his hair.
Her voice, filled with the same heat and desire he felt, made him groan with frustration. Yanking the shirt off her head, he gently pulled off her bra and stroked her naked skin, lightly squeezing her breasts and watching her writhe beneath him.
She pulled his face down, meeting his lips in an urgent kiss, her heart beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
Sam shrugged out of his long-sleeved shirt himself, though he pulled her arms around him, silently asking her to help him out. He loved her soft touch on his body and shuddered with desire when she complied, pulling his shirt over his head before digging into his hair and kissing him again.
She lifted her hips to help him remove her pants and underwear, a moan escaping her as he thrust inside her a moment later. She slid her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Chloe's urgency was not wasted on Sam, for he moved into her quickly, her inner muscles stroking him as he pounded against her, their hips moving in a perfect union that drove him over the top too quickly for either of them. When they came, it was together, breaths mingles as their lips melted together, mating even as their bodies gave into each other. With a final thrust deeply embedded inside her, Sam spilled himself into her with a cry.
Nearly an hour later, they lay curled up together asleep, their breathing still in perfect sync.
&&&&&
Dean sat at the table alone in the motel room, reading a copy of the local paper the Metropolis tabloid, the Inquisitor. He snorted at the headline on the cover. Alien gives birth to twin puppies with super powers.
"Yeah, right," he grumbled, flipping it open just for kicks and scanning the other headlines inside. Amused at the ridiculousness of the articles he was about to push it away to go get a cup of coffee when the final story caught his eyes. Mysterious Men Vie with Alien Over Daily Planet Metropolis Reporter Chloe Sullivan.
Blinking, he sank back into his chair, reading the article. It was damn near word for word the entire confrontation at the Talon that they'd had the day before. "What the..."
Sam knocked on the door loudly, hoping his brother would be up by now before barreling into his room. He glanced at Chloe and smiled. "No offense, but I'd like to have Dean dressed before you see him. Women kinda drool all over him, if you know what I mean."
Chloe's eyes were warm. "Well, I'm not like other girls."
"Good point," he replied, stroking her cheek with a finger, not paying attention to the fact that Dean had yanked the door open in irritation and was now rolling his eyes.
"God, are you two still at it?" he retorted, standing back to let them in.
"Good morning, sunshine," Sam replied with a smirk, letting Chloe in first. "Haven't had your coffee yet, huh?"
"Morning," Chloe said with a small smile. "I could go get coffee for everyone," she volunteered.
"Not until you two read this," Dean said, tossing the paper at them.
"You're reading the Inquisitor?" Chloe arched an eyebrow, an amused smirk on her face.
"Hey, not like I have anything else to do here," Dean retorted, giving Sam a knowing look.
Ignoring his brother, Sam asked, "So what's got your panties in a wad, anyway?" He glanced over Chloe's shoulder and started reading the article. And stared as he realized... someone had written down everything he had said to Clark. Everything.
Chloe's face paled as she re-read the article. Her eyes searched out the name attached to the article. "Oh, God."
"Please tell me you know how this happened," Sam replied, his voice hard even as a gentle hand settled on her shoulder.
"Linda Lake." Her jaw tensed a little.
"Huh?" Dean looked at her, shaking his head a little. "Name says Pauline Pond."
"A really lame and thinly veiled pen name," she said grimly, rising to her feet.
"You're kidding me, right?" Sam replied. "You know her?"
"You could say that. She was a gossip columnist at the Daily Planet," she told them. "Highly paid, nasty as they come yellow journalist. She was also a meteor freak."
Dean couldn't help but smile. "A meteor freak, huh?"
Sam's brow furrowed. "Wait, what do you mean... was?"
"Well...I thought she was dead," she admitted, suddenly feeling uneasy.
Sam gently squeezed her shoulder. "What, did you kill her or something?" he asked.
"Dude, does it matter? She's publishing stuff about us! Like we need the publicity," Dean retorted hotly.
"Can you tone down the eagerness for just a second?" Sam bit back.
"No, he's right. She's dangerous." She looked around the room nervously.
Sam followed Chloe's gaze as it darted around the room. Something, he thought, felt off suddenly. Her body was tense, her breath caught in her throat. "What makes her a meteor freak?" he asked softly.
"She can turn herself into water at will," she said grimly. "It's how she always managed to get the best scoops. No one knew she was even around."
Dean grimaced. "Water? Okay, I've seen some freaky shit in my life, but that's just creepy." He looked at Sam, eyebrows raised.
Sam nodded and looked at Chloe. "You said you thought she was dead... did you try to kill her?"
"Not intentionally. Exactly." She bit her lower lip. "More like self-defense that ended with her getting hit by a car and going down the drain. Literally."
"Like I said... creepy." Dean headed for the door. "I'm going to get some coffee, then we're gonna find out how to kill her. For good."
Sam nodded. "Do me a favor and get us all something, okay?" He had a feeling this was going to be a hard hunt.
Glancing at Chloe, the eldest Winchester nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
She drew in a breath and looked at Sam, rattled by the revelation that Linda Lake was alive and out there somewhere. "Well. Welcome to Smallville. You're officially on the meteor freak tour now."
"Yeah, well, Dean was gettin' a little bored just hanging around here," Sam replied with a wry smile, rubbing her arms. "Might as well hunt something down in the meantime."
"So short of somehow capturing her and turning her into an ice cube, how does one go about killing someone who can turn into water?" she asked him worriedly.
Sam chuckled. "I don't know... the ice cube theory sounds good." He looked down at her and smoothed the concern from her face. "That's going to be something to research," he replied, "though we've never dealt with meteor freaks before."
She let out a breath, relaxing at his light touch. "Well, fortunately for you, I have. A lot." She offered him a small, wry smile.
"Then I guess you get to help us out," he whispered, sensing she knew all the ins and outs of hunting these kinds of... people.
"I'm gonna need to go back to Lois's and get my computer. All my research is on it."
"Want me to come with you?" Sam's smile was hopeful. He took her hand and threaded his fingers through hers.
She smiled back at him, unable to stop herself. "Yeah, I'd like that."
He touched her face with his free hand, grinning widely at her immediate acceptance of his presence.
Dean suddenly walked into the room, grimacing at the scene before him. "Good God, you two gonna go at it again?"
"Shut up, dude," Sam growled, not amused by his brother's irritation.
Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange.
"Here." Dean held a cup of coffee out to his little brother and another cup toward Chloe.
She sniffed it, frowned and opened the lid. "Orange juice?"
Sam smirked at his brother. "What, you looking out for my girl already?" he asked, amused as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Hey, caffeine’s not good for the baby," Dean replied, shooting a winning smile at Chloe.
She shook her head a little and sipped the orange juice, grimacing a little. "Well it's definitely not a latte, but I guess I'll have to deal for a few months." She sighed softly. "All right, we should head over to the Talon, Sam. The sooner we can get rid of Linda Lake...the better I'll feel."
