Three Little Words...

[likely_evil]

ooc: posting old logs. co-written with lieu_murphy's mun

Of the few things Sam actually did well - besides making coffee - was building a good fire in the fireplace. He actually enjoyed doing it, going out to the wood supply in the afternoon and refilling the inside supply, then kneeling in front of the fireplace and cleaning it out and prepping for the next one. Once he got it going, he sat back on the floor and smiled to himself, feeling the warmth start to spread through the cabin so that it would warm everyone in the pack when they got home from their jobs.

He was curled up on the floor reading while Anna was working on her homework when the first car drove up in the driveway. He lifted his head, still learning the sounds of the engines but he was pretty sure it was Heather coming home. "Keep working on that," he told Anna as he got up. "I'll be right back."

Heather was completely excited to be home. Work hadn't been hard, but it had been pretty boring. The tourist season was over and there wasn't much business these days. She usually got home earlier but her boss wanted inventory done and now she was just happy to be home. She grabbed the Chinese take out she'd picked up before coming home and jumped out of her truck.

Sam was at the door, holding it open with a big smile on his face. "And she delivers eggrolls too. You spoil me."

"If you eat all of these, Murphy will bite you," she said, grinning. "She loves eggrolls. Here, take this to the kitchen. We'll get dinner ready."

She held out one of the heavy big bags for him to take.

Sam took the bag, easily able to take it's weight. His arm muscles were getting more defined, even if most of his working out was done in wolf form, his human body was trimming and firming up as well. "Did you just rob a buffet place on your way home?" he laughed, letting her walk in first before following and shutting the door behind them.

"We're not allowed there anymore. Do you know how much a wolf pack can eat?" She laughed as she kicked off her boots inside the door. "Hey, kiddo, we got Chinese."

"Awesome!" Anna poked her head up from the couch and beamed. "Did you get Lo Mein?"

"All three kinds."

"You rock, Heather."

"That's what they tell me." Heather beamed and led the way into the kitchen to start unloading Chinese containers into bowls for everyone.

Sam went to clean up the living room and helped set the dining room table with forks and chopsticks, getting cups out and pouring water. "How were the roads? Think everyone will get home safe tonight?"

She shrugged. "Should be okay since everyone has four wheel drive but the weatherman said there was going to be another snow. We might get snowed in."

"Well, there's enough firewood to last us a few days. And I don't think we're low on any other supplies." He walked into the kitchen, sliding his arms around her waist from behind. "And I wouldn't mind an excuse for you to be able to sleep in and snuggle all day with me."

She leaned back into him, smiling. "Well then, you better hope the weather gods agree with you."

"Could always do a bit of research and find a spell to summon snow. You'd be amazed at what you can find on the internet." He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her neck.

"We're not messing with witchcraft." She elbowed him lightly, but smiled.

Sam didn't say anything along the lines that he had been doing spells since he was twelve, and he was careful to keep his hunter past a secret, even from Heather. He was afraid of her rejecting him if she knew. "Alright, no magic. But I do expect morning snuggling."

"Hmmm. I think those can be arranged." She looked over her shoulder and leaned up a bit to kiss his chin.

"Of course we'll have to be quieter. Kirmani reminded me the other day how sensitive everyone's hearing around here is."

She laughed. "Then what are you doing talking about it while there's a kid in the other room?"

"I didn't hear anything!" Anna shouted from her spot on the floor and Sam just blushed. He pulled away from Heather and gave her a look. "We need to find a safe zone."

"You did too!" Heather shouted back. "What did your mom tell you about listening in?"

"Not to get caught?"

"Stop taking advice from Kirmani." Heather smiled at Sam. "Privacy's hard to come by here, I know. You'll get used to it."

"I may as well just paint my face red," he muttered.

"Then Kirmani will make fun of you for wearing make up. Morgan too probably."

Sam huffed and gave her his pitiful face. "This is what I get for being the new guy, huh? Constant picking?"

"They mean it affectionately?"

"I thought I left my brother behind. I didn't expect to have two guys so willing to take over his position of mocking me in my life." Sam shook his head, chuckling. "It's strangely comforting while being annoying."

She turned around and hugged him. "You'll get used to it."

"As long as I have you, I'm sure I'll survive." He tilted his head to give her a quick kiss.

