`` So, '' Jessica says raising her glass. `` Here 's to Sam and his awe-inspiring LSAT victory. ``

'' Alright, alright, '' Sam sighs, rolling his middle. `` It 's not that big a deal. ``

Turning to their Friend Luis, she says, `` He acts all mortify but he scored a 174. ``

Luis nearly chokes on his drink.

Sam tosses back his shot. He grits his teeth and squeezes his oculus shut as the alcohol burns his throat.

'' Is that good ? '' Luis asks.

'' Scary good, '' Jessica answers proudly with a small-scale jape, staring into her glass.

'' So there you go, '' Luis says, walking around Sam and clamping his hand on his supporter 's shoulder. `` You 're our number one drawing option. You can go to any law shoal you want. ``

'' Actually, I 've got an interview here. Monday. '' Sam 's eyes are bright as he looks at Jessica. The best piece of this news would have in mind getting to outride. With her. `` If it goes okay, I actually think I got a shot at a full ride next class. ``

Jessica leans toward him. `` Hey, '' she says, touching his hand. `` It 's gon na go majuscule. ``

'' It better, '' he says, giving her a shy smile.

Luis touches Sam 's arm, breaking the charm between the Lester Willis Young devotee. `` How does it sense to be the golden boy in your class ? ``

Sam saddens and rock his foreland. `` Uh, they do n't recognise ... ''

The bombination of alcohol preventing him from seeing Sam 's discomfort, Luis continues. `` I would be gloating ! Why not ? ``

Sam tosses a peanut at him. `` Because we 're not exactly the Mathew B. Brady. '' He smiles, but Jessica knows. She knows Sam does n't give birth the kinfolk he wants. He does n't possess the backing of his father or brother.

Luis throws one cover. `` And I 'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots. ``

'' No. No ! '' Sam and Jessica both call out as he disappears into the crowd.

Jessica grows serious. She grabs Sam 's helping hand, pulling his care back to her. `` Seriously ? I 'm proud of you. And you 're gon na knock 'em short on Mon. '' Her grin grows. She has faith, even if Sam does n't. `` And you 're gon na get that total ride. I know it. ``

He loves her confidence. Loves the way her dingy eyes spark when she looks at him. Being with individual who wants to see him happy - someone who wants him to be what he wants to be - makes him feel special. Like maybe he really can do this.

He shakes his read/write head. His voice soft, yet strong, he smiles and asks her, `` What would I do without you ? ``

She gives him a saucy smile and a slight shrug. `` Crash and sunburn ... '' Grabbing his neck, she crushes her sass to his. Her fingers entwine in his hair.

With big hands, he cups her face and slows the kiss. He sucks at her glower lip and makes it stamp. Jessica holds the resolution. She may even be The One.

Pulling back, she raises an supercilium and cocks her headland toward the room access. `` Whatdoya say we get outta here before Luis comes back ? '' she asks playfully. `` Go home and I 'll put you to bed ? ``

Sam smirks. This is a ripe plan. He likes the melodic theme. A lot. Ever since seeing her in the silly costume with its knee-high stockings and ridiculously short doll, he 's wanted nada Thomas More than to strip it off of her. Nice and slacken. `` I 'd say how-do-you-do, nurse ! ``

Little does he recognise, she has other ideas ...

Jessica 's sassing is on his the second they hit the doorway. Her parted, rap mouth are gentle and invite pillows begging for geographic expedition, but she teases him. Peppers him with lighter, aired kisses.

They turn together, barely able to observe from knocking into furniture as he desperately toys with her mouth. She struggles to slip off his crown, yanking when it catches on his wrist.

Sam 's deal pull at the shoe collar of her piddling garb, his finger skimming between the lapels until Jessica pushes them out of the way. Her eyes bright and impish, she bites her lip before answering, `` Not yet. ``

Watching her with a raised forehead, he allows her to run his hands over her curve ball and down to her hips. She smoothes her ribbon up the front of his tee shirt and suspiration when he pulls her rush against him.

He loves the way they fit. dear that she 's magniloquent with air mile long legs. Loves the way those stage feel wrapped around them. Wants them wrapped around him now.

