Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: Neither show represented in this fiction belongs to me. Dark Angel is the product of Cameron/Eglee and Fox, whereas Supernatural is the product of Kripke and The CW. No profits are made from this fiction and it is intended for private enjoyment only.
Rating: PG-13- NC-17
Genre: Crossover
Type: Romance
Pairing: Max Guevara/ Sam Winchester
Summary: What if... Max had been having a different dream?
Spoilers/ Timeline: This starts when Max is thirteen and going into heat for the very first time.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first please.
A/N: This story, while being in the same universe as When It Changes, does not actually occur within that storyline. This fiction is just an off-shoot of what might have happened.
Chapter Seventeen
Reunited
"It's been way too long," she agreed. "But I made it."
"I hear there were some bumps along the way," Sam sighed.
"Mm, more like massive roadblocks," Max echoed his sigh, pulling back slightly to look up at him. "Sam, about this morning, I'm sorry. I really didn't-!"
"Sh," he hushed with a fond smile. "I know Jess can be darn convincing when she wants to be. It's already forgotten."
"Mm hmm," she eyed him warily. "Maybe for you. But there are certain things I think we need to discuss. Namely Monique."
"Yes ma'am," he winced and then smiled again as she snuggled back into him.
"But that can wait until later," she decided. "Right now I just want to enjoy being in your arms. It feels so good."
"It does, doesn't it?" Sam grinned, squeezing her even tighter.
"I could just stay here for the rest of my life," she muttered contentedly.
"Oh really?" Sam countered. "'Cause I can think of a few better places we could be."
Max smirked up at him. "You're right," she nodded abruptly. "So let's go."
Sam laughed loudly at her exuberance."Don't you want to open your other birthday gifts first?"
"They can wait," ax shrugged them off. The corner's of Sam's mouth quirked up.
"What happened to my impatient, overly curious girl?" he teased.
"She got burnt this morning and learned her lesson," Max retorted immediately.
"It figures," Sam rolled his eyes upward. "Just when I want you to be, you aren't."
"Well maybe that's because I've already got everything I need to make my life perfect, right here." She stroked his cheek and his eyes softened.
"Can I get one chance to try and make things a little better, hm?"
"Of course," Max wrinkled her nose. "If its that important to you." He nodded and let her loose.
"Come on," he directed and then glanced belatedly at his brother and Jess, both of whom had been waiting patiently at the car. "Hey guys," he greeted and Dean straightened up from where he'd been leaning on his car.
"Sheesh! Took you long enough," Dean groused good-naturedly.
"Sorry," Sam joked, "you just don't rate compared to the most beautiful woman in the world." Max and Jess grinned at one another as Dean pouted, again.
"I'm starting to think I'm gonna have to do something drastic to get any attention around here," Dean snorted, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
"A sex change operation would probably be a good start," Max teased as Sam tugged her towards the house.
"See?" Dean frowned, talking to Jess as they followed the couple to the porch. "I told you she was a brat."
"Well," Jess drawled, getting into the spirit of things, "I can kind of see her point." Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Your eyelashes are so long, it makes your eyes look very pretty," she teased and he grunted in protest. "Thank goodness you've got the rest of those chiseled features to compensate." Dean grinned and winked at her.
"If you two are done flirting?" Sam hinted wryly. He had scooped up two small boxes that had been resting on the top step of the small porch. "So," he began, turning back to Max, "when I was deciding what to get you for your birthday, I kind of chose things that go together." He held out the smaller of the boxes and Max took it from him. It was simply tied shut with a ribbon, both boxes were. As she untied the ribbon, Max recognized the name of the jeweler's. It was the same as the box that had held her charm bracelet.
"Another charm?" she asked as she worked the box top open. Sam just smiled indulgently. She removed the lid and nestled it underneath the box. As she had surmised, it was another charm, a small, silver key. "Oh," she smiled. "A key?"
"Well," Sam grinned happily as he reached out and stroked her wrist, just above the bracelet that she had not removed once since receiving it, "like I said, a charm for every special moment and memory. And it goes with this." He took the box from her hands and replaced it with the other one. Max eyed him as suspicion started to dawn on her. She untied the second box and pulled the lid off to find nestled inside, a set of keys attached to a key chain. Max looked up at Sam, hen to the house and then back to Sam as her eyes misted over.
