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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 took a minute to just watch her stretch out, take in the way her body looked, shivering pleasantly at the way she sounded.] Dean... [He breathed the other's name as he shifted over her, pushing in hard and rough because that's the way she'd wanted it, right? His hands trailing up to hold her wrists in place again.] Love you, Dean.

[She cried out when he pushed into her and her body pushed back hard against him. God, he felt so good. So big inside her. Always just on the edge of too much. Perfect.] God, I love you. I love you... [Her wrists moved under his hands, just enjoying the press of his bigger, stronger hands holding her down. Fuck, she couldn't get enough.]

I know, Dean... [He panted against her skin, rolling his hips against hers, keeping the pace hard and fast, kissing and nipping along her shoulders, groaning against her skin.] Dean...

[She spread her legs more apart, bending the knees and using them to push up into his thrusts. She moaned when he nipped at her skin, head rolling forward to encourage more.] Sam... Sammy.... Sammy... oh god. [Her hands gripped the sheets they were being held against. It felt so good, she wanted to hold out for as long as she could.]

[Sam started to pull away and looped an arm around her waist to tug her up to her knees where it'd be so much easier to push into her, to get leverage.] Dean... [He panted her name, groaning as his thrusts became quicker, just wanted more.]

[Anywhere he wanted her, she was going to go. Her hands braced on the bed as Sam lifted her to her knees. She used the new position to push back harder into his thrusts. Her moans turned to needy whimpers when he sped up, all thought gone except how bad she wanted him and how good he felt inside her.]

[He met the way she pushed back against him, not even bothering to bite back the noises that rose up and left him and slowly, his hand dipped down from her waist to between her legs to rub at her, wanting to see how much he could make her come undone, what kind of noises he could get to leave her.]

[Her hands tightened on the sheets when she felt his fingers rubbing at her. She cried out again, shuddering under the dual sensations of him slamming into her and fingering her clit.] Oh god, Sammy. Oh god, oh god. Please. Fuck...

Please what? [He managed between gasps and pants. God, loved seeing how she looked, how she cried out for him.]

Harder! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop... [She was writhing in his hold, trying to get closer, get more. Desperation took over and all higher brain function was gone. She wanted more of Sam. More of his touch, more of him inside her.] Oh god, Sammy, please, please...

[He couldn't not do what she was asking, begging for. He thrust harder into her, angling his thrusts to hit the spots that got the best reactions, still rubbing at her clit.] Dean... not going to. God, couldn't stop...

[When she came, her back arched and she nearly screamed his name. Her body shook with the force of it and one hand reached up to grip the headboard, holding on tight and using it to push back harder onto Sam. Dean rode out the waves of pleasure, first crying out and then whimpering Sam's name again and again until she was totally spent.]

[He watched her arch and grip the headboard, shuddered at the way she nearly screamed his name... God, his neighbors were going to be so not happy this month, but part of him didn't care if he got to see her like this. He rocked his hips forward, meeting each rough push of her hips before he came hard into her, buried deep as he could push himself.]

[The neighbors could just be jealous. Dean didn't care. She was getting some of the best sex of her life this month and nobody was going to convince her it was a bad thing. She held tight to the headboard and raked in ragged breaths while Sam continued to slam into her. She moaned softly, eyes closed as she enjoyed being rocked by the powerful thrusts. When he came she smiled, tightening her muscles around him and grinding back against him.]

[He moaned out as she tightened around him, ground her hips back on his before he curled forward, kissing at the back of her neck.] God... love you... love you so much.

Love you, too, Sammy. So much. [She let go of the headboard and sank down onto the bed. Her legs and arms felt like rubber, but it was oh so worth it. She reached back to take his arm and pull him down onto her.] You are amazing.

[He settled against her lightly, kissing her shoulder affectionately.] Mm... me? Whatever we do in the bed- or the car... or out in front of the coffee shop's been amazing, Dean... think it's because of you.

[She definitely blushed at that, hiding her face against the mattress a little. She didn't think she was all that amazing, but it felt really good to know Sam did.] Maybe it's both of us?

[He laughed a little bit, he couldn't help it.] Dude, are you blushing? [He kissed at her shoulder.] Maybe so.

'Course not. [She so was. Dean grumbled and kept her face hidden, although she sighed a little at the kiss.] Mmm...

Looks like it to me. [He peppered a few more kisses here and there, rubbing a hand up her side soothingly.]

[Admitting defeat, she turned her face back to the side and leaned up over her shoulder to try and kiss him. Red face or no.]

[He leaned in to return the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup the side of her face.] Mm... going to need a shower, you know. One we probably won't get halfway through before we're messy again.

It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it? [She laughed softly against his lips.] You still up for the beach today?

One day, maybe we'll get through a shower without jumping each other. [But he wasn't in a hurry for that to be today. He shrugged at the question.] If you are, sure.

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