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xtremeroswelliaTwo Guys, a Girl, and a Chevy Impala, Fic 11: Viva Las Vegas (4/?)
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17. Big time!
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don't sue.
Pairing: Sam/Sarah, Dean/Chloe
The morning's rays shone in Sarah's face, waking her from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes, squinting against the brightness and reluctantly sat up from her resting place on Sam's chest. She glanced around the room and finally stared at the man sleeping next to her. His face looked almost angelic, she thought, running a hand through her mussed hair. Pulling the sheet up to cover herself, she whispered, "Morning, Angel."
He murmured something inaudible as he shifted closer to her, snaking an arm out around her waist and pulling her against him once more.
She willingly went, though she whispered, "What was that, Mr. Winchester?" She pressed a light kiss to his lips.
"Did I say something?" He kissed her back, sliding a hand through her hair.
"I swear you muttered something about getting another... awakening." Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Did I?" He smiled against her mouth and rolled her beneath him, opening his eyes and looking down at her hungrily.
Laughing softly, she rubbed his arms lightly as their lips met again. "See, that look's going to get you everywhere," she teased between kisses.
He grinned, his cheeks dimpling. "Good to know," he whispered, ducking his head and pressing a kiss to her neck that caused her to shudder involuntarily. Liking her response, he licked the skin softly, nibbling his was down to her collarbone.
She moaned softly, her hands stroking his back while her nails gently grazed his skin. "Didn't I wear you out enough last night?" she babbled, her words almost incoherent as Sam moved down her torso.
"I don't think I'm ever going to be tired of loving you," he murmured against her stomach, sliding his hands down to her thighs.
She groaned in frustration as her hands left his body to grip the sheets beneath her. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head when she felt his fingers brush her inner thighs. When one finger entered her, she involuntarily moved her hips against it.
Sam smiled at her response and slid another finger inside her, watching her face. Her eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. He placed a soft kiss against her navel, moving his fingers in and out of her slowly, teasing and driving her toward climax.
She rode his fingers, feeling her body quake with release as her peak washed over her. She sighed his name, as if in answer to a prayer, pulling him up to her once she found use of her arms again.
"Good morning," he whispered, placing a heated kiss against her lips.
Sarah laughed weakly. "I could get used to that," she whispered, returning his kiss.
"That's the plan." He nibbled at her earlobe.
Words pretty much failed her for a full minute. Sam was having way too much fun in his "revenge" against her, and she wanted nothing more than to spend another day in bed with just him and a box of condoms. She let out a sigh. "Think we should tell your brother and Chloe our... news?" she whispered, biting her lip when he nipped at the tender spot on her earlobe.
"You think they're awake yet?" He swirled his tongue around the lobe and then pressed a hot kiss to her jaw line.
"M-m-maybe," she stuttered, closing her eyes. God, she thought deliriously, he knew how to use his mouth.
"Maybe? I don't know, it's kinda early," he teased softly, making his way back to her mouth.
Pulling her to him, she planted a hot, deep kiss on his mouth, betraying the riot of feeling he was evoking in her. Her skin prickled with desire.
He slid his tongue past her lips, slowly exploring her mouth at the same time his hands slowly moved to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples.
Her body shook from the pleasurable torture, her hands sliding across his back and abdomen as their tongues slid around each other. "Sam," she begged, her body hot and ready for him again.
He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss against each of her breasts, then rising up enough to reach over and grab one of the condoms off the nightstand. Ripping it open, he quickly slid it over his hard length and parted her thighs once more, kneeling between them. He gazed down at her, reaching out to thread his fingers with hers and pressing her hands gently against the pillow.
Eyes maintained contact as he slid into her, taking a moment for her body to adjust to the gentle invasion. Sarah's lips curled into a loving grin as she moved against him, spreading her thighs wide to take him in deeper when he began moving with her. Their breaths mingled as he thrust into her; words of love on her lips as they made love.
Within moments they were both rapidly approaching their peaks and Sam pressed his lips against hers, thrusting into her one last time and feeling her body shudder around him. Groaning her name softly, he slowly rolled them so she was lying on top of him.
"Wow," Sarah whispered after several minutes, her breath still coming in short pants from her mouth. "I just... wow. You make me breathless." She grinned and smoothed her hands over his stomach.
"I try," he said softly, stroking her hair.
She chuckled softly. "You succeed. No way I'm letting you go." She pulled up and looked down at him, the love shining from her eyes. "Let's see if they're up, okay?" She felt giddy at the thought of telling the rest of her newfound family that she and Sam were getting married.
"Sure thing." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and reluctantly let her go to get dressed.
She slid off the bed naked and moved to the closet to look for something to wear. Feeling Sam's eyes on her, Sarah turned around and laughed at the look on his face. "Oh, that puppy-dog look isn't going to work... this time." She put her hands on her hips and looked at him.
He grinned. "Had to try," he teased, slowly getting up from the bed and moving to the closet as well.
Sarah swallowed hard, a lump rising in her throat. "Never wear clothes," she blurted out without thinking, watching the muscles of his body move gracefully as he approached her.
His cheeks dimpled and he pressed a kiss to her lips. "Never? That'd be awkward sometimes, don't you think?"
