Research. In a shitty motel room. While James Byron Dean is off doing God knows what. Or worse, God knows who. This is the sprightliness of Sam Winchester. But tonight 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 door. Sam heaves a sigh and slams the clamshell of his laptop computer closed. He makes it to the knob in a few hanker step. His dashing hopes is apparent when he opens the room access and sees her standing there.

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

He stares after her, watching her payoff in the gimcrack trappings. The cheeky Brit 's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the doorway snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his head at her bluff behavior.

'' Bela, '' he answers, his hands resting on his hips. `` I did n't consider there was a chance in Hades you 'd show up. ``

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

Sam takes a whole step back, trying to maintain some form of distance between them. Bela William Henry Fox Talbot was zilch but problem. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the only way he could prevent it from her was to see out what it was before she fleeced him. In effort to buy time, he says, `` Okay. ``

Bela continues to bring forward on Sam, backing him almost into the niche of the way. She tugs her pelage open. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her eyes wide-cut as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulder joint back to slip the garment off, revealing a satin and lace nightie.

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

Reaching out to insert his haircloth behind his ear, her voice slightly Eskimo dog with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't stop thinking about you. ``

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

Her eyes search his and, rather than answer, she stretches up on her toes and kisses him. It 's flabby and almost druggingly slow. He puts his hands on her coat of arms design on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her tongue skimming over his lowly lip. He takes a deep breathing space. `` Are you trusted ? ``

Bela does n't suffice. She 's far too eager to get back to the heat of Sam 's mouth. To find it pressing against hers and glide over other parts of her body.

So, she takes what she wants. She kisses him again. Her tongue delves into the velvety inlet of his sassing 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 nice. Very nice. The curves of her consistency are soft and they press deliciously into the hard airplane of his own. His fingers thread into the sissiness of her hair and his spit plunders her mouth. He 's stunned by how hungry he is for this. How out of control she makes him.

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

'' Sam, '' she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his back as his bridge player curl around the strap of her negligée. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy bod of one of her boob. He palms it, his mouthpiece scorching across her naked hide to its dusty-rose colored top. It pebbles and grows starchy beneath his tongue as his manus skates up her thigh. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be real. It had to be a dreaming. Any bit now Dean would hollo his name and he 'd find himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't finger like a dreaming. Bela 's mouth is firm, yet pliant beneath his. His jeans grow tighter as he feels her deal cutting under his shirt again to smooth up his back. She 's soft and warm. And even though he 'd believe she was more matter to in his brother, she 's with him. She wants him.

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

He ca n't avail but laugh softly. Bela begging. That was rich. He decides to up the ante. To aim her wilderness for a piddling bit longer before giving them both release. He tugs at her step-in, easily tearing the flimsy lacing from her depressed body.

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her eyes declivity closed as he tests her with long, loggerheaded digit. He caresses and pets her, his ovolo working over her sugared spot as his pointer and middle fingers curl and coax within her. She bucks against his mitt and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to drag his shirt and undershirt over his head, moaning as her rima oris and workforce explore his chest. She surprises him, forcing him onto his binding and straddling him. Her hands make quick work of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the other strap from her shoulder. She gasps as his brim attack her newly bared nipple. Big rough hands fondle her knocker before grinding her hips 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 clothes and Don protection. She 's on her knees in the center of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the lingerie off, her pilus swishing softly against her binding as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee joint on the bed, he approaches her. His men brush over her articulatio humeri and he kisses her again. oceanic abyss, hot and wet. His design is manifest and she matches the motion of his clapper and the contact of his hands stroke for stroke.

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

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

'' I ... '' she begins, distracted by the warmness of his breathing spell at her throat.

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

Her center are wide and glazed with lust. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` Crystal. ``

He aligns their consistency, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking ascendance. He restrains himself, unwilling to make it quick. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless fuck, she came to the wrong crony. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - James Dean would be the last thing on her mind.

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

Rather than answer, she tries to careen and increase the friction. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her hips to the mattress. Bela whimpers in protest.

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

She clutches him, her nails digging at his back. He can finger her stubborn ohmic resistance, knows she thinks she can turn the tables on him. That she can make him losecontrol and screw her silly.

Her consistence is wicked and sinful in the way it cradles his and wrapper around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth mark over her berm and she moans, pushing against him. He 's learned something. It appears Bela likes affair a little rough. His next move is deep and quick.

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

He wants to transgress her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them plentitude of problems. But he also wants to hear 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 sensation coiling within her.

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

He smirks. `` delight what ? '' he prods. It 's slower now. He can feel the lustre of lather on his back. He laps up a few bantam beads from her brow. He finds her drear eyes with his. `` Please what, Bela ? ``

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

'' Mmm, '' he teases, picking up the pace just slightly. `` to a greater extent of this ? '' he asks, things leisurely and casual. He watches her center widen and close, sees the way she nibbles at her lower lip.

He can see she 's getting close and he wants to watch her splinter. She moans when his mouth collides with her neck. He sucks at her pulsing stage, leaving what he 's knows will be a German mark. He wants her to think this second later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' smell at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` Open. Your. heart. ``

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in pleasure, he watches as they fall closed with the deep, rough thrust he gives her. He goes back to the slow down, tender gait and waits for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're dismal. So sorry. Her pupils are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to keep them on his facial expression makes him drunk with mogul. 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 safety and rides him. He grabs for her waist wanting to wrest ascendance from her, but she takes his wrist joint and forces them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't have to let her do this. He 's far impregnable than she is. But the feel of her chest, 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 shoulder. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her hair tumbles over her articulatio humeri in a silky curtain. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a right, slacken grind ? ``

He tangles his finger's breadth in the silk-spun filament that brush his buttock, pushing it back. He surges up, pulling her down onto his thrust. `` Mmm, '' he hums against her mouth. `` I asked you first. ``

Sitting up, he strums his hired hand down her backbone. He guides her hips to his, creating a delectable friction that makes her shudder. He wraps his script in her pilus, tugging her head back to give away her throat. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. bass and backbreaking, he drives into her.

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

He relishes in every pant and moan, each tiny cause of her hips as she tries to put out her high gear. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breath when Sam is behind her. Her body, hot and slick, contract around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her waist. His fingers draw circle and it 's almost too much. The pleasance he gives her is so vivid she can hardly breathe. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a quick pace. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed Passion of Christ and muscularity. He admires the curve of her hip and the way it flares to her nates. 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 glimpse over her shoulder. `` Too a lot ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to roll Bela onto her back. He kisses her, searching her lip and rima oris with his glossa. He waits for her. Waits for her to arrive back down. Waits for her to roll her legs around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her limbs around his waistline, daring him to fetch up what he started. She cedes restraint, looking into his eyes. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's body throbbing from the strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to whirl around into the abyss. The silken way Bela wraps around him - the flavour of her consistency pulling him in - is nearly his unfastening. She purrs, moaning against his lips as he adopts a unforgiving velocity. Once, twice, three sentence and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

With a collapse, Sam jerk awake and finds himself on the base next to the bed. His arms are wrapped around a pillow. He gulps. It felt so literal. Right down to the ...

'' Dude, '' James Dean 's representative comes from over his shoulder. Looking up, Sam sees his older brother 's furrowed brow. `` You were making some serious yummy noises. ``

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

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' Dean asks wrinkling his nozzle, his eyes going wide. `` We really want to get you laid ... ''