25 June 2006

Sexual Tension Flying About

Written by Nessa and AiMsTeR

Faith

Faith entered the room a few moments after she'd watched Dean leave. She smiled at Sam, kicking the door closed behind her, then climbed onto the bed with him.

"Hey," she said softly, straddling his lap and kissing his nose. "Can we talk?"


Sam

"Sure thing," Sam agreed, "what about?"


Faith

Faith shrugged a little and rested her hands on the bed, either side of them.

"Well, your brother's back, for one."


Sam

"Oh, right. This is the 'Dear Sam' letter in a provocative position?" he raised an eyebrow worriedly.


Faith

"What?"

Faith furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.


Sam

"You're breaking up with me," Sam said decidedly.


Faith

"Well, that's news to me."

Faith touched his cheek lightly.

"Unless... you want me to?"


Sam

"Of course not," Sam scorned.

"It's just... the natural order of things. Dean shows up, and suddenly girls tend to get bored with me."


Faith

"Well," Faith said, leaning in for a kiss.

"I happen to find you very fascinating still."


Sam

"Ok then," Sam smiled, kissing her back, "so if that's settled then, what about Dean?"


Faith

Faith shrugged again.

"I just didn't know if you felt weird about him being back. And us being together now."


Sam

"Well... yeah. Sure I do. But that's understandable, right? Especially under the circumstances?" Sam asked.

Faith

"Yeah," Faith agreed.

She gave a half smile.

"I guess... and this isn't me breaking up with you, believe me... I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to make it less awkward for you."


Sam

"Not that I can think of," Sam shook his head.

"I mean, it'll probably always be awkward. You were Dean's at first, you know? Nothing will change that. But it's already history, and we just need to move on."


Faith

Faith nodded.

"Ok, well, let me know if I have to flee the country or something."

She paused.

"Although, if there was a physical fight... there could be some sort of oil involved."


Sam

Sam tapped her breastbone with his fingertips.

"I like the way you do business. Have I ever told you that?"


Faith

Faith laughed.

"Yeah, I got that impression awhile back."


Sam

"Great," Sam smiled.

"So... maybe you should get to work then?"


Faith

Faith grinned, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck.

"Yeah, but I don't want you to think that you can have it whenever you want it," she teased. "You'll get spoiled."


Sam

"I already am," Sam smiled, leaning forward to kiss her.


Faith

Faith laughed and turned her face away, so he couldn't kiss her properly.

"Ohoo, you think you can do the cute smile and the puppy eyes and I'll just fall into your bed."


Sam

"Well... yeah," Sam agreed heartily.


Faith

Faith grinned and turned her head away again.

"Nope, it doesn't work on me. I am immune. Immune, I tell you. And I can't be cracked. I'm uncrackable. Like a nut... without a nutcracker."


Sam

"I can crack nuts," Sam insisted, "even without a nutcracker."


Faith

"Not me," Faith replied, making a move to climb off his lap. "Uncrackable."


Sam

Sam reached forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her back down onto him.

"You sure?" he asked, nuzzling her neck a little.


Faith

There was a long pause before Faith nodded.

"Very."


Sam

"Really very sure?" Sam continued what he was doing.


Faith

Another long pause and Faith managed to nod.

"Really. Very. Sure."


Sam

Sam grinned a little as his telekinesis went to work on the parts that he couldn't reach.

"Positive?" he murmured, licking at her throat.


Faith

"That's cheating," Faith managed to get out.

She tried to pull back again.

"Very positive. Uncrackable."


Sam

"You're lying," Sam said simply, holding her tighter.


Faith

"I never lie," Faith retorted.

"I occasionally fib."

She nodded.

"Uncrackable. Like... steel."


Sam

"Steel rusts," Sam rested his chin on her shoulder.


Faith

Faith shivered slightly.

"But it doesn't crack."

She paused.

"And just because you smell good doesn't mean I will crack."


Sam

"But you do already have a crack," Sam pointed out.


Faith

Faith laughed.

"You will not break me, Sam."


Sam

"No, I mean this one," Sam slid his finger down her pants, grinning cheekily.


Faith

"Sam Winchester!"

Faith grinned, still trying to get out of his grasp.


Sam

"Yes, Faith Lehane?" Sam smiled charmingly.


Faith

Faith shook her head.

"Nope, the smile doesn't work on me."


Sam

Sam nibbled at her ear lobe, breathing softly onto her neck at the same time.


Faith

"Doesn't..." Faith breathed a little heavier. "Work."

She squirmed slightly.


Sam

"Liar," Sam breathed more than spoke, massaging her lower back at the same time.


Faith

"Am not."

Faith moaned a little, squirming on his lap.


Sam

"Liar, liar, pants on fire..." Sam taunted playfully.


Faith

"Well, true about the fire pants."

Faith grinned, but then turned serious.

"Nope, see this?"

She pointed at her face.

"This is my resolve face."


Sam

"Can't see it. Eyes closed," Sam said stubbornly.


Faith

"You're a whore."

Faith grinned.

"A dirty, dirty whore."


Sam

"A whore is someone who sleeps around. I've had two steady partners in my life and maybe two one night stands. That doesn't classify me a whore," Sam poked his tongue out.

Faith

Faith snorted.

"Wow. I'm a whore."


Sam

"Not unless you're sleeping around without telling me," Sam's massaging hands moved steadily lower.


Faith

"Well, no, not technically," Faith said thoughtfully.

"Although, the other night, did have quite a nice sex dream with... well, you. But you weren't you. If that makes sense."


Sam

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"...No. No it doesn't."


Faith

Faith laughed.

"It was you, like it looked like you. But it wasn't you. I wasn't calling you Sam."


Sam

"What were you calling me? Slave? Master?" Sam teased, nibbling her ear lobe again.


Faith

"I can't remember."

Faith pushed herself away from him, grinning triumphantly.

"Uncrackable, Sam. Cannot be cracked."


Sam

"You were totally cracking," Sam poked his tongue out at her playfully.


Faith

Faith grinned and leant forward, flicking his tongue with her own.

"Maybe a little."


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