Who: Sam Winchester and Derpy Hooves When: afternoon Where: Sam’s place What: Hanging out/smut Rating/Warnings: High, there’s sex in here. Status: Complete when posted
Sam invited Deryn over for after work. He had nothing going on that afternoon or the following day, so he was enjoying being lazy. He was already in his oldest, softest pair of jeans and a t-shirt that belonged in a different generation, lounging on the sofa. This wasn’t really him. Well, okay, so it was, but it wasn’t. Sam was normally wound fairly tight. He was a proper young man, with good manners and correct posture. Ninety-five percent of the time. The other five percent, he could relax. He kicked his shoes off, had a beer, and put the television on.
The doorbell rang before he could register even what channel he’d turned on, and Sam climbed up to go answer it.
And then there was Deryn, wearing a yellow sundress and a pair of buckley black boots that looked like they’d seen their fair share of scuffs. With her balance, that only made proper sense. “Hi, Sam,” she said, grinning brightly and offering him a box of pizza that she’d just picked up. It might have been a little smooshed to one side, because she’d had to carry it a bit funny on the back of her little scooter on the way over.
“D.” Sam said by way of greeting. He leaned over to steal a kiss from her cheek, then took the box out of her hands. “Come in.” He added, pulling the door out of the way and ushering her inside. He closed it behind her. “What’d you get?” He asked of the pizza. It smelled good, even if it was kinda smooshed. That never made pizza taste worse.
Because nothing made pizza taste worse. “The pinneapple bits!” Deryn proclaimed, pleased because she knew he’d automatically like it -- since he was the one who turned her on to it in the first place. That wasn’t even an innuendo. Deryn didn’t really do innuendos. Not on purpose.
She let herself into his apartment, looking around. This wasn’t the first time she’d been here, but it was still kind of new to her. She didn’t want to step on or trip over anything that he might have found important.
Sam took the box into the small kitchen and set it on the counter. His place was modest, but clean and uncluttered. There were a lot of books around. He had some plants, too. Big ones. Ferns. And there was a lot of natural light, even though it was late afternoon. “Can I get you something to drink?” He called from the kitchen, plating up some of the pizza for the both of them.
“Yes,” said Deryn, but she didn’t specify what. She liked surprises, anyway, and so Sam could get her whatever he wanted. She wandered about the living room, ignoring the books (she liked to read, sometimes, but...) and instead poking at the plants a bit. She was a bit impressed he took care of them so well.
The television was still on in the living room. Sam should have popped it off when he went to answer the door, but forgot. Hey, he got excited. He managed to carry two plates of pizza and two beers with him back into the living room, and set them on the coffee table. She’d been here before, but still he felt a little nervous about her being here. As if she might see something she didn’t like. He sat on the sofa.
“Beer okay? I’ve got some... hard lemonade, too. It’s in the fridge.”
So far, she liked his apartment. She hadn’t gotten the grand tour yet (which was to say she hadn’t seen the bedroom), but she assumed that was more because Sam was shy rather than because he was hiding the bodies in there.
In any case, his place was a lot cleaner and less cluttered than her own. “Beer is okay,” she agreed, because she was an easy sell on nearly anything. She bounced down next to him on the couch until she was sitting close enough where their thighs were touching. She was a shameless flirt, in her own right.
Sam noticed the thighs touching. He noticed how close they were, and for a moment he wanted to forget all about the pizza and the beer, and simply kiss his girlfriend until they were both breathless. It would be very, very easy to do, and oh-so much fun. For a moment it looked like he was about to do just that--leaning in, bringing an arm up to rest along the back of the sofa... But then a voice came out from the television. The Sham-Wow guy, claiming that the product was great because it was made in Germany. Sam cocked his head and turned to look, then frowned and reached for the remote to turn off the damn infomercials.
