Post by Raven on Jan 5, 2008 20:46:44 GMT -5
Title: Five By Five
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Faith
Warning: Sex, Language...anything that would be NC-17ish
Spoilers: All of Buffy and so far all of SPN up the most recent episode of Season 2
Summary: Sam's disappeared again and Faith is annoyed, so she figures out a way to get Sam to relax, even if it is for a moment.
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Enjoy!!!
~*~*~
Faith glanced out the window for the fifth time in five minutes. Where the hell was he and why hadn’t he checked back in? It really annoyed her that he just took off like that without a single warning. Wasn’t she supposed to be the unstable one? It really bugged her that he could irritate her like this and it hadn’t been the first time. Finally hearing a car door shut, Faith backed away from the window, her arms crossed.
When he walked in, he had his hood over his head. Damn, it was hot.
But she couldn’t be distracted.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the fine piece of work God had made when he created Sam Winchester. His hood covered his eyes, making him seem dangerous, forbidden. And the scruff on his chin made her want to feel it against her skin, leaving his marks as his body pressed against her. She could admire later.
“Where the hell have you been?” Faith demanded.
“Out,” Sam replied, grabbing a beer.
“Dammit, Sam you can’t pull that shit. If we’re going to be looking for Dean we have to work together. I know you’re worried about him but fuck, it’s not going to do any good if you’re dead.” Faith grabbed his arm, forcing him to pay attention to her. “Are you even listening to me?”
The hood had fallen back and Sam’s eyes were ice blue as he stared at her. His jaw was set, his hair fell across his eyes. If she wasn’t so busy yelling at him she’d be more concerned about unzipping his pants and getting a good work out in.
“Are you?” she asked again.
“What if I don’t really care, Faith? Look, all that matters right now is finding Dean and getting him out of that stupid deal he made, alright? And I’m not going to stop going out and looking for him just because you tell me to.”
“Then take me with you.”
“That’s not an option,” Sam said, taking a swig of his beer. Faith raised a brow.
“Excuse me? Since when did you get all cool with the super strength? Last I checked, I was the Slayer, not you.” She watched as he ignored her and walked toward a chair, sitting down as he took another deep drink and pulled his hood back over his head. Like she would let him ignore her.
She walked up to him, her hips swaying slightly as she leaned down, running her hands against his arms. “You got something you need to work out, Sam? Because if you do I suggest you get it worked out right now.” Taking his beer, she finished it off for him as she straddled him, “Now what do you say we end this argument and get with the making up?”
He didn’t reply, he only wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, shoving her against the wall. A grin slid across her face as she arched her hips against him for a moment. As he let her feet come back to the floor, her hands made quick work of his sweatshirt and shirt, pulling them both off at the same time. Sam leaned in, his lips caressing her neck as his teeth nipped gently against the skin.
She moaned softly as his fingers dug into her sides as he pulled her shirt off. Her skin was already starting to turn a bit red from the slight beard that Sam kept neglecting to shave off. She’d have to steal his razor so it happened more often. He surprised her as she felt her pants being unzipped and his hands removing them. It only took a moment before his fingers found her.
Hot, wet and ready for him.
Sliding two fingers into her, his thumb pressed against her clit, sending shivers along her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders, she didn’t want to wait. Fuck the foreplay, she wanted him inside of her, but he wasn’t ready yet. Damn his patience, but her mind went black as his fingers slide deeper inside of her. Her knees almost went weak as he continued to play with her clit.
She managed to get his pants off.
She pulled at his hair just enough, telling him what she wanted but he just looked into her eyes, “You want me to fuck you?”
“Isn’t it…” She trailed off as he thrust inside of her. Lifting her hips, he thrust again, this time deeper, causing her legs to give out but he held her up. His mouth found her neck again, it was always her weak spot. He grabbed a bit of her hair, pulling her head to the side as he kissed along her neck and down her collar bone.
She was tight around him and each movement they made buried him further inside of her. Their moans matched one another as her legs wrapped around his hips. She cried out his name as she came and he cried out hers.
Gently, he laid her on the bed, kissing along her body as he drew the covers up over them.
“If fighting makes you do that, we should do it more often…” Faith remarked, turning to him she slowly smiled. “You alright?”
