Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-09-27 02:13 pm
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[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?
[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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[Of course, she was also excited about the phone call she was planning to make while Sam was in class. She grinned to herself as she went to clean up the breakfast dishes. She'd give him an hour or two to get settled into his daily routine before she threw it off.]
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[After a test to see that it worked properly, she turned it off, laid back and dialed Sam's number. When the voicemail picked up immediately, she knew he must have been in class. Perfect.]
[She didn't say a word in greeting. Just held the bullet close to the receiver when she turned it on, hearing the buzz clearly in the phone's handset. Then she moved it down between her parted legs and let it brush against her clit. She gasped and jumped, laughing a little as she pressed it back again and then moaned. For the next few minutes, she lost herself in the vibrating sensation, panting, moaning, and squirming as it pushed her toward a fast, hard orgasm. When she came, she squeezed the phone in her hand a littler harder than she meant to, but it survived. She checked to see it was still recording her message, then laughed again, pleased with herself, and disconnected the call.]
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[Yeah, okay, maybe it hadn't been a good idea to actually encourage the idea because damn if hearing her moan and gasp on his phone, the faint buzzing of the toy she was using on herself didn't have him half-hard and almost wishing he could just skip his last class and get back home. He didn't trust himself to make a call or at least he didn't trust himself to make a call and hear her possibly still going at it and not run home right then and there, so after a few moments used to compose himself, he decided on a text.]
Don't tire yourself out. Want you on the couch when I get back waiting for me.
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No chance of that. I'm already excited for you to get home. Me and my new little friend will be waiting.
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Going crazy here.
[And the thought of her waiting like that, getting herself off was not helping him. He shouldn't actually like this so damn much...]
Almost done. I'll be home after this last class.
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[She laughed at his going crazy. She knew he would. All the better for when he finally got home. She couldn't wait.]
Don't plan on getting past the couch...
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Definitely not getting past the couch.
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Good. I'm already naked. I just need to move locations. ;)
[Speaking of which, she might as well do that. She grabbed her toy, the condoms, a pillow, and wandered into the living room to sprawl out on the couch. Her head rested on the pillow at one end of the couch, her feet toward the door. Then she waited, idly rubbing herself with a pair of fingers.]
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[Couldn't even get over he was agreeing to do this, but God... the prospect of getting Dean to squirm under him, moan out like she had on the phone was too tempting right now.]
[And he paused, reading over the text again before deciding to send another back]
Keeping yourself worked up for me?
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Soon as you have a free day?
Oh, definitely. I'm texting you back with one hand. The fingernails aren't so bad once you get used to them, really. Can't quite get mine in as far as yours go, though...
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Okay, over the weekend or something.
[He groaned. He was used to filthy texts from Dean by now, but dammit...]
Yeah? Wish I was there with you right now to give you a hand. Will when I get there. Hands, mouth, whatever you want from me.
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[She was totally saving that text for proof of his agreement. Now that she had the idea in her head, she really, really wanted to get him in that store.]
I definitely wish you were here. I think I want you to fuck me while I play with this thing on my clit. That sound mildly interesting to you?
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You could say that. You could also say I'm already half hard just thinking about it. God, just thinking about you, Dean.
[And he was sure she was probably delighting in the fact she had that affect on him when she wasn't even around. Jerk.]