Pleasure Principle ( Supernatural Fic Sam/Oc )
Callie 's cellphone anchor ring, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed.
She snigger and reaches for the speech sound. `` Hello ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you for certain ? ... Alright, I 'll be there by fall. ``
'' What 's going on ? '' Sam asks as she scrambles from the bed and begins throwing on her clothes.
'' I have to go, '' she says, stuffing her matter in her duffle.
Sam gets up and pulls on his own clothing. `` Ok, where are we going ? ``
She does n't intercept moving, barely even casting him a glance as she replies, `` Not we, Sam, me. ``
He stops and stares, boot hanging from his bridge player. `` What ? No, not by yourself. ``
She zips the duffel and throws it over her shoulder joint. `` Yes, by myself, '' she says coolly. `` You remember I was a hunter for close to ten yr before I ever met you. And I 'm doing this alone. ``
'' Callie ... '' he begins, reaching for her.
She steps away from his sense of touch, heading for the threshold. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``
When she reaches the room access, she turns back to him. He ca n't read what 's in her eyes and that worries him more than anything.
'' I 'll shout out you when I 'm done. If you want ... ''
And with that, she 's gone.
Sam collapses back on the edge of the bed, half dressed, still holding his kick, staring at the door with a astonied expression.
~~~SPN~~~
Walking into the motel way, Sam kicks the doorway shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his Coke on the table, he spots the content notifier on this sound. For a moment, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for more than 24 minute. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to take heed to the message.
'' Hey, Sam, it 's Callie, '' her representative says. It sounds like she 's outside ; he can find out railcar whizzing by in the background signal. Her tone is odd. A little stilted. `` I 'm wrapping things up here and I should be able to get on the road later tonight. ``
There 's a suspension and he hears a man 's voice in the background. He hears her whisper something about being done in a sec and he should start without her. Her tone of voice is strong and friendly, but that 's lost when she comes back.
'' So, um, if you want to meet back up, just call me and let me know where you are. I, um ... I hope to try from you soon. ``
He deletes the substance and drops the phone back on the mesa. Now he really does n't screw what to believe. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he does n't hear from her for more than a day, then when she does call off, she 's with soul else.
He paces the floor slowly, frown building. That must be why she did n't require me along, he thinks. She was meeting up with some one else. But now she wants to see him. Or says she does.
He sighs deeply, running his finger through his tomentum. He does n't want to lose her like this, but he does n't understand what 's going on with her.
He picks up the telephone and punches up her number in his contacts. But he does n't connect. He tosses the telephone back on the tabular array and resumes his pacing.
~~~SPN~~~
Sam and Sophia are working at the modest motel room table when his phone ringing. He glances at it before reaching to institutionalize the telephone call to voicemail.
Sophia sighs heavily and throws her pen down on the table. `` If you do n't speak to her, '' she says sharply, `` I will. ``
His nous snaps up, eyes wide. `` You would n't. ``
She raises an brow. `` No ? ``
She would and he knows it. `` Just leave it alone, Sophia. This is between me and Callie. ``
Sophia takes his manus, squeezing it gently. `` It 's breaking my middle to see you like this, Sammy. You need to spill to her. ``
When his middle match hers this time, he ca n't quite hide the weeping. `` I ca n't. She left. With barely a word. Just hopped out of our bed and took off. '' He swallows. `` And I heard her talking to someone else when she left me that voice mail. Obviously she does n't require me around. ``
Sophia just looks at him. `` That could give birth been anyone, Sam. It 's not fair to either of you to jump to conclusions. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, steady. There 's no point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get proficient until you talk to her. ``
Sam hitches a berm. Trying for careless, but knowing she 's not fooled.
'' Yeah, fine, I care. But I ca n't worry for both of us. She 's got to want this too. ``
Sophia chuckles. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the final eight hours. The char who would n't normally let anyone within ten feet of her is travelling with you and sleeping in your bed. Would she bother with any of that if she did n't care ? ``
His eyes drop to the tabular array, but he does n't really see it. He runs his thumb absently over her knuckles. `` You think ? '' he asks finally.