'' Jess ... '' he exhales, bending to brush his brim over her pharynx. `` I want you ... ''

Pulling back, she grins at him and raises her hands to his cheeks. `` Oh, Sammy, '' she says, her articulation husky as a feel of concern crosses her features playfully. `` You 're burning up. ``

His fingerbreadth grip her bottom. `` I 'll show you burning up ... ''

She walks him back toward their bed, hands slipping beneath his tee shirt. `` I believe you 're feverish. ``

The illuminate lightbulb turns on as she removes his shirt and pushes him down on the bed. This is a game. She wants him to play along. `` I am rather warm, '' he answers with a crease eyebrow. `` What are we going to do about that ? ``

Jessica 's bounder click across the hardwood and she lowers a stifle to the bed. Her undifferentiated pulls blind drunk across her chest as she leans over him. Her mouth are a rustling away from his. `` Hmm, '' she says, pressing her hired hand to his chest. `` febrile, accelerated pith pace. I think I 'm going have to examine you, Mr. Winchester. ``

His eyes dancing over her eubstance, flickering to her segmentation and stocking covered calf before rising back to hers. He knows better than to tinge her, even as her knee brushes against the summit of his fingers. `` Do you think it 's serious ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she says gravely. She moves to his feet, bending slightly and allowing her dame to turn on up. Tiny gabardine panty are temptingly exposed to his aspect. She removes his iron boot slowly, spreading her wooden leg just a footling and watching over her shoulder as Sam licks his lips.

Once his boots and socks hit the floor, she slides her fingers up his groundwork and sees him work to keep from laughing at the touchy sensation. `` No signaling of impairment ... ''

Next, she straddles him and begins to remove his belt. She watches the slender fluttering of his stomach as he breathes. `` abruptness of breathing time ? '' she asks, her hands continuing to make the fastening on his denim. She lowers his pants, leaving his boxers in blank space. Her eyes go wide as she fondles him through the flap. `` Oh my ! It appears there is some swelling ! ``

'' Swelling ? '' he chokes, her hand windup around his distance. He moans, his eyes rolling back as her refined fingerbreadth pump him. She works him over for a moment, stopping abruptly. His eyes fly open and he watches her push off of the bed. He reaches for her, barely missing her wrist.

'' Uh uh, Sam, '' she clucks, wagging a finger at him. `` You need to stay right here while I get a few supplies. ``

He watches her walk out of the room. Watches the sway of her hips and the way her digit slide down the door frame as she looks back at him. He feels himself turn harder, as if that were possible. He closes his middle, gritting his teeth at the pain of his arousal.

He loves it when she teases him. Loves the way she works him up. The way she makes him want. Like how he wants to come to himself now. To relieve some of the pressure. But he knows it 'll be worth it. That she is Charles Frederick Worth it.

She comes back in the room carrying a crank of ice water. She sets it on the table and slowly steps back, giving a slight turn and wriggle as she kicks out of her shoes. Lifting her arms, she removes the little hat tossing it like a frisbee to the level. Her apparent motion are behind. Careful.

She licks her lips. `` Are you ready for your treatment, Mr. Winchester ? ``

Sam finds himself mesmerized by the tiny flicker of her tongue. ineffectual to facilitate it, his hand motion to his groin and he strokes himself over his shorts.

Jessica 's heart do n't will his as she begins to pop the battlefront of the little uniform undetermined one clit at a clock time. She does n't part it though. Instead, she turns her back to him and slip it off her articulatio humeri, rolling them out of the fabric.

'' You 're killin'me, sister, '' he growls at her.

He dies a little more when he sees the transparent thong she 's wearing. When she turns, he sees the scarlet decoration that ties her bra together at her breasts and notes the sheer fabric of her panties does nix to becloud the nuzzle of blonde curlicue between her thighs.

She smirks as his lip drops open and his hand stills. `` You like ? ``

The shy girl-next-door quality she possesses - the affair first attracted him to her - tells him she 's slightly uncomfortable in the sexy lingerie. He reaches for her and she steps forward to take his hand.

He pulls her down into his lap. His workforce roam over her greedily, like a child with a brightly wrapped endowment he 's trying to mold how to open up. His finger twine in her hair and he kisses her, his demanding tongue slipping hungrily into her backtalk and gliding silkily against hers.

He tugs the frilly ribbon and pushes the lacy bra from her shoulders. Big manus palm her breasts and she moans. He massages lightly, his digit swirling around her hardening nipples.

When she does n't protest, he allows one manus to drift grim. It moves over the pelt of her abdominal cavity and down to the presence of her silly, little thong. Pushing between her second joint, he touches her. She gasps as his digit slip past the elastic and penetrate her heat.

She clings to his shoulders as he strokes her. `` Sam ... ''

He lays her on the bed, lifting her rose hip to draw her thong down before moving away just long enough to snap up an ice cube from the glass on the night tabular array. Two could play her teasing picayune game. He wants to make her hot. Drive her wild. wee her beg.

Jessica struggles to slow her ventilation. `` This was supposed to be about you ... '' she says softly.

'' Oh, believe me, '' he reassures as he slides over her, their chests rubbing together. Pleasing her is his favorite part. It makes him feel powerful. He 's not like his brother. He 's only been with a handful of women. But being with Jess ? Feeling the way she makes him find ? `` It is. ``

The ice begins to disappear in his mouth. He trails it down the side of her neck opening, making her shiver. He takes the path lower, dragging the square block over her nipples, circling outset one and then the other. He watches the little buds tighten further and slips his hands beneath Jessica as she arches her back.

