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Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy ([info]antigone_grace) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-30 16:09:00

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Entry tags:antigone grace, sam winchester

WHO: Sam Winchester & Anne
WHAT: Talking, reuniting
WHEN: After John's been brought back to life
WHERE: Winchester Compound
WARNINGS: Oh, yes.



Anne had finally made it back to London, the stupid portkey system not working like she'd hoped. Still, it wasn't as if she was stuck flying commercial airliners. THAT would have been the worst.

Approaching the Winchester Mansion, Anne bit her lip. She knew how she looked, hair all twisted up formal, her dress positively ancient, the tiara... and her glow, the part of her godhood that made her skin perfect and nearly translucent, was gone.

Knocking on Sam's door, she took a deep breath. She was exhausted.



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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2008-08-02 12:22 am UTC (link)
He couldn't quite think, he couldn't quite breathe...

But there was no way he was stopping now.

Sam kept it slow, but with an intent to get where they both needed to be soon. The sight of Anne beneath him was something he needed burned into his brain permanently. He moaned his pleasure, his breath starting to hitch in that familiar way that told him he either needed to stop, or keep going.

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[info]antigone_grace
2008-08-02 12:27 am UTC (link)
If he stopped, Anne was going to cry. She was certain of it. Her hands gripped his arms, her grip tightening as she recognized the signs coming from Sam and her own body's urgent need to finish what they had started.

Her mouth dropped to his neck, her tongue flicking against his skin. She wanted to be a part of him, to feel him like this, for the rest of their lives. "Sammy, I-" Her own breath caught and she whimpered as another jolt of pleasure struck her.

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