Research. In a icky motel room. While doyen is off doing God knows what. Or worsened, God knows who. This is the life of Sam Winchester. But this evening something is going to happen to Sam. Something he does n't expect. He 's about to get a visitor.

There 's a knock at the room access. Sam heaves a suspiration and slams the clamshell of his laptop closed. He makes it to the knob in a few long pace. His disappointment is apparent when he opens the door and sees her standing there.

'' Hey, Sam, '' she says in her haughty emphasis. She walks past him into the room without invitation. That 's how she is. She takes. Whatever she wants.

He stares after her, watching her payoff in the cheap furnishing. The cheeky Britisher 's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the door nick closed and he faces her, he shakes his head at her bold behavior.

'' Bela, '' he answers, his handwriting resting on his hip joint. `` I did n't think there was a chance in perdition you 'd show up. ``

'' Well, '' she tells him, looking up into his hazel heart. `` I 'm entire of surprise. '' She moves closer, her hands on the whack of her trench coat. `` Though truthfully, you want to know why I 'm here ? ``

Sam takes a stride back, trying to maintain some human body of distance between them. Bela Talbot was zip but fuss. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the only way he could preserve it from her was to figure out what it was before she fleeced him. In effort to buy prison term, he says, `` Okay. ``

Bela continues to pass on on Sam, backing him almost into the street corner of the room. She tugs her coat open. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her oculus wide as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulders back to steal the garment off, revealing a satin and lacing nightie.

He pries his eyes from her, looking up and away. `` Uh, '' he stammers. `` What 're you doin'? ``

Reaching out to tuck his hairsbreadth behind his ear, her voice slightly gruff with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't block up thinking about you. ``

Confusion muddies his liberal feature article and he mumbles, `` What ? ``

Her oculus search his and, rather than answer, she stretches up on her toes and kisses him. It 's sonant and almost druggingly slow. He puts his hands on her subdivision intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her tongue skims over his lower lip. He takes a mysterious breathing place. `` Are you for sure ? ``

Bela does n't answer. She 's far too eager to get back to the heat of Sam 's mouthpiece. To sense it pressing against hers and gliding over other parts of her body.

So, she takes what she wants. She kisses him again. Her tongue delves into the velvety corner of his mouthpiece and he sighs, stumbling back toward the bed as he cradles her in his arms.

His knees hit the mattress and he falls with Bela on top of him. It 's courteous. Very nice. The curves of her consistency are soft and they press deliciously into the hard planes of his own. His fingers thread into the fuzziness of her hair and his glossa booty her mouth. He 's stunned by how hungry he is for this. How out of command she makes him.

Delicate fingers pluck at the buttons on his shirt and he rolls her beneath him. She melts into the mattress, her backtalk sucking and tugging at his as she struggles to rid him of the tweed and cotton plant that separate them.

'' Sam, '' she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his dorsum as his hand curl around the shoulder strap of her negligée. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy flesh of one of her titty. He palms it, his mouth scorching across her naked skin to its dusty-rose colored jacket. It pebbles and grows rigid beneath his tongue as his hand skates up her thigh. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be real. It had to be a dream. Any minute now Dean would name his gens and he 'd determine himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't find like a dream. Bela 's mouth is firm, yet pliant beneath his. His dungaree grow tighter as he feels her hands parapraxis under his shirt again to smooth up his back. She 's flabby and strong. And even though he 'd thought she was more interested in his buddy, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her tongue dancing over his neck to his earlobe. `` Sam, '' she whimpers pleadingly. `` Take me. ``

He ca n't help but chuckle. Bela begging. That was plenteous. He decides to up the ante. To drive her wilderness for a little bit longer before giving them both release. He tugs at her scanty, easily tearing the flimsy lace from her lower body.

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her centre capitulation closed as he tests her with long, fatheaded fingers. He caresses and pets her, his ovolo working over her sweet spot as his pointer and center digit curl and coax within her. She bucks against his manus and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to trail his shirt and singlet over his head, moaning as her mouth and hands explore his chest. She surprises him, forcing him onto his back and straddling him. Her hand make quick work of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the other shoulder strap from her berm. She gasps as his rim attack her newly bared nipple. Big scratchy hands fondle her breasts before grinding her pelvic arch against his.

'' Sam, '' she cries out. `` Sam, Sam Sam ... ''

He shifts her back to the mattress, leaving her squirming as he rids himself of his remaining apparel and dons protective cover. She 's on her stifle in the nerve centre of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the intimate apparel off, her hair swishing softly against her back as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee joint on the bed, he approaches her. His hands clash over her shoulder joint and he kisses her again. trench, hot and wet. His intention is evident and she matches the motion of his natural language and the touch of his handwriting stroke for stroke.

'' dean would 've fucked me by now, '' she torments.

He looks at her, studying her boldness before nuzzling his way to her ear. He tucks her tomentum back, his tongue flickering along the cuticle before suckling at her lobe. `` I thought you wanted me, '' he says darkly.

'' I ... '' she begins, distracted by the warmth of his breath at her throat.

