A Destined Love - Sam Winchester

Seeing Her Again

That night Sam took a long, hot shower and made sure to massage the new conditioner into his hair to get nice and relaxed before heading off to bed. He contemplated getting a glass of warm milk but he didn't want to run into anyone on the way to the kitchen, he'd had enough awkward conversation to last a week at least. He eventually lie down in bed and got comfy, closing his eyes and waiting for sleep to finally take him to where he would surely find her. The dreams always started the same way, he'd be in the same bar with a freshly poured drink sitting on the bar before him and he'd spot her across the room. She would come to get another drink and she would take the seat next to him. From there they'd strike up a conversation although the topic always varied and sooner or later they'd make their way to a hotel room, he didn't know who's room it actually was. From there they'd be all over each other, starving for kisses and wrecked for touches. She never wore the same clothes and her lingerie was always different but it didn't matter, the main story of the dream was always consistent and he'd always wake before he was finished and he would only later realise he never got her name. This time it was as if he was overly conscious of his surroundings, he looked around the bar for any indication of where exactly this dream was taking place, frustrated he lifted his glass and took a drink of the beer and he almost choked whe he saw the beer coaster had a name and logo on it for Tapper’s Bar & Grill in Kansas. He'd never even realised this detail before and he grew excited at having discovered it. He looked up then and saw Her, she’d just come in the door and was making her way to the bar to the only available seat right next to him. “Is this seat taken?” she asked shyly with a sweet rosy blush beginning to colour her fair skin and Sam found himself tripping over his tongue, “No,no, nobody's seating there, I mean sitting there” he said before running a hand through his hair. Talking to her had never been hard before, perhaps it was now because he was more aware. “What will it be Miss?” the barman asked as he appeared before them, “I'll have a Jack and coke please” she ordered and the barman nodded before turning away to make her drink. She turned to him then, “Sorry if I'm being too forward but have we met before?” she asked, those piercing blue eyes searching his face for the slightest hint of recognition. “You seem familiar but I'm not sure” Sam replied playing it safe, “I'm Alexandria Bluebird but everyone calls me Lexa, sorry if I made things awkward” she said sticking out a slim hand for him to shake which he completely enveloped with his own large hand, “Nice to meet you Lexa, I'm Sam Winchester” he replied and she smiled a brilliant smile as they shook hands. “So Sam, what brings you to a place like this?” she queried as she took a sip of her drink, “Fate” he replied feeling foolish for not having thought of something more clever. “It's nice to believe in something” she said carefully as she toyed with the straw in her now empty glass, “Did you want to get out of here?” she asked boldly and Sam nodded, her hand clasped tight in his as they made their way through the throng of patrons and out into the cool night air. Tonight she wore her hair in loose curls that were mainly pinned up neatly in an elaborate style except for a few that had fallen to frame her face perfectly and Sam felt his heart thump louder in his chest as he recognised the motel. The Marmalade Motel it was called and he saw Lexa pull the room key from her purse for room number 46 which was on the top floor. The whole way they'd held hands but she released her grip now to unlock the door and let him in. The room was the same as it always was with the plain white theme from the walls to the bedding. She seemed a little nervous as she set down her purse and stepped out of her heels which had given her quite a bit of height, now her head was level with his heart. Sam felt like he was on autopilot, all he wanted was to have her in his arms and to feel that feeling he always got when he was with her intimately. Her hands slid up his chest to cradle his face where she leaned up onto her tiptoes to press her full lips that were so neatly made up with a warm nude lipstick onto his own mouth. It was a struggle not to take her then and there, they had to build up to that even though they'd had sex many times before. Sam turned their bodies ever so slightly so that her back was inches from the wall and he was in front of her, her blue eyes were so full of lust he would have given her the would if she had asked for it. With one step he had her flush against the wall, a small gasp making it's way out of her pretty mouth as his hands found their way to her waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing at all, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist so that she was entirely supported between him and the wall. His mouth sought the skin of her neck, sucking sweet bruises that would mark her fair skin easily. She did not flinch from him even when he bit into her shoulder through the thin material of her shirt, she craved him so desperately that she would have let him do just about anything if he'd hold her. Her hands sought to touch his skin but he wore too many layers so she began working her way down the buttons of his shirt until at last she pressed against his skin, feeling the solid ripples of muscle that lined his chest and stomach. Slowly she eased his shirt off his shoulders and without letting her slip even an inch, Sam was able to take his shirt the rest of the way off. She traced the anti-possession tattoo on his chest with her long nails that today were painted in plain black and brought her lips to the dark lines of ink to press a kiss over the mark, an action that made his heart thump so loud he feared she might be able to hear it. She shifted her wight ever so slightly, rubbing her self against him in the process. He'd been hard since he'd pinned her to the wall and now it was growing torturous to have his manhood caged behind the rough denim of his jeans. “I think it's my turn” she whispered playfully in his ear and he slowly set her down so that her feet touched the floor, she pushed him back slowly until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat down fully prepared for the show of his life.