"Oh Sam," she whispered.
"I uh, wanted you to have a real home to come to," he explained softly as she threw her arms around his neck.
"Don't you know you're my home?" she countered. "Wherever you are is where I am happy." She pulled hi down for a lingering kiss that he happily accepted. When they finally broke apart, she smiled broadly. "Thank you Sam. This is so..." she just couldn't find the words, but he understood anyway. They heard what sounded suspiciously like a sniffle and glanced over at the duo beaming at them. Dean quickly jammed his hands, one of them holding something clenched tightly, into his jacket pockets and gestured towards the door.
"So? We going in or what?"
"We're going in," Max confirmed with a nod. Sam took her free hand in his and opened the door for her and followed her inside. But Dean stalled Jess when she would have followed.
"Why don't we give the lovebirds a minute?" he suggested. Jess giggled.
"You're just afraid of going into a hyperglycemic mania from all that sweetness," she taunted.
"You know it," Dean snorted. "Come on," he tossed his head in the direction of the Impala. "Why don't we start bringing in Max's stuff?" Jess nodded and followed after him.
Inside the entry way, Max was taking in the house. The door swung open, to the left. There was a long hallway, straight through to the back door. The wall on the left hallway was punctuated by several doors. To the right was an archway and Sam drew her that way first.
"The entire house has hardwood floors," he told her as he pulled her into the large living room. "Except the bathroom and the laundry room. There's linoleum in there." Max half frowned and gestured at the sofa that was pulled away from the wall.
"Nouveau decorating scheme?" she teased. Sam grinned and affected a slightly snobbish tone.
"Ah yes, its the new 'the paint is still wet on that wall' decor that's becoming all the rage in new homes," he joked back. He let her look her fill for a moment and then began tugging her towards another archway towards the back of the house. They entered a dining room and Max saw a moderately sized oak table surrounded by four chairs. "The house was advertised as partly furnished," Sam explained. "The sofa, the table and chairs, and a bed."
"It's nice," Max commented, running a finger over the table. She saw the kitchen next and headed that way. On her left, the wall on which there was a stove, counter and refrigerator was shorter than the back wall. Max smiled when she saw the dishwasher under the cabinet next to the sink. "That'll come in handy," she grinned, gesturing to it. Sam nodded.
"There's a garbage disposal as well." He heard a noise at the front door and walked through the kitchen to look back that way. There was no one there, but when he saw the boxes just inside the hallway, hew realized where Dean and Jess had gone to. He tugged on Max's hand and pulled her through the kitchen archway and into the hallway once more. "The laundry room is back here," he pointed out, gesturing to the room behind the kitchen. He moved towards the front door. "There's a coat closet here," he gestured behind the front door. "Not too big, but you don't really need it to be. And this is the smaller bedroom." He opened the first main door off the hallway and led her in. "I thought we could put a desk in here, kind of make it into a study. That way we don't have school books and stuff all over the house."
"That makes sense," Max agreed as she rounded the corner of the short wall that marked the room's entryway. She could see that the room's closet adjoined the one in the hallway. She glanced around the area, noting that there wasn't much room to move. A bed was nestled into the inside corner, it looked to be a double wide. And the floor was covered in boxes. She nudged one with her tow, surprised to find that it still was full.
"So, uh, now you know what I was doing on your birthday," Sam chuckled sheepishly.
"Moving in?" Max grinned. She looked over at the bed. "But why is there a sleeping bag in the living room if the bed came with the house?"
Sam shrugged. "I didn't really feel like sleeping in a bed that's seen who knows how many other people in it. I think we've had our fill of that, don't you?"
"Well certainly," Max agreed. "But what-!"
"Come here," Sam interrupted, grabbing her hand again. "You have to see the tub. It's huge!" He pulled her back into the hallway and the few steps to the next door. Like he had said, the floor was linoleum, in shades of cream. It went well with the shell pink tiling and cream bathtub. And it was huge. "There's some shelves behind the door," Sam informed her. "And a cupboard over here." He gestured across from the door.
"Oh, I love this tub already," Max sighed. As Sam had said, it was large and deep and the end opposite the faucets was slanted, so one could really relax.