Returning his kiss, Sarah stifled a giggle. "Not if I keep you tied to the bed all the time," she whispered wickedly.
A faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Something to think about it."
Caressing his cheek one more time, she whispered, "Guarantee that's all you'll be thinking about." Turning, she grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to shower quickly.
He groaned and watched her go. She was right about that.
Sarah showered and ran a brush through her hair, braiding it after she had dressed and walked out into the main room. She found Sam sitting on the bed, waiting for her. "Come on," she whispered, holding out her hand with a grin.
He couldn't help but smile back at her, sliding his fingers through hers and leading her out the door and across the hall. He knocked lightly on his brother and Chloe's room's door.
Dean cracked the door and smirked at seeing Sam and Sarah on the other side. "Was beginning to think you two had taken off without us," he replied, opening the door wide to let them in.
Sarah couldn't suppress the blush that stained her cheeks, seeing Chloe sitting in the living room area and meeting her friend's eyes.
She smiled at Sarah, her green eyes bright, though there seemed to be a hint of nervousness beneath that. "You guys want coffee?" she asked, rising to her feet.
Sam smiled faintly. "That'd be great, Chloe."
"Yeah, I'll... help you with that," Sarah replied, squeezing Sam's hand quickly before moving past Dean and moving to Chloe.
Dean smiled as Sarah passed and shut the door behind his brother. "So how are things?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Good. Really good." Sam grinned at him, turning to watch Sarah and Chloe move into the kitchen.
Biting back a snappy retort, he shook his head instead, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "So Chloe and I have something to tell you two," he continued, moving into the main room and sitting down a little uncomfortably.
Sarah glanced at Sam quickly. "We, uh, have news, too," she whispered to Chloe.
Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Well, why don't you guys go first?" she suggested softly.
Sam smiled and looked at Sarah, reaching out and taking her hand. "You wanna tell them?" he whispered against her ear.
She blushed but nodded. "Sam asked me to marry him, and I said yes." She glanced at both Dean and Chloe, holding her breath for their response.
Dean fought back a surprised grin. That was the very last thing he had expected. "Get out," he declared loudly, his voice a cross between surprise and glee.
A wide smile spread across Chloe's face. "Congratulations!" She crossed the distance between them and hugged Sarah first, and then Sam.
"Thanks, Chlo," he said softly, offering her a warm smile before looking at his brother.
Standing, he walked over to Sam and smiled. "Took you long enough," he whispered, holding out his hand. "Congratulations, little brother."
Sam started to shake his hand, but then hugged Dean instead. "Thanks, man."
A little taken back by Sam hugging him, Dean nonetheless gave his brother a hug before stepping back and looking at Sarah. "Does the brother of the groom get to kiss the bride?" he teased gently.
She rolled her eyes as she stepped back from hugging Chloe. "No, but you get a hug," she replied, giving Dean a hug.
Chloe smiled and watched, her eyes shining.
Sam gazed at Sarah with warmth in his eyes. "We wanna get married before we leave town."
"Whoa, really?" Dean asked, stepping back from Sarah and looking at Sam. "Isn't that... a little fast, even for you?" He glanced at Chloe, his eyes filled with concerns from the night before.
"We wanna be together," he said quietly, sliding his arm around Sarah and pulling her close.
About damn time, Sammy, Dean thought, giving Sam a pointed stare with a goofy smile. He closed his thoughts off, however, when he remembered what they had to tell them. "If that's the case, Chloe and I need to tell you two something." He glanced at Chloe, who was staring at him intently.
Sarah glanced at Chloe and cocked an eyebrow.
A flicker of alarm passed over Chloe's eyes and she grabbed Dean's arm with one hand before turning to look at them once more. "We're really happy for you. And...if you need any help with the plans or whatever, we'll do whatever you need. Right, Dean? She looked at him intently.
"Well, yeah," he retorted, ignoring the pressure she applied to his hand. "Where are you two going to tie the knot?"
Sarah glanced at Chloe and Dean, worry crossing her features. "We had thought about getting Elvis to marry us," she replied, looking up at Sam and grinning.
Sam grinned back, giving Chloe and Dean a quizzical look. "We're not sure yet." He dropped a kiss against Sarah's forehead.
He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You've got your pick of places: drive ins, chapels, maybe an actual church... I'm sure Chloe can help you with that, Sarah."
Sarah nodded faintly but frowned. "Okay you two... what gives?"
Chloe smiled brightly. A little too brightly if you asked Sam. "Nothing, we're just surprised. Pleasantly of course. We should start figuring all the stuff out though." She moved to Sarah and took her by the arm. "So come with me and tell me everything about the wedding of your dreams and we'll make it happen."
Looking bemused, Sarah glanced at Sam. "Sure, Chloe," she replied letting herself be lead away. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy."
Sam raised an eyebrow, sensing Chloe was holding something back. He turned to look at Dean.
Dean held up his hands, mentally kicking himself for being such a thick-headed dumbass. "Heh, women," he replied, watching Chloe and Sarah move into the other room. He noticed Sam's eyes still on him, so he continued. "Well, gotta say I never saw this coming."
Sam studied him. "Yeah. So what's going on?"
He shrugged. "Nothing that can't wait until my brother tells me about you and Sarah getting married." He grinned knowingly and sat down.
