samaddon
"i don't believe we've officially met."
she's all deadly glare and razor sharp smiles, red talons glint on the end of a delicate hand that could either caress or kill and it appears as though she goes for the latter. sam's body is flung across the warehouse and into several odds and ends --mostly metal shrapnel. cool.
"i'm abaddon. knight of hell." those sam wicken tendrils she calls her fingers curl into a fist and sam finds his insides being twisted into dust. he's screaming, and she's grinning. "don't slouch, sam -- it's unbecoming."
he's suddenly ramrod straight with blood spilling from his mouth. she's got stilettos on that have to be out of a porno, and leather pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. he pretends that the blood spilling from his lips is more important.
damnit damnit damnit. why did he leave the knife in the car?
"y'know, when i met your brother... he was all hubris. big, strong, tough guy. i thought i was getting to him, by telling him what i'd do with his body... you know, eating babies, torturing women... turns out, i was turning him on. all that time in hell did your brother good, don't you think? i wonder what your time in hell did to you."
"don't you fucking dare bring up my hell."
"oh, soft spot? come to think of it, there's a few things i know about you, sammy."
"it's sam."
she just giggles, long locks of red hair falling over her shoulder. josie sands was beautiful. sam regrets that beauty has been tarnished by the ugly likes of one of the most powerful demons they've ever seen.
"sam, then." she waits until he's making eye contact with her before she moves. she crowds his space, eyes trailing up and down his body like he's a slab of meat and she's sizing him up. it's probably exactly what she's doing. her tongue darts out to swipe across red lips. "you won't say no."
"try me."
she very carefully and very meticulously reaches behind her to pull her hair off to one side, exposing her long neck and the even longer carotid that is beating with every syllable of his name -- sam. sam. sam. sam. sam. over and over. his mouth is suddenly dry.
"when was the last time you had any?"
"shut up."
it's been so long but the trials have him so fucked up, and he's so tired all the time and he's got these fucking nightmares that just won't quit and he knows he's an addict, he gets it, but just one drop, maybe just one fucking drop and he'd be okay, maybe it wouldn't hurt anymore...
she can read him like a book. she stands too close and all sam has to do is breathe in and he's drowning. his eyes roll back into his head, that deliciously disgusting scent, spicy and floral and ugly and burnt but so fucking good, so nasty but his mouth is watering. she leans just out of his reach and he whimpers. she reaches up to cup the back of his neck and suddenly the vice grip on his intestines is released. he could leave, he could run and he could never go near another demon again... but he leans in.
"ah, ah, ah..." she speaks too softly, like if she's too loud he'll get spooked and run off. "not until i know. not until i can trust you."
sam didn't realize he was moaning until she put her mouth on his, licking inside, tasting him. sam opens easily, slides his hands up her sides, settles into the crook of her hips and ruts against her like a teenager. his blood his hot, like it's boiling under his skin and she pulls away when she's satisfied.
"do you want it, sammy?"
"no."
"do you want it, sam?" she repeats herself, letting her fingernails scratch the base of his neck.
"i-i... i..."
her fingers curl into his hair.
"sam. do you. want it."
"...yes."
"then ask for it. even the most powerful queen needs her king."
she leans in again, only this time her kiss is gentle, like she knows sam needs it, like she's got feelings, like she cares, like she isn't the most powerful thing that's ever touched him like this. like abaddon is the salve to his wound. like she's going to fix everything.
"come on, sam -- tell me you want it. i can make everything go away."
his eyes meet her wicked ones and he wonders if they aren't all that different.
"i want it."