You have no idea, he thought, glancing sideways at his brother. The last thing they needed was the FBI swooping in on Smallville for them. "Yeah, let's go." He wrapped an arm around Chloe and looked at Dean. "We'll be back in a few."
Cocking en eyebrow, Dean replied, "Uh huh, Sure."
Chloe smirked at him, leading Sam out to her car. Hopefully this wasn't going to be as difficult as she imagined it was going to be.
The ride to the Talon was quiet, the connection between them crackling with awareness and tension. His hand gently stroked the back of her neck, playing with her pale blonde hair. He couldn't not touch her anymore. At the rate they were going, hunting might be harder than he thought... especially if she really was a chosen one.
She bit her lower lip, warmth radiating through her body at his gentle caresses. "I have a feeling that...she's after me." Her voice was quiet and she glanced at him sideways before putting her car into the park position outside the Talon.
He felt her body shiver with pleasure at his touch and smiled, his own body growing warm and hard. "Why, because you were there when she was hit by that car?"
She smiled wryly. "There's...a bit more to it than that," she admitted, making no move to get out of the car.
"Such as?" Sam asked, his eyes making contact with hers and melting into them.
Chloe gazed at him intently, as lost in his eyes as he was in hers. "Well, Linda never really liked me to start with. I didn't put up with her crap at work. But she's killed before and she knows I know. And then there was the whole...throwing her into oncoming traffic part...and the fact that she can't work at the Daily Planet anymore. And believe me, going from the DP to the Inquisitor is... humiliating."
"She sounds like a regular breath of fresh air," he remarked sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow. "Based on what we just read, she doesn't sound good enough for the Daily Planet."
"Except she could get the most intimate details of people's lives without them ever even knowing until it was splashed across her column. You'd be surprised how interested people are in the lives of other people."
"And that's a bad thing for me and Dean," Sam blurted out without thinking, glancing around for anything suspicious.
"I know." She gazed at him for a long moment, then looked out the windshield. "Maybe you guys should take off until she's gone."
He immediately shook his head. "Not without you, Chloe... and if this chick is as nosy as you say she is, then she needs to be stopped." His eyes turned back to hers, determined and stubborn in his resolve.
She was quiet for a moment and then turned to look at him. "I don't want either of you getting hurt or in trouble because of me."
"Dean and I were in trouble long before I met you," he whispered, leaning in and touching his forehead to hers gently. "Accept it, you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
She closed her eyes, lifting a hand to his cheek and then kissing him softly on the lips. "I never said I didn't like it," she whispered.
Sam felt the electric spark of her kiss shoot straight down his back and into his stomach, knots of anticipation beginning to form. "I want you again," he whispered, kissing her back gently, even though he wanted to take her right there and then.
She groaned softly at his words, unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding her arms around him. "This is definitely going to become a problem," she said with a faint smile.
Pulling her to him, Sam groaned at her words. "You must've read my mind," he whispered, kissing her deeply.
Less than a moment later she was on his lap, her lips trailing kisses down his neck.
Sam groaned, feeling her hips wriggling on top of him as she kissed his neck. "Chloe," he ground out, feeling stifled by the tight space of her car. "Um, shouldn't you....?" His hands roamed over her back, however, trying to slip under her shirt.
"We should...go inside." She couldn't seem to stop herself from kissing his jaw and then his lips, even though she knew if this carried on much longer they'd both be arrested for indecent exposure.
His breath hitched in his throat. "God, get your stuff... quickly... before we're caught..." He put his hands to her hips and tried to still her body, though all he ended up doing was reaching for the front of her jeans.
She bit down on her lower lip, shifting against him involuntarily and casting a glance toward the apartment above the Talon. God, she hoped Lois wasn't there. "Come on."
"You need to... give me a minute..." he rasped, throwing his head back against the seat in agony. "Chloe, stop moving... please..." His hand fumbled for the door and opened it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, laying her head down against his shoulder and trying to remain still.
Sam chuckled. "Don't be," he whispered in her ear, his fingers threading through her hair. "You turn me on at the turn of the dime."
That was definitely new, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. She closed her eyes, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Ditto."
They sat there for a moment, their breathing becoming in sync with the other's quickly. Sam was amazed at how much they were coming to rely on each other... and it scared him a little. "Okay, let's go," he replied. "I think I can walk."
She giggled involuntarily, sliding out of the car and holding her hand out to him.
He put his hand in hers and felt the sparks fly. He grinned mischievously. "Can we make this quick?" he asked, getting out of the car and shutting it.
She cocked her head to one side, smirking. "You know that's generally not something you should say to a girl, Sam."
He slung an arm around her. "Remind me to tell you to take it extra slow later, then," he growled in her ear, biting her earlobe and feeling the shudder of longing shoot through her.
"Keep that up and you may have to carry me," she said, only half-kidding.
"Is that a promise?" he replied, chuckling softly. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he thought he caught something moving. He turned his head. Something felt off.
"What is it?" she asked, glancing up at him as she sensed his uneasiness.
"Thought I saw something," he replied, moving past her. "Go get your things. I'll check it out."
"No, come with me," she said, grabbing his arm, her green eyes worried.
He stopped still at her touch. "Hey," he whispered, turning to look at her. "It's okay, Chloe. I've done this kind of thing before." He couldn't look away from her stare, though: she truly looked frightened out of her mind.
"Not like this. Please."
Sam shook his head and took her hand. "Alright, come on." He tugged at her, leading her into the Talon, though his sense was that they had been watched.
Feeling the hair on the back of her neck standing on end, she clutched his hand a little tighter and led the way to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Sam felt an urgency in Chloe that had nothing to do with their physical need for each other. Once inside Lois's apartment, he watched from the doorway as she scrambled around, gathering her things, her breath coming in short pants. "Chloe," he said, taking a step towards her, "align your breathing to mine or you'll pass out."
Swallowing hard, she turned to face him, her eyes wide with alarm. Nodding quickly, she drew in a breath and closed her eyes, her breathing falling in tune with his without hardly any effort at all.
Whoa, he thought, feeling her panic decrease dramatically. That was... "Cool," he whispered, finishing his thought out loud. "Feeling better?" he asked after a moment, moving towards her.
"Yes," she admitted softly. "But I still wanna get out of here."
"You got everything, then?" He looked around, constantly aware of his surroundings, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for the slightest movement. The only thing he lacked was a gun in his hand, he thought.
"Yeah. Computer, a couple of books, extra clothes and..." She picked up her taser.
"Come on, then," he said, taking the books from her arms and heading for the door. Secretly, he was glad she owned a weapon. He wondered what else she was good at.
Her eyes widened a little when the door swung open before they go to it. "Hey, Lois."
Lois's eyes widened at the sight of Chloe and Sam in her apartment, both looking like they were in a hurry. "What, now it's kiss and go without saying hi?" she asked, slightly amused when she saw Sam color a little.
