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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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Of course, once they got a rhythm going, he started to move faster, feeling his own pleasure mounting and he didn't want to leave her behind, but he wasn't sure where her spots were. "Jo... I'm close," he panted in her ear.

She was slower to build, but she was. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, rubbing against him too get a little more friction. "A little longer," she muttered, "Just a bit more."

He took a deep breath, trying to hold back. "Oh god... jo... I... I can't..."

"It's okay." She hugged him tight. "It's okay, Sam."

He hit his peak and cried out, burying his head against her shoulder as he released deep inside of her, his hips pressing up against her hard. His hands clung to her, keeping her tight against him as he rode out his orgasm.

She hugged him tight, trembling at the feel of him coming. She couldn't help but feel a burst of pride that she had made him feel that, brought him that.

He slowed down and collapsed against her, breathing hard. His lips kissed her neck, hugging her. "I love you," he whispered into her ear, smiling.

"I love you too," she said, trailing a line of kisses down his shoulder.

He caught his breath and pushed himself up, looking down at her. "Did you...?"

She shook her head. "Takes a little bit more for me sometimes."

His face fell. "I'm sorry... I tried..."

"Hey," she punched his shoulder lightly. "If you regret our first time, I'm kicking your bony ass."

"I don't regret it," his eyebrows shot up, worried that he had pissed her off. "I just... wanted you to get there too. What can I do?"

"What do you want to do?" She didn't mind if they played around for a bit. It would be fun.

"I want to make you feel as good as I do right now." He ran a hand along her cheek. "Show me what you like."

"Alright." She covered his hand with hers and drew it down her body to between her legs. Lacing their fingers together and began to show him what she liked.

Sam let her lead, and he got the idea and started to try a few different things down there. When he had been intimate before, he had never cared about Ruby's pleasure. She got it on her own. But Sam cared about Jo and wanted to give her all the attention he could - more than himself.

While he did that, he started to kiss her shoulder again, then along to her neck.

When she thought he had a good idea, well when she felt he had a good idea, she let him go on his own. Moaning softly she slid her hands over his back.

He shifted a bit, which regrettably had him slip out of her, but it let him be able to have a better angle for his hand. He started to try and move his fingers in different ways, then wondered if she would feel better with a finger going in and out while he played.

"Sam," she moaned. He was doing great. He might have been just exploring but God, it was Sam who was touching her and it was great.

He listened to her moaning and breathing, trying to figure out what she liked and what she didn't. He had always been a quick learner, and this was something he could use those skills for.

He looked up to watch her face before leaning down to kiss her as he slid a second finger into her.

She kissed him hungrily. She was going to quickly become addicted to him even though she was already in love with him.

Her kisses started to get him excited again, but he wanted to have her orgasm first before he started again. It wouldn't be fair. However, his frustration would start to show in his speed and how he got just a bit rougher with her in trying to get her to that edge.

She was right on the edge and a little roughness went a long way to pushing her over. She clutched his arms and cried out his name as she came.

He smiled and kissed her neck, keeping up the movements with his hand until he felt her start to relax, and then he brought his hand up to then pull her closer. "Better?" he asked against her lips between kisses.

And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

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