"Uh huh." He sounded unconvinced but sat down across from Dean. "I need to go ring shopping."
He nodded. "What does she want in that arena, anyway?" And when in the hell did you decide to get married? he asked, though he was unable to speak the words. Dean knew Sam had wanted to marry Jessica, but... He shook his head.
"You're right, I did wanna marry Jessica," he said quietly, looking at the floor. He let out a soft breath. "I love Sarah. And life is...too short to put off doing the things you want most."
He was impressed. "Didn't think you've ever realize that, Sammy," he whispered, having no doubt that they would make each other happy. "How long you been thinking about this?"
"Awhile," he admitted quietly.
"Really? Even during the Sam Winchester mope-fest?" His eyes were serious though his tone was light.
He shot his brother a look. "You should be a stand-up."
Dean snorted. "No, I'm serious, Sam. Why didn't you say anything to anyone?"
"I did. Sarah," he said quietly.
"Who's the comedian, now?" he joked in a low voice, looking down at his hands for a moment. "Sam, I wanted to say... I'm proud of you. And happy for you, too."
A smile quirked his lips. "Thanks, Dean," he said softly. "That really means a lot."
He nodded, pursing his lips in amusement. "So if Elvis marries you two, ya think he'll sing the wedding song, too?"
Sam snorted. "You can't stay serious for more than two minutes at a time, can you?"
Laughing, Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Maybe it's just my way of saying this is exciting, dude... in a manly, sarcastic sort of way."
He grinned. "So uh...there's something I need to ask and it's...a pretty big deal." His voice grew quiet, serious once more.
"Sure, Sammy... what is it?" he asked. He believed he knew the question but knew Sam wanted to ask it.
He drew in a breath. "You've uh...always stood by me no matter what. Even when I've pissed you off, you've always had my back..." He gazed at his brother. "I'd like you to be my best man when I marry Sarah."
Dean smiled widely, flattered and impressed. "Of course I'm gonna be your best man, Sam... who else is gonna help you pick out the ring?"
He grinned. And was suddenly very glad, problems and disasters be damned, that his brother had come to get him at Stanford nearly two years ago.
"Wow, I can't believe you and Sam are gonna be married by the end of the week," Chloe said with a grin, feeling a bit giddy as she poured them each a glass of champagne.
Sarah blushed, taking a glass of bubbly. "I can't believe it, either," she replied with a silly grin. "Shocked me when he asked." She took a small sip and basked for a moment in the wonder of his question and her acceptance.
Chloe sat back on the bed, her back against the headboard. "Do you have anyone you wanna invite? Your dad maybe?" Her voice softened a little.
"No," she whispered, her smile faltering just a little. "I'll call Dad about this, but... he won't come. We just want you and Dean there." She stared evenly at her friend.
Chloe's eyes were sad, but she nodded, not pushing. "Okay. Well then on to the fun stuff. You need a dress. And rings!"
Sarah grinned again, letting her friend's excitement spread through her. "God, so much to do... and I don't even know where to begin! The dress, maybe?"
Chloe grinned, too. "Definitely the dress. We should go shopping!"
Jumping up, Sarah searched for a phone book and flipped it open. "Man, there are a bunch of wedding shops in Vegas," she said with an amused but wry smile. "Should we start with the place closest to the hotel and go from there?"
"Sure. Sounds like a plan. I'm gonna change shoes. Shopping is much more comfortable in sneakers than heels," she said with a grin as she set her glass down on the stand.
Sarah smiled and stood up, checking out her face in the mirror for moment and smiling softly. They had so much to do: dress, rings, hair, makeup, the chapel. She couldn't believe she was going to be Sam's wife in a matter of days. She couldn't help but think, though, about what had happened to her before.
Chloe was on her way out the door when she caught sight of the sudden downtrodden look on Sarah's face in the mirror. "Hey. You okay?"
She shook herself out of her thoughts. "Huh? Oh, sure," she replied, giving herself a look before turning away from the mirror. "Can we go out this door?" she asked, pointing to the bedroom door. "I don't want to disturb the guys."
"Uh-uh." Chloe pinned her with a look. She pointed to the bed. "Sit. Spill."
She snorted lightly but sat down. "Yes, ma'am," she mocked lightly with a wry grin. She took a deep breath, however, not sure where to start.
"Relax. It's just me," Chloe said gently, dropping onto the bed beside her. "And you pretty much know most of my secrets, so..."
"Then I guess I can tell you I've been engaged before," Sarah replied softly, looking at Chloe. "Remember Scott?"
Her eyes widened slightly. "Yeah," she whispered.
"Well, when he wanted the break from me... we were engaged at the time." She looked down at her hands and swallowed hard. She knew Sam was nothing like Scott. There was no comparison. So why wouldn't this go away? She closed her eyes and kept up her mental block to keep Sam out of her mind.
"Oh, Sarah. I’m so sorry." Her eyes grew sad once more and she laid a hand on her friend's arm. "And you're...afraid Sam will do the same thing?" she whispered.
She shook her head in denial but replied, "Yeah, a little bit... I know, it's insane, right?"
Her smile was sad. "No, it's not insane. When someone hurts you so badly...I'm not sure that wound ever completely heals. And when something reminds us of how we were hurt..." She let out a breath. "Sarah, we all have our insecurities. I think...you should talk to Sam."