If she only knew, Sam thought, his mind wandering back to their quick make-out session in her car. "Lois," he said, nodding in greetings.
"Sorry. There's a meteor freak on the loose," she told her cousin apologetically, giving her a quick hug.
"Wonderful, so what else is new?" she asked, hugging Chloe back. "Anything I can do?"
Sam looked at Chloe briefly. "Don't tell anyone where Chloe is, okay?"
Chloe smiled faintly at Lois. "If you need me, I have my cell on. Be careful."
Lois nodded, slightly confused by their complete lack of explanation, but she let them pass. "You two, Chlo. Call me if you need anything."
"I will." She kissed Lois's cheek. "I'll call you later." She knew they had a lot to talk about.
Taking Chloe's hand once more, Sam led her down the stairs and through the throng of customers inside the Talon. They were being watched, he knew that as surely as he knew they were bound together. Glancing around, he found nothing out of the ordinary. She must be hiding somewhere, he thought. He pushed the doors open and got them back out to the car.
She handed him the keys this time, crawling into the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt. She felt it too and swallowed hard, glancing around inside her car to make sure there were no signs of water anywhere.
"It's her, isn't it?" Sam whispered, starting the engine to her Beetle and slowly pulling out into the street.
"Has to be," she said uneasily, focusing on keeping her breathing in tune with his.
Sam put a gentle hand on her knee and kept it there, deliberately taking the long way back to the hotel. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure they weren't being followed. He breathed deeply, making sure her breathing was even with his.
She covered his hand with her own, also glancing in the rearview frequently, sharing his anxiety.
"I think we're clear," he said after a few miles. There were no cars in sight and certainly no vehicles behind them. Still, he kept his wits about him, vowing to keep Chloe and their child safe, no matter what. He turned right at the intersection and headed for the hotel.
She let out a breath, relaxing a little and resting her head back against the seat. She glanced over at him, her gaze focusing on his face. "Linda Lake isn't the first meteor freak I've dealt with. I mean, yeah, she's bad news but we're gonna be okay."
"How you figure?" he asked, sneaking a glance at her.
She smiled a bit. "If you knew how many close calls I've had in the past six years, you'd understand."
Sam ran a finger down her cheek lightly as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. "I want to know about all of them," he replied with a sensual smile.
A short laugh escaped her. "That'd only take a lifetime."
Leaning his head against the seat, he stroked her cheek. "Yeah, exactly my point," he whispered, his mind completely lost in her feel of her skin.
Chloe gazed at him intently, leaning into his touch.
The heat between them was slowly becoming unbearable. He slowly burned at her response and wanted more. "Chloe," he rasped, his hand becoming more insistent.
"We should get inside," she managed to whisper, swallowing hard as desire washed over her.
"Yeah..." Sam let his fingers brush against her lips, then trail down her throat. His eyes followed and he noticed their breathing was still synchronized, though short and breathless. "Gonna be hard doing that," he managed to say.
"It'll be worse if we don't." She groaned softly as his fingers skimmed lightly over her collarbone.
He felt the goose bumps on her skin and groaned himself. "Then help me take my hand off you so we can go inside and continue this... nice and slow."
Reluctantly she reached up and enfolded his hand in hers, biting her lower lip as she slowly pushed it back toward him. Then she quickly grabbed the door handle and climbed out of the car.
Watching her leave, he immediately scrambled out of the car and grabbing her things as he did. He didn't want her to have any reason to leave once they got inside their room. He caught up with her outside the door and handed her the key.
A small smile tugging at her lips, she unlocked the door quickly and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him.
Sam gently put her things on the table but immediately joined her at the door, putting his hands on either side of her, pinning her there. A wicked smile crossed his lips. "So, what do you want to do?" he whispered, his lips mere inches from hers.
Chloe gazed up at him, a smirk forming on her face. "Hmm. I don't know. Have any ideas?"
"I have a few," he replied, shooting her a sensual smile.
She tilted her head up a little more, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "So are you gonna leave me in suspense all day or what?"
"You're the mind reader," he joked, brushing his lips against hers. "You tell me what I've got on my mind." Sam held his body still, his hands pressed against the door. He itched to touch her but forced himself to simply kiss her slowly.
"Sam Winchester." Her eyes were wide with amusement as the kiss ended. "You have a dirty mind."
He grinned wickedly. "Yeah, I do. Don't I hide it well?" He put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her deeply, unable to be separated from her.
All thought flew from her mind with the kiss he planted on her. She slid her arms around him, pulling him closer so he was flush up against her.
Sam lost no time in showing her exactly what she did to him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he pressed her against the door and groaned when her hips moved against him. "Slowly," he muttered against her mouth.
She whimpered, tightening her legs around him a little more, her hands tangling in his hair.
He wanted to make love to her right then and there but held himself back, choosing instead to trail his lips down her neck as his fingers tugged at her top. He pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her exposed skin. He was awed at how beautiful she was, at how lucky he felt to have found her in the first place.
Her breathing was ragged, her eyes closing as her head fell back against the door as he explored her neck with his lips. She slid her hands around to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly as she placed a kiss against his jaw.
Shirts gone, their bodies pressed together, Sam let Chloe trail kisses along his neck, her lower body writhing against his. He gritted his teeth in anticipation, willing his body to maintain a little control. Her desire met his, however, so he pulled them off the door and carried her to the large bed, laying her down gently and covering her body with his.
Within moments they were both completely undressed. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest as she gazed intently into his eyes. She didn't know how or understand why, but they were connected and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It was all-consuming. She reached up and touched his cheek softly, pulling him down for a kiss.
Sam stroked her body, unable to look away from her. He saw her desire and need and knew in his heart she was ready for him, physically and mentally. He didn't know how he knew that, but even as he gently slid himself into her, their eyes still connected, he watched her eyes droop with pleasure and satisfaction. He rested his hands on either side of her body and began to move slowly.
A soft whimper escaped her and she lifted her hips to meet him halfway, her hands moving to his face as her gaze locked on his intently. Her heart beating quickly in her chest, she slowly wound her legs around his waist.
The noises she made aroused him, seduced him, pushed him further into her body and heart. The air crackled with electricity as they reached their peaks, their breaths mingling as he watched her climax, reveled in the sensations she created in and around him. His body demanded release and he gave into it, emptying into her with a last thrust.
Exhausted, but content, she slid her arms around him, keeping him close and pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone as she lay beneath him.
Sam buried his face into her neck and breathed in the scent of her skin. "You smell wonderful," he rasped, smiling at the serenity he felt. How well they fit together.
"We do, don't we?" she whispered, stroking one hand down his neck and back slowly. "This has to be real."
He chuckled and kissed the tender spot of her neck. "Yes, it's real." He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a longing he had never felt before.
