"You've got to be around here somewhere," Faith muttered to herself, from her current position on the floor.
She was on all fours, head under the bed as she searched for the knife she'd dropped.
Sam
Sm came out of the bathroom after having a shower, and chuckled at the view he got.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
Faith
"I dropped a knife," Faith replied, her voice slightly muffled.
"I swear it's under here somewhere."
Sam
Sam's eyes drifted to where he could see it sicking out at the end, then just leant against the wall to watch.
"Are you sure?" he mused, towelling his hair dry still.
Faith
"Yeah, pretty sure."
Faith crawled as far as she could under the bed, her back arching a little more, giving a clear view up her shorts.
"At least I hope so, it was one of my favourites."
Sam
"I'll take your word for it," Sam assured, tilting his head a little.
Faith
"Aha!"
Faith spotted something silver glinting in the corner and reached for it, her back arching that little bit more as she stretched.
Sam
Sam silently cursed, but moved around the bed to sit on his side.
"You need it for any particular reason?" he asked.
Faith
Faith emerged from the bed, shaking the dust from her hair.
"Nope, was just sharpening it, and I dropped it. Safely handling knives, Faith style."
She put the knife back into the bag of weapons she had, before zipping it up.
She sneezed, from the leftover dust in her nose.
Sam
"Oh," Sam realised, then chuckled to himself.
"Beats Dean looking down the barrel of a gun."
Faith
Faith collapsed down onto the bed next to him, stretching her arms and legs out.
"So, peanut butter, crunchy or smooth?"
Sam
"Smooth," Sam replied instantly, running his fingers through his hair.
Faith
"Oh," Faith said playfully. "You're one of those people."
She glanced over at him and grinned slightly.
"It's all about crunchy."
Sam
"What people?" Sam demanded.
"There's nothing wrong with preferring smooth peanut butter."
Faith
"There's everything wrong with it."
Faith nodded.
"It's boring."
Sam
"It saves bits of peanut getting stuck in your teeth and throat," Sam pointed out.
"Which does happen, alot."
Faith
"It's like a challenge."
Faith looked up at him.
"Well, I'm going to head out for a quick patrol later, you feel like killing things, or do you want to hang here... and do whatever it is you do."
Sam
"I'll hang," Sam shrugged, slinging the towel over his lap.
"Doing whatever it is that I do. Aka research. Want me to call you if I catch a whiff of anything in the area?"
Faith
"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks."
Faith rubbed her eyes and then got up from the bed, looking for a change of clothes.
Sam
"No problem," Sam threw the wet towel at her, cheekily.
Faith
Faith pulled the towel off her head and turned around to face him, hands on her hips in mock indignation.
"Ok, that's it, buddy."
She took a leap and pounced on top of him, pinning him down against the bed.
Sam
"Feisty!" Sam grinned with his tongue, not bothering to fight back.
"You didn't by chance grow up with any brothers you had to constantly beat up?"
Faith
"My mom had a boyfriend who had two sons. And yes."
Faith grinned back at him, then kissed him for a moment. She pulled away, but kept his arms pinned down.
"But," she said, batting her eyelashes innocently. "I won't hurt you unless you ask."
Sam
"Hmm..." Sam pondered with a concentrated frown.
"Big decision. Do I get a choice of what style of hurt?"
Faith
Faith looked up at the ceiling for a second.
"Mmm, yeah, I'd say you get a choice in that."
Sam
"How about the pleasure-for-me kinda hurt then?" Sam grinned, looking hr straight in the eyes.
Faith
Faith laughed, then leant down and licked his neck slowly.
"Just want to let you know, if you're a screamer, feel free."
Sam
"Not quite, but likewise," Sam winked.
He leant up to nibble at her ear as she had her head down.
Faith
"Well," Faith said, breathing light kisses onto his neck. "If you become the first guy to ever make me scream, I'd make it worth your while."
She turned her face up to his for a kiss.
Sam
Sam kissed her deeply, bringing one of his feet up onto the edge of the bed.
"Do I get any pointers on how to do that?" he asked hopefully.
Faith
Faith smiled down at him, her hair lightly brushing his shoulders.
"I think you do a pretty good job of getting there without any pointers."
She unbuttoned his shirt slowly.
"Trust me, you're pretty good at knowing what to do with it."
Sam
Sam looked down and used his telekinesis to unbuckle her belt and slide her pants down, while his hands slid up her chest to her breasts and under her bra.
"You're sure about that?"
Faith
Faith arched her back, letting herself move further into Sam's hands.
"Mmmhmm, well... you might have to refresh my memory on how good you are."
She lowered her head and kissed his neck, nipping lightly.
Sam
"So you're saying I'm not that memorable?" Sam teased, using his fingers to massage her shoulderblades as he bit into the nape of her neck.
Faith
Faith giggled, tilting her head to allow him greater access to her neck.
"I'm saying that I have a short attention span and that you need to help me fix that."
She slid a hand down to undo his pants.
Sam
After giving her a large lovebite, Sam fell back onto the bed and shifted his shoulders up a little.
Once she had his pants undone he shimmied them down before digging his fingers into her hair and pulling her head down for another kiss.
Faith
Faith let out a little moan into his mouth, tongue battling for dominance against his.
She pulled back and grinned slightly, moving down and kissing her way down his chest.