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You stared through the review mirror at the tall cop as he started the car, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looked off to the road again.
There, now you’d absolutely reached rock bottom.
Adam had left you.
You two had had a fight and apparently, that was his breaking point, because the moment you went into the gas station was when he decided he was done.
The joke was on you for including a man in your escape plan, but it wasn’t like you could drive or had a car you could drive.
You needed him, and he knew that.
Your grand plan was going to Mexico, and you refused to give up on it, so you took what you could and backpacked around. You stole what you could, bought what you couldn’t steal with the money you had stolen before, and tried so hard to survive.
And it worked.
Which was why you’d gotten too cocky.
All you wanted was enough food to last the month, so you could find a job somewhere and not worry!
Well, the silver lining was that you were not going to starve any more. You were pretty sure the state wasn’t allowed to starve its prisoners.
The station wasn’t too far away, maybe that was why the big guy had come so quickly.
“We’re here,” he told you, his voice deep and his words short.
You raised your eyes and turned to the side to find a woman already coming out to open the door and take you, and she was at least nice as she guided you under his watchful gaze, and they led you into a cell.
“Stay here,” he commanded. “We’re going to take your prints.”
You moved your wrists when the woman uncuffed you, grateful for being at least free now.
“I didn’t know it was a crime to try not to starve to death,” you snickered, looking their way as they walked off.
The woman didn’t even glance at you, but the cop who’d taken you looked over his shoulder at your face, looking stunned for a second before walking off.
He was the one who came back with the paper and ink, as old school as it came, and you watched him with your arms crossed, only giving him your hand because you knew he had to.
“Walmart won’t miss their ramen,” you complained, staring at him. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
But the cop scoffed.
“You’ve done plenty of wrongs.”
You pulled your hand away after he pressed your fifth finger to the paper.
“Your other hand, please,” he requested.
You bit the inside of your mouth before complying.
“For starters, stealing is a crime,” he painted your thumb. “Food, money, objects… it’s all stealing.”
You scoffed.
Of course, because it was all the same.
“So you suggest I just die?” you tilted your head.
The man glared at you.
“You could get a job,” he pressed your middle finger down hard, not even looking at your face. “Like any decent person.”
He didn’t know, did he?
Jobs asked for a lot of things you didn’t have. Most towns down south were racist little holes with employers who expected someone to slave away in their store and didn’t pay for such a long time!
You were trying to find a job, but he couldn’t expect you to work for two weeks or a month without having any food, any roof?
“Come on, don’t be so hard on her,” the woman cop commented as you walked in front of the camera, passing you the lettering with your name and the date. “Face me, please, sweetheart;”
At least someone was nice.
“Just another runaway teen, Kate,” he spoke, not even looking at you. “I’ve seen enough of those.”
“Your side, please,” Kate requested, and you complied quietly.
You could feel yourself bubbling with anger anyway.
Runaway teen your ass.
But you shut your mouth anyway, remembering the cop shows you’d watched before.
“Is there anything you want to tell us before we go through your backpack?” the cop guy asked, and you could see him holding the pretty backpack you’d stolen a few towns back North.
“I will not speak without a lawyer present,” you decided.
You’d already said too much before this.
The man raised his eyebrows to you and pinched his nose, looking over at Kate.
“Put her in hold,” he told her.
“Do you have a lawyer you want to call, dear?” Kate offered.
She was younger than him, you realised now. Maybe she’d been a cop for less time?
You shook your head. All you knew was that it was your right to have a lawyer, it was… somewhere in the human rights thing of things.
What had the show said?
A… public… something?
“I’d like to speak with a public defender,” you told her. “Please.”
Kate nodded.
“I will guide you to your cell and I’ll call one,” she told you, as if she was talking to a kid who didn’t know things. “Come on.”
One cop hated you, and the other pitied you. For this one, you’d go with pity.
You walked off with her, happy not to be cuffed, and lay on the bench, turning your back to them and facing the wall.
How many public defendants were out there? You were exhausted.
You could use some sleep.
It was Kate who had woken you up, you didn’t even know how long after you’d fallen asleep, and you tried not to grimace at the pain in your arm when you moved. Oh, sleeping over it on a bench wasn’t comfortable.
“Your lawyer is here,” she told you, pointing at the cell where big-guy-cop had put you at first, with the table.
And what wasn’t your surprise when you stepped in and those shoulders were awfully familiar?
When Kate guided you to your chair, you laughed louder than you had ever laughed since your life became a shit storm.
That was a great prank, you had to give it to them.
Big-guy-cop was sat across from you on the table, beardless and looking a bit spooked in his pretty suit and tie, holding a suitcase like he was a real lawyer.
“Yeah, no,” you shook your head, still giggling. “I’m not gonna fall for this. Where’s my lawyer?”
