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been too long (for siswinchester)

It had been two months and three days. He'd been counting, as much as he hadn't wanted to be this hung up on his sister's visits or not. They'd talked... quite a bit over the phone, though he'd shied away from what they'd done over the weekend for the most part. Mostly because he'd been freaked out for the first couple weeks as the realization sunk in and then he didn't... know how to bring it up over the phone.

He didn't know what to say about the fact he'd fucked his own sister multiple times, that he knew it hadn't been just-- for the physical thrill of it. But the more time he had to make peace with the fact, the less the guilt weighed on him. It hadn't felt wrong, it hadn't-- been wrong. It had been between them, it hadn't hurt anyone else.

He didn't know if that meant they should do it again... probably not. It couldn't go anywhere or be anything, it sure as hell didn't factor into this new life of his. Unfortunately, he didn't know if logically knowing something was a bad idea would mean crap if he was faced with a drunk, horny sister again, especially when he couldn't help but thin of those times together. Not that he was going to admit most his fantasies involved his own sister riding him, calling out for him.

Especially not to said sister.

Despite all the risks though, Sam finally convinced her to come for a visit and she promised, promised she'd be in by Friday after his classes. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't anxiously checking his watch, waiting... trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to what he'd like to be doing with her this weekend--which involved mostly varying states of undress in the middle of just hanging out like they used to.

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He'd probably get hurt if he voiced a thought like that, considering Dana was in a sort of hit something mood now. Gritting her teeth, she snapped her gaze back to him, eyes blank to hide the brewing emotion underneath.

"I don't fuckin' like being away from you Sam. Yeah, I would like to stay here or near you, don't think it's smart though."

"Oh, yeah. Because I totally don't want you around, right? I didn't ask you to come visit at all, did I?" He grounds out, taking a step closer because he knows that blank look and the dismissive words are just pissing him the hell off.

"I don't know, Dana, seems like you're pretty deadset on doing whatever you want anyway."

"You asked me to visit, not fuckin' live with you." She watched him take a step near her, shoulders tensed, the previous content mood they had been completely ruined, especially with how angry both of them seemed to be now. But she couldn't help it. It was a sort of defense mechanism. She got scared. She got angry.

"And Dad just kicked you out... you're my sister and you're officially alone now. I wouldn't just leave you like that... or what, you think I'll just stand by and watch you walk out? Watch you figure it out on your own?" Shouldn't be touching on a topic like this--not when it's still sensitive, sore, and part of him is still reeling from hearing the same damn speech from Dad. Apparently, he liked the my-way-or-get-the-hell-out speech quite a bit.

But either way, he was prodding at a sensitive topic for them both and he knew it. Didn't seem to matter now that they were both angry at each other anyway.

"Thought you said it was a mistake when you did it... think I should repeat it?"

"Damn it, I don't want you to want me to live with you because you feel guilty or bad for me!" She took a step near him herself, riled up so much at this point, she didn't even know what to do with herself. She couldn't stop herself from saying stupid shit. "I want you to just want me to be with you. Not because of Dad or whatever. Would you even want me to if what happened with him hadn't?"

He was tense, eyeing her as she kept getting closer. "Dude, what the hell do you want from me? I call you whenever I get the chance, ask you to come up... you think I don't want anything to do with you? Seriously?" He let out a frustrated huff.

"Yeah, of course I want you to be with me... but you gotta realize I can't have you hunting crap and bringing it back here. I-- I wasn't happy doing that. I swore I'd never do it again when I left."

"Tell me you want me to live with you because that's what you want and...damn it, if you don't want me to fuckin' hunt then, just tell me not to do that either! I can compromise Sam. But I wasn't going to stop hunting if I wasn't going to be stickin' around one place." Why was this so difficult? They were both just idiots was the problem here.

And here she was, shoving it all in his court when he hadn't been able to figure out a damn thing about... what they were, what they should do besides it was going to end bad. It was going to end bad even faster if she was here... he just knew it.

That should have been even more reason to shut up, but...

"Then stay, Dana." He paused. "I want it."

"Fine then." And then she was stepping in closer, yanking him down close to crush a hungry kiss to his mouth, the heat of her anger still lingering in it. But damn it all, she didn't want to fight anymore. And apparently, they were living together now.

He let out a muffled noise when he was pressed into that kiss, letting out a soft growl as he returned it. Definitely stupid... all of this was and he didn't know how it was ever going to work out, but he yanked her against him, pressing her in as tight as he could as he let the kiss linger.