He draws her down until he lays over her. `` Do n't mention my comrade 's name when you 're in bed with me, '' he commands. `` Am I clear ? ``

Her eyes are wide and glazed with lecherousness. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` lechatelierite. ``

He aligns their bodies, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking mastery. He restrains himself, unwilling to take in it quickly. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless fuck, she came to the wrong chum. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - dean would be the last thing on her mind.

'' How does that feel, Bela ? '' he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a long, powerful leg around his waist.

Rather than answer, she tries to wobble and increase the detrition. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her articulatio coxae to the mattress. Bela whine in protest.

He soothes her with a kiss, his spit ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deep pump that makes her arc into him. `` talk to me, '' he demands. `` Tell me what you feel. What you want to finger. ``

She clutches him, her nails digging at his back. He can palpate her obstinate resistance, knows she thinks she can turn the tables on him. That she can puddle him losecontrol and have it away her silly.

Her eubstance is wicked and sinful in the way it cradles his and wrapping around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His tooth scrape over her shoulder and she moans, pushing against him. He 's learned something. It appears Bela likes things a little rough. His next move is cryptical and quick.

'' Sam ! '' she screams. Reaching up she pulls his mouth down for a buss that 's filled with despair and need.

He wants to break her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them hatful of problems. But he also wants to listen her beg again. He breathes in the scent of her expensive perfume. In and out. In and out. Nice and slow. Building up. Feeling the pressure coiling within her.

'' God, Sam ... '' she whines meekly. `` Please ... ''

He smirks. `` Please what ? '' he prods. It 's slower now. He can find the luster of sweat on his back. He laps up a few midget beads from her brow. He finds her sinister heart with his. `` Please what, Bela ? ``

She grips his forearms. `` Please, Sam, '' she husks. `` More ... ''

'' Mmm, '' he teases, picking up the pace just slightly. `` More of this ? '' he asks, things leisurely and everyday. He watches her middle widen and close, sees the way she nibbles at her down lip.

He can see she 's getting close and he wants to watch her splinter. She moans when his oral fissure collides with her neck. He sucks at her pulsation point, leaving what he 's knows will be a bell ringer. He wants her to remember this import later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' looking at at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` surface. Your. centre. ``

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in joy, he watches as they fall closed with the inscrutable, roughly jab he gives her. He goes back to the dense, tenderise gait and postponement for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're saturnine. So glowering. Her pupils are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to keep them on his case makes him drunk with powerfulness. He knows he 's got her. He can feel her body throbbing around his length.

Suddenly, he 's beneath her. She 's caught him off sentry duty and rides him. He grabs for her waist wanting to wrest control from her, but she takes his wrist and military force them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't have to let her do this. He 's far stronger than she is. But the tactile property of her knocker, full and heavy, as they brush against the wall of his chest is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her have her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam 's berm. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her haircloth tumbles over her shoulder in a slick mantle. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a good, slow pulverisation ? ``

He tangles his digit in the silk-spun fibril that brush his nerve, pushing it back. He surges up, pulling her down onto his thrust. `` Mmm, '' he hums against her sass. `` I asked you first. ``

Sitting up, he strums his manus down her cover. He guides her hips to his, creating a delectable friction that makes her shudder. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging her caput back to let on her pharynx. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. trench and hard, he drives into her.

She gasps and moans, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the haze of her climax, licking her lips as she touches his face. His name escapes her start out lips as she throws her head back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every trouser and moan, each tiny cause of her hips as she tries to stretch her high school. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breathing place when Sam is behind her. Her body, hot and slickness, contracts around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her shank. His fingerbreadth draw circle and it 's almost too a great deal. The pleasure he gives her is so intense she can hardly breathe. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a prompt tempo. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed passion and heartiness. He admires the curve of her hip and the way it flares to her bottom. He pushes her body to it 's limit, tumbling her again and again into ecstasy.

She moans, whimpering as she shakes beneath him. `` Sam, '' she pants. `` I ca n't ... '' Struggling, she casts a glance over her shoulder. `` Too much ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to pluck Bela onto her back. He kisses her, searching her lips and oral cavity with his tongue. He waits for her. Waits for her to number back down. Waits for her to envelop her legs around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her limb around his waist, daring him to complete what he started. She cedes ascendancy, looking into his eye. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's body throbbing from the mental strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to get onto into the abyss. The satiny way Bela wraps around him - the feel of her organic structure pulling him in - is nearly his undoing. She purrs, moaning against his back talk as he adopts a grim pep pill. Once, twice, three times and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

With a clangoring, Sam jar awake and finds himself on the floor next to the bed. His arms are wrapped around a pillow. He gulps. It felt so real. Right down to the ...

'' fop, '' James Dean 's voice comes from over his shoulder joint. Looking up, Sam sees his older sidekick 's furrowed brow. `` You were making some good yummy noises. ``

Sam frowns and growl, `` Dean ... ''

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' Dean asks wrinkling his nose, his eyes going all-embracing. `` We really necessitate to get you laid ... ''