Deryn was not an easily discouraged kind of girl -- not at all, in fact. So when Sam looked at her like he had, but then got distracted and turned away, she did not feel a tinge of sadness or even annoyance. Instead, she just took it in stride, smiling to herself and everyone else who cared to look, and picked up a slice of pizza. “Cool show,” she said, teasing.
“Eh, it’s a repeat.” Sam responded, giving a little smirk. He leaned in again, trying to brush off that interruption and get back to what he really wanted to be doing. His arm snaked along the back of the sofa again and he leaned down--like, seriously, doubled over, since he was so damn huge--to steal a kiss from her lips.
Deryn giggled into the kiss -- something Sam would really have to get used to, because she did it a lot. She might have leaned more into it had she not been holding a slice of pizza. Together they tasted of pineapple and beer; and it was a strange mixture, but not altogether unpleasant.
It would take some getting used to. Sam wasn’t really used to being laughed at while kissing. Then again, it’d been so long since he’d kissed anyone that it all felt like it was new again. He pulled back a little and set their pizza and drinks aside, then pulled her into his lap so he could kiss her again in earnest.
She wasn’t laughing at him, she might have explained if asked -- it was just a way to filter out her constant joy, those little giggles and laughs. If she didn’t let them out, sometimes she was sure her heart might just burst.
Wiggling onto his lap with a pleased sort of look, she rested thin, small fingers on his waist and leaned in for a brand new kiss. With her sitting like this they were nearly the same height, and it was a comfortable position.
This was much better than trying to do it standing. Sam had a suspicion that laying down would be even better. She was so tiny, but so pleasant to kiss. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and grinned against her lips. “...you keep giggling.” He said, softly. “I’m not doing something wrong, am I?” It’s been a while, he thought, maybe this has all changed.
She poked his nose with her own for a moment, and then leaned back -- long blonde locks cascading over shoulders and an amused expression on her face. “Are you taking it personally?” She asked, obviously thinking it’s funny. “Of course I’m not laughing at you. Don’t you laugh? When you’re happy?”
“Not when I’m kissing.” Sam said, though he was grinning brightly as he looked into her eyes. “...That must be a Deryn thing.” His hand lifted to tuck some of her blonde hair behind her ear and trail his fingertips along her cheek. He was absolutely smitten. All he wanted to do was hang out with her. Kiss her. ...do other things to her. (That part was probably starting to get a little obvious, considering she was sitting in his lap. Though he tried his best not to make either of them uncomfortable.)
“Definitely a Deryn thing,” said Deryn, as she wiggled in his lap a little; definitely exacerbating the issue of what was obvious or not. She was happy, not stupid, after all. And she was also interested. Why wouldn’t she be? “But-- you should try it sometime,” she said, giggling into his lips again. “It’s fun.”
Sam couldn’t help but try it. Her giggling was downright infectious. He chuckled against her lips before kissing her once more, with a little more enthusiasm than before. The way she wiggled in his lap made him want her even more, in a more obvious way. She must have been doing this to him on purpose, and that thought made him chuckle. “...You don’t want to take this somewhere else, do you?” He asked, breathlessly, after kissing and giggling and more kissing.
See, Sam? It totally works, and it is totally fun. Deryn only smiled, as Sam seemed to catch on to the groove of giggling. It suited him, he had a cute, happy sort of laugh, and she was sure he needed a little more of that in his life.
“Somewhere else?” she asked, sweetly, raising her eyebrows.
“Bedroom.” Sam said, going rather pink along his neck and jaw. It was his version of blushing. He wasn’t sure if that’s where this was going, but it seemed time, right? He was ready. And willing. He was ready and willing.
Sure, it was time. If Deryn was a put out on the fourth or fifth date kind of girl. Or whatever. Honestly, she didn’t time anything. If she liked someone, she was for it. If she didn’t, it would never be an option.
He leaned back on his knees a little, as if giving him a once over, to see if he was serious or not. Then again, Sam was always a little too serious. But oddly earnest. Which she liked quite a lot.
