Winchester Love Part 12B
Title: Wiinchester Love Pt 12B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me! Summary: written for fanfic prompt #39-taste. Sam and Abby's honeymoon.
"I'd like the privilege of undressing my wife, Mrs. Winchester," Sam saw something flicker in her eyes and added, "Just to rid you of the items that you consider a nuisance and no more."
"Why, I think that would be a good idea, Mr. Winchester," Abby smiled. "Then, I'd like to do the same for you."
Sam's warm smile spread to his eyes as he looked at his wife. He took the comb out of her hair and then ran his fingers through it.
"Hmm. That feels good," Abby told him as he released the tension the comb had been causing since she put it in.
Sam moved to her ears next, carefully taking out her earrings and replacing the backs before setting them by her comb. "These are pretty," Sam said as he set them down. Abby was going to respond but Sam was back to kissing her and she lost her train of thought.
His mouth moved over her neck, shoulders and upper chest. She had her hands in his hair, urging him back up to her mouth. He moved back up her body and kissed her deeply. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her, just as she couldn't of him.
Sam slipped his hands around to her back until he found the zipper. "There's a hook and eye at the top," Abby said as she turned in his arms until her back was to him. She held her long hair off to the side to give him a clearer view of the hook and eye. Sam got it open and began to unzip. Abby turned around so she could kiss him as he unzipped.
Sam broke the kiss and slipped the dress all the way down. Then, just before he stood to help her step out of it, he noticed something blue on the floor. "What's this?" he showed Abby.
"That was my something blue," she told him. "Dean and Kylee went through some of the boxes Bobby had and found it. It is a bootie your mother made for you."
"It's so tiny." It did look very tiny in his hand.
"You were once tiny, too," she reminded him. "I can picture your mother, pregnant, trying to keep up with Dean, and making booties for you."
"She really loved us," Sam rubbed his thumb over the stitching. "I wish I could have known her better."
"One day, we'll have a family of our own," Abby stepped out of the puddle her dress had made and took Sam's hands in hers. "It won't take the place of your mother, but maybe having your own family will fill some of that void that you feel."
"The void is already gone," Sam told her. "I have you. You make me feel whole."