He stood up quickly, offering you a hand, and it was like seeing some Hulk/Bruce Banner shit.
He even looked sweet from this angle.
“Miss, I’m Sam Winchester,” he introduced himself. “Public defendant, I’m here to represent you.”
You looked at him and then at Kate, and she looked like she was trying to fight a smile.
“Sure,” you agreed. “And I’m the Queen of England.”
Sam didn’t even seem surprised, just shaking his head, and looking back at Kate.
“Can I have a moment in private with my client?” he requested.
You were still standing when Kate simply nodded, walking away and closing the cell behind her, leaving you two alone.
“I assume you’ve met my twin,” he focused on you again. “Please, sit down.”
You complied slowly, still shocked.
What the fuck, really?
Twins?
“You are a lawyer and your twin brother is a cop?” you asked. “That’s gotta be a TV show somewhere. Jail and Bail, brothers in action.”
He chuckled as you giggled at your own joke, still a little bit shocked.
“Maybe after this, you can try stand-up,” he suggested, cheeky.
You giggled more, letting yourself relax. Cops weren’t allowed to do shit like that, right? Pretend to be lawyers.
He was nice.
“Look,” you leaned in his direction. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t have any money to pay my way out.”
Sam Winchester softened, looking at you with all pity.
“That’s alright,” he assured you, reading through the paper in his hand. “You got a nice case of a sob story. Homeless young girl with no money… you stole basic food...”
They had already given him all of that on you?
Sam put the papers down and then looked at your face.
“Just look sad,” he told you. “No more being all sassy, you want the judge to feel bad for you.”
You nodded. That sounded like great advice.
“Is there anything else I should know, though?” he asked.
That made you frown.
“Like what?”
He slowed down and lowered his voice.
“Possession of anything they didn’t catch,” he told you. “Or… soliciting? Prostitution.”
Your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly. Oh, God, no!
You weren’t that low yet.
“Nothing like that!” you gasped. “That stuff is dangerous, someone might actually kill me over those.”
You’d seem what happened to girls who got into those stuff. Their lives just turned into hell.
He relaxed, seeming relieved.
“But...” you lowered your voice.
Well, he was your lawyer.
Sam leaned in your direction.
“I stole the backpack too,” you whispered. “Not here. Before.”
Your lawyer – it sounded so fancy to say that, like you were a rich man accused of stealing millions, not just a hungry girl – nodded, not looking too worried.
“Thank you for the honesty,” he told you. “Those are all pretty crimes, and with your situation, even if they figure out the backpack, no one is going to hold it against you.”
You confirmed. Okay, alright.
You weren’t screwed, then.
“We should get you to a homeless centre after this,” he continued. “I have connections to a place, they only take young women. I’m sure they have a bed for you.”
You tried not to shrink in your spot. A homeless centre wasn’t exactly a place you liked being in.
The experience wasn’t the best, they were usually overcrowded and some of those women were creepy.
There were lots of addicts there, people who didn’t clean themselves, babies crying the whole day and night, and you could never sleep with people watching you. And all of them had someone who screamed in her sleep.
More than once some guys had sneaked into the shelters you’d tried to stay in, looking for their wives and putting everyone else in danger.
No, you were safer on your own.
“No,” you shook your head. “I’ll be fine.”
Sam looked at your face, frowning.
“You said you have no money,” he reminded you.
You hardened yourself.
“I know what I said,” you snapped at him. “I said I’ll be fine. You’re my lawyer, not my life coach.”
Sam sighed.
“Listen,” he rested on his chair, looking frustrated. “This is just a slap on the wrist because this is your first offence, but now your prints are in the system. If you ever step anywhere near a crime scene, they’ll know, and to get out of a second arrest isn’t as easy as a first.”
You looked away from him.
“Walmart caught you,” he continued. “You think they won’t alert their other stores? If-”
“I don’t want to spend my life trying to survive!” you interrupted him.
Sam stopped, lowering his hands to the table.
“Have you ever been into any of those shelters?” you asked him. “Have you ever tried to compare living in the streets with living in a gymnasium with another hundred women and 50 kids, with the threat of an ex always looming over their heads? I’m not going. I don’t want to become that.”
“Well, what were you doing before, then?” he asked.
You didn’t answer.
Surviving, that was what you were doing. Being a shadow, stepping through life and not living a moment of it.
There was a long silence between the two of you, and he exhaled.
“Hey,” he called, very softly. “Look at me.”
You complied, grateful that you hadn’t cried over your lack of fortune in a long time. It would be humiliating.
“Let’s just go over what you’re going to say to the judge,” he told you. “Your trial is tomorrow. It will be quick, and then we can figure the rest out later.”
You sat up straighter on your chair.
