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likely_evil) wrote2008-11-30 01:03 am
likely_evil) wrote2008-11-30 01:03 am
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Sam's Dream in the Key of Porno
ooc: takes place a day after this. Anna = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absit_omens and Dean referenced is hasperkynipples.
GRAPHIC ADULT CONTENT UNDER CUT.
Sam was pissed at Dean. Really pissed. Like wanting to run his brother over with the Impala, then backing up and hitting him again pissed. But instead he was driving to get food. And when he came back, he was going to shove the pie right in his brother's face.
And he didn't blame Anna for getting in the car with him. Dean just wasn't letting up. It had been a day already and he still found a way to jab at them every other minute. An hour away would do them both good.
Sam rehooked up the Ipod and just played his own music as he drove. The directions for the diner were on his phone which he was trusting Anna to guide them. And hopefully not talk about what had happened that night.
"Take a right up over here." She said, running a hand through her hair as the street sign came into view. She'd thrown on jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt she picked up in Indiana before following Sam out and curling her legs beside her on the seat. There was enough room - for her anyways. What had happened the other night was the last thing on her mind, as evidenced at how much she was fuming.
Taking the turn, Sam skipped the song to the next one. "Hope you don't mind the change in music..."
"Not at all." She quipped, that edge of anger in her voice as she spoke.
He sighed. "Anna, listen, I'm sorry."
At this, she blinked and cast a glance at Sam for the first time that night. "Why?"
"I shouldn't have freaked out. If I had just been calm about it, we wouldn't have woken Dean up." He couldn't look at her.
Sighing, she shook her head and her voice softened. "I was the one who crawled into the wrong bed in the first place. That's the last time I stumble in drunk without Dean next to me. Don't feel bad, Sam. It happened, it's done, and Dean's going to sleep on the floor for the next two weeks if he keeps it up."
"No, because then he'll try to sleep with me and I'd rather you in my bed than him." The words were out and he sucked in his lower lip and took a deep breath.
Anna chuckled thickly and tilted her head to rest it against the window. "Maybe I should sleep with you for a while just to spite him, then."
He blushed a bit. "He'd just want to watch and wait for more ammo against us."
"We should give him something to really think about then." At this, she slid a hand over and trailed her fingers lightly along the top of his thigh with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "If I remember correctly, you were very responsive."
Sam gasped and his fingers gripped the steering wheel. "Anna, what are you doing?" Though it was very obvious.
Shifting in her seat, she got closer to Sam and slid her hand to the inside of his thigh. "Sam, you know what I'm doing." She whispered into his ear, ghosting her lips over the skin of his neck.
He was kinda trapped behind the wheel, but he shifted to try and get out of her hand's path. "Anna, I'm driving. This really isn't the best place."
"Then pull the car over, Sammy." She purred, brushing her lips against the skin just below his ear. Her hand traveled down his leg and then back up his thigh, fingers brushing against the crotch of his jeans.
And look, there was a convenient spot coming up so Sam pulled over and drove just a bit so that the car was hidden from the road. Because really, he can't keep driving like this anyway. "Anna, we can't do this," he said, turning to look at her. His body, of course, wasn't listening to his brain.
"Dean's got no claim on me, we can do whatever we want." Unbuckling her seat belt, she shifted more to press against Sam and slide her hand up his stomach. "Come on, Sam. I felt how much you liked it when I touched you."
He leaned his head back, unable to keep back the soft breath that escaped his lips. "Just because my body reacts doesn't mean that we should..." he was trying to fight against it. He didn't want to make things awkward between them all. However, he was pretty sure they had passed that line in the sand about 10 miles down the road.
"Don't you want me?" Her lips trailed down his neck, placing soft kisses along the path while her hand stopped on his chest. "Don't you find me sexy?"
"God yes... I do.. but..." He panted, looking at her. Then he just shook his head. They were already too deep. "Oh fuck it," he muttered and his hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling her lips to his as he kissed her hard.
Anna grinned and kissed Sam back just as hard, pressing against him as much as she could before pulling back and panting breathlessly. "Need room. Now."
His free hand reached under the seat and grabbed the bar to push the seat back. Not that there was much left to go but he got it back. "That's all I've got," he told her, his hand going back to her hip and trying to pull her into his lap as he nibbled on her lower lip.
"Outside." She growled and bit his lip gently before shuffling over and opening her door and slipping out waiting for Sam to follow. Leaning against the hood of the Impala, Anna arched her back seductively.
