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It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow

Sam owed a lot to his brother these last two months. It felt like Dean had given up his life to take care of his pain in the ass little brother. Between the withdrawal symptoms making Sam sicker than he had ever felt some days, plus the dread in waiting for the other demonic shoe to drop... maybe it was easier to just take care of him than worry about what was to come.

Part of taking care of Sam seemed to involve the promise of them passing through Smallville on occasion, just so Sam could spend anywhere from a few hours to a day with Lana. It was part of his mental health that needed it... plus Sam missed Lana so much when they were on the road, unable to talk beyond a phone call or text message.

The stop in Smallville this time was not something Sam knew was going to happen, so Lana had no idea that they were in town. Dean had checked them into a motel - two separate rooms - and told Sam they had two days and he didn't expect to see Sam for most of it (but to check in).

Sam held his cell phone in his hand a moment to call Lana and let her know, then stopped himself. A smirk came to his face as he thought about something that Lana had always strongly hinted at wanting to do.

He'd be embarrassed by the thought of doing what he was about to do, but he had nothing else to do, and he really wanted to see her as soon as possible.

Which would be the reason why Sam appeared at her office building, a trench coat pulled tight around him as he strolled to the hall where her corner office was. He talked with her secretary, and she recognized his name from all the times Lana had talked about him. Lana was at a meeting, but the secretary was willing to help him in his romantic notions.

They closed the shades, turned down the lights, and Sam reclined in one of the guest chairs just hidden from the entrance so that Lana wouldn't see him until she closed the door. And her secretary would leave for lunch when she got back, closing and locking the outer doors as she left so that they wouldn't be disturbed during a very special lunch meeting.

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She whimpered at the thought of it. That's a yes, Sam.

He grinned and grabbed her ass, pushing her tight against him as he stood up, walking them over that direction. One hand wiped her desk clean as he layed her down on it.

Moments letter his lips wrapped around a nipple as his teeth teased it.

Her chin tilted down just a bit to watch him, her breathing already heavy.

This was happening. It was actually happening. This was pretty much the fantasy for her, one she'd never thought would become reality and he was giving it to her.

God she loved this man.

She had better because Sam knew he wasn't going to live this down at all once Dean found out what he did. But if she loved him for it, he'd take the moment of being a dork.

A very sexy dork who planned on giving his girlfriend the best lunch hour she could ever imagine in that perverted little head of hers.

Careful, that perverted little head of hers can imagine a lot.

After she got that coat off him and it hit the floor, her hands moved over the back of his shoulders. It was only a few seconds before she got impatient and reached for the button of her pants.

This was the reason for the closing of the shades. Because except for his boots, Sam was completely naked under that coat. His fingers went to help her, his body already hard and ready and needing.

She squirmed out of the fabric, managing to remove her heels at the same time. Then she turned her attention back to him, scraping her nails against his back and lowering her head to kiss and bite along his neck and shoulder. Lana wanted him to be the one to remove that last little bit of clothing, and this was her way of showing him just how much she wanted him.

Time was of the essence here, so he did the removing and did it fast, not knowing where he ended up tossing the garment.

Slowly he kissed down her body, easing her back onto the desk so that her hips were right on the edge and waiting for his lips when they got down that far.

"Sonofa—"

Those words weren't just in her mind now; they were coming from her lips in what was a mix of a soft moan and a mumble, and she had to bite her lip to keep from finishing it. In the past she'd managed to stay relatively quiet in these situations, because as perverted and kinky as she was, she liked to at least feel dignified. However, she was way more aroused than she'd ever been in her entire life, and even if focusing on her breathing would work, it was doubtful she could do it, and based on this first little outburst—she was starting to worry what might come out of her mouth.

Reaching into his boot, Sam pulled out a condom and slipped it on, not needing to look away from his work. He waited until Lana was at her peak, then stopped and slid up her body to kiss her lips as he pressed his hips against her.

Lana's hips arched forward as her nails dug into his back and she growled slightly against his lips. The kiss was hard and eager, and growing deeper and sloppier as it went on.

He didn't mind the sloppier as he kept pressing up into her harder and faster, letting himself get lost to the primal urges as he worked up a sweat. His hands gripped her shoulders pulling her up off the desk and against his chest as he kept going, trying not to make too much noise to raise suspicions of people that might be passing by.

The scrapping from before had turned to clawing, her legs wrapped around him, trying her best to keep her body in sync with his. Her lips broke away for air, but unlike Sam, she couldn't stop the loud moans and swearing that came from her mouth—including a word he'd only heard her say once, when quoting Chloe on their then lack of sex life. How things had changed.

It did his pride good to hear her lose control like that. Then he was at his peak and his back arched as his orgasm hit, only seeing white as his thrusts were hard.

Her last cries were mostly his name until her own back arched and her vision blurred before she slumped against him, sweaty and gasping for air.

Sam panted, resting his head down on her shoulder as he came off his high. "God Lana..."

A smile spread across her face, though not without a slight blush to her cheeks. Now that her head was starting to clear, she was a little embarrassed about reactions.

Sam pulled back a bit, laughing. "I can't believe I actually did that."

She laughed a little too, but hers was more bashful. "Who knew you had it in you?"

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