"I knew you would. As soon as I saw it, you called me. Remember? My last day of finals?" Max whirled around to stare at him. "And then you heard Donna and I had to cover. And we'd been talking about school and so I said the first thing that popped into my head."
"That she was a professor," Max smiled. "But obviously, she's not."
Sam shook his head. "She'd the property manager for the company that owns the house. Come here." He led her out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. But they bypassed the last door on that side of the hallway and Sam opened the back door, closing off the shelving units in a small nook. Max caught sight of the utility room to her right which contained an apartment sized washer and dryer, some larger shelves and the water heater and furnace. The couple stepped out onto a patio and stopped. The backyard wasn't huge, though it was fenced in. Trees lined the back of the fence and nestled in one corner was a small shed. A walkway from the patio led around the corner of the house, back towards the front. "Donna said," Sam continued, pointing to the corner where the shed was situated, "that the couple that lived here last had a garden over there. We could do that, or re-seed it. And I thought maybe a grill out here and some patio furniture. What do you think?"
"I think," Max drew in a deep breath, "that so far it's wonderful. But," she looked up earnestly at him, a little worry etched through her forehead, "are we going to be able to afford it?"
Sam grinned. "I wasn't sure either when I first thought about it," he conceded. "But it's actually not much more than the rent on the apartment. The utilities are a little higher, of course. And there'll be upkeep costs too. But I think, between the two of us, we can manage. It might be a little tight for the first few months, 'cause we'll need some more furniture." Max smiled as she thought of the check that John and Dean had given her for her birthday. It was for anything she wanted or needed. Furnishing her new home would be a wonderful use for the money. "And there's something else," Sam added. "Donna told me that there's a continual option to buy or lease to buy on this house. We wouldn't have to decide right away. It's just something to keep in mind... for the future."
Max smiled tremulously at those words. The future. She'd been looking forward for so long to building one with Sam and he was on the exact same wavelength. "So Max, it's up to you. If you don't like the house, we can go back to-!"
"I love it!" she enthused as she pulled him towards her for a kiss. "And I love you!" Another kiss. "And I don't plan on going anywhere else!" A last long kiss. Sam's eyes were twinkling when he pulled back.
"I'm so glad you said that," he enthused. "'cause I would really hate for all the work I've put in here to go to waste." Max frowned, puzzled, as he tugged her back into the house. He stopped at the door to the master bedroom that they'd bypassed before, his hand resting on the doorknob. "I um, hope you like this. I picked out the colors and well, Jess helped with the decorating. But if you don't like it, we can do something else. Paint, change the color scheme, or whatever."
"Well, I can't tell you if I like it or not unless I get to see it," Max reminded him with a grin, pleased to see the nervousness spilling over in him. He really wanted her approval and she was amused that he thought that she wouldn't like something he'd done and obviously worked hard on. Sam nodded and opened the door to let her in. Max's eyes widened as she took in the room. It was large, as she knew it would be, having mentally calculated what space had been left. The walls were decorated with a midnight blue border, shot through with streaks of silver and mauve. It matched the duvet on the bed. "King size?" she teased.
"Of course," Sam grinned wickedly, his eyes dancing again. He shook his head after a moment. "That's what I was waiting on this afternoon. The other furniture arrived yesterday."
Max glanced at the matched dressers and nightstands on either side of the bed, in dark cherry wood. "Oh," she murmured softly.
"They really cut delivery close," Sam groaned. "I got it set up and made, just before you got here."
Max smiled. "So why didn't you put the sleeping bag away if you were getting the bed?"
"'Cause there was no way I was going to sleep in our new bed foe even one night without you," he growled softly, playfully. Max sighed happily. She moved over to the nightstand that housed a lamp and a very familiar silver frame. She picked it up, seeing that he'd replaced the picture of her on her Ninja with another. She felt his arms slide around her waist. "Now you know what inspired me," he whispered huskily in her ear. She leaned back against him, her fingers tracing over the glass. She glanced up over her shoulder at him.
"Maybe a little later I can slip that on and inspire you again," she told him softly. Sam groaned in delight as he brushed his lips over hers.