The breath caught in her throat as their eyes met again. Some part of her thought that she should be freaked out--she'd been sleeping with a virtual stranger, was pregnant with his baby, and had new weird freaky powers--but somehow, she wasn't scared. She felt complete. Whole. For the first time in her life. She placed a soft kiss against his lips.
His eyelids fluttered shut as he shut off his mind and felt the gentle pressure of her mouth against his, teasing him gently, as if she had always known how he liked being kissed. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her again. "I think I could do this all day long," he whispered with a knowing smile.
Chloe smiled, as well. "Well at some point, I'm going to get hungry. Just FYI," she said lightly.
He grinned. "That's what takeout is for." He got an image of feeding each other using their fingers, cooling food sliding into mouths and licking fingers as they ate. Finding some excuse of a dessert so he could eat it off her flat stomach. His body burned suddenly, a flare of lust hitting the pit of his stomach.
She groaned softly at the mental image in her mind, closing her eyes and licking her lips without even thinking about it.
Seeing her lips moist, he leaned down and kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth quickly for a moment. "Thought you'd like that picture," he replied with a smirk.
She slid a hand through his hair, gazing at him once more and then trailing her fingers lightly down his cheek. "We need answers, Sam," she whispered.
Reluctantly, Sam got off her and rolled onto his back. "Yeah, I know," he whispered, wondering where to start searching for answers to questions he still couldn't quite give a voice to.
She shifted, moving so her head rested against his chest, a hand on his stomach. She had so many questions the sheer volume frightened her. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Where do we start?" Sam asked, closing his hand over hers and keeping their physical connection, even as their mental one began to shimmer in the air.
"Funny. I was about to ask you that." She smiled a little. "Are you starting to read my mind?"
He chuckled. "No, though I've begun to notice how our... connection... seems to become more intense when we're thinking about the same thing."
Chloe smiled a little more, lifting her head to look at him. "Which seems to be a lot," she said softly.
"You can feel it, too, then?" he asked, lifting his head and looking at her. Stupid question, he realized when he felt the air crackle with tension around them.
"I've never felt anything like it," Chloe told him quietly, searching his eyes.
Pulling her towards him, he whispered, "Me neither." He kissed her gently but quickly. "We need to get out bed and start figuring out what this is and how to control it."
Nodding in agreement, she reluctantly pulled away from him, biting her lower lip as she dressed quickly. "So where do we start?"
"That's a damn good question," he replied, watching her dress before he tugged on his own clothing. "I'd say the Internet, but I think this calls for something... older."
Arching an eyebrow, she turned to look at him. "How much older?"
Sam thought for a moment, searching his mind for the right word. "Ancient?" he finally said, looking intently in her eyes once more. "We need to find a library."
Chloe grinned. "Fortunately for us, I know exactly where one is."
He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. "Do tell me where," he whispered, kissing her earlobe playfully.
She chuckled, sliding her arms around his waist. "I'll do one better. Let's go." She grabbed his hand and led him toward the door.
Grinning, Sam held onto her hand and willingly followed her out the hotel room and towards her Beetle. "Not gonna give me a hint?" he teased as he let go of her hand and walked around to the passenger side.
"Well, it's in Smallville." She winked at him before sliding behind the wheel of her car and starting the engine.
Unable to resist, he brushed her thigh with his fingers. "Where in Smallville?" he growled seductively, watching her fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
She swallowed hard, goose bumps rising up on her skin. "Downtown, near the school."
His hand moved to cup her cheek. "Let's hurry, okay?"
She pressed her foot on the gas pedal. He sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
It had been hours, Sam thought, pacing the length of Dean's room. She promised she wouldn't be too long, and he really wanted to go back to the Talon and beat the life out of Clark Kent. "Dude, she should be here by now," he muttered, not looking at his brother.
He let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Try calling her again," he said. Before Sam had the chance to pick up the phone, there was a quiet knock on the door. "There ya go."
Smirking at Dean, he practically pulled the door off the hinges. Wordlessly, Sam gazed down at Chloe's tear-stained face and muttered a string of curses in his mind. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.
She let out a breath and slid her arms around his waist tightly. "Sorry I took so long."
He squeezed her gently. "I was... worried about you," he admitted softly, kissing the top of her head and pulling her inside the room.
She let out a breath, not looking up as she wiped the tears from her eyes and moved past him, heading toward the bathroom. "Be right back out."
Reluctantly letting her go, Sam watched as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down heavily. "What did that guy do to her?" he asked out loud.
Dean watched her go, something akin to worry in his own eyes. He looked back at his brother, shrugging slightly. "Your guess is as good as mine."
Sam turned and glanced at his older brother. "Was it me, or did Clark seem really... happy about us threatening him?"
"Some guys are twisted."
Sam thought it was something more than that, but he simply shook his head. He knew they should be researching, but the desire to do so left the second she walked into the room. Sam took a deep breath.
Dean groaned. "Am I gonna need to leave the room?"
"No, dude," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "I'll just pick her up and carry her off to my cave for that." He stood up and moved to the bathroom door. "You okay in there?"
He smirked a little at his brother's response.
"I'm fine." She emerged a moment later, her eyes still red-rimmed, but the tears gone. "You guys found anything?"
Sam glanced at Dean before he answered. "No, not really. Just a bunch of dead ends." He took her hand and squeezed it gently.
She managed a small, faint smile. "Figures."
Dean raised an eyebrow, looking from Sam to Chloe and back again. "Well. I think I have some books in the other room that I should go look through."
"Dean --" Sam began but stopped at the look in the other man's eye.
"See ya." He headed for the door, a small smirk on his face.
Chloe watched him go, wrapping her arms around herself silently.
Coming up behind her, Sam wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her tense body back so their bodies bumped together gently. Her demeanor confused him, even as he felt her relax in his embrace. "What is it?" he said simply.
She bit her lower lip, swallowing hard. She covered his arms with her own, closing her own and resting her head back against his chest. "I don't think Clark and I are friends anymore."
Probably a good idea, he thought, secretly glad of this fact. Chloe, however, seemed truly upset about it. He moved them over to the bed and sat her on his lap, turning her face to look at him. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"The funny part is...I don't even know." Her voice was quiet.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, calm as he held her close, putting her head against his chest.
"Things have been strained for awhile," she admitted. "It just seems like every time we try to talk one or both of us end up yelling and saying horrible things."
Sounds like they were a couple, he thought, his heart sinking into his stomach. "Do you... love him?" he asked, knowing he would regret the answer. He had to know, though. It was as certain as the knowledge that he couldn't physically be without this blonde-haired woman.
"I used to," she said without hesitation, pulling away to look up at him. "I uh...I don't really know anymore. Things have gotten....confusing." Her voice was soft.
He couldn't meet her honest gaze. "Yeah, tell me about it," he whispered solemnly. She might have Clark... if not for him, he thought. He felt their connection crackle suddenly, painful and longing. He winced at it, wondering for the first time if maybe whatever this was had been manipulating his emotions the whole time.
