Winchester Love Part 7C
Title: Winchester Love Part 7C Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #70-Storm. Sam and Abby deal with a secret from her past.
Sam was shocked. He didn't know what he'd expected to hear, but it wasn't that. "Can you tell me what you mean, Abby?"
"It was years ago, I thought I put it behind me," Abby started to explain. "I just kept to myself and that made me feel safe. Then I met you and realized what a beautiful person you are . . ..When we kiss or are intimate like in the scrap yard, I know it isn't much, it isn't sex, but it's the first for me."
"Love comes in many forms," Sam played with her hair. "And we'll never have sex, we'll just have a lifetime of making love, whatever form."
"You're not frustrated with me?"
"I thought you might be frustrated at me," Sam had to laugh. "I thought I was moving slower than most timetables for dating but I didn't want to do anything that felt rushed."
"You would have lost me if you had rushed," Abby said.
"Can you tell me what I need to know to keep you comfortable with me, Abby?"
"It goes back to the secret."
"I'm fine with hearing anything, Abby. If you tell me, you might feel better. It's just you and me, here in the dark, and the storm won't let your voice carry."
Abby seemed to be breathing deeply.
"It's just me."
Abby reached for his hand. "Know how you have scars and they all tell a story?"
"Yeah."
"This one tells mine," Abby guided his hand under her nightgown and the waist of her panties. "Right here." It was a straight scar, made with a medical instrument most likely. "Can you feel it?" Abby whispered.
"Yes," Sam replied. "It is from a surgery?"
Abby guided his hand back out so that she was just holding it. "Can I lay my head on your chest and tell you? I want to tell you. It would just be easier that way."
"Whatever you need, honey," Sam moved so that the small body of the woman that he loved could find comfort in him. He never knew how strong she was. He was about to find out.