Her taste, long yearned for, exploded in his mouth as their lips parted and tongues clashed. Everything that existed in memory was made flesh once more and was more overwhelming than he could have imagined.
"Ha!" his brother's never so annoying as it was now, voice interrupted them only slightly. "Told you we'd find them in here,"
"Go away Dean," Sam muttered as his lips skimmed along Max's jawline.
"Sheesh!" Dean complained. "This is the thanks I get for lugging in all of Max's junk? Nobody appreciates me anymore."
"If I gave you a cookie, would you shut up?" Jess' voice asked with amusement.
"Chocolate chip?"
"Double stuffed Oreo's.
"Mmm, chocolaty goodness, creamy center. I could go for one. Or a dozen."
"Here. Have four."
"You carry cookies with you!"
"Never know when you might have a craving."
"Ahh, good stuff."
"Oh my God! I have never-!"
"Mm yeah, I have a very talented tongue."
"I'll say!"
Sam heard their banter as if from a distance, but that last little bit zoomed into his head loud and clear. That his brother was openly seducing on if his best friends... in his bedroom! It was just so ludicrous that he couldn't help laughing. Letting Max loose, he turned and regarded his brother. "Jerk!" he enunciated loudly and clearly.
"Bitch!" Dean responded automatically, his eyes twinkling as he continued to scrape the creme filling from the cookie with his teeth.
"Don't even ask," Max waved her hand at Jess' puzzled look. The blond woman glanced down to see Dean's hand in front of her, palm up. Sighing, she dug into her jean pocket and slapped some money into it. It disappeared into Dean's coat as Jess repeated to Max,
"Don't even ask."
"I really don't have to, knowing Dean like I do."
"So, you gonna show me around Sammy?"
"The house isn't that big Dean," Sam snorted.
"Well at least show me where you want Max's stuff." Sam sighed and followed after his brother. With a lingering glanced after her boyfriend, Max looked around the bedroom again.
"This is gorgeous," she declared happily and moved to set the picture on the nightstand. "Sam said you helped with the decorating. Thank you."
"It was no problem," Jess waved her hand in the air as she moved closer. "Is that the picture you sent to- oh!" She caught sight of the picture and Max blushed slightly as Jess giggled. "Well, now his insistence about the colors make sense. You look amazing!"
"Thanks," Max giggled as well. "They turned out much better than I thought they would. I don't know where Sam put the other pictures thought."
"They're safely packed away," Sam informed her, re-entering the bedroom with her two duffel bags full of clothing. He set them down in front of the larger of the dressers, with the vanity mirror attached. "There was no way I was letting the guys see those," he declared. "But I thought maybe we could hang some of them out in the living room."
"That'd be fine,' Max agreed and then frowned. "Now wait," she muttered, "if you moved in here on the first and Jess was at the apartment today..." she trailed off, waiting for an explanation.
"Oh," Jess grinned. "Well, the thing about the fumigator's was just a cover," she began.
"Actually my idea," Dean interrupted. "I figured it sounded a little more serious than the real trouble. I'm putting these in the bathroom," he held up several bags and Max nodded, turning back to Jess.
"It's true that my roommate and I haven't been getting along. When I got home after Christmas, I found that she'd moved her boyfriend in. Without my consent."
"So you actually did have a bug problem?" Max shrugged.
"Worse than you'd believe. The guy's a creep. I mean, I could have stuck it out. But anyway, I was so pissed off, I went over to Sam's to vent."
"And instead of sending her home, I offered her the couch," Sam added.
"Actually he offered to take the couch,' Jess clarified. "But I wouldn't let him. I mean, I really doubted that you would ever want to hear that another woman was in his bed, for any reason."
"You know me so well," Max chuckled.
"Anyway," Jess continued, "he offered me the apartment, if you liked the house. So? Am I moving?"
"With my blessing, my gratitude and help if you want it," Max grinned and reached over to hug the blond. Jess sighed with relief and hugged her back while the males looked on fondly.
"So," Sam clapped his hands together once. "I'll call Abe tomorrow about putting you on the lease. And then at the end of the month, he'll take my name off and the apartment will be yours."
"And I'll get you your security deposit as soon as I can," Jess nodded but Sam shrugged.
"There's no rush," he told her.