“Okay,” she said, and had the grace to brush some of her hair behind her ear in a way that was nearly reserved, if not still flirtatious.
“Okay.” Sam said. He was relieved and excited, and lifted her with him to his feet. He helped her steady on her own, then took hold of her hand to lead her back into the bedroom. It was silly, he felt a bit foolish, but it’d been so long for him that he really didn’t know what he was doing.
Sam’s bedroom was modest and clean, with a well kept bed and bookshelves being the main focus of the room. There was a music player on the bedside table with an ipod attachment to it, though the ipod was in his car. He turned around and wrapped her up into his arms once they were inside.
The height difference was problematic again.
Funny how only Sam ever thought their height difference was that big a deal. Deryn was used to being too short for most things, and she knew for a fact that in most cases furniture made everything better.
She didn’t take the time to look around at the moment, but instead stood on the very tips of her toes, stealing kisses on his neck and collarbone with her intermittent giggles.
Sam did his fair share of giggling, too, as he ushered them over to his bed. He returned the kisses along the way, his arms around her gently exploring her curves with his large, strong hands. He tumbled them onto the bed, pulling her along with him and settling the height difference problem by bringing them down to the same level against the pillows.
Deryn just smiled, bright, wide and toothy as ever, even as she propped herself up on elbows and wiggled enough so that she could toe her black boots off -- they thunked heavily over the side of the bed. “Hello,” she said brightly, because that was obviously something you said in a situation like this.
“Hi.” Sam had no idea what to say in a situation like this. He hadn’t been in a situation like this in a long, long time. It was a wonder he hadn’t exploded.
One large hand lifted up to wrap around her waist and draw her in closer against him. He felt a little bit like a wolf who’d somehow convinced a sheep to come into his den.
Really, though, it was more the other way around. Deryn might have been cute and giggly and nearly perfectly innocent looking in her yellow outfits, but Sam hadn’t really been the main pursuer, here. She had, in fact, mostly hit on him.
“You should take your shirt off,” she said, simply.
"Okay." Sam said. It was good of her to take charge. With her telling him what to do, they might actually get things done. He pulled back for a moment and tugged his shirt off. Then, for good measure, his pants, too. "Your turn."
Just so long as he realized he was putting his trust into a girl that was a little nuts sometimes. “Is it?” She asked, and she was giggling again, because, well, why wouldn’t she be? “Sorry, you’ve got to help with the zipper.”
A little nuts he could handle. Kept things interesting, anyway. “Can I please?” He responded, grinning, and reached forward to do just that. She was little. His hands were huge. He was a little nervous. It’d been a long time.
Sure it had. But it was a bit like riding a bike -- you never really forgot. How hard could it be anyway? “Yep,” Deryn said, cheerful, amused, giving in a raised eyebrow even as she wriggled to turn around on the bed and move her hair out of the way to reveal the zipper on the back of her dress.
Sam moved his hands up and unzipped the dress, then trailed his hands over her arms and back as he slid the fabric down and away. She was so soft. He wanted to touch her everywhere. “Well, there you go,” he said, his voice was breathy and soft, deeper than normal.
“There we go,” Deryn agreed, tilting her head forward a little so that her hair spilled past and over her shoulders, leaving her back more or less bare, beyond a bra strap. Which he was more than welcome to undo as well.
It was right there, begging to be unfastened. Sam let his fingertips trail along the fabric, then unfastened it and let it slip aside as well. His heart was pounding now, both with excitement and nerves. More excitement, though. He leaned forward to plant a kiss against the back of her neck, where her hair had been just moments before.
To which she responded with a musical sort of laugh and then turned around a bit, dropping her bra off the side of the bed. Because that was where those things belong. “Good?” She asked, eyebrows raised, and ever present smile sticking.