Chloe touched his cheek. "Don't think like that. Clark and I were never together," she told him.
Sam's eyes darkened. "How'd you know what I was thinking?" he whispered, leaning into her touch.
She blinked, startled. "I don't...I don't know." Her heart began to pound in her chest and she slid off his lap, slowly beginning to pace the floor.
Sam watched her move around, an idea beginning to formulate in his mind. He suddenly remembered the last mind reader he and Dean had come across. "Chloe?" he asked. "Who am I thinking about right now?" He kept his gaze on her face.
"Why would someone name their kid Missouri?" she asked off-handedly.
Sam's eyes widened. "What?" he asked. He'd been thinking about Missouri Moseley and blinked. Hard.
She turned to stare at him, her face drained of all color.
Sam stumbled to his feet. "Oh my God," he whispered, utterly stupefied. Suddenly it all made sense. He just couldn't believe he had found another one.
"What? What is it?" She shook her head, swallowing hard. "Found another one what?"
"Another one of... us." He didn't even know where to begin, but as he watched her stop and look at him, eyes wide with confusion and fear, Sam understood what their connection was: real, definite, and dangerous. He just didn't know how.
"You're scaring me," she whispered.
He ran over his face. "I'm.... sorry, I don't mean to," he reassured her, reaching out with his other hand for her. He needed to touch her, feel her skin against his. "We have a lot to talk about, Chloe, because... well, you're more like me than either of us thought."
"Like you..." She shook her head slightly, not understanding, though she didn't resist when he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Like you how, Sam?"
He grimaced at her confusion and again wondered where to begin. "Your abilities must have been kick started because of the baby," he mused. "Before you and I met, did you have any... abilities?"
"You mean other than the ability to find trouble wherever it was?" She gazed at him intently. "No."
He gripped her shoulder tightly. "Yeah, must have been our... time together or something." He gazed at her intently. "Chloe, there's something going on out there, involving children who are... chosen. I now believe you are one of them."
If anything his words confused her more. "Chosen," she echoed.
"Chosen... for a specific purpose... I don't know what, exactly, but..." He stopped speaking, his body frozen.
Chloe gazed at him intently, her eyes still wide with uncertainty. "Or maybe the prolonged exposure to the meteor rocks has somehow changed me."
He put both hands on her shoulder and drew her closer to him. "Would meteor rocks explain how we can't stop touching each other?" he whispered, leaning down and kissing her gently.
She immediately melted against him, kissing him back.
His hands went from her shoulders and brushed her cheeks, as their bodies immediately pressed against each other. Her response never failed to create a riot of sensations through Sam's body. She felt so right in his arms, he thought as he deepened their kisses, unable to help himself. It was something he had never experienced, and he couldn't get enough of it.
A soft whimper escaped her and she slid her hands underneath his shirt, feeling him shudder beneath her touch. She nibbled lightly on his lower lip.
Her touch against his sensitive skin set him on fire. Literally. With a loud groan, Sam picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down before crawling on top of her and settling his weight over her. "See what I mean?" he rasped.
She gazed up at him, her green eyes intense. "What does it mean?"
His hands stroked her sides, feeling her shiver all over as he kissed her neck. "I don't know, but if I'm right, we really do belong together, Chloe," he whispered against her skin.
She shuddered against the feel of his tongue on her neck. "Make love to me," she whispered, sliding her hands through his hair.
Her voice, filled with the same heat and desire he felt, made him groan with frustration. Yanking the shirt off her head, he gently pulled off her bra and stroked her naked skin, lightly squeezing her breasts and watching her writhe beneath him.
She pulled his face down, meeting his lips in an urgent kiss, her heart beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
Sam shrugged out of his long-sleeved shirt himself, though he pulled her arms around him, silently asking her to help him out. He loved her soft touch on his body and shuddered with desire when she complied, pulling his shirt over his head before digging into his hair and kissing him again.
She lifted her hips to help him remove her pants and underwear, a moan escaping her as he thrust inside her a moment later. She slid her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Chloe's urgency was not wasted on Sam, for he moved into her quickly, her inner muscles stroking him as he pounded against her, their hips moving in a perfect union that drove him over the top too quickly for either of them. When they came, it was together, breaths mingles as their lips melted together, mating even as their bodies gave into each other. With a final thrust deeply embedded inside her, Sam spilled himself into her with a cry.
Nearly an hour later, they lay curled up together asleep, their breathing still in perfect sync.
&&&&&
Dean sat at the table alone in the motel room, reading a copy of the local paper the Metropolis tabloid, the Inquisitor. He snorted at the headline on the cover. Alien gives birth to twin puppies with super powers.
"Yeah, right," he grumbled, flipping it open just for kicks and scanning the other headlines inside. Amused at the ridiculousness of the articles he was about to push it away to go get a cup of coffee when the final story caught his eyes. Mysterious Men Vie with Alien Over Daily Planet Metropolis Reporter Chloe Sullivan.
Blinking, he sank back into his chair, reading the article. It was damn near word for word the entire confrontation at the Talon that they'd had the day before. "What the..."
Sam knocked on the door loudly, hoping his brother would be up by now before barreling into his room. He glanced at Chloe and smiled. "No offense, but I'd like to have Dean dressed before you see him. Women kinda drool all over him, if you know what I mean."
Chloe's eyes were warm. "Well, I'm not like other girls."
"Good point," he replied, stroking her cheek with a finger, not paying attention to the fact that Dean had yanked the door open in irritation and was now rolling his eyes.
"God, are you two still at it?" he retorted, standing back to let them in.
"Good morning, sunshine," Sam replied with a smirk, letting Chloe in first. "Haven't had your coffee yet, huh?"
"Morning," Chloe said with a small smile. "I could go get coffee for everyone," she volunteered.
"Not until you two read this," Dean said, tossing the paper at them.
"You're reading the Inquisitor?" Chloe arched an eyebrow, an amused smirk on her face.
"Hey, not like I have anything else to do here," Dean retorted, giving Sam a knowing look.
Ignoring his brother, Sam asked, "So what's got your panties in a wad, anyway?" He glanced over Chloe's shoulder and started reading the article. And stared as he realized... someone had written down everything he had said to Clark. Everything.
Chloe's face paled as she re-read the article. Her eyes searched out the name attached to the article. "Oh, God."
"Please tell me you know how this happened," Sam replied, his voice hard even as a gentle hand settled on her shoulder.
"Linda Lake." Her jaw tensed a little.
"Huh?" Dean looked at her, shaking his head a little. "Name says Pauline Pond."
"A really lame and thinly veiled pen name," she said grimly, rising to her feet.
"You're kidding me, right?" Sam replied. "You know her?"
"You could say that. She was a gossip columnist at the Daily Planet," she told them. "Highly paid, nasty as they come yellow journalist. She was also a meteor freak."