"Aw. You're sweet."

"I try." He smiled and pulled away, going back to help make dinner. "I was actually wondering... Valentine's Day is coming up. I... I wasn't sure how you felt about the holiday."

"Well, if you get some chocolate I won't say no."

"Of course that means I will need to go into town. Maybe we could make a day of it?" He tilted his head. "I actually haven't been allowed in town much at all so I don't know where anything is still."

"I'd be happy to show you around." She smiled. "I know where everything is."

"That'd be nice. And I could take you out to dinner perhaps? Like a real date?" They were doing things backwards in this relationship, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Now that would be spoiling me." She grinned. "Go for it."

"You've taken care of me since I got here," Sam said, looking across the table from her. "You believed in me when everyone else doubted me. And I think you might even like me just a bit. Spoiling you is the least I can do."

"Who told you I liked you?" Heather gasped. "If Morgan tattled..."

"I've just been practicing my wolf senses in human form." He gave a smirk and winked at her. "You'll have to keep secrets better now around me."

She pointed a finger at him. "I'm on to you, Sam Winchester."

"You haven't even begun to learn who I really am," his smile grew. "But feel free to keep digging."

"Digging comes later." She winked.

"I've been good and haven't asked a lot of questions about your past either," Sam stated. "One day, I may want to ask and hope you're ready to tell me too."

"There's nothing worth knowing about my past," Heather said, suddenly a lot less playful.

Sam tilted his head, realizing he said something wrong. He put what he was doing down and walked over to her. "Heather... take it from someone who hates his own past... you can hate it, but it also helped sculpt you into the person you are now." He leaned down to try and look into her eyes. "And I like that person. A lot."

"It's just not a good one, okay? So, let's talk about something else like where the heck is everyone?"

"Ok." He gave her a small smile, then sighed and looked out the windows. "Well, if they don't hurry up, I'm eating the eggrolls before they get cold and will save a few for Murphy only."

Heather smiled too. "Anna, come eat. People will start to trickle in, we'll let them join in."

"Okay!" Anna bounced into the kitchen and grabbed a seat next to Sam. She went for the food immediately, heaping big spoonfuls onto her plate.

Sam watched her and laughed. "Calm down, kiddo. We've got the table right now so there's no worries about others eating all the food. Take your time." Of course, Sam was filling his own plate with rice, meat and two eggrolls.

Anna snorted. "Have you seen how much Morgan eats? I'm getting what I can, while I can."

Heather chuckled, getting her own food when the back door opened and Murphy walked in. She didn't look to be in a good mood. "Hey, Anna, bring me something upstairs. I want a shower." She managed half a smile and then disappeared upstairs.

"I'll make her a tray," Sam said, getting up so the kid could finish eating. He pulled out a tray and put on a plate of food, a few eggrolls, sauce packets and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge instead and laid it on it's side so Anna wouldn't have to worry about it falling over. Putting it on the end of the table, he left it for the pup to grab and take upstairs as he sat back next to Heather and went back to eating.

"Wonder what's up with mom," Anna said quietly and added her plate to the tray. She was quick to follow her mom upstairs, looking somewhat worried.

Morgan was home next with Butters. Last was Kirmani and he grumbled a bit about how little food there was left, stealing the last eggroll from Butters who didn't complain. When everyone was finished, Heather helped Butters with the dishes, but he was left to wash since he didn't help serve tonight. That gave her plenty of free time and she smiled coyly at Sam as she walked out into the living room.

Sam was checking over Anna's homework when Heather walked by. He was almost finished when he saw the look and gave her a small smile back, shifting a bit to give her room on the couch next to him.

She skipped the couch part of things and sat right on Sam's lap. "There, that's better."

Sam managed to get Anna's notebook out of the way just in time so Heather didn't sit on it. He was a bit shocked because they had not been very playful like this in front of the pack, but he covered it quickly. "Well, hello to you too," he said with a grin.

"Don't mind me," she said, making herself comfortable. "Continue what you were doing."

Her shifting in his lap was not helping him do that. Kirmani looked up over his newspaper and rolled his eyes then promptly ignored them. Sam kept from blushing, and got revenge by putting Anna's notebook right in her lap and his arm happened to rub against her chest as he wrote corrections into the notebook and focused on the homework and not the sexy woman wiggling in his lap.

