Winchester Love Pt 12C
Title: Winchester Love Pt 12 C Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby Disclaimers: I don't own the boys, they own me! Summary: written for fanfic100 prompt #12-orange. Sam and Abby honeymooning.
“So what else did you have to wear for that saying?” Sam asked. “Something old . . .”
“Something old, which is the ring Bobby gave us; Something new, my dress; Something borrowed, the ankle bracelet from Kylee; and something blue, the bootie your mother made.”
“I had it so easy,” Sam laughed. “I just had to wear my suit. Let me get that anklet off for you.” He knelt beside her and started to chuckle, “You know, this is the first hotel I’ve stayed in where the carpet isn’t rusty orange or some other just as disgusting color.”
“I guess our life together is getting off to the right kind of start then,” Abby replied. Sam handed her the anklet to put by her other accessories. They had already hung up her dress. “Now, come over here, husband of mine,” she reached for him. “You are a gift to me and it is time to unwrap you.”
“Oh, really?” Sam smiled.
Abby nodded sincerely. She ran her hands over his chest and made sure his jacket buttons were undone. Then, she slipped it off his shoulders, folded it in half and laid it over a chair. She came back and had to ask for help with the tie. Watching Sam’s hands move as he release it gave Abby an emotion she wasn’t used to. She could picture those hands moving over her. She realized that she’d zoned out a little and gave Sam a shy smile. She licked her lips and went back to watching him. Sam wondered what that look was for. He had a feeling that Abby was getting used to this being married idea.
Next, Abby unbuttoned the small buttons on his white shirt. When she got to the ones on the wrists, she kissed the back of each hand before she undid the buttons. Sam let out a little sigh. Abby tugged at his t-shirt and then pulled it up as far as she could. Sam had to pull it the rest of the way off. While he was doing that, Abby ran her hands up his sides and chest, feeling the muscles that were just under the skin. He was hers. She was allowed to touch him like that.
When Sam threw his shirt to the side and brought his arms back down, Abby slipped her hands down to Sam’s button on his pants. He placed his hands on her sides, just letting her proceed. This was going to have to be at her pace. Abby’s head was down, watching what she was doing. She slowly unbuttoned the pants and drew the zipper down. She grabbed the pants by the hips and started to pull them down. Her hands brushed against his outer thigh and calf as she moved them to the floor. When she stood back up, Sam was standing there in his undies. She was in lacy undies, a garter belt and nylons.
“Are you comfortable, Abby?”
“This garter belt is bothersome,” she answered tugging at the clasps that held the nylons.
“Let me help,” Sam worked the nylons loose in the back while Abby worked on the ones in the front. She felt much better after they and the garter belt were gone.
“I’d like to lie by you,” Abby looked at him with trust in her eyes.
“Whatever you’d like,” Sam opened the covers climbed in, and held the covers so she could join him.
Abby slid across the sheets and laid her head on Sam’s chest. “I can’t believe we’re actually married,” Abby said.
“Yep. You’re stuck with me now,” Sam laughed.
Abby playfully hit him and whispered, “Forever and ever.”
“Forever and ever,” Sam ran his fingers through her hair.