“Five by five,” he replied, pulling her into his arms and pressing her against him.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Faith
Warning: Sex, Language...anything that would be NC-17ish
Spoilers: All of Buffy and so far all of SPN up the most recent episode of Season 2
Summary: Sam's disappeared again and Faith is annoyed, so she figures out a way to get Sam to relax, even if it is for a moment.
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Enjoy!!!
~*~*~
Faith glanced out the window for the fifth time in five minutes. Where the hell was he and why hadn’t he checked back in? It really annoyed her that he just took off like that without a single warning. Wasn’t she supposed to be the unstable one? It really bugged her that he could irritate her like this and it hadn’t been the first time. Finally hearing a car door shut, Faith backed away from the window, her arms crossed.
When he walked in, he had his hood over his head. Damn, it was hot.
But she couldn’t be distracted.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the fine piece of work God had made when he created Sam Winchester. His hood covered his eyes, making him seem dangerous, forbidden. And the scruff on his chin made her want to feel it against her skin, leaving his marks as his body pressed against her. She could admire later.
“Where the hell have you been?” Faith demanded.
“Out,” Sam replied, grabbing a beer.
“Dammit, Sam you can’t pull that shit. If we’re going to be looking for Dean we have to work together. I know you’re worried about him but fuck, it’s not going to do any good if you’re dead.” Faith grabbed his arm, forcing him to pay attention to her. “Are you even listening to me?”
The hood had fallen back and Sam’s eyes were ice blue as he stared at her. His jaw was set, his hair fell across his eyes. If she wasn’t so busy yelling at him she’d be more concerned about unzipping his pants and getting a good work out in.
“Are you?” she asked again.
“What if I don’t really care, Faith? Look, all that matters right now is finding Dean and getting him out of that stupid deal he made, alright? And I’m not going to stop going out and looking for him just because you tell me to.”
“Then take me with you.”
“That’s not an option,” Sam said, taking a swig of his beer. Faith raised a brow.
“Excuse me? Since when did you get all cool with the super strength? Last I checked, I was the Slayer, not you.” She watched as he ignored her and walked toward a chair, sitting down as he took another deep drink and pulled his hood back over his head. Like she would let him ignore her.
She walked up to him, her hips swaying slightly as she leaned down, running her hands against his arms. “You got something you need to work out, Sam? Because if you do I suggest you get it worked out right now.” Taking his beer, she finished it off for him as she straddled him, “Now what do you say we end this argument and get with the making up?”
He didn’t reply, he only wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, shoving her against the wall. A grin slid across her face as she arched her hips against him for a moment. As he let her feet come back to the floor, her hands made quick work of his sweatshirt and shirt, pulling them both off at the same time. Sam leaned in, his lips caressing her neck as his teeth nipped gently against the skin.
She moaned softly as his fingers dug into her sides as he pulled her shirt off. Her skin was already starting to turn a bit red from the slight beard that Sam kept neglecting to shave off. She’d have to steal his razor so it happened more often. He surprised her as she felt her pants being unzipped and his hands removing them. It only took a moment before his fingers found her.
Hot, wet and ready for him.
Sliding two fingers into her, his thumb pressed against her clit, sending shivers along her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders, she didn’t want to wait. Fuck the foreplay, she wanted him inside of her, but he wasn’t ready yet. Damn his patience, but her mind went black as his fingers slide deeper inside of her. Her knees almost went weak as he continued to play with her clit.
She managed to get his pants off.
She pulled at his hair just enough, telling him what she wanted but he just looked into her eyes, “You want me to fuck you?”
“Isn’t it…” She trailed off as he thrust inside of her. Lifting her hips, he thrust again, this time deeper, causing her legs to give out but he held her up. His mouth found her neck again, it was always her weak spot. He grabbed a bit of her hair, pulling her head to the side as he kissed along her neck and down her collar bone.
She was tight around him and each movement they made buried him further inside of her. Their moans matched one another as her legs wrapped around his hips. She cried out his name as she came and he cried out hers.
Gently, he laid her on the bed, kissing along her body as he drew the covers up over them.
“If fighting makes you do that, we should do it more often…” Faith remarked, turning to him she slowly smiled. “You alright?”
“Five by five,” he replied, pulling her into his arms and pressing her against him.