That was exactly where those things belong. “Very good,” Sam replied with a chuckle. He leaned forward to kiss her again, nuzzling against her a little as he did so. “Very, very good,” he repeated, then kissed her a little more hungrily, pushing her down against the pillows.
She flopped back, hair making a mess of the place; draping over the pillows and framing her face pleasantly. She was more or less naked now, and thought it all a bit unfair that he wasn’t too -- but she was in no real rush, and since he seemed both tentative and eager, she let him go at a pace that made sense. After all, she assumed there would be times after this where they might just rip and claw their way out of clothing. That was how these things went, after all.
The first time was special, that was true. Sam didn’t want to do anything rash. He didn’t want to rush, to skip over important things. Like enjoying her naked body. Boy, it was a very nice naked body. So small compared to his. He let his hands start to wander first, then his lips, trailing kisses down her neck and over her chest. There were no words. Just giddy explorations and happy, awkward hands petting soft skin.
She liked that -- true, Deryn was a bit of a talker most of the time -- and she would have no problem even during making out or sex taking the time to gab about this or that. But Sam was exploring, learning, trying, and she had to respect that. She wasn’t one to think anything was like a romantic movie -- but decided this wasn’t quite.
She leaned up on her elbows, tilting her head to the side slightly (a bit like a puppy) as she watched the top of his head. “Mmm,” she said, pleasantly, because his lips were softer than she’d expected.
It was kinda like riding a bicycle. Sam hadn’t done this in so long, but now that she was in his arms, and he was exploring her body, it was coming back to him. The places he liked to fondle and kiss, the sensitive patches of skin that might make her gasp and shiver when he ran his lips over them. It helped with his confidence, encouraged him to more farther. He cupped one of her breasts with his hand, then gave a tiny groan at how good it felt. He started to kiss farther down, moving down her stomach to her navel.
Riding a bicycle was a good analogy -- except for the part that at some point Sam was actually going to have to get on. Deryn was giggling -- variations of a theme from soft and musical to just a bit wild and excited. She couldn’t help herself. She never could. Crossing her feet at the ankles, the girl wiggled her toes a little -- her nails were painted a neon yellow. Yes: the paint did glow in the dark.
Sam didn't mind the giggles. They suited her. Her voice was lovely and magical, and now he was wondering what it would sound like coming out in gasps and moans. His hand trailed up the inside of her thigh as his kisses moved even lower. With a gentle nudge, he spread her legs, and climbed down between them. His kisses moved even further south as he nestled between her thighs. This was exactly what he wanted.
She gasped -- suddenly losing her giggles for the moment, and instead smiled wide, serene and closed her eyes. “Ooh,” she nearly purred out, even as her fingers found purchase in his hair. Thin, small digits wrapped around his longish brown locks until completely entwined.
When she gasped, it sent a little shiver down his body. The hand in his hair was inspiration, encouragement. He spent a few minutes down there, enjoying everything about her. Soon he started to kiss his way back up her body, spending quite a bit of time at her breasts. Sam was a breast man. One hand slipped down between her legs again, continuing his attentions while his body moved up above hers. From this angle, the height difference didn’t seem that drastic.
Because leveling the playing field is awesome, or something. If he hadn’t done this in a while, it wasn’t really all that obvious. Deryn was giggling again -- squirming happily under his ministrations, even with her hands still twined into his hair. “Wow,” she said, because she was a firm believer in approving of things vocally when she liked them.
Something like that. Sam did feel a bit rusty at all of this. A little awkward, a little fumbling. She didn’t seem to be offended, she wasn’t laughing at him (was she?) so he figured he was doing all right. “Wow,” he repeated, a hint of breathy laughter in his own voice as he kissed her neck. “Very wow.” He had to pull away from her for just a moment to go digging around in the bedside table for a condom. ...damn things. But necessary.
No. She was not laughing at him. For one thing, she was a very nice sort of girl and could probably never be mean in that sort of regard. Another thing was that she’d already told him that was the case. Probably multiple times.
