Winchester Love Pt 12A
Title: Winchester Love Pt 12A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me. Summary: written for fanfic100 prompt #75 - Shade. Sam and Abby begin their honeymoon
Sam and Abby got out of the Impala. Sam told her to leave the bags, he'd be back to get them. They walked up to their door and opened it. Then, he turned to Abby and picked her up to carry her over the threshold. They were so busy kissing as Sam carried her that he almost clunked her head on the doorframe.
Sam laid her down on the bed and then climbed up beside her, not wanting to miss any kiss. They were like that on the bed for awhile before Abby reminded Sam that their door was still wide open.
Sam groaned as he got up, "I'll be right back with the bags."
Abby watched him leave. She loved how he looked in his suit. She loved the man underneath the suit even more. He'd made it a quick trip to get the bags but to Abby it still seemed too long to be away from her beloved.
Abby sat up on the edge of the back when Sam came back in. "Someone forgot their flowers," she told him.
Sam carefully took out the card attached to the dozen of pink roses. The card read: Just a little touch to make it more romantic. Bobby
"That is so nice of him," Abby gave Sam a hug. "He doesn't feel obliged to do any of this, right? Because he doesn't have to. I'll love him just the same."
"Bobby has a big heart," Sam answered. "I never recall him being with a woman. I'm sure he's dated at some point, I just wasn't aware of them. My best guess is that he either never found the right one, or the right one was taken away. If there would have been any chance of him getting her, he never would have given up. He's real determined that way."
"Did you tell Bobby that my name on our marriage certificate is an alias?"
"Yes. Bobby had your new identity made and ready to use before today. No one from your past will find you."
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Sam closed the curtains and turned on a small light. With its shade, it didn't give off too much light.
Sam drew Abby to him and started to rock back and forth, dancing to a song only he could hear. Abby leaned into the body of her husband and protector and shuffled along. Time didn't' have a place in their lives at that moment. It was just the two of them.
"Abby," Sam's voice was quiet. "I'll never get tired of feeling your body next to mine."
"I still can't believe I found you," she said. "I had wanted to be happy for so long. I started to believe that it would never happen." The hitch in her voice at the end gave away her tears.
Sam put a hand behind her neck and whispered, "Look at me, Abby." She turned her face up to him and he continued, "Mostly happy tears from here on out. I can't promise you that we won't have any bad times, but I can promise that I'll be there for them. You won't be alone. Never again."
Sam leaned over and kissed her. Their lips just touched at first. It was soft and slowly grew hungry and needy. Sam moved to her neck so Abby could catch her breath. Their pulses were racing as were their thoughts.