"Hey," Jess protested gently, "I know you guys have uses for that money."
"No," Max shook her head. "Don't worry about it." She thought again of the check for her birthday. "We'll be fine."
"Go with her on this," Dean warned teasingly. "She's more stubborn than anything on this earth." Max nodded.
"Okay," Jess sighed. "Well, I should take off. Got my own arrangements to make."
"Call us if you want us there when you go back to your old place," Sam directed. "We can act as a buffer or make sure that Shannon doesn't pull anything."
"That'd be good," Jess looked relieved. "So I'll call tomorrow or the day after?" Sam nodded. She turned to Max. "I'm so happy to have finally met you."
"Me too," Max agreed. "It's nice to put some faces to the names and voices." They hugged once more and Jess departed. Dean shrugged his jacket higher onto his shoulders and then let it settle again.
"Well," he smiled a half grin. "I think that's my cue to leave too," he decided.
"Are you going to head out right away?" Max asked.
"Nah," Dean mused with a quick shake of his head. "I think I'll head back to the motel and get some sleep. Four hours just wasn't enough. And we'll have to get your bike over here."
"We can come over later and get it," Sam nodded.
"Okay, so... this is goodbye," Dean grinned, though it was tinged with sadness.
"For now," Max amended, grinning through her teariness.
"For now," Dean chuckled. He reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. "You be happy now," he murmured into her ear.
"You know I will," she answered promptly and quietly. He let her loose and turned to his brother.
"Sammy, you did good," he commended.
"Yeah, well, now you won't have to be such a stranger," Sam noted. "We don;t have that spare bed for nothing."
"I'll remember that," Dean jerked his chin up. He stuck his hand out and Sam took it.
"Thanks... for everything Dean."
"Hey, that's what big brothers are for, right? Come here kid," he yanked his brother to him, giving him a macho, one-armed hug that ended with much slapping of each other on the back. Once they released each other, Dean cleared his throat, stuffed his hands in his jacket and said, "don't worry. I'll let myself out." He smiled at them once more and slipped out of the bedroom door. But once he'd pulled the front door securely shut behind himself, his hand remained on the doorknob for a moment. He glanced up, memorizing the two inch high plastic numbers screwed to the house above the black metal mailbox. For such a little house, it had great potential. He took a deep breath and turned to step off the porch when he caught sight of Jess leaning back against the Impala. He grinned and started down the walkway. "Hey."
"My purse is still in the car," she explained, gesturing to the backseat. "I was almost to the end of the block before I remembered."
"Oh right," Dean pulled out his keys and unlocked the passenger side door. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride home."
"That's okay," Jess smiled. "After that huge lunch, the walk will do me good."
"You know," Dean drawled, "I know a lot more fun ways to burn calories."
"I'll just bet you do," Jess sighed, eying this bad boy with more than a little caution.
*****
Back inside the house, Max and Sam listened as Dean's footsteps receded and heard the click of the front door shutting. Sam reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Max's ear. "Sad?" asked softly. "Happy?"
"Both," she murmured, laying her cheek into his palm for a moment before gazing up and assuring him, "but more happy than sad."
"Me too," he confirmed. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her once more. He couldn't get enough of holding her, the knowledge flowing through him that finally he could reach out for her whenever he wanted or needed her and she would be there. His lips sought hers and she complied willingly, passion flaring between them with a startling intensity. He knew she was just as eager as he was as she nimbly coaxed the buttons free of their holes on his shirt. Sam pulled the shirt she wore tucked in, from her jeans and rubbed his fingers over the silky skin of her stomach. She moaned lowly at his touch and just as their first time together, that masculine pride in causing this reaction in her, rose up in his chest. Her fingers skimmed lightly over his chest, up to his shoulders as she pushed his shirt back and off. He et the fabric drop from his body and then returned his hands to her waist, catching the hem of her shirt and pulling it upwards. She lifted her arms like an obedient child as Sam pulled his mouth away from hers to pull the material over her head.
