When The Rain Washes You Clean: the Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod Love Story, continued
Prologue: Closer
Chapter 1: So You Wanna Play With Magic
Chapter 2: Love You Like This
Sam x Rowena, platonic side of grumpy Dean, 2100 words
Sex, sexytimes, more sex
AN: So I’ve done this story before, kinda, as a Sam x Reader, in Like Art, Like Fire, but in that one the mirror was a happy accident, and the reader was so self-conscious that she really had a hard time enjoying it. I wanted to write something with a woman who is fully conscious of her beauty.
Thanks @there-must-be-a-lock and @mskathywriteswords for the read
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Rowena wanted to plan a surprise for Sam.
A standing full-length mirror, that was easy enough to order on Amazon. More candles, as she loved nothing more than to light them all at once and bask in their flickering glow. It was beautiful, but she did tend to burn through them quickly that way. And another tapestry to add to the eclectic collection that covered the bare walls of her bedroom.
Then she found a beautiful robe, cobalt blue with peacock feathers all around the hem and gold stitched trim. It looked luxurious, and she deserved nice things, so she bought that too.
She had it all shipped to the Men of Letters bunker. She planned to contact Sam with an excuse, a need for a book that was in their library, or some other easily believable thing. Anything to get her near to him, close enough to work her wiles on him.
Rowena miscalculated the timing of the delivery. Instead of texting Sam that she would be dropping by, he texted her.
Did you get the address wrong on your latest online order?
No, I ordered a few things to be delivered there.
Surprises, for next time I saw you.
Oh it was a surprise, all right.
Dean is fuming.
You’d better get over here and deal with this.
Rowena ordered a driver, taking just enough time to pack her bags. She arrived at the bunker rather more quickly than she had planned, just as dusk fell.
Dean was waiting at the foot of the stairs, a scowl like thunder on his face. “What part of ‘secret bunker’ do you not understand, woman? The delivery driver has been here at least three times.”
He stepped back, sweeping one arm in the direction of the map table, laden with packages. “Also, what is all this crap? How many dresses and shoes do you need?”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Not all of us want to wear the same flannel all the time. But this isn’t all for me.” She looked past Dean to where Sam stood, filling the doorway. He shook his head with a look of fond tolerance on his handsome face.
“Samuel,” she cooed. “Carry these things back to my room?”
“That, too.” Dean spoke up. “Since when do you have a room here?”
She gave him her best simpering smile. “A lady needs a place to keep her things.”
“You have plenty of those, that’s damn certain.” He huffed, waving a hand at his brother’s armload of boxes.
“And after all, I cannot always be sleeping in Sam’s bed.” She swept out of the room, leaving Dean speechless.
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Rowena coaxed Sam to stay while she opened them, although she tucked certain boxes away. It took little effort on her part to convince him that he should put the standing mirror together for her.
While he was occupied, she carefully placed a selection of beautiful candles amidst the ones already arrayed around the room and lit them, old and new together, filling the room with a wash of warm golden light.
Sam was bent over the mirror, his gaze directed to the floor. While he was distracted, she slipped off her traveling clothes and cloaked herself in her new robe. As she tied the sash around her narrow waist, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over Sam’s lowered shoulder.
Her robe was perfect, silky against her skin as she traced the fine gold embroidery with one manicured nail. In the candle light, her pale skin was luminous, her hair a waterfall of fiery curls against the deep blue and purple cloth.
“I don’t know why you need another mirror,” he scoffed as he fastened the last screw. “How much can you look at yourself?”
She stood behind him, watching her reflection as she draped the fabric clinging just so over her curves and waited for him to notice. When he finally sat up, he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. His eyes went wide with surprise and he huffed out a deep breath.
“I don’t know, Samuel.” She let the robe fall open around her breasts. For a moment he was still, transfixed, his gaze locked on hers. “Are you tired of looking at me?”
“Never.” Finally he turned and sat down on the bed, gathering her in his arms as their lips met passionately. For a long moment they enjoyed rediscovering one another, hands roaming one another’s bodies as they kissed, full and deep.
“So the mirror was just a pretense then?” Sam murmured.
Rowena threw back her head and laughed. “Oh my sweet boy. No, the mirror is part of the gift.”
She looked back over her shoulder as she shrugged the robe a little lower. His gaze followed her eyes.
“Oh.” He blushed endearingly and then reached for the dark silk, whisking it off to unveil her bare form. “So beautiful.” He murmured before his lips closed over hers again.
