Title: The Last Night
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Het/Slash/Both: Het

Warning: Spoilers for the Pilot

Timeline: a short time before the Pilot episode

A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: truth), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes and general suckiness are still mine alone.

For all my SUPERNATURAL brothas and sistahs out there in ElJay Land...and still special for rogueapprentice. Today, all my porn is for you, 'cause you need the good vibes. And for lollobrigida, 'cause I'm winning. :P

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It was the last night he’d lie to her.

He swore it as he came home from his evening class, still nursing a pulled muscle in his calf after running from a ghost the night before...he wasn’t actively hunting, but he’d seen the signs and done some reading...the young woman that had been murdered on their block fifty years before had been killing one man a year on the anniversary of her death in retribution. Not only was he concerned for Jess, but at least now the woman could rest.

So he pulled a muscle running from her to salt and burn her bones. He hadn’t gotten caught.

And it was just a precaution.

But it was a precaution he couldn’t avoid, and it made him realize that he had to tell Jess the truth...especially if he was going to ask her to marry him.

Tonight was the night...no lies, not a one as he walked in the door of their apartment. She was in the kitchen, studying in boycut panties and one of his shirts...she knew it made him crazy when she did that.

Glancing up from her Lit book, she beamed at him, the slow warm smile that always made her face light up and her lips look so damn kissable...

She didn’t get a word out as he moved into the room, set his books on the table, and leaned over to pick her up right out of her chair, making her squeal in surprise.

She put up only a token struggle as he carried her into the living room, giggling as he carefully dropped her onto the sofa and crawled on after her, sliding up the length of her body. It was impulsive and real as he stripped off her panties and his borrowed shirt, pausing to glory in the sight of her naked before allowing her to help him disrobe, complete with a lot of tickling on her part...he hated that he was ticklish, but she managed to make him love it by turning it into a game, which he *always* won in the end.

He won this time, too, as he pinned her beneath his body and kissed her, slow and hard before slowly trailing down her body, keeping her hands pinned as he explored every blessedly familiar plane and contour of smooth, tanned skin. He loved every part of her, inside and out, but his favorite thing was this...

...and so he told her. No lies...no hiding. As he licked, nibbled, and sucked, he told her how much he loved the upturned peaks of her nipples, how much he enjoyed the light smattering of freckles across her abdomen and tracing patterns in them with fingers and tongue.

He told her how much he loved tasting her, feeling her thrust against his tongue, how good she felt around him as he slid inside her. Every word was a truth, and every truth was a blessing as he talked, as she moved and writhed beneath him, only stopping when the words left him in a white-hot rush of pleasure that seemed like it would never end as she tightened around him, clenching even after her orgasm to prolong it, draw it out until Sam thought his heart would stop.

“I love you, Jess.” Whispered against her sweat-dampened neck. Honest. Truthful.

Her soft giggle...music. Choirs of angels had nothing on her laugh. “What brought this on, baby?”

His head lifted. Her joyful, innocent eyes shone up at him...pure and perfect.

“Nothing...just missed you today is all.”

It was a good dream while it lasted.