Dean couldn't help but smile. "A meteor freak, huh?"
Sam's brow furrowed. "Wait, what do you mean... was?"
"Well...I thought she was dead," she admitted, suddenly feeling uneasy.
Sam gently squeezed her shoulder. "What, did you kill her or something?" he asked.
"Dude, does it matter? She's publishing stuff about us! Like we need the publicity," Dean retorted hotly.
"Can you tone down the eagerness for just a second?" Sam bit back.
"No, he's right. She's dangerous." She looked around the room nervously.
Sam followed Chloe's gaze as it darted around the room. Something, he thought, felt off suddenly. Her body was tense, her breath caught in her throat. "What makes her a meteor freak?" he asked softly.
"She can turn herself into water at will," she said grimly. "It's how she always managed to get the best scoops. No one knew she was even around."
Dean grimaced. "Water? Okay, I've seen some freaky shit in my life, but that's just creepy." He looked at Sam, eyebrows raised.
Sam nodded and looked at Chloe. "You said you thought she was dead... did you try to kill her?"
"Not intentionally. Exactly." She bit her lower lip. "More like self-defense that ended with her getting hit by a car and going down the drain. Literally."
"Like I said... creepy." Dean headed for the door. "I'm going to get some coffee, then we're gonna find out how to kill her. For good."
Sam nodded. "Do me a favor and get us all something, okay?" He had a feeling this was going to be a hard hunt.
Glancing at Chloe, the eldest Winchester nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
She drew in a breath and looked at Sam, rattled by the revelation that Linda Lake was alive and out there somewhere. "Well. Welcome to Smallville. You're officially on the meteor freak tour now."
"Yeah, well, Dean was gettin' a little bored just hanging around here," Sam replied with a wry smile, rubbing her arms. "Might as well hunt something down in the meantime."
"So short of somehow capturing her and turning her into an ice cube, how does one go about killing someone who can turn into water?" she asked him worriedly.
Sam chuckled. "I don't know... the ice cube theory sounds good." He looked down at her and smoothed the concern from her face. "That's going to be something to research," he replied, "though we've never dealt with meteor freaks before."
She let out a breath, relaxing at his light touch. "Well, fortunately for you, I have. A lot." She offered him a small, wry smile.
"Then I guess you get to help us out," he whispered, sensing she knew all the ins and outs of hunting these kinds of... people.
"I'm gonna need to go back to Lois's and get my computer. All my research is on it."
"Want me to come with you?" Sam's smile was hopeful. He took her hand and threaded his fingers through hers.
She smiled back at him, unable to stop herself. "Yeah, I'd like that."
He touched her face with his free hand, grinning widely at her immediate acceptance of his presence.
Dean suddenly walked into the room, grimacing at the scene before him. "Good God, you two gonna go at it again?"
"Shut up, dude," Sam growled, not amused by his brother's irritation.
Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange.
"Here." Dean held a cup of coffee out to his little brother and another cup toward Chloe.
She sniffed it, frowned and opened the lid. "Orange juice?"
Sam smirked at his brother. "What, you looking out for my girl already?" he asked, amused as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Hey, caffeine’s not good for the baby," Dean replied, shooting a winning smile at Chloe.
She shook her head a little and sipped the orange juice, grimacing a little. "Well it's definitely not a latte, but I guess I'll have to deal for a few months." She sighed softly. "All right, we should head over to the Talon, Sam. The sooner we can get rid of Linda Lake...the better I'll feel."
You have no idea, he thought, glancing sideways at his brother. The last thing they needed was the FBI swooping in on Smallville for them. "Yeah, let's go." He wrapped an arm around Chloe and looked at Dean. "We'll be back in a few."
Cocking en eyebrow, Dean replied, "Uh huh, Sure."
Chloe smirked at him, leading Sam out to her car. Hopefully this wasn't going to be as difficult as she imagined it was going to be.
The ride to the Talon was quiet, the connection between them crackling with awareness and tension. His hand gently stroked the back of her neck, playing with her pale blonde hair. He couldn't not touch her anymore. At the rate they were going, hunting might be harder than he thought... especially if she really was a chosen one.
She bit her lower lip, warmth radiating through her body at his gentle caresses. "I have a feeling that...she's after me." Her voice was quiet and she glanced at him sideways before putting her car into the park position outside the Talon.
He felt her body shiver with pleasure at his touch and smiled, his own body growing warm and hard. "Why, because you were there when she was hit by that car?"
She smiled wryly. "There's...a bit more to it than that," she admitted, making no move to get out of the car.
"Such as?" Sam asked, his eyes making contact with hers and melting into them.
Chloe gazed at him intently, as lost in his eyes as he was in hers. "Well, Linda never really liked me to start with. I didn't put up with her crap at work. But she's killed before and she knows I know. And then there was the whole...throwing her into oncoming traffic part...and the fact that she can't work at the Daily Planet anymore. And believe me, going from the DP to the Inquisitor is... humiliating."
"She sounds like a regular breath of fresh air," he remarked sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow. "Based on what we just read, she doesn't sound good enough for the Daily Planet."
"Except she could get the most intimate details of people's lives without them ever even knowing until it was splashed across her column. You'd be surprised how interested people are in the lives of other people."
"And that's a bad thing for me and Dean," Sam blurted out without thinking, glancing around for anything suspicious.
"I know." She gazed at him for a long moment, then looked out the windshield. "Maybe you guys should take off until she's gone."
He immediately shook his head. "Not without you, Chloe... and if this chick is as nosy as you say she is, then she needs to be stopped." His eyes turned back to hers, determined and stubborn in his resolve.
She was quiet for a moment and then turned to look at him. "I don't want either of you getting hurt or in trouble because of me."
"Dean and I were in trouble long before I met you," he whispered, leaning in and touching his forehead to hers gently. "Accept it, you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
She closed her eyes, lifting a hand to his cheek and then kissing him softly on the lips. "I never said I didn't like it," she whispered.
Sam felt the electric spark of her kiss shoot straight down his back and into his stomach, knots of anticipation beginning to form. "I want you again," he whispered, kissing her back gently, even though he wanted to take her right there and then.
She groaned softly at his words, unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding her arms around him. "This is definitely going to become a problem," she said with a faint smile.
Pulling her to him, Sam groaned at her words. "You must've read my mind," he whispered, kissing her deeply.
Less than a moment later she was on his lap, her lips trailing kisses down his neck.
Sam groaned, feeling her hips wriggling on top of him as she kissed his neck. "Chloe," he ground out, feeling stifled by the tight space of her car. "Um, shouldn't you....?" His hands roamed over her back, however, trying to slip under her shirt.
"We should...go inside." She couldn't seem to stop herself from kissing his jaw and then his lips, even though she knew if this carried on much longer they'd both be arrested for indecent exposure.
