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Title: Ties That Bind
By: kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN
Rating: Adult (language/adult themes)
Category: Sam/Jess
Words: 863
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None - preseries
Notes: Thanks to my beta *superfox*
Summary: For the prompt - Sam - make those mile-long legs buckle. And bonus points for creative necktie usage.
“Can you help me with this?”
Sam is holding out his necktie and has the big doe-eyes going and Jess rolls her own.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to tie one?” she asks, flipping the magazine she was reading aside. Sam gives her the kind of helpless shrug that makes her just want to grab him and cuddle him but he hasn’t seemed to get the gist of the whole spontaneous hugging thing yet so she resists.
She really wonders about his family and whether she should be plotting their demise.
When she gets a hold of the tie and runs it through her fingers, Sam ducking his head so she doesn’t have to reach up as high to hook it over his neck, she realises that she is just done with the whole friends thing they have going on.
She’s known this ridiculously tall puppy of a man for four months and she figures she’s been in love with him for at least two and a half.
She grasps one of his wrists loosely and loops the necktie around it, then brings the other hand over and loops another end and then pulls it taut.
“Jess?” Sam has an eyebrow raised and looks confused, the beginnings of a smirk on his face because he must figure she is just goofing around.
Jess merely grins up at him and the hand not holding his tethered wrists goes to his belt.
“Jess!” Sam squeaks, sliding backwards, but she just follows him, keeping into his space because she knows if he pulls away now, there will be an awkwardness that neither of them will be able to get over. He’s fluttering his hands, wrists together and although somehow she knows he would be able to pull away from her if he wanted to, he’s too distracted.
She has his buckle undone and yanks the belt free, flipping it across the room where it lands on top of her magazine. His jeans sag at the front without the benefit of the belt and Jess flicks open the top button and tugs down the zipper.
“I thought we-“ Sam’s voice is high, almost comical and when she snaps the waistband of his stripy boxers, it goes even higher.
“Were friends? Yeah, that’s not really working for me,” Jess says, sliding to her knees, one hand still with a hold on the end of the tie and she settles Sam’s hands on the top of her head, like manipulating a marionette. His fingers automatically thread through her hair and press circles on the scalp beneath and Jess smiles, pulling Sam free of his boxers with her other hand and sliding his already half-hard length onto her tongue.
Sam lets out a surprised bark and takes a step backwards. Jess wraps the tie around her wrist and tugs forward and Sam follows his hands, crowding into her space again. She sees out of the corner of her eye Sam’s knees go a little she takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks and Sam lets out a keening whine and explodes, salt coating her tongue.
His legs go out completely then and he falls back and Jess is tugged on top of him because they’re still joined by the tie. Sam is panting and Jess is laughing when they land.
“Okay, ow!” Sam protests, although he’s grinning and Jess realises she’s elbowed him in the sternum. He shifts and she thinks he’s going to dump her off, but instead he loops his tied hands over her head and brings them down so she’s held firmly against him while he calms his breathing.
“This kinda thing only happens to Dean,” Sam huffs and when Jess quirks an eyebrow at him he chuckles and shakes his head. “Sorry, nothing. I just wasn’t…quite expecting that.”
Jess feels a flush paint her cheeks and Sam seems to notice that she’s starting to get embarrassed because he tightens his arms and presses his lips to her forehead and assures, “I am in no way complaining.”
“I’m also not usually that… quick,” Sam adds and there is a flush painting his cheeks now.
Jess laughs as she sits up, straddling his waist. Her grin is radiant when she lazily circles her hips and feels the definite stirrings of a comeback. “Don’t worry, a good recovery time is what’s important.”
Jess undoes the tie from around Sam’s wrists and leans forward, threading it under his neck and tying it neatly, smoothing his collar over the top.
“Ah, that’s a nice thought but I’m going to have to go get changed before I go anywhere,” Sam says, bunching some of the fabric of his pants in his hand and tugging. They are a wrinkled and sweaty mess and he is too.
He sits up, Jess still on his lap and when she goes to move off of him; he clamps a hand on her shoulder. “Now where are you going?”
“Letting you get up so you can get changed,” Jess says, watching as Sam tugs his tie free again.
“I got time,” he says and Jess smiles, slow and sexy and holds her wrists out.
