onlytobenormal | a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

Once Sam was settled, she curled into him and wiggled in close. Half laying on him, as per usual. Sam was her new favorite piece of furniture.

"Comfy?"

He brought an arm around her when she settled in close, rubbing a hand over her back lightly. "Yeah, definitely."

He totally didn't mind being furniture if it was for Dean, he's realized.

"Mmmm... me, too." As long as he didn't mind, she was going to keep right on doing it. She kissed his chest lightly and rested her head against it. His hand moving on her skin felt really good and she closed her eyes, enjoying the attention.

He sighed at that kiss, just enjoying the feel of her body against his. Never thought he'd ever actually enjoy cuddling with Dean, really. But then he never really thought they'd end up in... whatever you called this between them.

Dean was a lot more cuddly than she liked to admit. And Sam made it so much more appealing with how comfortable he was to lay on and how generally nice he was to be around. He made her happy.

He kissed her forehead lightly, too comfortable to really move. She was warm and soft against him. It had taken some getting used to, this body and all its softer curves when he was used to seeing Dean... well, look like Dean. Harder body, defined muscles. This wasn't all that bad though... Dean made a pretty gorgeous girl.

The kiss made her smile. She was glad Sam hadn't been too freaked out over the whole thing. It would have been a long, miserable month if Sam had been put off by the change.

He definitely hadn't been. Maybe a little weirded out at first, not sure if Dean'd want him like this... but all that had settled. Now it was just Dean and he'd get to see his brother's actual body again soon enough. Might as well enjoy this one while he could.

"Mmmm... you know, soon there won't be a room in this place that I haven't been tied up in." In one way or another. Not that she was complaining. Very little delighted her more than realizing that Sam was as interested in kinky fun as she was. Well, for the most part.

"The kitchen... the kitchen's been kept sex free so far." He looked over at her, teasing. "So unless one of us ever decides the table looks inviting or I bend you over a counter, that room will be sex free."

"Well, unless you count the part where you left me there in a chair with vibrating panties on..." She grinned, wiggling against him a little. That was a fun memory. Sammy was pretty good at that whole teasing thing when he wanted to be. "Which I do. I need to do some laundry soon and get them washed. Wear them out somewhere."

He laughed a little. "Oh, yeah. So there isn't a room we haven't done it in, huh?" He brought up a hand to push through her hair. "Time for another date?"

"Could be. Would you be interested in another date?" She tipped her head into his hand and smiled. It always felt good when he played with her hair like that. Now she saw why he preferred to leave his long.

"Why not? The last one was nice..." It had been a nice night just in general, though the sex had really been a great addition to the night. "We could go grab dinner again or go for some drinks... whatever."

"Sounds good. Anything." Mostly she was just happy to spend time with Sam. She could even do the totally clean, not at all sexual kind of date if he wanted to.

He turned his head to press a kiss to her temple lightly. "We'll think of something to do." Didn't matter what they did, Sam was likely to enjoy it either way.

"In the meantime, you'd better be resting up. I still have plans for you and that chair." Well, no definite plans, but she'd think of something. Sam being naked always inspired her.

"I'll be ready when you are, Dean." Not that he needed to do much if he was getting tied to a chair while she got to have her fun, but... he was curious to see what she was going to come up with.

"I like the sound of that." She grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him lightly. "Gonna be fun to have you at my mercy!"

"I'm going to assume it'll be fun for the both of us." He smiled a little bit, pushing his weight up to get her underneath him.

"I hope so. Otherwise, I'm not doing my job." She expected him to tell her if he wasn't enjoying something. Sam was usually pretty good about speaking up when he was unhappy with something.

She laughed when she ended up underneath him. Wiggled to get comfy, then again to tease. "Whatcha doing?"

"Nothing." He smiled a little, leaning down to kiss her a little deeper. Definitely never had any real complaints--Dean knew by now he wasn't above letting her know if she was crossing a line.

Expected her to do the same too, though so far, it seemed good between them.

"Doesn't feel like nothing," she purred, kissing him back eagerly. She wrapped arms and legs around him, holding on tighter.

"Doesn't feel like you're doing nothing either, Dean," he murmured, one hand drifting down to rub over her hip and leg. "Going to be hard to get me int hat chair if you've got me held like this, Dean."

"I'll let go. Sometime. Anytime now..." Probably.

It was all his fault for laying on her, anyway! He knew she couldn't resist having him on top of her. Her weaknesses were all some variant of "Sam" and "naked". "Sam, naked, on top" was one of her favorites.

a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

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