She sat up a little, watching him with bright eyes as he worked the wrapper off the condom. Fun. Better than pizza and beer on any given day, really.
Sam brought the unwrapped condom back over with him, holding it out for her to do the honors. Because that was hot. So very hot. Honestly, he hadn’t really thought that Deryn could be this hot. She was so cute, Sam wasn’t sure he could imagine someone being both so very cute and so very sexy at the same time. But Deryn fit the bill.
She tried. Well. No. She didn’t. But maybe that was what made her fit the bill in the first place. She sat up, sitting in a half kneel on top of her feet and grinned so terribly brightly at him. She couldn’t help herself, sometimes. She did the honors; thinking back to phys ed in high school with a giggle as her thin little hands rolled the condom down over his erect cock. Nothing at all like the cucumbers they’d made them practice on back when health class was something that was just meant to happen.
This, obviously, was more fun.
And then: “Lay down,” she said.
There was a sharp intake of breath as she rolled the rubber on. Oh, boy. This was really happening. Sam leaned back down against the pillows as he was told, watching her move and taking in this whole experience the best he could. He was going to want to remember every second of it later.
Remembering was nice. Repeat performances were better. The blonde moved to siddle on top of him -- straddling his hips with a movement that was somewhere between eager and practiced. Sam was, of course, so much bigger than her -- she was just a little thing. Tops was better first off so the could figure out the logistics of all that. She smiled, bright, again, and her hair was falling over her shoulders and hung down far enough to tickle his chest. “Good?” She asked, even though she hadn’t really done anything yet.
If only there were words to describe how good it was for Sam. He had no such words. "Oh, so good," Sam responded, giving her a grin. So much better than good. He brought his hands around to hold on her hips, giving a gentle, encouraging squeeze. It was good for her to take the lead their first time. He didn’t want size to overwhelm her, didn’t want to make his clumsy attempt and hurt her in some way. No, giving her the reins was the best idea she ever had.
She was good like that. Really. The little blonde wasn’t as dumb as people made her out to be. But she suspected Sam knew that, anyway. “Great,” she said, and then went on -- she adjusted him and herself until line up properly and then slowly -- nearly gingerly lowered herself down on his erection.
Deryn did not swear. Ever. “Fuck,” she said.
His fingers gripped tightly to her hips, helping her down on top of him. Slowly. Gently. Tantalizingly. Sam’s brow furrowed, his eyes closed, and he bit back a groan. Barely. But then her curse word almost made him laugh. Surprised, his eyes shot open and he looked up at her, grinning now like a maniac. “...Deryn, that... does that count as Dirty Talk?” He asked, glad for a non-physical distraction.
She laughed at that, her grin equally silly even as she worked on finding a good rhythm with her hips. Deryn was a bit of a multitasker, apparently. “Do you want it to be?”
It was a really good thing that she’d done this before. Sam wasn’t sure how much or how long he could handle... it all. And the talking was good. Very good. It kept his brain working, rather than shutting off. “I dunno,” he responded. There was a bit of a chuckle in his voice. “I kinda like it.” His hands helped move her hips against him, and his breathing became labored right away.
She settled her hands on top of his, and it was an oddly intimate act, even considering what they were doing already. She hmmed and haaed with little gasps of her own, eyes closing for a moment. But he seemed to like the talking, so she kept that up too. “Well. What else do you like?” Because that was sort of dirty talk.
Sam’s eyes were closed. His large hands wrapped around her tiny hips helped to keep her movement going, but followed her pace. He was holding his breath at first, then giving little gasps as she rode him. It was nice. Hot. Made the tension build in him. “...I like you,” he breathed, then lifted one hand from her hip to the back of her head so he could pull her down against him. His mouth found hers, giving her a very hungry kiss.
Sam, apparently, failed at dirty talking. That was okay, for now. Deryn would take kisses instead. Well, the sex, too.