Heather resisted giggling. She knew what effect she was having on Sam, which meant her "evil" plan was working perfectly. Now hopefully once he was done with the homework they could go upstairs.

Sam, however, was getting clued into the fact she had an evil plan and he was debating on if he was going to fall into it willingly, or if he was going to tease her right back. She was getting her effect in his lap and he shifted in his seat a bit, moving so that he was a bit more comfortable, and pressed right up in a spot that would let her feel him completely. He never lifted his eyes from Anna's homework though, almost done.

Ooo, he was playing too. Heather grinned and draped her arms around Sam's neck, pressing her breasts against his arm and rubbing a bit.

Kirmani growled and lowered the newspaper. "Will you two please stop oozing sex and just go to your room already?" he asked, tilting his head and giving them a look while Morgan snickered from his spot.

"I'm working," Sam said, looking up from the notebook.

"I'm trying but Sam's not playing." Heather pouted. "Yell at him."

Morgan looked at Kirmani. "She must be in heat."

"Poor bastard. Sam, take her out of here now before she shifts and raises her tail," Kirmani teased. "Butters can finish grading the homework."

"She has to get off me first," Sam pointed out.

First Heather reached for one of the books on the table and chucked it at Kirmani's head. "You're just jealous he's getting some and you're not. Maybe if you ask Morgan real nice he'll play with you."

Morgan snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Gross. Just gross. Sam, get her out of here."

"Fine." Sam pushed himself up, getting Heater up as well and then he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder playfully. "But you two aren't allowed to complain about anything you hear next." He then slapped Heather a bit possessively and playfully on her butt. "You win, Heather. Upstairs we go." He started for the stairs to head to their room.

Making herself comfortable on Sam's shoulder, Heather made sure to flip off Kirmani and Morgan and then lean down a bit and grab Sam's butt in return. "Victory is mine!"

Sam laughed, climbing up the stairs a bit harder with her grabbing his ass, but he managed to make it and got into his room. He kicked the door shut, then let her down and pressed her up against the wall, smirking. "So you won. What are your expecting to get as your prize?" he asked, his voice dropping a bit into a soft playful growl.

Heather wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grinning. "Well, lose the clothes and I'll show you."

He tilted his head, then took a step back and pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it back over his shoulder. "Like this?" he asked with a smirk, flexing his muscles just a bit.

She let out a whistle, "Yeah, baby."

Sam felt like a piece of meat, but there was something about Heather that made him want to let himself be playful like this. He slowly unzipped his jeans, rolling them off his hips, the top of his boxer briefs showing along his hips. He turned a bit, popping his butt out a bit towards her just close enough for her to touch it.

She took both hands and squeezed it. "I'm going to have fun with you."

"I had hoped you would," Sam chuckled, turning around as he let his jeans fall to the ground. He was only in his socks so there were no shoes to worry about as he stepped out of them, then put a hand on his hips. "However, that's all you get until you start catching up with me on the strip show." He smirked.

"Oh, I do?" Heather looked herself over for a moment and then wiggled out of her shirt, adding a lot of extra wiggle. Then she turned her back so he could see her butt wiggle while she shimmied out of her jeans.

"Is that better?" she asked, turning around so he could inspect her.

"Much." He reached out to run his finger under one of her bra straps and slid it off her shoulder. "That's even better. And this?" He repeated it with the other one. "Yeah, much much better."

"How's this?" she asked as she reached back and unsnapped her bra. She let it slide off her arms and dropped it at Sam's feet.

"I think you dropped this..." He knelt down to act like he was going to pick up her bra, but instead got distracted and let his lips surround a nipple instead, sucking it into his mouth and teasing her.

She let out a small sound of surprise that quickly became a pleased little moan. She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him.

Grinning, he wrapped his arms around Heather and picked her up, keeping her chest at the level of his lips while carrying her over to bed and laying her down on it. He then crawled on top of her and resumed his actions on the other breast while his hands traveled down her ribs.

She kept one hand in his hair, massaging the back of his skull while she ran her free hand down his back, humming very happily.

He kept sucking on her nipple until it was nice and hard, and then he slid his body up along hers and kissed her hard while pressing his hips down into hers. He moaned against her lips, his tongue begging for entrance to play with hers.

