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ooc: Continued from here

He sits down, pulling her into his lap. "Sure you want to do this here?" He gave her a teasing smile and kissed her shoulder.

Madison gasped, shivering a little before tugging the sleeve of her shirt down, exposing more of her shoulder to him. She moves to straddle him on the chair, arms draping over his shoulders. "We're alone, aren't we?" She kisses his neck.

Sam just hopes Dean doesn't walk in

He puts hands on her hips and pulls her closer to him, kissing where her neck meets shoulder.

Eh, the door's closed and Dean knows how to knock...right?

She shifts closer to him, moving her hands to start unbuttoning his shirt.

he should.

He helps by rolling his shoulders, shrugging the shirt off and then going for hers.

and if he doesn't and sees something he doesn't want to, it's his own fault!

She helps him, reaching down to pull the shirt over her head, moaning a little at the heat from his hands and body. She presses against him, can feel his heartbeat pulsing through him. It's bizarre, it's such a weird sensation but it's almost comforting at the same time, and her fingertips trace over his abs as she kisses him again.

God knows Sam's seen enough accidentally in his own time. His hand rested on the base of her neck, pulling her mouth harder against his as his other hand traveled along the side of her body, tracing the skin there.

Her back arched in response, her hips giving an encouraging roll. She moaned a little against his mouth and her hands reached for the waist of his jeans, working at the button of them.

He gasped a bit, his head falling back at her hip roll and he took a few deep breaths. His hands went to her back to hold her as he leaned her back a bit, his lips coming back to kiss along her shoulder, then down to her chest.

She gasped, her breath shuddery as she followed his lead and leaned back, reaching to tug one of her bra straps off of the shoulder he'd been kissing and tilted her hear up a bit to watch him.

With her strap down, he took her initiative and let his lips trail down to the newly revealed flesh, taking his time tasting each bit of flesh there.

Madison closed her eyes at the sensation, her breath coming in pants as he trailed his mouth all over her skin. She moaned softly, her hands managing to find the button of his jeans again and fumbling blindly until she got them open and (mostly) unzipped.

His hand held her lower back to keep her against him as he half stood up, just enough so that with her help, they would be able to push his pants out of the way. His hand then slipped down her back under her own waistband and massaged the soft flesh there.

She complied, helping him push his pants down over his hips, then gasped, pressing her hips into his as his hand slipped into her own pants and started rubbing her back. Urgently, almost impatiently, her hands went to work on her waistband, quickly unbuttoning and un-zippering.

And this is where they would hit a problem as she would have to get up off him to get her own pants down. And while that would be good in the whole getting to what they wanted, it would involve losing full body contact and Sam was very happy with the full body contact as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples and sucked on it eagerly.

She groaned, stopping in her task as he sucked at her nipple, bowing her head and panting a bit.

"Sam, you're gonna - oh - have to stop distracting me if we wanna continue this." Which is indeed a bit of a problem, since she's not feeling all that inclined to lose the full-body contact, either.

He looked up at her, his teeth playing with the hard nub in his mouth. "You sure you want me to stop?"

"No," she half muttered, half gasped as she looked back down at him. She ground her hips against him a bit, carefully, since her pants were still on and his weren't. "But I don't want to forget about your needs."

"Trust me, I won't." He smirked, his hands sliding up her back and pulled her closer as he switched breasts. They'd get to a bed eventually. She kept the condoms in her nightstand, if he remembered correctly. Otherwise he'd have to go find his pants again.

His memory served him right, thank God. She gave up on arguing and whimpered softly, pushing her pants down as best as she could and grinding against him again.

Sam groaned, his sucking getting harder as his fingers under her waistband grabbed the flesh there and pulled her closer. His hips lifted to meet hers.

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Sam groaned. Ok, he wasn't going to be able to take much more of this, so he got up and held her against his body as he managed to walk them to her bedroom.

Then he laid her on the bed, his hands working to pull her pants off before he laid out on top of her. He kissed her hard, his hand flailing to find the drawer on her nightstand.

Finally. Madison wrapped her legs around his waist so he'd have an easier time getting them to her bedroom. She kicked her legs a bit to help him get rid of her pants and one hand reached for his shoulders to pull him closer and the other groping blindly for the nightstand, trying to help him find the drawer.

His fingers finally got the drawer open and he found the foil wrapper. He opened it and got it on without breaking the kiss, and he settled his hips between her legs as he pressed himself into her warm folds.

Her hips arched as he pressed into her, then settled back down. She kept kissing him, the fingers of one hand twisting into his hair and the other hand settling on the back of his neck, using it to pull him closer.

He let his body find a natural rhythm, which between them tended to be hard and fast, and pressed against her as his lips kept kissing her, sucking on her lower lip.

She matched his rhythm, moaning a bit as he sucked at her lip and nipping at his upper lip in return.

He kept it up, working to his edge, then pulling back, not wanting to end this right away. Finally he rolled them over, letting her be on top of him for awhile so his hands could explore her body a bit.

She went with it, landing on top of him with a soft cry. Once she regained enough of her bearings, she started moving on top of him, running her hands up and down his chest in slow, nonsensical patterns.

He groaned, arching his back. Fighting to keep his eyes open to watch her, he focused on his hands as they slid up her hips, stomach, then chest and gently squeezed the two mounds of flesh. He pushed ups a bit, latching onto a nipple and nipping it.

She arched into the touches, moaning when he nipped at her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as she rode him a little harder.

"God, Madison..." he groaned, his head falling back into the pillows. His hands went back to her hips and used that leverage to move his hips to meet hers.

"Sam," she breathed out, leaning over him a bit, bracing her hands on the pillows to give herself more leverage to push herself up and down. Her lips brushed against his cheek, kissed along his jaw, until she was panting against his mouth.

His hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling her lips against his hard as he sped up their pace with his hips, hitting her hard and deep and so close to his edge and wanting her to join him.

She kissed him back fiercely and deeply, her own rocking getting harder as he picked up the speed. She was so close, getting closer the harder he thrust, and suddenly she was there, feeling everything more intensely than ever, all her senses on overdrive, and she slumped on top of him, breaking free of his mouth and moaning something that sounded like his name into his neck.

He joined her when he felt her orgasm wash over her. His hips kept thrusting until he was spent, then he relaxed against the bed, his arms wrapping around her to hold her tightly against his chest, kissing her shoulder lazily.

She relaxed against his chest, her eyes half closed, breath coming in pants, and her fingertips rubbed slowly back and forth against his skin. She murmured softly as he started kissing her shoulder and turned her head against his chest, kissing the hollow of his throat.

He moaned softly, closing his eyes. That felt good, and he was nice and relaxed that he wasn't going to stop her.

She shifted a bit on top of him, trailing her lips along the skin of his throat, occasionally dragging her teeth, nipping lightly. When she reached his mouth she kissed him again, slow and drawn-out.

He kissed her back, much gentler and relaxed. He was exhausted from the energy he had spent, and was hoping to just snuggle for awhile.

She sighed into his mouth, running her fingers through his hair, trailing them over his cheek. Eventually they had to stop due to lack of oxygen and she pulled away with a small gasp. She settled against him, tucking her head underneath his chin, her eyes mostly closed as she began to relax.

His arms just wrapped around her and he nuzzled his chin against her head. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.