"This is crazy," Sam muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. But her on the hood of the Impala like that... he knew he was screwed. He quickly reached into the glove box to grab a condom before sliding out and walking around the car. "Someone comes along we can be in a lot of trouble," he laughed.
"Mmm, I think I can negotiate our way out of any real trouble." She purred, voice low and thick and dripping in sensuality. Her head dropped back revealing the soft, delicate skin of her neck as she crooked a finger at him to come closer.
He just shook his head, smiling as he walked over. At this point he just gave up and put his hands on her hips as he leaned down to kiss her again.
Anna arched into Sam as she met his lips hungrily, hands going to his hips immediately. Fingers hooked through the loops in his jeans and with a swift tug, he was pressed against her smaller frame, more of her body against his as she got on her tiptoes to keep the kiss going. He had a good ten inches on her, but it could work.
Those ten inches would soon be fixed as his hands guided her legs around his hips, and then she was lifted onto the hood of the car. Then his hands worked upwards along her back until they reached her hair, which he grabbed and pulled her closer as his hips pressed up into hers.
"Ohh..." She moaned against his lips and used her legs to pull him against her as hard as she could before grinding her body against his and biting his lower lip.
He groaned, leaning her back a bit as his hand worked back down her body. He kissed her a moment longer, then worked his way along her neck as his hands found the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up.
Anna licked her lips, locking her eyes onto Sam's as she lifted her arms above her head, watching his reaction as he took her shirt off - wondering if he'd like what he saw.
He gave her a small smile. He wasn't like Dean. No dirty talk or lewd remarks. Just gentle touches and small smiles. He saw her looking at him and leaned forward, kissing her again as his hand worked up to gently cup one of her perfect breasts and massage it gently.
Anna moaned softly against his lips and couldn't help arching into his touch. The tenderness of the touches was new to her - she hadn't experienced much of it with Dean and it was refreshing.
Soon his lips left her again, and he laid her down on the hood of the Impala as his lips traveled down to where his hands had been, capturing flesh between his lips and teasing her.
Her breath hitched at the change and she arched up against Sam's mouth, her hands going to his back, nails biting into his shirt as he did things she particularly liked.
He smiled, as it was always good to know that his actions were appreciated. He took his time, giving each mound of flesh their due attention. Meanwhile, his hands slid down her sides to her hips, then across her stomach as he aimed to slowly push her pants out of the way so his fingers could run along the lace of her undergarments.
This was slow, sensual, deliberate. And it had her skin on fire. Moaning again, she pushed Sam's hands away long enough to reach in and push his shirt up his chest - liking very much what she felt beneath her hands.
His head fell back as his hands left her to grab the edges of his shirt. He pulled it off, balling it up and putting it under her head like a pillow. He smiled at her and kissed her lips, then slowly knelt down, kissing her stomach and slowly working down as he pulled her pants off the rest of the way. His final kiss was at the top of her panties, his eyes looking up at her devilishly.
"Oh..." She bit her lip as she realized what that look meant, and began shivering in anticipation. In the back of her mind she began to wonder how aroused he had to be by now. He was rather patient though, she'd give him that. And she liked it.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Sam slid up her body and pressed his hips into hers. She would know from that as he kissed her hard, his own need starting to show in the pressure and need he gave to her lips. He then slipped a hand between them, his fingers disappearing under the silk and teasing inside of her.
Her hands slid up to hold either side of Sam's face as her tongue slipped into his mouth. As his fingers went under her panties, she choked on a pleased groan against his lips. One hand slid into his hair, fingers curling around the brown locks gently.
Sam deepened his kissing, his finger slipping inside to tease her further. His other hand started to work on his own pants, finding the button and zipper. He was patient, but he was starting to hurt for the lack of attention and at least needed to get out of the tight jeans.
"Mmm, Sammy..." She whimpered and began rocking against his finger, her hands traveling down his chest to assist freeing him from the tight prison of his jeans. Pushing his hand away, Anna undid the zipper and button of his fly before pushing his jeans off of his hips and cupping the bulge in his boxers before massaging it slowly.
He gasped, then groaned and laid his head against her shoulder as his hips pressed against her hand. It felt so fucken good, and he knew that there was nothing that was going to stop them from finishing this. He needed it now. Too far gone and he needed Anna so fucken badly. But he needed to hear her ask for it. To give him permission before he took that final step.