By: kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN
Rating: Adult (language/adult themes)
Category: Sam/Jess
Words: 863
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None - preseries
Notes: Thanks to my beta *superfox*
Summary: For the prompt - Sam - make those mile-long legs buckle. And bonus points for creative necktie usage.
“Can you help me with this?”
Sam is holding out his necktie and has the big doe-eyes going and Jess rolls her own.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to tie one?” she asks, flipping the magazine she was reading aside. Sam gives her the kind of helpless shrug that makes her just want to grab him and cuddle him but he hasn’t seemed to get the gist of the whole spontaneous hugging thing yet so she resists.
She really wonders about his family and whether she should be plotting their demise.
When she gets a hold of the tie and runs it through her fingers, Sam ducking his head so she doesn’t have to reach up as high to hook it over his neck, she realises that she is just done with the whole friends thing they have going on.
She’s known this ridiculously tall puppy of a man for four months and she figures she’s been in love with him for at least two and a half.
She grasps one of his wrists loosely and loops the necktie around it, then brings the other hand over and loops another end and then pulls it taut.
“Jess?” Sam has an eyebrow raised and looks confused, the beginnings of a smirk on his face because he must figure she is just goofing around.
Jess merely grins up at him and the hand not holding his tethered wrists goes to his belt.
“Jess!” Sam squeaks, sliding backwards, but she just follows him, keeping into his space because she knows if he pulls away now, there will be an awkwardness that neither of them will be able to get over. He’s fluttering his hands, wrists together and although somehow she knows he would be able to pull away from her if he wanted to, he’s too distracted.
She has his buckle undone and yanks the belt free, flipping it across the room where it lands on top of her magazine. His jeans sag at the front without the benefit of the belt and Jess flicks open the top button and tugs down the zipper.
“I thought we-“ Sam’s voice is high, almost comical and when she snaps the waistband of his stripy boxers, it goes even higher.
“Were friends? Yeah, that’s not really working for me,” Jess says, sliding to her knees, one hand still with a hold on the end of the tie and she settles Sam’s hands on the top of her head, like manipulating a marionette. His fingers automatically thread through her hair and press circles on the scalp beneath and Jess smiles, pulling Sam free of his boxers with her other hand and sliding his already half-hard length onto her tongue.
Sam lets out a surprised bark and takes a step backwards. Jess wraps the tie around her wrist and tugs forward and Sam follows his hands, crowding into her space again. She sees out of the corner of her eye Sam’s knees go a little she takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks and Sam lets out a keening whine and explodes, salt coating her tongue.
His legs go out completely then and he falls back and Jess is tugged on top of him because they’re still joined by the tie. Sam is panting and Jess is laughing when they land.
“Okay, ow!” Sam protests, although he’s grinning and Jess realises she’s elbowed him in the sternum. He shifts and she thinks he’s going to dump her off, but instead he loops his tied hands over her head and brings them down so she’s held firmly against him while he calms his breathing.
“This kinda thing only happens to Dean,” Sam huffs and when Jess quirks an eyebrow at him he chuckles and shakes his head. “Sorry, nothing. I just wasn’t…quite expecting that.”
Jess feels a flush paint her cheeks and Sam seems to notice that she’s starting to get embarrassed because he tightens his arms and presses his lips to her forehead and assures, “I am in no way complaining.”
“I’m also not usually that… quick,” Sam adds and there is a flush painting his cheeks now.
Jess laughs as she sits up, straddling his waist. Her grin is radiant when she lazily circles her hips and feels the definite stirrings of a comeback. “Don’t worry, a good recovery time is what’s important.”
Jess undoes the tie from around Sam’s wrists and leans forward, threading it under his neck and tying it neatly, smoothing his collar over the top.
“Ah, that’s a nice thought but I’m going to have to go get changed before I go anywhere,” Sam says, bunching some of the fabric of his pants in his hand and tugging. They are a wrinkled and sweaty mess and he is too.
He sits up, Jess still on his lap and when she goes to move off of him; he clamps a hand on her shoulder. “Now where are you going?”
“Letting you get up so you can get changed,” Jess says, watching as Sam tugs his tie free again.
“I got time,” he says and Jess smiles, slow and sexy and holds her wrists out.
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That was wickedly fun :)
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