She looked up at the blonde sitting next to her. "What should I tell him, Chloe? I don't want him to think I don't wanna marry him, because I do so much." Tears of joy sprang to her eyes. "I've never loved anyone like this before." She knew Chloe was speaking from experience because of her past with Clark Kent, and she wondered briefly if Sam knowing about her ex was the right thing.
A faint smile touched her lips. "If someone had hurt Sam in the past and he was having some kind of doubts about marrying you...wouldn't you want him to be honest?"
Sarah suppressed a laugh. "Girl, I thought you said you didn't read anyone else’s' minds?" She nodded, though, in agreement. "You're right. I'll talk to him, I promise." She smiled at her friend, feeling incredibly lucky to have her as a friend.
Chloe smiled, and leaned over to hug her. "Glad I can help."
"Sam goes with me," she replied, giving Chloe a friendly squeeze. "Maybe one day I'll be able to help you out with your own wedding preparations?" She cocked a knowing brow in her friend's direction and saw her blush.
"I...sorta have a feeling that day's...quite a ways off," she said with a small smile.
"You never know," she replied with a quirky smile before standing up. "If Sam can ask... I'm pretty sure Dean can, too."
"Can, yes." She chuckled and stood up as well.
Looping an arm through Chloe's, Sarah led them towards the door. "Let's go find that wedding dress, okay? Oh, and we need to find you something also." She grinned widely at her friend.
Chloe grinned. "You know...I can't even remember the last time I wore an actual dress."
"That's going to change, you know, especially since I'd like for you to be my maid of honor." They walked out into the hallway and Sarah turned, an expectant look on her face.
Chloe's eyes were bright. "I'd love to," she said without hesitation.
"Really?" she said, hugging Chloe tightly, her heart bursting with happiness.
"Of course. It means a lot that you asked me," she said with a smile, hugging her back.
Sarah stepped back and smiled. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "You're my best friend, Chlo."
She smiled back. "Ditto," she admitted, linking her arm through Sarah's once more. "You know, I use to consider Lana my best friend, but..." She bit her lower lip.
"... she's a little too self-involved for anyone else?" she asked innocently.
Chloe smiled faintly. "She was never really that good of a friend to me," she confessed, feeling a little guilty for saying it aloud. "And I never completely trusted her."
Sarah followed Chloe to the elevator, frowning a little. "How come you never trusted her?" she asked, pushing the down button.
She tilted her head to the side a little. "Well, for one...I couldn't be honest with her because I was always afraid I'd hurt her feelings."
Sarah flinched. "That pretty much sums up my relationship with my father, so I totally get that." She looked at her friend and frowned. "Why would you hurt her feelings, though?"
She managed a small smile. "One guess what--or rather, who-- most of our 'friendship' was based on."
"Clark," Sarah replied with a faint smirk.
"Got it in one." She tucked some hair behind her ear.
Stepping into the elevator, Sarah looked sideways at her friend. "No offense or anything, but what did you see in Clark?"
Chloe ducked her head a little. "He's...a really good guy. And he has a heart of gold."
"I don't doubt that," she replied with a smile. "I mean, helping out Ollie and the gang take down the Luthors? You don't do that for kicks."
She smiled a bit. "And...he's also hot. Just...not as hot as Dean." She smirked.
Sarah threw her head back and laughed. She knew exactly what Chloe was talking about. "Yeah, all those guys were pretty damn fine. Maybe it's a Winchester trait, but Sam's the best looking man I've seen, myself."
Chloe grinned back. "If only I had known back then..."
Shaking her head and following Chloe out towards the entrance, she replied, "You'd have just fallen for Dean and skipped Clark completely?"
A smile tugged at her lips. "I don't know. Maybe. But I guess everything happens for a reason, right?"
She thought briefly of Scott and smiled wryly. "I guess it does. So, what color should your dress be?" she asked, looking at Chloe.
She grinned. "It's your wedding, so you decide. Just...please don't pick pink."
Sarah grimaced. "Hate pink, personally. How about... a deep green or cranberry? Bet Dean'd really go for that, too." She winked as they had the valet get them a cab.
Chloe blushed. "Either of those would be fine by me."
"Well, let's see what they have," she replied, getting into the cab and asking the driver to take them to the name of the bridal shop she'd seen in the phone book. "By the way, what was it Dean wanted to tell Sam and me?" she asked, suddenly remembering the strange looks Chloe had given him earlier.
Her heart sank a little. She'd hoped she'd distracted Sarah away from that topic. "Oh, it's nothing. It can wait." She smiled.
"You sure? Sounded kinda serious," she replied, her brows furrowing.
"Positive," she said. "Right now the only thing that matters is the wedding at hand."
Sarah noticed how rigid Chloe's body went and frowned. "You sure, Chlo? It seems... important." She suddenly wondered what she and Dean had done the day before.
"I'm completely sure," she said softly, touching Sarah's arm lightly.
She didn't believe Chloe, because of the worried look in her friend's eyes. Sarah let it go for the moment, however: she saw the bridal shop out the window and grinned excitedly, knowing exactly the kind of dress she wanted that would make Sam absolutely see double. The other ‘news’ she'd listen to later... after she talked to Sam.
