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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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"You can't stay dressed," she said gently. She didn't move her hands or try to force him though. "It doesn't matter what you look like Sam. I know. I don't care."

He licked his lips, then nodded. He wished he had taken the time to turn off the light because that would make this easier. He was still dealing with being able to look at himself bare chested in the mirror.

He took his shirt off and let it fall on top of the bed, then looked down at her. He knew his forearms were a mess, and that his chest and back were healed from the cuts Alistair had inflicted on him, but he could see them all. They weren't sexy, just reminders of bad times to him. He didn't need those reminders right now.

"Oh," she gasped and hugged him tight.

How had he survived that? She almost couldn't believe it. All those scars and somehow he was able to be here with her. She didn't see them as ugly. She saw how close she came to never having this second chance and it scared her.

There had been a reason he had never gone shirtless since she had taken him in. Not being able to be intimate was a good excuse, but now she saw them all.

"Can I put my shirt back on now?" he asked softly, worried that she was feeling sorry for him, and he didn't need that. He was actually losing his mood like this.

"No." She hugged him tighter. "Don't you ever, ever hide anything from me."

She didn't care about scars, track marks or his junkie past. She loved him, always had. She wouldn't stand for him hiding.

"I just... how can you stand looking at me like this? I can't."

"I love you." And whatever he looked like didn't matter.

"I love you too," he said softly.

She smiled and kissed him gently. She hoped he felt comfortable enough to leave the shirt off.

He just needed reassurance that she wasn't disgusted by them. Her hugs and kisses were helping, but his enthusiasm had changed and he was more nervous than he had been at the start.

She knew it would take a bit of work to get him comfortable with this again. She kept touching him and kissing him without hesitation, coaxing and encouraging him to respond.

It helped, and soon he was closing his eyes and his hands just slid up her back, pulling her closer to him and pressed her bare chest against his.

Pressing herself against him, she tried to get as close as possible. She wanted him so badly.

His hands slid back down to work on her pants again. He could tell what she wanted, and he wanted it too. He wanted to give this to her, more than anything.

She lifted her hips to help him get her pants down. She was just as eager as he was.

He let her excitement bleed into him and his smile grew. He dropped her pants and underwear off to the side of the bed, then started on his own.

She smiled to see him smile. She loved seeing him happy and he was happy with her.

His pants went to join hers on the floor and he crawled back up the bed to meet her, kissing her as he pulled the covers up over their bodies to keep them both warm. He stretched out on top of her, not going there yet, but just pressing against her body on his.

Jo thought for a second he might be using the blankets to hide, but he kept close and it didn't seem like he was hiding. She slid her arms around him, tracing the curves of his back and smiled at him.

He smiled back at her. "Are you really sure?" he asked, one hand slipping down her side to her hip.

She put a leg around him and pulled him close. "I'm really sure. Stop asking."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then carefully pushed inside of her. He gasped against her ear, clinging to her as he felt their bodies join together.

She groaned and wrapped both legs around him. Oh this was so much better than all her fantasies and imaginations. So much better.

He started to move his hips, slow at first as he got used to Jo's reactions. It was their first time, and there was no need to rush. He just kissed her neck, his hands on her hips to keep them moving in time with him.

She picked up his rhythm easily, not the least bit afraid or ashamed to hide how much she wanted him and how she responded to him. She had been waiting for this for so long and it was so good.

And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

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