Heather was happy to oblige, opening her mouth and tangling her tongue with his. She wrapped a leg around his hips, pulling him closer to rub against him.

Pressing down harder against her, he slid his hands down to rip her panties off, along with his, so they could be flesh on hard flesh and he pressed up against her hard again, wanting her so badly but waiting until she was ready for him.

"Wait, wait, just a second." She scrambled for the nightstand drawer and a condom. As badly as she wanted Sam, she didn't want puppies right now.

He took a deep breath, nodding as he forced himself to relax long enough to push up and take the condom, putting it on. The last thing he wanted to do was knock her up, so he chided himself a moment for almost forgetting, then leaned back and kissed her again, pushing himself against her before sliding deep inside. He moaned happily as he just stayed there, nice and secure as she gripped him.

Heather wrapped her legs around him tight, moaning happily. He fit just so well, stretched her just right and oh she really liked it, liked him.

They just fit right. When they were like this, Sam knew this was where he belonged. The bond they were forming was not as strong as what he had with Jess all those years ago, but it was close. She was going to make it almost impossible to leave come summer, but that was still months away. But he was here, right now, and focusing on her as he slowly pulled out and pressed back into her, rhythms already unconsciously set in his head on how to please her.

She hadn't had someone like this for a long time. She didn't have to sleep alone, she didn't have to be alone. She got to be with him, got to be like this and feel so much pleasure, so much happiness. She had missed this, missed having someone like him around. She was already carving out a place for him in her heart.

He moved with her, whispering nothings into her ear as he made love to her. This wasn't sex. It was more and Sam knew it. He could feel it and to him it was fantastic. He went for a bit longer before he pulled back enough to push back in at a different angel, wanting her to hit her edge first. That was just how he thought - her pleasure first. He would get his in the end but she mattered more and he wanted her completely sated.

She felt how much he cared, how this was different and it really made this special, made this better. She held on to him tight, whispering back about how everything felt so good with him. She kept whispering until her voice got choked up and she came, crying out softly and holding him tightly.

Feeling her tighten around him, he took deep breaths and slowed his pace, not following her over and used his finger to play with her clit to prolong her orgasm before he let her gently come down and he kissed her lips and waited for her to want to keep going.

"Wow," she said, rather impressed he still wanted to go. Most guys just wanted to get off. She ran her hands down his back. "Still raring to go, huh?"

"What can I say, when I'm with you, I don't want it to end." He smiled at her, teasing her a bit with a shallow thrust in and out. "Not right away, at least."

She groaned happily. "Well, carry on then."

"I thought you had ideas about what you wanted to do with me. Were you just being a tease then?" he asked, pressing back into her as he nipped along her neck.

"Little hard," she giggled at her own pun. "When you're the one on top all the time."

Sam smirked and pulled away, kneeling up on the bed. "Alright then. You tell me where you want me this time." He was extending her a bit of vulnerability. Letting her manipulate her where she wanted. He trusted her enough for that.

She didn't see it as manipulating as she pushed Sam onto his back. She saw it as a simple change in position, one where she got to be in control and her plan was to ride him right over that edge he had resisted the first time.

He was on his back, but he bent his legs to let her be able to recline along his thighs is that was going to be the position that she wanted to get into. He looked up at her and smiled, holding his arms out a bit to welcome her into them.

She went willingly. She liked being in his arms. It made this even better.

He held her and kissed her, willing to let Heather take her time and use him the way she wanted to.

She didn't see it as using, she saw it as pleasing. She wanted Sam to enjoy the way she moved over him, the care she took to make sure he enjoyed ever second of their time together.

He did, as she slid down onto him, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he arched his back a bit so he could move his hips up to get just a bit more into her, groaning as enjoyed the feel of her on top. Hands slid to her hips, then slowly up her body until she leaned forward enough so he could suck on one of her breasts a bit, nipping at her nipple playfully.

She shivered and shuddered, rolling her hips to move slow and easy on Sam. She liked taking her time.

After a moment, his head fell back and he groaned. "Where the hell have you been all my life?" he said softly, looking up at her with that smile he reserved just for her these days. The I'm-falling-in-love smile that showed just how happy she made him.

"Mostly hanging out in the woods," she laughed a little and leaned forward to lick at his chin before nipping it playfully.