His breath hitched in his throat. "God, get your stuff... quickly... before we're caught..." He put his hands to her hips and tried to still her body, though all he ended up doing was reaching for the front of her jeans.
She bit down on her lower lip, shifting against him involuntarily and casting a glance toward the apartment above the Talon. God, she hoped Lois wasn't there. "Come on."
"You need to... give me a minute..." he rasped, throwing his head back against the seat in agony. "Chloe, stop moving... please..." His hand fumbled for the door and opened it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, laying her head down against his shoulder and trying to remain still.
Sam chuckled. "Don't be," he whispered in her ear, his fingers threading through her hair. "You turn me on at the turn of the dime."
That was definitely new, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. She closed her eyes, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Ditto."
They sat there for a moment, their breathing becoming in sync with the other's quickly. Sam was amazed at how much they were coming to rely on each other... and it scared him a little. "Okay, let's go," he replied. "I think I can walk."
She giggled involuntarily, sliding out of the car and holding her hand out to him.
He put his hand in hers and felt the sparks fly. He grinned mischievously. "Can we make this quick?" he asked, getting out of the car and shutting it.
She cocked her head to one side, smirking. "You know that's generally not something you should say to a girl, Sam."
He slung an arm around her. "Remind me to tell you to take it extra slow later, then," he growled in her ear, biting her earlobe and feeling the shudder of longing shoot through her.
"Keep that up and you may have to carry me," she said, only half-kidding.
"Is that a promise?" he replied, chuckling softly. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he thought he caught something moving. He turned his head. Something felt off.
"What is it?" she asked, glancing up at him as she sensed his uneasiness.
"Thought I saw something," he replied, moving past her. "Go get your things. I'll check it out."
"No, come with me," she said, grabbing his arm, her green eyes worried.
He stopped still at her touch. "Hey," he whispered, turning to look at her. "It's okay, Chloe. I've done this kind of thing before." He couldn't look away from her stare, though: she truly looked frightened out of her mind.
"Not like this. Please."
Sam shook his head and took her hand. "Alright, come on." He tugged at her, leading her into the Talon, though his sense was that they had been watched.
Feeling the hair on the back of her neck standing on end, she clutched his hand a little tighter and led the way to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Sam felt an urgency in Chloe that had nothing to do with their physical need for each other. Once inside Lois's apartment, he watched from the doorway as she scrambled around, gathering her things, her breath coming in short pants. "Chloe," he said, taking a step towards her, "align your breathing to mine or you'll pass out."
Swallowing hard, she turned to face him, her eyes wide with alarm. Nodding quickly, she drew in a breath and closed her eyes, her breathing falling in tune with his without hardly any effort at all.
Whoa, he thought, feeling her panic decrease dramatically. That was... "Cool," he whispered, finishing his thought out loud. "Feeling better?" he asked after a moment, moving towards her.
"Yes," she admitted softly. "But I still wanna get out of here."
"You got everything, then?" He looked around, constantly aware of his surroundings, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for the slightest movement. The only thing he lacked was a gun in his hand, he thought.
"Yeah. Computer, a couple of books, extra clothes and..." She picked up her taser.
"Come on, then," he said, taking the books from her arms and heading for the door. Secretly, he was glad she owned a weapon. He wondered what else she was good at.
Her eyes widened a little when the door swung open before they go to it. "Hey, Lois."
Lois's eyes widened at the sight of Chloe and Sam in her apartment, both looking like they were in a hurry. "What, now it's kiss and go without saying hi?" she asked, slightly amused when she saw Sam color a little.
If she only knew, Sam thought, his mind wandering back to their quick make-out session in her car. "Lois," he said, nodding in greetings.
"Sorry. There's a meteor freak on the loose," she told her cousin apologetically, giving her a quick hug.
"Wonderful, so what else is new?" she asked, hugging Chloe back. "Anything I can do?"
Sam looked at Chloe briefly. "Don't tell anyone where Chloe is, okay?"
Chloe smiled faintly at Lois. "If you need me, I have my cell on. Be careful."
Lois nodded, slightly confused by their complete lack of explanation, but she let them pass. "You two, Chlo. Call me if you need anything."
"I will." She kissed Lois's cheek. "I'll call you later." She knew they had a lot to talk about.
Taking Chloe's hand once more, Sam led her down the stairs and through the throng of customers inside the Talon. They were being watched, he knew that as surely as he knew they were bound together. Glancing around, he found nothing out of the ordinary. She must be hiding somewhere, he thought. He pushed the doors open and got them back out to the car.
She handed him the keys this time, crawling into the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt. She felt it too and swallowed hard, glancing around inside her car to make sure there were no signs of water anywhere.
"It's her, isn't it?" Sam whispered, starting the engine to her Beetle and slowly pulling out into the street.
"Has to be," she said uneasily, focusing on keeping her breathing in tune with his.
Sam put a gentle hand on her knee and kept it there, deliberately taking the long way back to the hotel. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure they weren't being followed. He breathed deeply, making sure her breathing was even with his.
She covered his hand with her own, also glancing in the rearview frequently, sharing his anxiety.
"I think we're clear," he said after a few miles. There were no cars in sight and certainly no vehicles behind them. Still, he kept his wits about him, vowing to keep Chloe and their child safe, no matter what. He turned right at the intersection and headed for the hotel.
She let out a breath, relaxing a little and resting her head back against the seat. She glanced over at him, her gaze focusing on his face. "Linda Lake isn't the first meteor freak I've dealt with. I mean, yeah, she's bad news but we're gonna be okay."
"How you figure?" he asked, sneaking a glance at her.
She smiled a bit. "If you knew how many close calls I've had in the past six years, you'd understand."
Sam ran a finger down her cheek lightly as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. "I want to know about all of them," he replied with a sensual smile.
A short laugh escaped her. "That'd only take a lifetime."
Leaning his head against the seat, he stroked her cheek. "Yeah, exactly my point," he whispered, his mind completely lost in her feel of her skin.
Chloe gazed at him intently, leaning into his touch.
The heat between them was slowly becoming unbearable. He slowly burned at her response and wanted more. "Chloe," he rasped, his hand becoming more insistent.
"We should get inside," she managed to whisper, swallowing hard as desire washed over her.
"Yeah..." Sam let his fingers brush against her lips, then trail down her throat. His eyes followed and he noticed their breathing was still synchronized, though short and breathless. "Gonna be hard doing that," he managed to say.
"It'll be worse if we don't." She groaned softly as his fingers skimmed lightly over her collarbone.
He felt the goose bumps on her skin and groaned himself. "Then help me take my hand off you so we can go inside and continue this... nice and slow."
Reluctantly she reached up and enfolded his hand in hers, biting her lower lip as she slowly pushed it back toward him. Then she quickly grabbed the door handle and climbed out of the car.
Watching her leave, he immediately scrambled out of the car and grabbing her things as he did. He didn't want her to have any reason to leave once they got inside their room. He caught up with her outside the door and handed her the key.
