f a v o r s

Favors
[by victoria p.]

Rating: adult

Summary: "I think this bra is trying to kill me," she says. "Possibly it's possessed."

Spoilers: none

Notes: AU - Sam's always been a girl. Written as comment fic for luzdeestrellas.

Word count: 490 words

Date: April 11, 2007

When Dean comes in, Sam's standing at the sink, washing dishes and singing to herself. She doesn't turn around, but he can see the tension leave her body, now that he's back and safe.

"I think this bra is trying to kill me," she says, shimmying her shoulders. "Possibly it's possessed."

He slides his hands up under her shirt to cup her breasts, lacy material of the bra scratchy against his palms.

"Good thing I'm experienced at dealing with possession," he says, pressing his lips to her neck, which is damp with sweat, because she never turns on the air conditioning when he's not around. "So I can help with that."

She leans back against him and makes soft little humming sounds as he palms her nipples, wiggling her ass against his groin. He unhooks the bra, murmuring in Latin (which makes her giggle), and frees her breasts from the tyranny of the underwire she doesn't usually wear. Even after all these years, she's still unhappy with her A-cups, though he loves them just the way they are, and loves showing her that as often as possible.

He nibbles at her earlobe, licks down the curve of her jaw, one hand skimming down the soft curve of her belly and sliding below the waistband of her sweatpants, which ride low on her hips. He curls his fingers into the wet heat of her cunt, rubbing quick and rough, the way she likes it. She gasps, widens her stance a little, body heavy against him now. Her hands are still in the sink, one clutching a soapy sponge, the other wrapping around the handle of a coffee mug, but her attention is all on him.

"Dean," she says, needy and prayerful, and his is the only name he ever wants her to say that way.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs in her ear.

She turns her face so he can kiss her, mouth open, hot, demanding, trading licks and breaths and soft low moans between them as his fingers thrust in and out, thumb still circling over her clit. She rolls her hips, trying to get him to go faster, rubs back against his cock, which is aching now inside his jeans.

She comes with a long sigh into his mouth, body quivering as her cunt tightens around his fingers, beautiful as she falls apart in the circle of his arms.

He bites down on her lower lip, and she moans as he breaks the kiss, face flushed and the hair at her temples starting to darken with sweat. He pulls his hand away, licks at his fingers as she rinses her hands, body still shaking a little.

Then she turns, forcing him to take a step back, her hands already working at his belt buckle and zipper. She sinks to her knees and smiles up at him, lips shiny and red from his kisses, and says, "Let me return the favor."

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