He nipped at the corner of her lips as he trailed his fingers down the inside curves of her arms. They caught at the edge of her bra, a deep burgundy color that he absently noted looked good against her skin. She moaned again as he stroked his thumbs over the satiny material, finding her nipples, hardening already under his attention to them. Max pressed kisses along the column of this throat while reaching back to unhook her bra. She simply left it for him to remove as she moved her hands to the waistband of his jeans. She popped the button open with her thumb while she stoked his stomach with the other.
The throbbing insistence of his jutting erection helped as she tugged the zipper down. But the slight relief of that pressure returned in double as she cupped his erection through his boxers. Sam gasped involuntarily as the sureness of her hand as she stroked upward.
"I see someone's eager," she teased softly.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Sam panted as she continued to stroke him slowly.
"Can't say that I mind," Max whispered.
"Thank God," Sam retorted with a pleased grin. Not wanting to surrender the pleasure of her hand just yet, he simply pulled the stretchy material of her bra down below her breasts. He caught a very rosy nipple between his teeth and she groaned her pleasure. Sam flicked his tongue repeatedly over the bud and his eyes fluttered shut as her hand delved under the elastic waistband of his underwear and rubbed insistantly and quickly against his cock. His hips jerked towards her. He found, by touch alone, the snap of her jeans and pulled it free as he toed off his sneakers. He switched to her other breast, to lavish it with attention, hearing her breathing quicken as he pleasured her. But then she grunted and he heard her muttering.
"Damn shoes!"
He opened his eyes, glancing downward to see her having trouble with her footwear that was laced too tightly for her to just slip off. With a chuckle, Sam straightened up, catching her in another kiss as he lifted her against him and walked several steps until he felt the edge of the bed against his shins. Her hands moved to clutch his shoulders while she was carried. Sam held her there for several minutes, arms around her tiny waist, marveling at how weightless she seemed to him. But when she wiggled and he felt her legs shift he leaned forward, letting her drop to the bed. A small shriek escaped her lips as she fell and bounced and then she was giggling as Sam caught one foot and deftly untied it, pulling shoe and then sock from her foot. While he reached for her other foot, Max pulled her bra from where the straps had been sliding down her arm and tossed it aside carelessly. Once gone, she worked on pushing her jeans and underwear from her hips. Sam dropped the other shoe and sock with their mates and helped her by tugging at the hem of her jeans. He sucked in a quick breath of anticipation as her hips arched off the bed momentarily and then he was busy getting rid of the last of his own clothing.
Together they created a pile at the edge of the bed. Sam stepped out of the fabric to crawl onto the bed, following her as she scooted backwards. He caught her eagerly, his knees braced between her welcoming legs, his arms scooping under her shoulder as he pressed his lips to her. He felt her lips part beneath his and mimicked her, his tongue sweeping in to claim hers. He lowered his chest against her, rubbing his flesh against hers as tingles chilled up and down his spine.
Sam groaned when his cock slid along the inside of her thigh, bumping against the outer folds of her opening. He pulled his mouth away from hers and nipped at the underside of her jaw. "Mm, condom," he murmured lazily as he glanced towards his nightstand where he had stashed a box for just such occasions like now. But Max's finger caught his cheek and urged him to look back at her.
"I'm still on the pill," she informed him softly, "so we should be okay. And this time at least, I don't want anything between us."
Sam's eyes darkened as renewed passion flared through him. How many times had he wished for just that? To feel just her? "Are you sure?" he demanded huskily and she smiled.
"We're healthy and in a monogamous relationship. I think its okay."
"Oh God I love you," Sam whispered as the nightstand and its contents were promptly forgotten. Her caught her in a bruising kiss which she eventually broke to whisper,
"Please Sam, I need you inside me now."
"There's my impatient girl," he growled playfully. which turned to a moan as he complied. Moving one hand to guide his erection into her moist, welcoming heat, Sam let the new sensations ripple over him. She was as tight as he had remembered as he moved slowly, further into her passage. She moaned her delight once he was fully sheathed within her. He paused to enjoy the slick ease of their coming together, until she clenched her muscles, making him gasp and his hips flex involuntarily. Max's eyes flew open and her mouth formed a surprised 'O' as the tip of his cock bumped against her cervix. With a grin, she tensed around him again with the same results. "Ah, Maxie," Sam grunted, unable to deny himself any longer. He pulled back and thrust deeply as her legs moved to encircle his waist.