Meanwhile, his finger just pressed against her harder, another joining the first as his thumb teased her sensitive spots.
"S-Sam!" Choking on another moan, she whimpered and bucked against his hand as her own hand began to stroke him harder once it slipped inside the boxers. Her body was crying out for this, and it wasn't going to be long before she caved and begged him to fuck her.
"Anna," he groaned, turning his lips to nibble on her neck. His hips started to move with her hand, and it wasn't long before he ended up tearing her panties off because they were just in. the. way.
They were so close... just one more barrier... suddenly her hand jerked back from his cock and there was a moment where she had to catch her breath before she yanked his boxers off his hips. Hungry eyes met his as she growled low in her throat. "I want you, Sam. Fuck me. Now."
He leaned back, looking into her eyes as he was panting, then he nodded. The condom that had been on the hood came to his hands and he tore open the packet and slipped it on. He slid her a bit closer, then pushed inside of her. He groaned and closed his eyes, his arms sliding under her shoulders to pull Anna against him as he slipped all the way inside of her. "God..." he muttered against her ear.
It took a moment for her to adjust to Sam's size before she moaned and draped her arms around his neck, pressing up against his chest as she hooked a leg around his hips to give her something to hold onto. "Oh, Sam..."
He kept her up against him as his hips moved slow at first, then faster and harder as he fell victim to his urges. He pressed her down on the hood and kissed her hard for a moment, then stood up and his hands went to her hips, getting down to business as he watched their bodies slap together.
Anna grunted as her back hit the hood of the Impala, but that soon turned into a moan as she attacked Sam's lips and bit her nails into his shoulders. She watched him as he straightened, hands coming to grip the hood under her as she bucked her hips against his.
He started to go faster, his biceps flexing as he was getting to his edge, and then he leaned his head back and groaned loudly, pumping hard into her as he fell over that edge into a powerful orgasm.
As she approached her own orgasm, she raked her nails down his back enough to leave marks behind before tossing her head back and crying out as she came. Her inner muscles clamped down around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, moaning happily and chewing on her lower lip. "Oh, Sam..."
***
"...mmm, anna," Sam muttered softly to himself as he turned over in his bed. In reality it was the next night and Sam had not been able to get the encounter from the night before out of his head. And now it was invading his dreams while the object of that dream was in the next bed with his brother.
absit_omens and Dean referenced is hasperkynipples. GRAPHIC ADULT CONTENT UNDER CUT.
Sam was pissed at Dean. Really pissed. Like wanting to run his brother over with the Impala, then backing up and hitting him again pissed. But instead he was driving to get food. And when he came back, he was going to shove the pie right in his brother's face.
And he didn't blame Anna for getting in the car with him. Dean just wasn't letting up. It had been a day already and he still found a way to jab at them every other minute. An hour away would do them both good.
Sam rehooked up the Ipod and just played his own music as he drove. The directions for the diner were on his phone which he was trusting Anna to guide them. And hopefully not talk about what had happened that night.
"Take a right up over here." She said, running a hand through her hair as the street sign came into view. She'd thrown on jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt she picked up in Indiana before following Sam out and curling her legs beside her on the seat. There was enough room - for her anyways. What had happened the other night was the last thing on her mind, as evidenced at how much she was fuming.
Taking the turn, Sam skipped the song to the next one. "Hope you don't mind the change in music..."
"Not at all." She quipped, that edge of anger in her voice as she spoke.
He sighed. "Anna, listen, I'm sorry."
At this, she blinked and cast a glance at Sam for the first time that night. "Why?"
"I shouldn't have freaked out. If I had just been calm about it, we wouldn't have woken Dean up." He couldn't look at her.
Sighing, she shook her head and her voice softened. "I was the one who crawled into the wrong bed in the first place. That's the last time I stumble in drunk without Dean next to me. Don't feel bad, Sam. It happened, it's done, and Dean's going to sleep on the floor for the next two weeks if he keeps it up."
"No, because then he'll try to sleep with me and I'd rather you in my bed than him." The words were out and he sucked in his lower lip and took a deep breath.
Anna chuckled thickly and tilted her head to rest it against the window. "Maybe I should sleep with you for a while just to spite him, then."
He blushed a bit. "He'd just want to watch and wait for more ammo against us."
"We should give him something to really think about then." At this, she slid a hand over and trailed her fingers lightly along the top of his thigh with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "If I remember correctly, you were very responsive."
Sam gasped and his fingers gripped the steering wheel. "Anna, what are you doing?" Though it was very obvious.