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17. Big time!
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don't sue.
Pairing: Sam/Sarah, Dean/Chloe
The morning's rays shone in Sarah's face, waking her from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes, squinting against the brightness and reluctantly sat up from her resting place on Sam's chest. She glanced around the room and finally stared at the man sleeping next to her. His face looked almost angelic, she thought, running a hand through her mussed hair. Pulling the sheet up to cover herself, she whispered, "Morning, Angel."
He murmured something inaudible as he shifted closer to her, snaking an arm out around her waist and pulling her against him once more.
She willingly went, though she whispered, "What was that, Mr. Winchester?" She pressed a light kiss to his lips.
"Did I say something?" He kissed her back, sliding a hand through her hair.
"I swear you muttered something about getting another... awakening." Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Did I?" He smiled against her mouth and rolled her beneath him, opening his eyes and looking down at her hungrily.
Laughing softly, she rubbed his arms lightly as their lips met again. "See, that look's going to get you everywhere," she teased between kisses.
He grinned, his cheeks dimpling. "Good to know," he whispered, ducking his head and pressing a kiss to her neck that caused her to shudder involuntarily. Liking her response, he licked the skin softly, nibbling his was down to her collarbone.
She moaned softly, her hands stroking his back while her nails gently grazed his skin. "Didn't I wear you out enough last night?" she babbled, her words almost incoherent as Sam moved down her torso.
"I don't think I'm ever going to be tired of loving you," he murmured against her stomach, sliding his hands down to her thighs.
She groaned in frustration as her hands left his body to grip the sheets beneath her. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head when she felt his fingers brush her inner thighs. When one finger entered her, she involuntarily moved her hips against it.
Sam smiled at her response and slid another finger inside her, watching her face. Her eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. He placed a soft kiss against her navel, moving his fingers in and out of her slowly, teasing and driving her toward climax.
She rode his fingers, feeling her body quake with release as her peak washed over her. She sighed his name, as if in answer to a prayer, pulling him up to her once she found use of her arms again.
"Good morning," he whispered, placing a heated kiss against her lips.
Sarah laughed weakly. "I could get used to that," she whispered, returning his kiss.
"That's the plan." He nibbled at her earlobe.
Words pretty much failed her for a full minute. Sam was having way too much fun in his "revenge" against her, and she wanted nothing more than to spend another day in bed with just him and a box of condoms. She let out a sigh. "Think we should tell your brother and Chloe our... news?" she whispered, biting her lip when he nipped at the tender spot on her earlobe.
"You think they're awake yet?" He swirled his tongue around the lobe and then pressed a hot kiss to her jaw line.
"M-m-maybe," she stuttered, closing her eyes. God, she thought deliriously, he knew how to use his mouth.
"Maybe? I don't know, it's kinda early," he teased softly, making his way back to her mouth.
Pulling her to him, she planted a hot, deep kiss on his mouth, betraying the riot of feeling he was evoking in her. Her skin prickled with desire.
He slid his tongue past her lips, slowly exploring her mouth at the same time his hands slowly moved to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples.
Her body shook from the pleasurable torture, her hands sliding across his back and abdomen as their tongues slid around each other. "Sam," she begged, her body hot and ready for him again.
He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss against each of her breasts, then rising up enough to reach over and grab one of the condoms off the nightstand. Ripping it open, he quickly slid it over his hard length and parted her thighs once more, kneeling between them. He gazed down at her, reaching out to thread his fingers with hers and pressing her hands gently against the pillow.
Eyes maintained contact as he slid into her, taking a moment for her body to adjust to the gentle invasion. Sarah's lips curled into a loving grin as she moved against him, spreading her thighs wide to take him in deeper when he began moving with her. Their breaths mingled as he thrust into her; words of love on her lips as they made love.
Within moments they were both rapidly approaching their peaks and Sam pressed his lips against hers, thrusting into her one last time and feeling her body shudder around him. Groaning her name softly, he slowly rolled them so she was lying on top of him.
"Wow," Sarah whispered after several minutes, her breath still coming in short pants from her mouth. "I just... wow. You make me breathless." She grinned and smoothed her hands over his stomach.
"I try," he said softly, stroking her hair.
She chuckled softly. "You succeed. No way I'm letting you go." She pulled up and looked down at him, the love shining from her eyes. "Let's see if they're up, okay?" She felt giddy at the thought of telling the rest of her newfound family that she and Sam were getting married.
"Sure thing." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and reluctantly let her go to get dressed.
She slid off the bed naked and moved to the closet to look for something to wear. Feeling Sam's eyes on her, Sarah turned around and laughed at the look on his face. "Oh, that puppy-dog look isn't going to work... this time." She put her hands on her hips and looked at him.
He grinned. "Had to try," he teased, slowly getting up from the bed and moving to the closet as well.
Sarah swallowed hard, a lump rising in her throat. "Never wear clothes," she blurted out without thinking, watching the muscles of his body move gracefully as he approached her.
His cheeks dimpled and he pressed a kiss to her lips. "Never? That'd be awkward sometimes, don't you think?"
Returning his kiss, Sarah stifled a giggle. "Not if I keep you tied to the bed all the time," she whispered wickedly.
A faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Something to think about it."
Caressing his cheek one more time, she whispered, "Guarantee that's all you'll be thinking about." Turning, she grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to shower quickly.
He groaned and watched her go. She was right about that.
Sarah showered and ran a brush through her hair, braiding it after she had dressed and walked out into the main room. She found Sam sitting on the bed, waiting for her. "Come on," she whispered, holding out her hand with a grin.
He couldn't help but smile back at her, sliding his fingers through hers and leading her out the door and across the hall. He knocked lightly on his brother and Chloe's room's door.
Dean cracked the door and smirked at seeing Sam and Sarah on the other side. "Was beginning to think you two had taken off without us," he replied, opening the door wide to let them in.
Sarah couldn't suppress the blush that stained her cheeks, seeing Chloe sitting in the living room area and meeting her friend's eyes.
She smiled at Sarah, her green eyes bright, though there seemed to be a hint of nervousness beneath that. "You guys want coffee?" she asked, rising to her feet.
Sam smiled faintly. "That'd be great, Chloe."
"Yeah, I'll... help you with that," Sarah replied, squeezing Sam's hand quickly before moving past Dean and moving to Chloe.
Dean smiled as Sarah passed and shut the door behind his brother. "So how are things?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Good. Really good." Sam grinned at him, turning to watch Sarah and Chloe move into the kitchen.
Biting back a snappy retort, he shook his head instead, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "So Chloe and I have something to tell you two," he continued, moving into the main room and sitting down a little uncomfortably.
Sarah glanced at Sam quickly. "We, uh, have news, too," she whispered to Chloe.
Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Well, why don't you guys go first?" she suggested softly.
Sam smiled and looked at Sarah, reaching out and taking her hand. "You wanna tell them?" he whispered against her ear.
She blushed but nodded. "Sam asked me to marry him, and I said yes." She glanced at both Dean and Chloe, holding her breath for their response.
Dean fought back a surprised grin. That was the very last thing he had expected. "Get out," he declared loudly, his voice a cross between surprise and glee.
A wide smile spread across Chloe's face. "Congratulations!" She crossed the distance between them and hugged Sarah first, and then Sam.
"Thanks, Chlo," he said softly, offering her a warm smile before looking at his brother.
Standing, he walked over to Sam and smiled. "Took you long enough," he whispered, holding out his hand. "Congratulations, little brother."
Sam started to shake his hand, but then hugged Dean instead. "Thanks, man."
A little taken back by Sam hugging him, Dean nonetheless gave his brother a hug before stepping back and looking at Sarah. "Does the brother of the groom get to kiss the bride?" he teased gently.
She rolled her eyes as she stepped back from hugging Chloe. "No, but you get a hug," she replied, giving Dean a hug.
Chloe smiled and watched, her eyes shining.
Sam gazed at Sarah with warmth in his eyes. "We wanna get married before we leave town."
"Whoa, really?" Dean asked, stepping back from Sarah and looking at Sam. "Isn't that... a little fast, even for you?" He glanced at Chloe, his eyes filled with concerns from the night before.
"We wanna be together," he said quietly, sliding his arm around Sarah and pulling her close.
About damn time, Sammy, Dean thought, giving Sam a pointed stare with a goofy smile. He closed his thoughts off, however, when he remembered what they had to tell them. "If that's the case, Chloe and I need to tell you two something." He glanced at Chloe, who was staring at him intently.
Sarah glanced at Chloe and cocked an eyebrow.
A flicker of alarm passed over Chloe's eyes and she grabbed Dean's arm with one hand before turning to look at them once more. "We're really happy for you. And...if you need any help with the plans or whatever, we'll do whatever you need. Right, Dean? She looked at him intently.
"Well, yeah," he retorted, ignoring the pressure she applied to his hand. "Where are you two going to tie the knot?"
Sarah glanced at Chloe and Dean, worry crossing her features. "We had thought about getting Elvis to marry us," she replied, looking up at Sam and grinning.
Sam grinned back, giving Chloe and Dean a quizzical look. "We're not sure yet." He dropped a kiss against Sarah's forehead.
He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You've got your pick of places: drive ins, chapels, maybe an actual church... I'm sure Chloe can help you with that, Sarah."
Sarah nodded faintly but frowned. "Okay you two... what gives?"
Chloe smiled brightly. A little too brightly if you asked Sam. "Nothing, we're just surprised. Pleasantly of course. We should start figuring all the stuff out though." She moved to Sarah and took her by the arm. "So come with me and tell me everything about the wedding of your dreams and we'll make it happen."
Looking bemused, Sarah glanced at Sam. "Sure, Chloe," she replied letting herself be lead away. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy."
Sam raised an eyebrow, sensing Chloe was holding something back. He turned to look at Dean.
Dean held up his hands, mentally kicking himself for being such a thick-headed dumbass. "Heh, women," he replied, watching Chloe and Sarah move into the other room. He noticed Sam's eyes still on him, so he continued. "Well, gotta say I never saw this coming."
Sam studied him. "Yeah. So what's going on?"
He shrugged. "Nothing that can't wait until my brother tells me about you and Sarah getting married." He grinned knowingly and sat down.
"Uh huh." He sounded unconvinced but sat down across from Dean. "I need to go ring shopping."