He chuckled, tilting his head to head-bump her head affectionately. "Sure as hell wasn't the same woods I was in."

"And whose fault was that?" She gave an extra slow roll of her hips to punctuate it was his fault.

He groaned loudly, his fingers gripping the mattress. "Totally blaming my dad on that one. Probably my brother too..."

She laughed and wiggled her hips, twisting a little just for the friction. "Mmmm, well, I'll give them a nice lecture. Later. When I'm done with you."

Sam pushed himself up to kiss her. "I don't even plan on letting you think you're done with me," he stated against her lips. "I don't think I'll ever be done with you."

"Well then, I'll have to sneak a lecture in between spending time with you and my job," she teased, kissing him back.

"Dean will be back in the summer. You can lecture him then. Right now, just you and me."

"Mmm, I like just you and me." She wondered how long they could make it last this time. He seemed to be able to last a long time.

He wasn't going to last too long, especially if she kept doing that thing with her hips and he didn't distract himself by talking. He took a shuddering breath to that effect, his back arching again as he groaned on a particularity deep thrust that he just felt her tighten around him.

"Yeah, baby, that's it." She ran her hands over his chest, encouraging him.

Sam didn't want it to end but god she knew his buttons now and before he knew it he was teetering on that edge as his fingers clutched the sheets and a low growl of pleasure rumbled in his throat. One more thrust and he was gone, his hips thrusting up as he came, his back arching as his toes curled to push him up further so he was completely in her.

Heather bent over him, pressing close and rolling him right through that final peak. She loved watching him, listening to him respond to her.

His throat released a strangled cry, almost like a held back howl, and then he fell back against the mattress, panting a shaking as he broke out in a thin sheen of sweat. He opened his eyes, glazed over as he gave a small smile at her, unable to speak.

She snuggled him, feeling deeply satisfied and happy. "Better?" she asked, kissing him.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her possessively against him as he kissed her back with a happy rumble in his chest. "That answer your question?" he asked playfully.

She made a happy hum and nuzzled him. "Yes, emphatically."

He pressed his cheek against hers, then nestled his head against her neck. He could stay like that forever. Just her and him, breathless and connected in so many primal and spiritual ways. "You're not careful," he whispered softly, "and my like may change to love before you can blink."

Oh, well, that was... kind of quick and unexpected. She drew back and looked away, "Sam... that's sweet but..."

She sighed. She had to tell him now. There was just no way to avoid it.

"The last guy who said he loved me was the one who bit me and turned me."

He looked up at her, pushing himself up just a bit so they didn't lose too much distance between them and he tilted his head to try and look at her eyes. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to upset you by saying that."

"You didn't know." And maybe she shouldn't have let it get to her like it did but it still did. It probably always would.

"No, I didn't. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt you any less." He brought a hand to rub at the base of her neck. "I don't want you to think that if I say I love you, that I'm going to hurt you. No one deserves to think something like that."

The worst part of it was, Harry had loved her, had really honestly loved her and then he'd done that to her. Her life as a wolf wasn't terrible but it was difficult sometimes. She sighed quietly. "We haven't known each other that long, Sam. It's fast, isn't it?"

"Maybe. I don't tend to question these things though. I just go with my heart." He looked at her through his bangs. "I'm well aware that I tend to be a bit more open with it then most people. It gets me in trouble sometimes. But it's who I am, Heather. I can't change that."

"I know." But she wasn't one of those people anymore. "Can't we keep enjoying this without making it complicated?"

"Of course we can." His hand ran along her cheek. "As long as you promise not to hold it against me when I find you completely irresistible and want to just tie you to my bed for a weekend." He tried to lighten the mood just a bit, wanting to get her back into the happy snuggling moment they were just having.

She took a breath and tried to put the past, in the past. Turning to him she snuggled up again, "We'll see about the tying up."

"I'll use something gentle like silk," he promised with a mischievous smirk and as lay back down, pulling her into his arms and reaching for the quilt on the floor.

"I'll think about it," she said, snuggling close to get some warmth.

Sam closed his eyes, burying his nose in her hair a moment as he inhaled her scent, then nuzzled his cheek against her head. That protective urge in him bubbled up and he just held her tighter, swearing to himself he was never going to let anyone hurt her ever again.