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_{(Continued from sws)}

[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]

[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]

So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?

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[He let out a low groan as he slipped her panties down slowly, tilting his head for another kiss.] Dude... think I really like the nails. [He gave a hazy smile as he tossed the fabric aside and settled back on top of her, supporting his weight on one arm, the other tracing down over her hips.]

Yeah? Good. I'm kinda enjoying them. [She trailed a hand up the arm Sam was bracing himself on, marveling at the way it looked so tiny against him. Everything felt that way. Usually, she felt like a near match for Sam when they were together, but now she felt distinctly smaller and weirdly breakable. Sam might not have been hunting and running drills everyday anymore, but he was solid.]

[She licked her lips and tangled a hand in his hair, gently guiding his head down toward her chest.] Like this, too...

[She was so much smaller now - or at least she felt and looked it. He never really - paid attention before. Dean never made him feel... well, like he was afraid he'd hurt him if he got too rough or went too fast. It was weird.]

[He let her guide him back to her chest, nuzzling against her lightly before his lips returned to exploring her, kissing and lapping at the soft skin there. Slowly, one hand joined the teasing, kneading into one of her breasts as his mouth worked the other over. His teeth raked lightly over her nipple before soothing over with his tongue. His lips closed around the hardened nub, his eyes trailing back up to her face.]

[Dean gasped and shuddered under Sam, head back and her eyes shut, mouth open a little. Her back arched, pushing up into his hand and mouth, making those same sounds that she had on the couch before. Sex had never been a quiet thing in Dean's world, and even as a girl she couldn't quite bring herself to hold back. Especially when she felt Sam's teeth on her nipple and it felt like an electric shock went through her. She bent her knees and pressed her legs tight in against Sam's sides, rubbing her thighs against him.] Sam. Sammy... god, that's good.

[God, if she kept making those noises, he'd be perfectly happy doing this all day. He kept his mouth working over her, switching off with his hand somewhere along the way to tease the other. Teeth and tongue and lips, anything that got her to arch like that, mewl and cling to him. He rolled his hips against hers, his lips moving down her abdomen and slowly back up.] Dean... God, love you.

Love you. Sammy... please. [She was, maybe, not entirely sure what she was pleading for, but knew good and damn well Sam could give it to her. One hand stayed in his hair, hanging on without guiding. The other moved over everything she could reach of him... down his arm, across shoulders, down his back with the soft press of fingertips and faint scratch of nails.]

[The hand in his hair moved, reaching to take hold of one of Sam's wrists and guide his hand lower on her body.] Touch... touch me again.

[He let her guide his hand down on her body, lips quirking up. Perfectly happy letting her set the pace, make the demands because - last thing he wanted to do was mess up here. He obliged, biting back a soft groan of his own as he let his fingers brush over her... so much better when there was nothing between them] Like this?

[His tone was almost teasing as he kept up the soft, exploratory motions, slowly gaining more confidence with his strokes and eventually easing a finger down to her entrance, slowly easing a finger inside of her to test her reaction.] God, Dean...

Yesss... [She would completely forgive him the teasing tone if he'd keep doing that. Her legs fell away from his sides, opening up to give him more room. Her hips rocked slightly up into his hand, making soft, appreciative sounds the bolder he got. When his finger slipped inside, she whimpered.] Oh, god, please.

[Sam had to bite back a moan of his own as his finger slipped easily inside of her. His thumb continued to rub over her as he eased a second finger in, rubbing against her inner walls as he lowered his mouth back to her neck, slowly trailing back up to her lips.]

[Rhythmic, pleading gasps of his name were cut off when he kissed her. She kissed back eagerly, her hands cupping Sam's face to keep him close, stroking her tongue against his and groaning against his lips. When the kiss ended, she sucked on his top lip, then the bottom, panting raggedly and still softly whimpering.] Do it, Sammy. Want you. Please.

