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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 rolled his eyes affectionately at that, leading her towards the back of the theater and settling in next to her.] Privacy is nice anyway... [He leaned in to press his lips back to her temple.]

Yes, it is. [She smiled at the kiss, pushing back the armrest between them so she could curl up to his side. She set the bag of M&Ms in his lap and sipped happily on her blue raspberry shushie. Even if the movie sucked completely, it would still be a good way to spend a couple hours.]

[He settled an arm comfortably around her, taking a couple of the M&Ms to pop in his mouth as he turned his gaze to the screen. Even if the movie did suck, it was still kinda nice to be able to do something like this again.

[The movie wasn't really so bad, once it got going. Even so, Dean was much more interested in the body he was curled up to. She rubbed her cheek against his chest lightly, half watching the screen.]

[Sam brought up a hand to brush through her hair idly, enjoying the way she was nuzzling into him like that. He tilted his head to press a quick kiss to the top of her head.]

[She pushed her head up into his hand, happy to let him pet her. Dean was very into touch, as much as she could get. As often as she could get. When he kissed her, she tilted her head back and smiled up at him.]

[When she looked up and smiled at him, he returned it lightly, leaning in to kiss her before drawing his eyes back to the screen.]

[She curled back up after the kiss and one hand snaked down to slip lightly under his shirt. It just wouldn't be Dean if she didn't try to get a little frisky in the dark.]

[His lips quirked up at the touch of her hand under his shirt. He wasn't really - that surprised, honestly. Not considering who he was with right now. He shifted, subtly pushing into the touch, his hand trailing down to rub at her side.]

[Since Sam wasn't stopping her, she let her hand roam up over his chest. Her thumb traced light circles around one nipple and then the other. She shifted up in her seat and nuzzled the side of his neck.]

[Okay, his breath hitched a little when Dean decided to bring her hand up further, tease him even more and he couldn't resist returning some of it, his hand inching just under her shirt to trace over the warm, soft skin. His eyes darted around- God, this would be the most embarrassing way to get caught after all.]

[She continued nibbling softly on his neck while her hand roamed. It rubbed over the muscular lines of Sam's chest and back down his flat stomach. Then dipped lower, skimming over the front of his jeans very lightly.]

[Dean's mouth on his neck earned a soft hitch to his breath, trying to resist the urge to press against that hand moving over his jeans. He slowly turned his head, trying to capture her in a kiss.]

[When she felt Sam's head moving, she pulled back from his neck enough to meet his lips in a kiss. She nudged his lips apart with her tongue, pushing in to stroke against his softly. Her hand pressed a little harder on him, cupping and squeezing him through his jeans, confident that any small sound of enjoyment she might make would be covered by explosions and gunfire on the screen.]

[There was a soft noise that escaped him when Dean started to squeeze at him through his jeans, a jolt going along his nerves as he drew away from the kiss and pressed their foreheads together.] Dean... [He whispered the name softly, eyes drifting shut briefly. God, they should not be doing this out in public, but he couldn't bring himself to discourage her at all.]

[Dean expected to be stopped at any second. When Sam didn't push her away or protest, she got a thrill of her own. She smiled, rubbing her cheek against his as her hand continued to work over his jeans. Getting bolder, she slowly worked at the button and zipper, wanting to get inside to touch him.]

[His breath hitched again when he felt her undoing his pants, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was looking... not that there were a lot in here and none of them seemed to care...]

[But God--he couldn't resist leaning in a little more to nip at her neck--knew that'd get her and he wanted to get her back for the teasing.]

[She made a tiny sound of surprise when Sam nipped at her neck. She bit her lip hard to try and keep quiet, even though the movie was pretty loud. Just in case. She wanted to be a little naughty, but she knew it would really upset Sam to get caught. Her hand slipped inside underneath his boxers to stroke him, feeling him getting hard under her palm.]

[He worked his mouth over her neck, pressing up into her hand. God, this was- yeah, beyond perverted and wrong, but he couldn't even bring himself to discourage her yet. His cock hardened under her touches and his hand slipped up her side, just wanting to touch as much as he could.]

[She reached over with her other hand to push his jeans and boxers out of the way, fully exposing Sam's cock so she could get a better grip and stroke him more fully. They were tucked up in a dark corner of the theater with no one nearby. She was reasonably confident that as long as they were quiet, it would be okay.]

[The more Sam worked over her neck, the more she wanted. She shivered under the touch of his hand, quietly whispering his name. She leaned up to kiss him again, stroking him a little more firmly.]

[His heart raced faster when she drew him out of his jeans and boxers to stroke him properly, trying to beat back that anxiousness that someone would catch them or someone would see. They were being quiet, they were off by themselves...]

[He pressed into that kiss, forcing himself to be quiet as he focused on deepening it, tongue delving into her mouth.]

[Dean opened to the kiss, her tongue moving to meet Sam's and tangle with it. She made a soft sound into it, feeling the heat building between her legs in response. It was insane how hot she was for him.]

[When she finally broke the kiss, she moved to press her mouth right up close to his ear so he could hear her. Her hand kept right on moving over him.] How quiet can you be, Sammy?

[His breath hitched when she spoke against his ear, resisting the urge to rock into her hand as he considered the question. God, he didn't know, but...] Think I can keep quiet. Why?

Thought I might indulge in one of my favorite things... [She leaned back to grin at him and then, after a quick look around to be sure no one was watching. she shifted lower in the seat. She stretched out across the seats, legs tucked under one armrest, and bent her head to his lap. Her lips closed around the head of his cock and sucked softly.]

What... [He breathed, eyes going wide as he watched her shift in her seat, stretch herself out across the seats and god, he wanted to protest and he should be ashamed that his cock twitched at just the sight of her like this... God-]

[He bit his lower lip when he felt the warmth of her mouth surround him, his hand falling to rest on her back, stroking down as far as he could reach. God, he was itching to touch her in return, to feel her even more.] Mm...

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