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And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

Sam came back from the doctors, the envelope from the blood lab tossed onto the counter as the puppy ran to try and tackle him to the ground. Usually Sam was careful on playing rough with Ford, but today he got down on his knees and played with him, play fighting and boxing until the puppy was exhausted and just wagging his tail and licking Sam's face.

"Alright kiddo, we're going to make a deal. I'm gonna take you on a really long walk, and then you're going to pass out on the couch for the rest of the night and leave Mommy and me alone. That work for you?"

Ford barked an affirmative, and Sam smiled. "Alright. Let me change into my jogging clothes and call Dean and Cas, then we're on our way."

He called both men and let them know how his blood tests had turned out. It was six months now since Dean had saved his sorry ass little brother, and while the doctor was still wanting him to gain more muscle and weight, he looked much better. His bones had a bit of padding around them now, and there was a bit of definition along his chest and a tiny soft stomach.

And the best news of course was that the drugs had worked their course, and the hep was gone. His doctor wanted him to take a different pill for another month just to make sure it was not just in remission, but as of that afternoon, he was no longer infectious.

That opened up a lot of new possibilities for Sam. He could now look for a job and not worry about getting anyone sick or have people look at him and just "know" he was a recovering addict. He was hoping to maybe talk to Captain Singer and see if there was something at the precinct he could do to help as a civilian. He knew Jo and Cas would put in good words for him.

But right now, he was thinking of the very immediate possibility that had been slowly coming to a boil for months now between him and Jo. They both knew what they wanted, and it wasn't like they were running into this - three months of frustration had given Sam too many cold showers than he wanted to admit. Tonight, however, that was going to change.

The jog with Ford went on for almost an hour, and he knew it was almost time for her to come home. He knew if he had called her at work, she would have come running. And while he wouldn't have minded, he needed the time to prepare.

So when Jo would get home, there was a pizza waiting along with a bottle of sparkling cider and two glasses. And in front of it was the envelope with his results, waiting for her to read it while he took a quick shower to get the sweat off him from the jog.

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"And everyone else's too." She pulled herself straight to the edge and wrapped a leg around him to pull him as close as possible.

He groaned at the contact and moved to kiss her neck, his hands sliding to run along her legs.

"You still pissed about that? That was twenty years ago..." he muttered between kisses.

She tipped her head to the side so he had plenty of room to keep kissing her neck. She slid a hand into his hair and hummed happily. Man, this felt good.

"I was hungry," she wiggled closer, not that there was much room to get closer.

Her wiggling was going to drive him crazy, but for the first time he knew that he could do something about it. But he didn't want to rush this. He wanted this first time between them to be right, and not like what they had been building up to when they were days from the prom.

"And what about right now, huh? What are you feeling now?"

"Like we should be doing this in bed."

Or the couch. Either one would have worked for Jo. She really wanted this with less clothes.

Sam grinned and guided her legs to wrap around his waist, then he picked her up into his arms. "If that's what you want, then I'm more than happy to oblige."

She made sure her legs were tight around him. "Let's go then."

He was grateful there were no stairs. Stairs would be hard to carry that way, especially with how into the moment he was getting. But he managed to get her to the bedroom and knelt up onto the bed before gently lowering her to the pillows below.

Then he just knelt there, looking down at her and smiling a bit.

She raised an eyebrow at him, smiling though.

"Like what you see, huh?"

"I always did." He reached down to run a hand along her cheek. "You want to believe I'm nervous?"

She reached up and cupped face in both hands. "I am," she admitted softly.

She wanted him, she loved him, but she was also nervous. It was hard to believe they were actually here after so long. She kept expecting something to get in the way.

He smiled, then leaned down and kissed her gently as his fingers brushed through her hair. He was shaking a bit, but he loved her and wanted her. But it had been a long time, and this was the first time he had done this and been clean since before his father died.

He wasn't sure he really remembered how to be soft and gentle.

She was glad he hadn't said anything about her nerves. She liked to ignore them whenever possible. Kissing him was a much better option than talking about that.

He slowly shifted so that he was more comfortable on top of her, kissing her as his fingers started to explore down her sides, and then slipped under her shirt to run along her stomach.

She groaned softly against his mouth to encourage him. His hands felt warm against her skin and it was good.

Slowly he worked his hands back up, pushing the shirt up with them and he separated for a moment so he could help her take it off her. Then he watched her. "Take it off for me?" he asked, his fingers tracing the sides of her bra. He didn't want to be clumsy doing it.

"Like to watch don't you?" she teased gently as she sat up. Once up, she pushed each strap down her shoulders before unhooking it behind her and letting it slide down her arms.

"You do it a lot better than I do," he said, biting his lip as he watched. "God, you're beautiful," he said softly, his hand running down her cheek, then her arm before he leaned back to kiss her and shifted so she could keep sitting up in his lap.

"I've had more practice." She blushed a little, not used to being called beautiful. Sexy, hot, those she was used to. Beautiful was different. Beautiful was special. Jo made herself comfortable in his lap and smiled at him.

His hands slid down to trace along her spine and his kisses moved down from her lips to along her neck, then shoulder until he let his lips graze against her breast, then kiss it gently. His eyes were closed and he just took in the softness of her body, taking his time to explore it.

She slid a hand into his hair, gently massaging the back of his head. She didn't want to rush this, even if he was making her shiver with little bursts of pleasure.

It was only a minute later that he sucked her nipple between his lips, teasing it gently while one hand slid down to rest on her thigh, running along it in lazy strokes until he needed it to lift her other breast to his lips as he switched between them.

Then he laid her back down and stretched out on top of her, the weight of his body pressing down against hers as his hips moved against hers.

"Ah, Sam." Jo gasped, arching her back slightly to press against his mouth. Of course she rocked back against him, sliding one leg around his.

He groaned as he felt her respond, and his teeth grazed her nipple before he slid back up her body, kissing her while his hands slid between them to start working on removing her pants next.

She kissed him back, but thought he was definitely over dressed for the occasion. She slid her hands under his shirt, pushing it up to get it off. She wanted to see and touch him. She wanted to feel him.

And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

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