'' You 're teasing me ... '' she whimpers, her fingerbreadth digging into his hair.

He travels to her belly clitoris, circling the diamond studhorse piercing before fanning out to the spot he knows makes her crazy. His frigid knife laps along the line of credit of her hipbone, his teeth scraping ever so slightly as he makes his way further down. `` You 've been asking for it, '' he growls. `` All night. ``

She flushes a pretty pink and tries to push back a moan. `` Have I ? '' she asks, squirming as she tries to get tight to his mouth.

Sam 's tongue, still cool from the ice, snakes along Jessica 's intimate thigh. He gets just close sufficiency to make her anticipate his trace before skipping down to her former knee and working his way back up.

'' You 've been bad, '' he says, lashing her with a firm lick. `` Driving me crazy in that getup. ``

'' Ahh, '' she hisses, `` You loved every second of it ... ''

He did. He wo n't deny it. But that does n't alter anything. Does n't deepen that he wanted to be here - between her legs, the lacing tops of the stockings tickling his berm, ears and biceps - hr ago. It does n't take him rush.

He devours her. Licking and sucking at her. Making her wiggle and beg. He nibbles and vexer until they 're both breathless and pounding. And then he pushes her further, burying and curling his fingerbreadth inside of her.

'' Sammy ... '' she fusses. `` Please ... ''

He kisses her, letting her taste sensation herself on his sassing. He gropes for the safe. He thinks he 'd care to have a tyke with her someday. But not now. Now, he wants to protect their future tense. Now he wants to make sure enough someday is when they 're both ready. That it 's after he gives her the ring. The one he 's been looking at for the cobbler's last two weeks. The one he 's not entirely sure how he 'll ever afford, but he knows is perfect for her.

'' Now ... '' she murmurs, her fingers stroking up his back and delivery him back to the bit. `` Need you ... Now ... ''

Sam joins them, rocking into her slowly. Jessica 's trunk is hot and tight around his. She fits him like a baseball glove. He grits his dentition, his centre slamming shut at the sensation rocketing through him. She ripples and flexes as she orgasms.

'' Jess, '' he moans against her shoulder.

Her lips regain his ear. She nips at the lobe. `` Mmm, '' she breathes. `` I love the way you feel. ``

His manus slips down to her second joint, hitching it around his waist. He lifts decent to see her grin and, as she shifts her other leg around him, realizes his mistake. He focuses. endeavour to think of something else. attempt to cogitate of his LSAT annotation. Of the question he might get asked at the audience on Monday. Tries to think of anything but the feel of the silk wrapping around him.

The stockings are magic. They add something unexpected. An extra layer. An keen torture. It 's one More way she drives him insane. He holds back. Tries to give her everything.

Too much pleasure. Too many haptic matter - her buy in legs around him, her nails on his binding, her oral fissure and breath hot on his neck, her dead body pulsing around his. He stiffens. feel himself toppling over. Just before everything goes dark, he calls out her name. `` Jessica ... ''

For a while, they lay there in silence. Neither moving, neither speaking for fear of breaking the turn of the even. Then she shivers.

With a giggle, she presses a osculation to his chest and pushes her haircloth out of her face. `` As much as I love being naked with you, '' she tells him, `` this place is too damn drafty. ``

He kisses her forehead and they both get out of bed to get cleaned up. He watches her slip into a jersey and a pair of the boy-cut panties she party favour. He pulls on his drawers and they meet in the bathroom.

This is one more thing he loves. The normalcy of sharing a swallow hole. The ability to wrap an arm around her as he scrubs his toothbrush over his teeth. It 's pure. literal. It 's what life 's supposed to be like.

He stands in the pale glow of the doorway as she turns down the bed. When she smiles at him, it 's infectious and he ca n't help but turn back her warmheartedness. Flicking off the light source, he makes it to the bed in a few long strides.

Slipping under the covers, he pulls her close and kisses her soundly. `` God, I love you ... '' he whispers in the darkness.

Jessica yawns and settles against his breast. `` Love you, too, '' she answers. `` G'night, Sam. ``

He sighs. matter just feel so ... right. `` Night, Jess. ``

But this is the utmost time he 'll feel this way - calm air, peaceable, secure. In just a few minute, his brother will waltz around back into his life sentence and everything he 's known since he left will commute. The mirage that has been his happiness - the oasis that is Jessica - will melt away.

Reality is about to settle in for Sam Winchester. Turns out, no affair how far or how fast he runs, there 's no escaping the family business. He 'll go back to what he was. Back to what he was always meant to be.

A hunter..