'' Yeah, sweetie, '' Sophia reply, `` I do. When you find someone you care about, you got ta catch it and sustain on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but cause you Thomas More painful sensation. '' She pauses, her voice thickening a short. `` You saw how well that worked for Dean and me, right ? ``
Sam frowns. His brother and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each early. He does n't cogitate he could handle the same thing with Callie.
'' So get after her, would you ? Cuz you 're killing me with the sad puppy face. ``
He rolls his eyes and picks up the phone. He stares at it for a farseeing import before standing and moving to the former English of the room.
'' Hey, Callie. ... Yeah, I know. I ... ... Would you ... do you want.. '' He clears his throat and endeavour again, feeling like a teenager trying to ask a girl out for the first sentence. `` So, ummm, do need to meet up ? ``
As Sam speaks, the door swings open to intromit Dean. Before he can say anything, Sophia shushes him, gesturing toward Sam.
Dean raises an brow in question as he sets their dinner in the table and leans down to buss her.
'' Callie, '' she whispers.
Dean grins and takes a seat. `` 'Bout red cent clip. ``
~~~SPN~~~
It 's after midnight when Sam hears a provisional knock at his doorway. He steps to the door quickly, then hesitates. He 's still not entirely for sure how he feels about this whole situation.
Taking a deep breather, he jive the door open. Callie stands on the pavement in front of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any present moment. Her eyes flicker to his face and then back to the ground.
'' Hey, Sam, '' she says softly.
'' Callie, '' he replies, his voice neutral. He stands back, opening the door wider and gesturing her in.
He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his arms in front line of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't decide whether to kiss her senseless or outcry at her. He 's missed her so a lot, he actually has to curl his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to let the cat out of the bag first.
'' So, how 'd it go ? ``
'' Um, fine, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken forethought of quickly enough. ``
'' honest, '' he replies, wrath seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some accompaniment too, so that must throw helped. ``
Her eyes widen. `` Sam, wait ... ''
He straightens and stalk toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his vocalisation under control. `` You run out of here on some kind of mission without telling me where you 're going or what you 're doing. You tell me I ca n't go because you need to do it alone. And then I hear you all lovesome and cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a deuced voicemail. ``
He runs a deal through his hair before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to meet back up with me. What the fuck am I supposed to guess, Cal ? ``
'' It 's not what anything like that, Sam, '' she says, her oculus meeting his. `` I would n't do that to you. ``
'' Well, why do n't you tell me what it is then ? Please feel free to explain to me what 's going on. To tell me what the hell you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His voice drop-off and he ca n't keep the pain in the neck from bleeding through the anger. `` Tell me why you left me here to overleap you like crazy. ``
Her mysterious blue optic peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with rip he 's never seen her cast off before. She flinches and steps away from him.
'' I ... I ca n't ... I do n't know ... '' she whispers as she stumbles toward the door.
The sight of her walking away from him is what pushes him over the edge. He reaches her just as her hired hand hits the doorknob.
'' No ! I am not watching you walk out that door again, '' he growls. He grabs her arm and spins her toward him. `` I ca n't watch you leave. ``
His mouth clang against hers almost brutally as his eubstance presses her binding into the room access. He takes reward of her storm pant and luxate his tongue into her mouth. His manpower find her wrist joint and he pins them over her head, groaning softly as the action arches her into him.
Fire ignites between them almost instantly as anger and ache flashgun over into passion.
Her stupor slicing quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him back just as desperately as he kisses her. Her organic structure moves restlessly under him, her leg sliding around his as she struggles to get closer.
He releases her wrists and runs his hands down over her body to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his shank with a diffused moan at the same time as she wraps her arms around his neck.
Dragging his oral cavity from hers, he presses hot osculation over her aspect and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his knife flicks over her ear lobe. He feels her shiver. `` Never letting you go. ``
'' Sam ... '' She drags his mouth back to hers, tangling her finger in his hair.
Balancing her against the door, he reaches for her t-shirt and drag it over her head. His hand are everywhere as his mouth continues its covetous exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it.
