Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

The Plumber

Samantha was home earlier than Gabriel in the afternoon, doing the laundry, noticing it was dripping somewhere. With a frown, she watched the puddle of water on the floor growing larger before her gaze wandered up and down the washing machine to discover the defect. But then she shrugged because ... what was the point of having a man in the house?!

Without further ado, Sam picked up her cell phone and wrote her husband a message to call a plumber as soon as possible. Although she didn't get an answer, she could tell he'd read the message.

Gabriel got the message shortly before closing time, had the idea, and disappeared a few moments later in the large wardrobe. He didn't have to search long to find what he needed and decided to change into the small garden shed next to their house.

Sam was in the shower when the doorbell rang.

"Seriously?!"

Annoyed, she rolled her eyes, dried herself, threw on a robe, and hurried down the stairs.

"You ordered a plumber?"

Outside the door stood a man she knew very well with a toolbox in his hand and looked sexy as hell in the bluey. She had to bite her cheek to keep from grinning.

"Yeah ... um, nice that it worked so fast. It's about the washing machine. I think it doesn't seal properly anymore."

"Okay, then let's have a look at the good piece. May I?"

After a short nod, she stepped aside and pointed the way with a hand wave.

"Excuse my presentation, but the rest of the laundry has been piled up for weeks. I've nothing left to wear."

Embarrassed, Samantha lowered her eyes when she noticed that her husband looked her up and down.

"No problem," he coolly smirked because Sam could always run around naked if it was up to him.

He followed her into the bathroom and put the toolbox on the floor. After looking superficially at the washing machine, he said with a sigh that he could discover nothing.

"Can you show me where the water comes from?"

Lasciviously she bent over the washing machine, and when the lustful growl of Gabriel could be heard behind her, a small smile flitted across her face.

When he saw his sweetheart leaning over the washing machine, he couldn't help himself, and his hands became self-sufficient. The fingers moved gently over her butt and felt the curve that hid under the fabric of the bathrobe. But then Samantha turned around, startled.

"My husband could come at any moment!"

"How unprofessional of me. I'm sorry," Gabe replied, shoving his wife out of the way a little and getting back to work.

After a few moments, he'd found the defect and tightened the loose screw while he hummed softly to himself.

"All right," Gabe grinned, satisfied, and washed his hands thoroughly.

"Thank you. How can I show my appreciation?"

Sam took a step towards him, lightly opening the bathrobe and allowing him to see a small part of her breasts. Gabe softly sighed because it wasn't easy for him to resist. But he got a rebuff, so she got one too.

"How about coffee?" He replied calmly, and Sam raised her eyebrows questioningly due to this brusque rebuff. Shrugging, she walked to the door, and again Gabriel asked to follow her.

Samantha went ahead, feeling greedy and burning glances in her back.

As he sat patiently at the table and waited, his wife fetched two coffee cups and filled them with water, fully aware that Gabriel had taken this suit from the set and it should not be damaged. With a smile on her lips, she approached him and stumbled stupidly, so the entire contents of the cups spilled onto his bluey.

As if stung by the tarantula, he jumped up while Sam clapped her hand over her mouth and shrugged apologetically with her shoulders.

"Oops! I'm sorry, how awkward of me ..."

Slowly she took a step towards him, waving her hands over his chest, and with a grin and a shake of his head, he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"Looks like we could test the washing machine right now," Sam whispered into her husband's ear as her fingers opened the zipper.

Gabriel took her face in his hands and sighed softly at the inviting full lips and her charming smile. Again he lost himself in her shining eyes before kissing her again and again, more and more greedy. She reached around him, hugging him tightly.

His hand stroked her hair, her neck down, and as she opened the belt of her bathrobe, he brushed the disturbing piece off her shoulders and let it sail to the floor. In no time, his hands were back on her soft skin, gently rolling over the curve of her breasts.

A comforting shudder pierced Samantha from the scalp to the tips of her toes.

To have his beautiful wife naked was enough for his boxer shorts to stand off his body like a tent. He was hard and wanted it now. As he was completely undressed, he wondered where the suitable place might be. The way to the bedroom, over the steps, was obviously too far.

Gabriel gasped as fingers felt between his legs, and he was so aroused that he grabbed his wife and gently threw her onto the couch.

It wasn't long before the heat made her abdomen glow, and both sank into the moment of passion and ecstasy.

** In the next chapter ...

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