She kept her head turned, showing off her profile and following his every move. Her skin prickled under his touch as his hands roamed her body. His palms were warm and strong, skimming down her ribs and into the dip of her waist before caressing the curve of her hips and caressing her buttocks. His lips strayed slowly from her mouth to the angle of her jaw, down her neck to her breasts, pressing a trail of hot kisses over her freckles before he took her nipple in his mouth.
She moaned softly and reached for him, laid a hand on the base of his neck and felt his pulse jump under her touch. Wordlessly, she undid the first two buttons of his plaid shirt. He pulled back just enough to stand up and quickly shed his clothes.
When they were bare before one another, he settled back at the end of the bed, pulling her onto his lap for more heated kisses. After a moment he directed her to turn around.
“I want to see you, my queen.”
She had been waiting for him to ask. He knelt, and she straddled his knees, her back pressed into the solid muscular warmth of his chest. She looked in the mirror as he slipped his fingers between her legs. She watched herself breathe harder, watched his eyes light up, as he rocked into her slowly.
She met his gaze as her lips trembled. She gripped his arm with one hand, and pressed the other down lower, lacing her fingers in with his where he was touching her, so they were stroking together. He began to thrust, and she moved with him, matching the way his body and hers fit together, as he was filling her and fingering her and working her over so perfectly. Her orgasm built gradually, like a rolling wave in a lazy summer sea.
She smiled, seeing a soft peach flush rise over the pale freckled skin of her breasts, towards her neck. She didn’t look away even when her mouth dropped open in a soft moan, when the wave of her orgasm finally crested over her with a wash of pleasure.
She let her head drop back against Sam’s shoulder, sinking into his strong embrace, riding the sweet high of their bodies together.
“Look at you,” Sam said, cupping her chin in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. When she lifted her eyes to his face in the mirror, his eyes were dark with lust.
“You gorgeous little peacock. You’re so vain, you’re still posing in front of the mirror even when you come.” He shook his head, chestnut hair falling into his face. “Wanna make you come so hard you forget yourself, wanna watch you fall apart.”
“Ohhh…” Before she could say any more, he spoke again.
“Elbows on the bed.” His tone was steel and brooked no argument. She shivered in anticipation.
His hands settled around her waist, bracketing her hips in a firm grasp. He slid one hand up her ribs, ghosting over the curve of her breast, pressing her down into the mattress as she bent over the bed. His touch grazed her collarbone before he tightened his grip around her shoulder and began to rock his hips again.
“Hold on,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned over her. “Don’t come until I say.”
She whimpered at the burning stretch as he filled her even more completely. His next thrust was deep, and she moaned as he hit that sweet spot inside of her.
Sam was relentless in pleasuring her, pinning her down and pounding into her. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate and grasping. She gasped and swore, begging to no avail.
He kept telling her to wait, letting her orgasm build again until the tension was almost painful, until her whole body shook with the effort of holding back. Her words ran together into a stream of incoherent nonsense, her breath coming in ragged sobs.
His fingers dug into her shoulder as he hauled her upright. His arm crossed her ribs, holding her back against him like a band of steel. His other hand slipped over her hip, low over her stomach, fingers brushing between her legs again as he pressed in with the heel of his palm.
“Sam!” she cried his name.
“Yes,” was the only thing she heard before she let go, coming in a rush of hot fluid all over his hand and their intertwined legs.
He shuddered, and moaned, throbbing inside her as he finally gave in too. The feel of him set off a ripple of aftershocks through her, and when they finally settled, they were both breathing hard.
“Look at you now,” Sam said, his tone proud and satisfied.
In the mirror, she was a shameless mess. Mascaraed tears tracked her cheeks, her lips were bitten and puffy, and knotted curls stuck to her shoulders with sweat. She could already see the marks of Sam’s fingers, bruises rising against the freckles on her skin. Her mouth was open, her eyes wet, and she was almost limp in his embrace.
She drew in a deep shaky breath and let her eyes flutter closed again as she relaxed back against his chest. He embraced for a moment before he lifted her, easing her off his lap to lie back against the pillows piled at the head of the bed.
He spoke as he covered her body with caresses and kisses. “I’ve never seen you so beautiful, all wrecked and wanton. Love you like this, love to watch you come undone for me.”
She reached for him but he rolled away, off the bed, and walked on unsteady legs to the sink. He came back with a basin of warm water and a washcloth. She watched again in the mirror as his hands roamed her body, cleaning and soothing her, caring with every touch.
Before long, she turned away again, not because she was ashamed of how she looked; she was proud of the two of them and how perfectly they enjoyed their bodies together. She turned away because if she looked at him for one more moment, she felt like she would melt. The look on his face, the love in his eyes, was so blindingly bright. Raw and vulnerable as she was, she ached to see him.