[He returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, panting by the time they parted from it. Those words sent a jolt right to his cock and he gave a nod.] Okay... yeah, just - wait, Dean. [He pulled away, slowly shifting over to the nightstand and reaching in to grab out a condom - didn't know how thorough this change was, but definitely better safe than sorry. He went to roll it on before shifting back over her, positioning himself. He took a moment to press a couple kisses here and there before slowly starting to push into her.]

[The few short minutes it took Sam to get the condom and put it on were maddening. Her hands were fisted tight in the sheets beneath her and her hips continued to rock helplessly, missing the press of Sam's fingers inside and wanting so much more than that.]

[When Sam started to push in, she moaned, releasing the sheets and grabbing onto Sam. Nails dug slightly into his shoulders and she panted against Sam's neck, appreciating his slow approach. This body was really new, apparently, and Sam was still not at all a small man.]

[Weight rested on his elbow, he groaned as her nails bit into his skin and he sunk into that tight, wet heat. He was trying to keep it slow, give them time to adjust, but God, Dean felt good. He turned his head, lips seeking out hers.] Dean... God.

[She felt him nuzzling at her and turned away from his neck to meet his lips, whimpering into the kiss. Brain checked out and body in control, her legs hooked over the backs of Sam's thighs, encouraging him to move a little faster. It hurt a little, but there was something just beyond the burn that felt so good and she wanted to get more of it.] Sammy... Jesus, this is... need you...

[He smiled lightly into that kiss, moving faster at the encouragement.] God, Dean... [He panted the other's name, followed by a eep moan.] Love you... God, I love you. [And this felt - good. So good.]

[Sam's moan made her shudder. She felt it all the way through her body. When he was fully inside, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held tight, keeping him in place for a moment. Catching her breath and letting her body adjust to the being stretched and filled.] Love you, love you... [She breathed the words against his shoulder over and over.]

[He lowered his head, kissing at her, anywhere he could reach as he stopped, letting them both adjust to this. God, she felt amazing.] Dean... yeah, love you too.

[After a minute, her desperate hold on Sam eased and she turned to look at him with hazy eyes. Licked her lips and kissed him slowly, rocking her hips up against him. There wasn't much of a range of motion, as close together as they were, but it was enough to feel him move a little inside and she moaned softly against his lips.] S'okay, Sammy. Can move now.

[He nodded at those words, slowly starting to draw out before pushing back in. He kept the steady pace, pulling away enough to be able to watch her face, to see her reactions.] Dean...

[Dean slipped a hand up Sam's chest, along his neck, and up to tangle in his hair. She rested her forehead against him, gasping each time he thrust into her. Her other hand had a good grip on his shoulder, the nails digging in slightly.] Don't stop, don't stop...

Not going to... [He smiled breathlessly.] God - I couldn't stop if I wanted. [But he did slip an arm around her, keeping a good hold on her as he sat back and dragged her on to his lap, eyes meeting hers.]

[Oh, the new position was very good. Dean's legs fell down from around Sam's waist, knees braced against the mattress under them. She used them to push herself up and back down, meeting each of his thrusts eagerly. Arms tight around his neck, she leaned in and kissed him hard and long, then down his jaw and neck. Licked and sucked at the skin, moaning louder each time their bodies slammed together.] So good, Sam. It's so good. Fuck. I'm so close.

[He groaned, rolling his hips to meet her pace, tilting his head back to let her have access to his neck, groaning eagerly at the feel. God, she felt so good, looked so good riding him like that.] God... Dean... me too. [But he was holding back as long as he could - didn't want it to end, wanted to watch her come, wanted to hear more of those noises she kept letting out... no way his neighbors couldn't be hearing this...]

[The closer she got, the more she leaned back, changing up the angle of each thrust and trusting Sam's arms to keep her from falling. Pretty much beyond words now, all she could manage was cursing interspersed with Sam's name and wordless moaning. It was not quiet and she couldn't care less.]

[When she came, she fell forward, head on his shoulder and her hips slamming down hard against his. Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders to hold on, leaving scratches behind.]

[He let out a deep groan, clinging back to her as he came hard, face pressed into her neck as he gasped. He rubbed a hand up her back lightly, drawing away as he panted.]

Love you, Dean... God.

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