Shifting in her seat, she got closer to Sam and slid her hand to the inside of his thigh. "Sam, you know what I'm doing." She whispered into his ear, ghosting her lips over the skin of his neck.
He was kinda trapped behind the wheel, but he shifted to try and get out of her hand's path. "Anna, I'm driving. This really isn't the best place."
"Then pull the car over, Sammy." She purred, brushing her lips against the skin just below his ear. Her hand traveled down his leg and then back up his thigh, fingers brushing against the crotch of his jeans.
And look, there was a convenient spot coming up so Sam pulled over and drove just a bit so that the car was hidden from the road. Because really, he can't keep driving like this anyway. "Anna, we can't do this," he said, turning to look at her. His body, of course, wasn't listening to his brain.
"Dean's got no claim on me, we can do whatever we want." Unbuckling her seat belt, she shifted more to press against Sam and slide her hand up his stomach. "Come on, Sam. I felt how much you liked it when I touched you."
He leaned his head back, unable to keep back the soft breath that escaped his lips. "Just because my body reacts doesn't mean that we should..." he was trying to fight against it. He didn't want to make things awkward between them all. However, he was pretty sure they had passed that line in the sand about 10 miles down the road.
"Don't you want me?" Her lips trailed down his neck, placing soft kisses along the path while her hand stopped on his chest. "Don't you find me sexy?"
"God yes... I do.. but..." He panted, looking at her. Then he just shook his head. They were already too deep. "Oh fuck it," he muttered and his hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling her lips to his as he kissed her hard.
Anna grinned and kissed Sam back just as hard, pressing against him as much as she could before pulling back and panting breathlessly. "Need room. Now."
His free hand reached under the seat and grabbed the bar to push the seat back. Not that there was much left to go but he got it back. "That's all I've got," he told her, his hand going back to her hip and trying to pull her into his lap as he nibbled on her lower lip.
"Outside." She growled and bit his lip gently before shuffling over and opening her door and slipping out waiting for Sam to follow. Leaning against the hood of the Impala, Anna arched her back seductively.
"This is crazy," Sam muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. But her on the hood of the Impala like that... he knew he was screwed. He quickly reached into the glove box to grab a condom before sliding out and walking around the car. "Someone comes along we can be in a lot of trouble," he laughed.
"Mmm, I think I can negotiate our way out of any real trouble." She purred, voice low and thick and dripping in sensuality. Her head dropped back revealing the soft, delicate skin of her neck as she crooked a finger at him to come closer.
He just shook his head, smiling as he walked over. At this point he just gave up and put his hands on her hips as he leaned down to kiss her again.
Anna arched into Sam as she met his lips hungrily, hands going to his hips immediately. Fingers hooked through the loops in his jeans and with a swift tug, he was pressed against her smaller frame, more of her body against his as she got on her tiptoes to keep the kiss going. He had a good ten inches on her, but it could work.
Those ten inches would soon be fixed as his hands guided her legs around his hips, and then she was lifted onto the hood of the car. Then his hands worked upwards along her back until they reached her hair, which he grabbed and pulled her closer as his hips pressed up into hers.
"Ohh..." She moaned against his lips and used her legs to pull him against her as hard as she could before grinding her body against his and biting his lower lip.
He groaned, leaning her back a bit as his hand worked back down her body. He kissed her a moment longer, then worked his way along her neck as his hands found the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up.
Anna licked her lips, locking her eyes onto Sam's as she lifted her arms above her head, watching his reaction as he took her shirt off - wondering if he'd like what he saw.
He gave her a small smile. He wasn't like Dean. No dirty talk or lewd remarks. Just gentle touches and small smiles. He saw her looking at him and leaned forward, kissing her again as his hand worked up to gently cup one of her perfect breasts and massage it gently.
Anna moaned softly against his lips and couldn't help arching into his touch. The tenderness of the touches was new to her - she hadn't experienced much of it with Dean and it was refreshing.
Soon his lips left her again, and he laid her down on the hood of the Impala as his lips traveled down to where his hands had been, capturing flesh between his lips and teasing her.
Her breath hitched at the change and she arched up against Sam's mouth, her hands going to his back, nails biting into his shirt as he did things she particularly liked.
He smiled, as it was always good to know that his actions were appreciated. He took his time, giving each mound of flesh their due attention. Meanwhile, his hands slid down her sides to her hips, then across her stomach as he aimed to slowly push her pants out of the way so his fingers could run along the lace of her undergarments.