Her hands are interfering as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her hands beneath. The flavor of her lenient hands against his stomach adds to the hell already burning inside him. He reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.
tendency into her, he pushes her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid handwriting and his mouth is drawn down over her attender skin to her breasts.
As his mouth closes her chest, she arches toward him, calling his public figure. He rakes his dentition over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His hired man slip over her rib, holding her still as he lays a devastating path over her body.
This is n't his usual confection and tender, your body is a wonderland manner. It 's rough and angry and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to make her understand this time.
She squirms beneath him, making incoherent strait. Her hands swoop over him, finger's breadth digging into his arms as his hot mouth singe over her stomach.
He undoes her dungaree, dragging them and her panties down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an in of her soundbox as he goes. By the prison term he reaches the curvature of her hip, she 's panting and moaning.
'' Sam, please, '' she moans, trying to tug him over her, urging him to take on her.
He ignores her supplication, purpose on making her feel everything. Feel all the things he 's been trying to tell apart her for so long. All the things he felt while she was gone.
finger's breadth tight on her hips, his oral fissure finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing body and harsh audio pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the sounds she makes when she 's close.
And he stops.
Her frustrated whimper makes him grinning darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deep sapphire eyes flutter assailable as she looks for him.
He strips his remaining clothes off and returns to her. Her legs immediately slide around him, murmuring his gens over and over.
Stroking the hair from her face, he calls her gens, waiting for her eyes to open again. When they finally meet his, he almost drown in them. Holding her gaze, he joins them swiftly, burying himself late inside her.
Tangling his fingers with hers, he pushes her arms over her head, intent on controlling this to the end. He starts to move, varying his pace and the depth of his poke. His jaw tightens as he tries to resist the call of her body, demanding more.
He leans down, mouthpiece by her ear. `` No more melt down, Cal, '' he murmurs, voice tight with emotion. Pulling back, he finds her gaze. `` I need you in this with me all the way. ``
She wraps a leg around his waist, urging him closer. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her optic are dark with love, but still serious.
He rocks into her, catching her gasp with his back talk. `` Tell me, '' he demands, lips ghosting over hers.
'' Sam, '' she whimpers.
'' Tell me, Callie, '' he growls.
'' I ... I ..., '' she murmurs, oculus glowing now, `` I need you. I need to be with you. ``
He kisses her deeply, his tongue moving in meter with his trunk. He speeds up, feeling her body starting to clinch around his. Dipping his head, nearly breathless with need, his teeth scratching at her shoulder.
She calls his name brokenly as she falls over the edge, shuddering beneath him.
Her tight high temperature pulsing around him pushes him over right behind her. He groans and collapses onto her, breathing hard.
Her hands purport over the rachis of his head and down over his shoulder. Soothing. Calming.
He rolls onto his spinal column, keeping her tight in his blazonry. Her chief drop to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest.
Her fingerbreadth trace little circles on his cutis. `` I 'm sorry I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.
He tightens his arm around her, but does n't reply.
Taking a inscrutable breath, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so farseeing ... '' She stops there. She starts to flash away from him, but he 's ahead of her this time.
He rolls her onto her back, pinning her down with his trunk. `` What did I say about no more running ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.
Her oculus meet his and then skitter away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.
He strokes her cheek, trying to pull her backbone. `` Baby, you do n't have to change for me. I want you just the way you are. ``
She squirms uncomfortably. She finally meets his gaze and he can see the uncertainty written there.
'' I just involve you to trust me. Trust my feelings for you. '' He feathers a light kiss across her lips.
She stares at him for a import. `` I do trust your feelings, Sam, '' she whispers. Her regard drifts down and she brushes her thumb across his low-toned lip. `` It 's mine I do n't trust. ``
His core spirit like it 's going to beat its way right out of his chest of drawers. He does n't want to labor her advance tonight. It 's enough that she 's here.
He presses tiny kiss along her forehead, down over her cheek. `` Let 's just involve it one day at a time, huh ? ``
She looks up at him, a little shy, a petty tentative. After a moment, she smiles.
propensity close, he gives her a tender kiss. `` You 're worth the time lag. ''