When he was cleaned up too, he discarded the water and cloth, and spread a clean towel over the end of the bed before handing her the discarded peacock robe. She sat up and looked at him, not in the mirror, but full in the face. His eyes were wide, his face soft and a little flushed.
She met his gaze openly, for as long as she could, then she took his hand and tugged him gently onto the bed. He stretched out and she curled up against him, running her fingertips lazily over his face as he wrapped her in his arms. He tipped her chin up with one hand for a kiss and she hummed in soft satisfaction.
“Was the surprise worth it?” she murmured teasingly.
She felt Sam chuckle, low in his throat. “Order whatever you want for us to enjoy like this. With or without your peacock finery, you’re the most beautiful woman, and I love you just like this.”
He slipped a hand into the folds of her robe, around her waist to hold her close.
She was still smiling, smug and sated, as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
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Taken By The Wind: A Sam Winchester x Rowena McLeod Love Story
Tags: 18+, sex, explicit sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, consent, size kink. Excessive descriptions of Rowena being gorgeous.
Author’s Note
Chapter 1: You Naughty Boy
After Chapter 1: Wildfire
Chapter 2: Why Thank You
Chapter 3: Yes Please
After Chapter 3: Hours
Chapter 4: Green Velvet
Chapter 5: Locked On You
Chapter 6: For You, Always
After Chapter 6: Whipped
Chapter 7: Purple Roses
Chapter 8: Heather
Interlude: True
Chapter 9: Filthy Sweet
Sam x Rowena, 1500 words.
Sam thinks about the things he really loves about Rowena.
Chapter Tags: 18+, sex, smut, oral sex, dirty talking of a sort, language, a little size kink.
A/N: My second Sam X Rowena piece inspired by visuals in 14x13. I adore the headcanon of Rowena swearing during sex. @boondoctorwho was reading a chapter for me when she asked, If Sam loves this so much, why doesn’t he tell her? It didn’t fit into that chapter, but here we are.
Rowena. Sam shook his head. Shit, he loved this tiny, fiery woman. They were working a case together but she was so distracting that he could hardly focus. The way her mouth shaped the words she spoke, the way her hair brushed her cheeks as she tossed her head, the way her fingers never stilled, glossy nails tapping as she waited.
It was all he could do to keep his hands off her.
Rowena had her trademark sass dialled up to its highest setting, pretending to be Sam’s reluctant and careless wife. When they got a moment alone, he had turned to her and hissed, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well,” she had answered, “I know it’s not ‘pretending to be the FBI’.” The deep edge in her voice made it clear that she was imitating Sam, or Dean, or both. She rolled her pretty green eyes, and Sam was straight gone. He had to clench his fist and swallow hard to keep from grabbing her right up in his arms and kissing her then and there.
“Just wait until I get you alone,” he murmured, soft and low so only she could hear.
“You promise?” She smirked, glossy dark lips blowing him a kiss before their source returned to the room.
Sam could spend all day listing reasons he loved Rowena, and still not have enough time. Some of the reasons were obvious. Everyone could see her wildfire beauty, her sparkling aura that made her captivating to men and women alike. Anyone who knew her was in awe of her mind, her depth of knowledge and her experience.
Other things she shared only with him. The curves and planes of her body, her flawless skin, the way she looked so tiny and pale when she was naked next to him. The way, in spite of -- or perhaps because of -- their size difference, she fit perfectly into his arms. Her enthusiasm and the way they enjoyed one another in bed was for him and him alone.
In the car on the way back to the bunker, the air between then crackled with sexual tension. Jack was in the front seat, so Rowena settled in the back. Every time Sam glanced in the rearview mirror, she was looking back at him. Her gaze was unflinching, her wide eyes teasing him with desire and promises for more.
One of the things Sam loved about Rowena was how absolutely irresistible she was when she was mocking him. Not many people could sass a Winchester and get away with it, but she did it so well and so keenly that neither brother could say anything. In the past, when they were enemies, there was a cruel edge to her wit. Now, although her words were just as sharp, there was a fondness in her tone.
Another thing, one Sam kept entirely to himself, was the way she cursed and swore during sex. It went against every inch of her carefully cultivated image as an elegant lady. But beneath that veneer of sophistication there was a Scottish peasant lass with a dirty mind and a filthy mouth. Thanks to her years of education in witchcraft, she knew any number of languages, and apparently had learned obscenities in all of them. So far, Sam had heard at least Gaelic, Latin, Greek, French, and obviously English, as well as some languages he didn’t recognize.