This was slow, sensual, deliberate. And it had her skin on fire. Moaning again, she pushed Sam's hands away long enough to reach in and push his shirt up his chest - liking very much what she felt beneath her hands.
His head fell back as his hands left her to grab the edges of his shirt. He pulled it off, balling it up and putting it under her head like a pillow. He smiled at her and kissed her lips, then slowly knelt down, kissing her stomach and slowly working down as he pulled her pants off the rest of the way. His final kiss was at the top of her panties, his eyes looking up at her devilishly.
"Oh..." She bit her lip as she realized what that look meant, and began shivering in anticipation. In the back of her mind she began to wonder how aroused he had to be by now. He was rather patient though, she'd give him that. And she liked it.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Sam slid up her body and pressed his hips into hers. She would know from that as he kissed her hard, his own need starting to show in the pressure and need he gave to her lips. He then slipped a hand between them, his fingers disappearing under the silk and teasing inside of her.
Her hands slid up to hold either side of Sam's face as her tongue slipped into his mouth. As his fingers went under her panties, she choked on a pleased groan against his lips. One hand slid into his hair, fingers curling around the brown locks gently.
Sam deepened his kissing, his finger slipping inside to tease her further. His other hand started to work on his own pants, finding the button and zipper. He was patient, but he was starting to hurt for the lack of attention and at least needed to get out of the tight jeans.
"Mmm, Sammy..." She whimpered and began rocking against his finger, her hands traveling down his chest to assist freeing him from the tight prison of his jeans. Pushing his hand away, Anna undid the zipper and button of his fly before pushing his jeans off of his hips and cupping the bulge in his boxers before massaging it slowly.
He gasped, then groaned and laid his head against her shoulder as his hips pressed against her hand. It felt so fucken good, and he knew that there was nothing that was going to stop them from finishing this. He needed it now. Too far gone and he needed Anna so fucken badly. But he needed to hear her ask for it. To give him permission before he took that final step.
Meanwhile, his finger just pressed against her harder, another joining the first as his thumb teased her sensitive spots.
"S-Sam!" Choking on another moan, she whimpered and bucked against his hand as her own hand began to stroke him harder once it slipped inside the boxers. Her body was crying out for this, and it wasn't going to be long before she caved and begged him to fuck her.
"Anna," he groaned, turning his lips to nibble on her neck. His hips started to move with her hand, and it wasn't long before he ended up tearing her panties off because they were just in. the. way.
They were so close... just one more barrier... suddenly her hand jerked back from his cock and there was a moment where she had to catch her breath before she yanked his boxers off his hips. Hungry eyes met his as she growled low in her throat. "I want you, Sam. Fuck me. Now."
He leaned back, looking into her eyes as he was panting, then he nodded. The condom that had been on the hood came to his hands and he tore open the packet and slipped it on. He slid her a bit closer, then pushed inside of her. He groaned and closed his eyes, his arms sliding under her shoulders to pull Anna against him as he slipped all the way inside of her. "God..." he muttered against her ear.
It took a moment for her to adjust to Sam's size before she moaned and draped her arms around his neck, pressing up against his chest as she hooked a leg around his hips to give her something to hold onto. "Oh, Sam..."
He kept her up against him as his hips moved slow at first, then faster and harder as he fell victim to his urges. He pressed her down on the hood and kissed her hard for a moment, then stood up and his hands went to her hips, getting down to business as he watched their bodies slap together.
Anna grunted as her back hit the hood of the Impala, but that soon turned into a moan as she attacked Sam's lips and bit her nails into his shoulders. She watched him as he straightened, hands coming to grip the hood under her as she bucked her hips against his.
He started to go faster, his biceps flexing as he was getting to his edge, and then he leaned his head back and groaned loudly, pumping hard into her as he fell over that edge into a powerful orgasm.
As she approached her own orgasm, she raked her nails down his back enough to leave marks behind before tossing her head back and crying out as she came. Her inner muscles clamped down around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, moaning happily and chewing on her lower lip. "Oh, Sam..."
***
"...mmm, anna," Sam muttered softly to himself as he turned over in his bed. In reality it was the next night and Sam had not been able to get the encounter from the night before out of his head. And now it was invading his dreams while the object of that dream was in the next bed with his brother.
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now it was invading his dreams while the object of that dream was in the next bed with his brother.
This line seems really sad to me. :(