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It’s one of the rare nights they spend at Rowena’s apartment- Sam likes to spend a weekend away from the bunker, on occasion, just the two of them. He loves his brother, loves Cas and Jack, but he also likes the privacy Rowena’s luxury apartment affords the two of them.
He’s got dinner cooking and everything needs some time to simmer- so he tugs Rowena over to the couch and hauls her into his lap, grinning at the giggles that flutter down around his ears as she shimmies in his lap. Slim, lithe fingers card through his hair, and then Rowena smiles at him in a flash before she’s leaning in to kiss him.
She tastes like the red wine she’d been sipping on, heady on her tongue, and Sam drinks from her thoroughly, hands around her tiny waist to keep her pressed against him. He’s half-hard in his jeans as she rocks against him during their kiss, hands in his hair and breasts against his chest.
Her dress ends up on the floor, the red fabric slipping off her like water as Sam’s mouth catalogued her skin along with his hands. He’s got his fingers between her thighs, panties pushed to the side and two curling inside her when they both smell it.
“Shit,” Sam pants, breathless as he pulls away, his nose wrinkling at the scent of burning food. He carefully lifts her off his lap, depositing her on the couch, and heaves himself up to hurry into the kitchen to save what he can of dinner.
On the couch, Rowena’s breath is hard to catch in her chest- hazy, painful memories of Lucifer’s fire licking her body fill her brain, the scent of her own body burning around her, her crimson hair alight and skin crackling against bone. She realizes, dimly, that the tips of her fingers are numb, and her breathing is loud and unsteady in her own ears, palms clenched in fists against her bare thighs so tightly the knuckles are stark white.
Her body aches with how tightly her muscles are coiled, but she’s frozen in place, the burning scent in the air, the fire alarm blaring, her memories on a loop before her eyes.
“Hey- hey,” distantly, she recognizes Sam’s soft, tender voice- recognizes the gentle hands unclasping her fists, draping her numb fingers out over her thighs and covering them with his own warm fingers and palms. “Rowena, honey- look at me. Yeah, just like that. Take a breath with me, okay?”
Rowena forces herself to focus on his slow, steady inhalation and exhalation, following his breathing pattern until her chest feels less tight and breathing easier. Anxiety still prickles her skin, sweat tacky at her temples, and the pins and needles sensation of returning feeling to her fingertips makes her stomach turn in annoyance.
“I’m fine,” she lies, attempting to reassure Sam, but he sees through her easily, lifting an eyebrow and causing her to roll her eyes, flickering affection coursing through her veins. “The…smell. It reminded me of my- well, rather unpleasant death at Lucifer’s hands.”
Sam’s eyes widen, understanding washing over his expression, and Rowena hates it, momentarily. Hates that this is a weakness for her now.
“I have a hard time with blood, sometimes, still,” Sam says after a moment, and Rowena tilts her head, curious. “Even if there’s nothing special about it. For a moment, I wonder- what if it was demon blood? Would I be strong enough to resist it still, even all these years later? Even being clean all this time?”
Rowena’s fingers curl against his cheek, and Sam leans into the touch.
“We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?” she muses softly, and Sam offers her a smile before he turns into her hand, kissing her palm tenderly.
“Guess that’s why we work so well together. We’re a matching set,” he replies, and this time Rowena’s smile is genuine when she bestows it on him. “Let’s just order takeout. You pick. We’ll eat in our underwear in bed and watch that new ridiculous romcom you told me about. I’ll clean up the kitchen while you order. Yeah?”
Rowena softens- leans in, and kisses Sam sweeter than she usually did. When she pulls back, she nuzzles her nose against his and presses another gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re really rather wonderful, you know,” she murmurs, and Sam just shook his head before stealing another kiss and standing, knees cracking before he made his way back into the kitchen to deal with the disaster that had been their dinner. She plucks her phone from the coffee table and takes her time deciding on what to order, eventually settling on her favorite Korean place.
She disappears briefly to wash her face, patting the cool water from her face with a soft towel and by the time she reappears, Sam is returning from taking out the trash, the kitchen mostly clean save for a few dishes in the sink left to soak. Affection, deep and unwavering and strong, washes through her- once Sam finished washing his hands, she’s on him, tugging his face down to hers in a fierce, intense kiss.
Sam responds easily, holding her against him but allowing her to lead, to control the kiss at her own pace. Hunger flickers in her belly in a way that has nothing to do with the food that would be arriving, and Rowena aches in a way that only invokes pleasure. She wants, and it fills the gaping hole in her chest.
“Take me to bed, now, Samuel,” she whispers, and laces her fingers at the nape of his neck as Sam lifted her easily, carrying her down the hall towards the bedroom. He leaves the door ajar before he deposits her on the bed, and with a gesture of her fingers he’s tugging his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing the fabric aside before he undoes the button of his jeans.
Rowena watches, pleasure swelling in her belly, as he disrobes to just his boxers, then crawls onto the bed with her- relishes in the safety she feels as he cages her in with his body, his forearms on either side of her head and her thighs hooking over his hips to spread her open for him.
“Perfection,” is all Sam says as he gazes down at her, heavy-lidded, and a flush crawls over Rowena’s skin. “And all mine.”
The possessive quality of his tone makes her shiver pleasantly, and Rowena pulls him to her- answers him with her kiss.
They don’t remember the food Rowena had ordered until the following morning.