He nodded. "What does she want in that arena, anyway?" And when in the hell did you decide to get married? he asked, though he was unable to speak the words. Dean knew Sam had wanted to marry Jessica, but... He shook his head.
"You're right, I did wanna marry Jessica," he said quietly, looking at the floor. He let out a soft breath. "I love Sarah. And life is...too short to put off doing the things you want most."
He was impressed. "Didn't think you've ever realize that, Sammy," he whispered, having no doubt that they would make each other happy. "How long you been thinking about this?"
"Awhile," he admitted quietly.
"Really? Even during the Sam Winchester mope-fest?" His eyes were serious though his tone was light.
He shot his brother a look. "You should be a stand-up."
Dean snorted. "No, I'm serious, Sam. Why didn't you say anything to anyone?"
"I did. Sarah," he said quietly.
"Who's the comedian, now?" he joked in a low voice, looking down at his hands for a moment. "Sam, I wanted to say... I'm proud of you. And happy for you, too."
A smile quirked his lips. "Thanks, Dean," he said softly. "That really means a lot."
He nodded, pursing his lips in amusement. "So if Elvis marries you two, ya think he'll sing the wedding song, too?"
Sam snorted. "You can't stay serious for more than two minutes at a time, can you?"
Laughing, Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Maybe it's just my way of saying this is exciting, dude... in a manly, sarcastic sort of way."
He grinned. "So uh...there's something I need to ask and it's...a pretty big deal." His voice grew quiet, serious once more.
"Sure, Sammy... what is it?" he asked. He believed he knew the question but knew Sam wanted to ask it.
He drew in a breath. "You've uh...always stood by me no matter what. Even when I've pissed you off, you've always had my back..." He gazed at his brother. "I'd like you to be my best man when I marry Sarah."
Dean smiled widely, flattered and impressed. "Of course I'm gonna be your best man, Sam... who else is gonna help you pick out the ring?"
He grinned. And was suddenly very glad, problems and disasters be damned, that his brother had come to get him at Stanford nearly two years ago.
"Wow, I can't believe you and Sam are gonna be married by the end of the week," Chloe said with a grin, feeling a bit giddy as she poured them each a glass of champagne.
Sarah blushed, taking a glass of bubbly. "I can't believe it, either," she replied with a silly grin. "Shocked me when he asked." She took a small sip and basked for a moment in the wonder of his question and her acceptance.
Chloe sat back on the bed, her back against the headboard. "Do you have anyone you wanna invite? Your dad maybe?" Her voice softened a little.
"No," she whispered, her smile faltering just a little. "I'll call Dad about this, but... he won't come. We just want you and Dean there." She stared evenly at her friend.
Chloe's eyes were sad, but she nodded, not pushing. "Okay. Well then on to the fun stuff. You need a dress. And rings!"
Sarah grinned again, letting her friend's excitement spread through her. "God, so much to do... and I don't even know where to begin! The dress, maybe?"
Chloe grinned, too. "Definitely the dress. We should go shopping!"
Jumping up, Sarah searched for a phone book and flipped it open. "Man, there are a bunch of wedding shops in Vegas," she said with an amused but wry smile. "Should we start with the place closest to the hotel and go from there?"
"Sure. Sounds like a plan. I'm gonna change shoes. Shopping is much more comfortable in sneakers than heels," she said with a grin as she set her glass down on the stand.
Sarah smiled and stood up, checking out her face in the mirror for moment and smiling softly. They had so much to do: dress, rings, hair, makeup, the chapel. She couldn't believe she was going to be Sam's wife in a matter of days. She couldn't help but think, though, about what had happened to her before.
Chloe was on her way out the door when she caught sight of the sudden downtrodden look on Sarah's face in the mirror. "Hey. You okay?"
She shook herself out of her thoughts. "Huh? Oh, sure," she replied, giving herself a look before turning away from the mirror. "Can we go out this door?" she asked, pointing to the bedroom door. "I don't want to disturb the guys."
"Uh-uh." Chloe pinned her with a look. She pointed to the bed. "Sit. Spill."
She snorted lightly but sat down. "Yes, ma'am," she mocked lightly with a wry grin. She took a deep breath, however, not sure where to start.
"Relax. It's just me," Chloe said gently, dropping onto the bed beside her. "And you pretty much know most of my secrets, so..."
"Then I guess I can tell you I've been engaged before," Sarah replied softly, looking at Chloe. "Remember Scott?"
Her eyes widened slightly. "Yeah," she whispered.
"Well, when he wanted the break from me... we were engaged at the time." She looked down at her hands and swallowed hard. She knew Sam was nothing like Scott. There was no comparison. So why wouldn't this go away? She closed her eyes and kept up her mental block to keep Sam out of her mind.
"Oh, Sarah. I’m so sorry." Her eyes grew sad once more and she laid a hand on her friend's arm. "And you're...afraid Sam will do the same thing?" she whispered.
She shook her head in denial but replied, "Yeah, a little bit... I know, it's insane, right?"
Her smile was sad. "No, it's not insane. When someone hurts you so badly...I'm not sure that wound ever completely heals. And when something reminds us of how we were hurt..." She let out a breath. "Sarah, we all have our insecurities. I think...you should talk to Sam."
