[For Bo] A Succubus and a Demon-spawn Walk Into a Room...

[st_andingtall]

They crossed the small stretch of parking lot without talking, which suited Sam. It was taking all of his mental capacity to remember: 115 was occupied by the manacled blonde, 114 had double four-poster beds, 113 didn't exist, 112 was Kitty, 111 had double beds, 110... 110 had been Henry's room. Part of him wanted to resist, but it was a small part as the rest was currently insisting on naked, now.

He glanced over to see that even though he had a good few inches on her, Bo (and her long, toned legs) had no trouble keeping up with him. It wasn't like him, coming on to a chick he'd known for five minutes, but something about her screamed yes before he'd even thought to consider the question. He might, a little, understand why Dean preferred one-night stands or casual hook-ups. No pretenses, no obligations, no guilt.

Not much guilt. He was still Sam.

That thought carried him to the door of 110. Technically, it should be locked, but Sam had a skeleton key for exorcising or otherwise dealing with ghosts, so he put his hand on the door, slid the card in, and as it swung open, he reached for the woman behind him.

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[st_unaligned]

Had she been able to read minds, she'd have said something about the usefulness of four-poster beds even though the state she was in there'd be no time given to let herself or him be tied up.

The instance the door was opened and Sam reached for her, Bo let go whatever she was holding back. Her hands rushed skillfully to his body, starting from his neck and working their way down his very nicely defined chest - Bo wanted to see what was hidden under that shirt of his.

Her body pressed up against his, her mouth finding his without much guidance in a deep, hungry kiss of want. Each time a part of her skin would touch his, Bo's body would send out a wave of desire and need.

Bo's fingers found the hem of Sam's shirt and began to tug upwards.