A small smile tugging at her lips, she unlocked the door quickly and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him.
Sam gently put her things on the table but immediately joined her at the door, putting his hands on either side of her, pinning her there. A wicked smile crossed his lips. "So, what do you want to do?" he whispered, his lips mere inches from hers.
Chloe gazed up at him, a smirk forming on her face. "Hmm. I don't know. Have any ideas?"
"I have a few," he replied, shooting her a sensual smile.
She tilted her head up a little more, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "So are you gonna leave me in suspense all day or what?"
"You're the mind reader," he joked, brushing his lips against hers. "You tell me what I've got on my mind." Sam held his body still, his hands pressed against the door. He itched to touch her but forced himself to simply kiss her slowly.
"Sam Winchester." Her eyes were wide with amusement as the kiss ended. "You have a dirty mind."
He grinned wickedly. "Yeah, I do. Don't I hide it well?" He put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her deeply, unable to be separated from her.
All thought flew from her mind with the kiss he planted on her. She slid her arms around him, pulling him closer so he was flush up against her.
Sam lost no time in showing her exactly what she did to him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he pressed her against the door and groaned when her hips moved against him. "Slowly," he muttered against her mouth.
She whimpered, tightening her legs around him a little more, her hands tangling in his hair.
He wanted to make love to her right then and there but held himself back, choosing instead to trail his lips down her neck as his fingers tugged at her top. He pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her exposed skin. He was awed at how beautiful she was, at how lucky he felt to have found her in the first place.
Her breathing was ragged, her eyes closing as her head fell back against the door as he explored her neck with his lips. She slid her hands around to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly as she placed a kiss against his jaw.
Shirts gone, their bodies pressed together, Sam let Chloe trail kisses along his neck, her lower body writhing against his. He gritted his teeth in anticipation, willing his body to maintain a little control. Her desire met his, however, so he pulled them off the door and carried her to the large bed, laying her down gently and covering her body with his.
Within moments they were both completely undressed. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest as she gazed intently into his eyes. She didn't know how or understand why, but they were connected and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It was all-consuming. She reached up and touched his cheek softly, pulling him down for a kiss.
Sam stroked her body, unable to look away from her. He saw her desire and need and knew in his heart she was ready for him, physically and mentally. He didn't know how he knew that, but even as he gently slid himself into her, their eyes still connected, he watched her eyes droop with pleasure and satisfaction. He rested his hands on either side of her body and began to move slowly.
A soft whimper escaped her and she lifted her hips to meet him halfway, her hands moving to his face as her gaze locked on his intently. Her heart beating quickly in her chest, she slowly wound her legs around his waist.
The noises she made aroused him, seduced him, pushed him further into her body and heart. The air crackled with electricity as they reached their peaks, their breaths mingling as he watched her climax, reveled in the sensations she created in and around him. His body demanded release and he gave into it, emptying into her with a last thrust.
Exhausted, but content, she slid her arms around him, keeping him close and pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone as she lay beneath him.
Sam buried his face into her neck and breathed in the scent of her skin. "You smell wonderful," he rasped, smiling at the serenity he felt. How well they fit together.
"We do, don't we?" she whispered, stroking one hand down his neck and back slowly. "This has to be real."
He chuckled and kissed the tender spot of her neck. "Yes, it's real." He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a longing he had never felt before.
The breath caught in her throat as their eyes met again. Some part of her thought that she should be freaked out--she'd been sleeping with a virtual stranger, was pregnant with his baby, and had new weird freaky powers--but somehow, she wasn't scared. She felt complete. Whole. For the first time in her life. She placed a soft kiss against his lips.
His eyelids fluttered shut as he shut off his mind and felt the gentle pressure of her mouth against his, teasing him gently, as if she had always known how he liked being kissed. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her again. "I think I could do this all day long," he whispered with a knowing smile.
Chloe smiled, as well. "Well at some point, I'm going to get hungry. Just FYI," she said lightly.
He grinned. "That's what takeout is for." He got an image of feeding each other using their fingers, cooling food sliding into mouths and licking fingers as they ate. Finding some excuse of a dessert so he could eat it off her flat stomach. His body burned suddenly, a flare of lust hitting the pit of his stomach.
She groaned softly at the mental image in her mind, closing her eyes and licking her lips without even thinking about it.
Seeing her lips moist, he leaned down and kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth quickly for a moment. "Thought you'd like that picture," he replied with a smirk.
She slid a hand through his hair, gazing at him once more and then trailing her fingers lightly down his cheek. "We need answers, Sam," she whispered.
Reluctantly, Sam got off her and rolled onto his back. "Yeah, I know," he whispered, wondering where to start searching for answers to questions he still couldn't quite give a voice to.
She shifted, moving so her head rested against his chest, a hand on his stomach. She had so many questions the sheer volume frightened her. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Where do we start?" Sam asked, closing his hand over hers and keeping their physical connection, even as their mental one began to shimmer in the air.
"Funny. I was about to ask you that." She smiled a little. "Are you starting to read my mind?"
He chuckled. "No, though I've begun to notice how our... connection... seems to become more intense when we're thinking about the same thing."
Chloe smiled a little more, lifting her head to look at him. "Which seems to be a lot," she said softly.
"You can feel it, too, then?" he asked, lifting his head and looking at her. Stupid question, he realized when he felt the air crackle with tension around them.
"I've never felt anything like it," Chloe told him quietly, searching his eyes.
Pulling her towards him, he whispered, "Me neither." He kissed her gently but quickly. "We need to get out bed and start figuring out what this is and how to control it."
Nodding in agreement, she reluctantly pulled away from him, biting her lower lip as she dressed quickly. "So where do we start?"
"That's a damn good question," he replied, watching her dress before he tugged on his own clothing. "I'd say the Internet, but I think this calls for something... older."
Arching an eyebrow, she turned to look at him. "How much older?"
Sam thought for a moment, searching his mind for the right word. "Ancient?" he finally said, looking intently in her eyes once more. "We need to find a library."
Chloe grinned. "Fortunately for us, I know exactly where one is."
He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. "Do tell me where," he whispered, kissing her earlobe playfully.
She chuckled, sliding her arms around his waist. "I'll do one better. Let's go." She grabbed his hand and led him toward the door.
Grinning, Sam held onto her hand and willingly followed her out the hotel room and towards her Beetle. "Not gonna give me a hint?" he teased as he let go of her hand and walked around to the passenger side.
"Well, it's in Smallville." She winked at him before sliding behind the wheel of her car and starting the engine.
Unable to resist, he brushed her thigh with his fingers. "Where in Smallville?" he growled seductively, watching her fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
She swallowed hard, goose bumps rising up on her skin. "Downtown, near the school."
His hand moved to cup her cheek. "Let's hurry, okay?"
She pressed her foot on the gas pedal. He sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.