The first time he had been buried between her thighs and she tossed back her head and began to swear, he had been startled. For a moment, he had wondered if he had done something wrong. Her breathless tone, the flush on her skin, and the way her fingers tangled in his hair to hold him close, let him know otherwise.
Now, he considered that reaction an achievement. Sex with Rowena was always good, but it wasn’t always that good. He loved pushing her until she came absolutely undone, abandoning all pretense of coherence. Every time, that first moaning curse that fell from her lips was the most delicious sound he could imagine. That Rowena, that raw filthy sweet breathless Rowena, was the one that only he saw, and one that he treasured.
He couldn’t wait to get her alone, to push her to that point of releasing control, to watch her unfold beneath his body again.
When they got back to the bunker, Sam told Jack, “Stay out here, Rowena and I have something to talk about.”
“What do you need to talk about?” Jack wondered, innocently.
“Ask Dean or Cas,” Sam tossed back over his shoulder as he and Rowena hurried down the hall to their bedrooms. The minute they turned the corner, their fingers laced together. He was practically dragging her with him, her heels tapping out two steps to every one stride of his long legs just to keep up with him.
He pulled her into his room, kicking the door shut as he pushed her shoulders back against the wall. Their mouths crashed together, all seeking heat and need. She arched her spine, desperately pressing her body along the length of his. He held her close with one hand spanning her waist. His grasp swept her heels right off the ground. The other hand tangled in her high ponytail, yanking her red hair to pull her head back. A sigh punched from her throat. She wrapped herself around him, arms clinging to his neck and legs vining around his.
Finally he eased his mouth away from hers, his chest heaving with deep breaths. She took the opportunity to sass him again.
“Sam Winchester, is this how you treat a lady?”
Shiiiiit, the toss of her hair, the curve of her lips, the flash of her eyes.
His hand slipped down to her ass, cupping it in his grasp. “No, but it’s how I treat a witch.” She ground up against him, rocking her hips against his length. He lifted her easily, sweeping her off her feet before turning to the bed.
Whose hands raked over whose buttons and undid which pants and tossed aside what shirt? No one was keeping track, just that they were both desperate to get as bare and close as possible.
Rowena was hardly divested of her clothes before Sam sank to his knees next to the bed in front of her. He skimmed kisses up the soft warm skin of her thighs, tasting her, taking his time, before burying his face in her. She hooked one leg over his shoulder and dropped her other heel down, opening herself up, shameless and begging for him.
Sam had been hungry for Rowena this way since the very beginning. Today was no different. He pleasured her, worshipped her, touched and licked and sucked her until she came with only the lightest sighing curse on her lips.
That was an invitation for him, a challenge, a welcome. He pushed her back against the pillows and she rolled open easily under his touch. Her face was soft, her lips pink and puffy from kisses. Her eyes were wide, green need shining up at him.
“Ro,” he murmured. His breath grew short and ragged as he rocked into her. “Do you have any idea --” his words began to fracture as their bodies met and rose together. “How much I, how much you--”
“Oh, Sam, oh.” He watched her mouth drop open and her lower lip start to tremble. “I, uh, ahhh--” And there they were, those curses, those beautifully filthy curses. He dragged his hips in and out slowly, every movement drawing another sound from her.
Rowena arched her back, grinding against him, seeking friction, seeking Sam. “Please, oh, for the love of, fuck, goddess….” The rest of the syllables that fell from her lips were incomprehensible, at least in English, as she clamped down around him and came.
He didn’t quit fucking her, kept up his steady pace, pushing her higher and farther. She swore and screamed and panted and came again before he let himself go. He buried his face in the velvet soft curve of her neck to her shoulder, murmuring her name.
Sam opened his eyes to Rowena under him, looking up at him, her gaze sparkling. She smiled and batted her eyes, long lashes sweeping her porcelain cheeks. He lowered his mouth and kissed her.
“Oh, Rowena,” he said finally. “Such a sweet filthy mouth you have. Not fit for a lady, you naughty little witch.” She giggled, darting a saucy glance at him from under lowered eyelids.
"But you love me like that," she cooed.
"I wouldn't want you any other way," Sam answered with a grin.
Sam could spend all day listing reasons he loved Rowena. But he would never find words for the ways he loved her the most. For how she cursed and swore when they came together, For how she looked after, all soft and blushed and open.
Sam could spend the rest of his life loving Rowena.
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Thanks @boondoctorwho @itmighthavebeenintentional for the idea. Thanks @there-must-be-a-lock and @mskathywriteswords for prereading.
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