She looked up at the blonde sitting next to her. "What should I tell him, Chloe? I don't want him to think I don't wanna marry him, because I do so much." Tears of joy sprang to her eyes. "I've never loved anyone like this before." She knew Chloe was speaking from experience because of her past with Clark Kent, and she wondered briefly if Sam knowing about her ex was the right thing.
A faint smile touched her lips. "If someone had hurt Sam in the past and he was having some kind of doubts about marrying you...wouldn't you want him to be honest?"
Sarah suppressed a laugh. "Girl, I thought you said you didn't read anyone else’s' minds?" She nodded, though, in agreement. "You're right. I'll talk to him, I promise." She smiled at her friend, feeling incredibly lucky to have her as a friend.
Chloe smiled, and leaned over to hug her. "Glad I can help."
"Sam goes with me," she replied, giving Chloe a friendly squeeze. "Maybe one day I'll be able to help you out with your own wedding preparations?" She cocked a knowing brow in her friend's direction and saw her blush.
"I...sorta have a feeling that day's...quite a ways off," she said with a small smile.
"You never know," she replied with a quirky smile before standing up. "If Sam can ask... I'm pretty sure Dean can, too."
"Can, yes." She chuckled and stood up as well.
Looping an arm through Chloe's, Sarah led them towards the door. "Let's go find that wedding dress, okay? Oh, and we need to find you something also." She grinned widely at her friend.
Chloe grinned. "You know...I can't even remember the last time I wore an actual dress."
"That's going to change, you know, especially since I'd like for you to be my maid of honor." They walked out into the hallway and Sarah turned, an expectant look on her face.
Chloe's eyes were bright. "I'd love to," she said without hesitation.
"Really?" she said, hugging Chloe tightly, her heart bursting with happiness.
"Of course. It means a lot that you asked me," she said with a smile, hugging her back.
Sarah stepped back and smiled. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "You're my best friend, Chlo."
She smiled back. "Ditto," she admitted, linking her arm through Sarah's once more. "You know, I use to consider Lana my best friend, but..." She bit her lower lip.
"... she's a little too self-involved for anyone else?" she asked innocently.
Chloe smiled faintly. "She was never really that good of a friend to me," she confessed, feeling a little guilty for saying it aloud. "And I never completely trusted her."
Sarah followed Chloe to the elevator, frowning a little. "How come you never trusted her?" she asked, pushing the down button.
She tilted her head to the side a little. "Well, for one...I couldn't be honest with her because I was always afraid I'd hurt her feelings."
Sarah flinched. "That pretty much sums up my relationship with my father, so I totally get that." She looked at her friend and frowned. "Why would you hurt her feelings, though?"
She managed a small smile. "One guess what--or rather, who-- most of our 'friendship' was based on."
"Clark," Sarah replied with a faint smirk.
"Got it in one." She tucked some hair behind her ear.
Stepping into the elevator, Sarah looked sideways at her friend. "No offense or anything, but what did you see in Clark?"
Chloe ducked her head a little. "He's...a really good guy. And he has a heart of gold."
"I don't doubt that," she replied with a smile. "I mean, helping out Ollie and the gang take down the Luthors? You don't do that for kicks."
She smiled a bit. "And...he's also hot. Just...not as hot as Dean." She smirked.
Sarah threw her head back and laughed. She knew exactly what Chloe was talking about. "Yeah, all those guys were pretty damn fine. Maybe it's a Winchester trait, but Sam's the best looking man I've seen, myself."
Chloe grinned back. "If only I had known back then..."
Shaking her head and following Chloe out towards the entrance, she replied, "You'd have just fallen for Dean and skipped Clark completely?"
A smile tugged at her lips. "I don't know. Maybe. But I guess everything happens for a reason, right?"
She thought briefly of Scott and smiled wryly. "I guess it does. So, what color should your dress be?" she asked, looking at Chloe.
She grinned. "It's your wedding, so you decide. Just...please don't pick pink."
Sarah grimaced. "Hate pink, personally. How about... a deep green or cranberry? Bet Dean'd really go for that, too." She winked as they had the valet get them a cab.
Chloe blushed. "Either of those would be fine by me."
"Well, let's see what they have," she replied, getting into the cab and asking the driver to take them to the name of the bridal shop she'd seen in the phone book. "By the way, what was it Dean wanted to tell Sam and me?" she asked, suddenly remembering the strange looks Chloe had given him earlier.
Her heart sank a little. She'd hoped she'd distracted Sarah away from that topic. "Oh, it's nothing. It can wait." She smiled.
"You sure? Sounded kinda serious," she replied, her brows furrowing.
"Positive," she said. "Right now the only thing that matters is the wedding at hand."
Sarah noticed how rigid Chloe's body went and frowned. "You sure, Chlo? It seems... important." She suddenly wondered what she and Dean had done the day before.
"I'm completely sure," she said softly, touching Sarah's arm lightly.
She didn't believe Chloe, because of the worried look in her friend's eyes. Sarah let it go for the moment, however: she saw the bridal shop out the window and grinned excitedly, knowing exactly the kind of dress she wanted that would make Sam absolutely see double. The other ‘news’ she'd listen to later... after she talked to Sam.