"Guess that's settled then," he murmured when he drew away, breath a little ragged.

Damn, sexy when he growled. Biting at his lip when he pulled away, she nodded, hand slipping into his hair, fingers curling and tugging him down closer. "Mhm..." she mumbled, kissing him deep once more, body molding to his as he pressed her close.

He let himself be drawn into the kiss, nipping at her lower lip and giving it a light tug. One hand came up to tangle in her hair, the other slipping low on her back. He moved from her mouth to her neck, nipping at her possessively.

Dana was panting as he moved down to her neck, the grip in her hair drawing a moan from her as she tilted her head back for him. Fuck, she wanted him again. "Sam..."

His hands dropped to start tugging at her shirt again, pulling away long enough to work it up so he could work on her shorts next. Wanted her naked again, didn't matter if they just got finished fucking or not. He gave her a push against the closest wall after, eyes narrowing on her. "You know, you're still frustrating to deal with sometimes, right?" Stubborn jerk.

Dana let him work her clothes back off, letting out a breath as he pushed her back against a wall. Arching a brow, she snorted, hands shoving at his pants as she tugged him close, pushing them down over his hips. "Yeah Sammy, and you're just a right joy all the time to deal with."

"Yeah, well, you're going to be dealing with me all the time now... better get used to it," he grumbled, his hands exploring over her body roughly, eager to touch, to be close. By the time she had his pants down, he was guiding her leg up against his hips, grinding against hers. "This what you want?"

Hey, if this is the price she had to pay to live with him...well, she supposed it was just one she would have to deal with. Hooking her leg around him as he lifted it up against him, she drew him in closer with it, body arching as she moaned and ground back against him. "God, want you to fuck me Sammy."

he drew the other up around his waist too, hitching her up his body for a better angle before pushing in hard and deep. He still wasn't quite cooled down from earlier, in no mood to take this slow either. "Fuck, Dana..."

She braced her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her up, head dropping back against the wall with a gasp of his name as he slammed into her. "Fuck." She moaned, nails raking at his skin as she tipped her head forward once more to nip and suck at his lower lip, pushing her hips back into his and feeling him press deep inside her, making her shudder.

Edited 2011-12-28 18:55 (UTC)

He groaned as her nails raked over his skin, shuddering at the slight sting. He pushed into her unrelenting, hard and desperate to feel her, to draw out every noise she'd make in between those rough kisses and nips. "Dana... Jesus--feel so good."

The way he was slamming into her was almost brutal, moaning and panting with every sharp thrust. Fuck, she loved it though. Wanted it.

Drawing her mouth away from his, she moved down to bite and suck down his neck, sure if she didn't leave marks with her nails, her teeth may. She'd probably feel a bit bad about it later...but at the moment, she couldn't care less, groaning against his skin as he worked her hard back against the wall.

They should fight more often if this was the outcome.

He tipped his head to the side to give access to her mouth, pushing into her steadily and he knew that he should be reminding her to keep quiet--last thing he needed was his neighbors hearing his sister moaning for him, calling out for him, but he couldn't bring himself to care right now.

He definitely wouldn't mind the fights so much if they ended like this more.

Dana wasn't sure she could be quiet even if he did ask her to. Besides, who were they to know it was his sister in here he was fucking senseless?

She made a pleased noise as he tilted his head for her, sucking hard at a spot, which she probably shouldn't have done because she was leaving a nice red mark, her tongue lapping at it after she released his skin from her lips.

Then her head was dropping back against the wall again, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure mounted higher, legs tightening around him. "Sammy, oh God, yes..."

When her head dropped back, his mouth descended and his teeth raked over the skin exposed to him, his hands holding tighter to her hips. "Getting close?" He panted when her legs tightened around him, smiling vaguely against her skin. "God, want to feel you coming for me, Dana, want to hear you calling out for me..."

Loved the way she said his name... even if she was using that stupid, kiddy nickname for him.

She bit her lip as she shivered at the scrape of his teeth at her skin, loving the feel of his big hands holding her tighter, possessive almost. The husky tone of Sam's voice as he spoke against her had her moaning quietly, body starting to feel heavier the closer she got, the harder he thrust. "So-- so close..." She murmured, eyes glazed over with lust as she fluttered them back open to look back at him.

He would always be Sammy to her, the only one allowed to call him that, something of him that was just hers.

Edited 2011-12-28 23:09 (UTC)

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