"Yes Sam," she cried as her hips rose to meet his with an easy synchronicity. Their sweating bodies rose and fell as they renewed their most intimate physical connection. Sam could feel Max's breathing quickening as her orgasm built. Reaching down, he caught her knees under his arms, opening her further, allowing him to move deeper into her. Max's eyes snapped open and her head and neck arched as she cried out, "yes Sam! Baby, harder!"
He complied, his hips slapping hard against the bottom of her thighs. Her muscles clenched spasmodically around his cock. He continued to surge into her, his mouth latching onto the juncture of her throat and shoulder, sucking hard. Max gasped and panted. "Now Sam, I can't-!"
He could feel the rhythmic rippling along his cock and his hips continued to jerk into her as his own release raced through him. "Yeah Max," he grunted as he stiffened, his head resting against the pillow of her breasts. Her fingers had clenched around his neck and it took a little time before they could relax after the intensity of their pent up until now reactions to one another. Sam pulled his arms out from under her legs, letting her legs fall back to the bed. He slipped from her, both of them hissing slightly at the pleasurable but painful drag. Max murmured something under her breath and Sam glanced up at her, smiled. He wasn't really surprised to see her eyelids drooping. She returned his smile sleepily.
"I love you," he murmured, stroking one hand over her hair and she echoed the sentiment back. Slowly looking up, she glanced out the window.
"Mm. We shoulder probably shower and decide what we want to do for dinner tonight," she told him quietly.
"That's fine," Sam agreed. "But that can wait for now. Dean told me that you drove straight through to get here. So a nap wouldn't do any harm." He waited for an answer, but she was already asleep. With an amused grin, Sam pulled the covers down on the side of the bed that she preferred. It was no trouble to pick her up and slide her over. He tucked her in, crawled over top of her and got beneath the covers, spooning against her back. The bed was perfect, affording him room to stretched out and in moments, his body molded to Max's, Sam fell back sound asleep as well.
*****
The cell phone's insistant chirp woke him up. Groggily lifting his head, he glanced around before remembering that it lay in the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. He crawled that way, reached down and pulled out the phone, which vibrated again. He swung his legs over the bed and, smiling, tickled at the toes that peeked out from under the covers. He heard her come awake with a startled gasp as he flipped the phone open.
"Hey Dad."
"Hey Dean," John greeted. "Everything go okay?"
"Mm, a few minor problems, but everything's good now. I'll explain it all when I see you."
"But Max is settled in? I tried calling her a couple times...?"
"Yeah," Dean snorted in amusement. "She and Sammy are probably christening all the rooms of their new house."
"What?" John growled, obviously confused by the house comment.
"Yup," Dean sighed. "That was Max's big surprise. They're renting a house." He tickled at the toes again, grinning in delight as they disappeared back under the blanket. He felt her foot nudge him playfully.
"I don't know," John sighed. "A house is a huge responsibility, even just renting. Is he sure they can afford it?"
"You know Sammy Dad," Dean pointed out. "If he wasn't sure before goin' into a deal like that, he just wouldn't do it."
"You're right," John agreed finally. "So is everything settled then? I could use some back up on this."
"Is Caleb okay?" Dean asked with concern.
"Damn fool broke his leg," John growled with frustration.
"Okay," Dean nodded slowly. "Still need to get Max's bike to the house. It's still parked out here at the motel."
"Okay," John chuckled. "She'd kill you if anything happened to that bike."
"I know," Dean shook his head. "I can head out as soon as that's taken care of."
"Sounds good," John concurred. "call me later." The phone disconnected before Dean could say goodbye, but he was used to that with his father. He tossed the phone back to the pile of clothes.
"Leaving soon?" his bed partner asked softly.
"Not for a while," he muttered as he crawled up the bed, over her body. He paused at her hip, where the blanket had slipped off. He nuzzled the curve of her body, his lips skimming over the tattoo he'd found there earlier and as she had before, she blushed. Giving her skin another light kiss, he winked lazily up at her and beamed when she shifted and held her arms out to him. One last little poke at the tiny tattoo. "Man! I love the Smurfs!" he crowed as he joined her once more. There was no way in hell he'd be leaving right now.
RTD18- A Viper in The Mist
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