Winchester Love Pt 8C
Title: Winchester Love Pt 8C Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #46-Star. Sam and Abby have romantic interlude.
They stood there in the dark, kissing with their hands roaming over each other's body. Clothing was starting to get in the way. Abby started unbuttoning Sam's shirt, as far up as she could comfortably reach. "Think you could help me here?" she whispered.
"Never thought you'd ask," he replied as he undid his top two buttons.
Abby put her hands on Sam's t-shirt and pushed his flannel shirt open and off his shoulders. She carefully undid the buttons on the wrists. "Know what one of my favorite things are about you?"
"No. What?" Sam was curious.
"Your hands," Abby answered as she traced the outline of Sam's hand and fingers in the dark. She held her small palm against Sam's and felt the rough spots. Strangely though, she never noticed the rough spots when he touched her.
Sam just stood still and soaked in the feel of Abby's hands. She moved her hands to his waist and tugged at his t-shirt until she got it loose. Then, ran her fingers under the shirt, feeling Sam's warm skin. Sam took in a deep breath. She edged the shirt up further until she could press her cheek to his skin as she wrapped her arms around him. Her lips began to search him out. Kissing him all over the expanse of his chest.
"Abby," Sam sighed as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He put his hands on Abby's cheeks to tilt her face up to his lips could reach her. He searched for her lips and she moved her hands up toward Sam's shoulders.
Sam moved his hands up and down Abby's sides. When a hand grazed Abby's breast, her kiss froze. Sam continued to kiss her as he ventured further and moved his hand to the front of her shirt where he could caress her easier. Her body relaxed so Sam had to get a better grip on her waist to keep her upright. He continued loving the feel of her. He moved his hand between them down to her waist and gently tugged at the hem of her shirt while he asked, "May I?'
"Yes," she breathed. Sam pulled shirt out of her jeans and slowly pulled it over her head. Abby started to kiss him hungrily as encouragement and Sam tried to get her clasp open. Sam broke the kiss and looked down at her in the starlight coming in the window. He picked up one strap with two fingers and slowly slid it off her shoulder. Sam watched Abby's chest start to heave as he hesitated before moving the only remaining strap. Abby shrugged a little and her bra fell to the ground. Abby and Sam looked at each other in the pale light, taking in the beauty of the moment.