“Fine,” you mumbled. “Alright.”
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“So what is it with you two?” you leaned on your hand, watching the Cop Twin on his desk from inside your holding cell. “Does he free everyone you lock up?”
He glared at you, closing a folder. It was your second day in prison, and it sucked.
You were antsy, but your lawyer had promised you he would come get you soon.
“Are you rehearsing your jokes for the judge?” he asked. “I don’t know if they’ll work.”
You rolled your eyes.
“What is your name?” you asked. “Something something Winchester. Does it rhyme?”
“Walker,” Cop Twin grumbled.
You frowned.
His first name was Walker?!
“Walker Winchester?” you repeated. “That’s… creative.”
That was ridiculous.
“My surname is Walker,” he corrected you, grumpy.
You frowned. Really?
Twins with different surnames?
They were like the parent trap or something?
“Then what is your first name?” you asked, curious now.
Walker glared at you with a glare.
“I don’t have to tell you that,” he typed something onto his computer.
You thought a little bit, feigning a pout.
“Are you sure?” you asked. “I’m pretty sure I should know who arrested me.”
He didn’t even look at you.
“Walker,” he repeated. “Officer Walker.”
Bond. James Bond.
Kate walked to him with a smile on her face, tilting her head to look at the computer.
“What’s that?”
He glanced at you, looking annoyed.
“Trying to find family,” he told her, frowning a bit, clearly frustrated.
You rolled your eyes.
Of course he was.
“Good luck with that,” you scowled.
He glared at you.
“Your family should know where their runaway is.”
Again with that.
“First off, I’m not a minor, jackass,” you stood up. “Second of al l, I have the perfect website for you, findagrave.com . You’ll have an easier turn getting my parents from there than anywhere else.”
Kate’s eyes turned to you, and you could just see the pity in them.
Officer Walker, though, was none the nicer.
“I’m surprised you weren’t raised by wolves with that mouth of yours,” he typed something down, probably actively looking for your parents’ graves.
Asshole. Probably wanted to see if you were lying.
“Leave them flowers if you find them, I don’t have the money to send more than cards,” you rolled your eyes.
And that was enough, apparently, because even though he was the one trying to make you feel bad for whatever he thought about you, he was the one who snapped.
“Have some respect for the dead,” he hissed in your direction.
You leaned against the bars of your cell, resting your face on them.
“You know, just because you said that… I won’t,” you grinned, teasingly, walked around. “You know I danced on his grave once, as a kid? It was so much fun.”
It wasn’t out of spite. Your dad had died before your mum, and she was always very nonchalant about his death, you had spent a couple of her anniversaries eating fries by his grave while she told you stories about him. She had been the one to spin you and dance with you like they did on their wedding day.
Mum made it hurt less. You didn’t have a lot, but you knew your folks loved you and that they tried their best.
He stood up angrily, stomping to you in all his seven-foot-tall audacity, and you were kind of glad those bars were between you.
“You are a spoiled young lady with no respect for the dead or authority,” Office Walker scolded you. “It is no wonder you are so quickly behind bars. If theft hadn’t gotten you, it was probably something worse.”
You dashed from your spot, grabbing the bars as you stared at him, not intimidated by his size.
“Like what?” you barked back. “Tell me my crimes, officer. What do you think I’ll be caught for next time if you know everything?!”
“Cordell,” Kate called from some corner. “Her lawyer is here.”
Cordell, then. It did rhyme with Samuel.
He rolled his eyes and you watched him go into a different room, looking very annoyed as Samuel made his way to you with a bag.
So they really weren’t the same people.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking back at where his twin had gone.
“Your brother is a dick,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.
His lips twitched.
“Well, he’s a cop,” he quipped. “It’s in the job description.”
You laughed, and he smiled fully.
“Did you feed you?” he asked. “It’s not a good idea to go to your trial hungry.”
“They did,” you assured him. “I didn’t even remember the taste of carrots before today, they are really nice.”
Samuel’s smile faltered a bit, but he kept it on.
“Good,” he told you. “A balanced food group is good for you.”
You gasped, amused.
“You’re a health nut?” you asked, shocked. “No wonder you’re that size.”
He raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised, and you cleared your throat quickly.
“Sorry,” you spoke quickly . “It… came out.”
He smiled gently.
"It's fine, it took a lot of work," Samuel told you. "Kate is going to walk you to the bathroom to change and get ready. I didn't find any makeup, but I ironed the clothes, for you so they don't look too wrinkly."
You nodded, and she came to your cell, at last.
"I'm sure you'll behave and won't need to be cuffed on your way to the bathroom," she raised her eyebrows.
"I cooperate, Kate," you smiled at her, teasingly. "Your coworker is the one that riles me up."
She let you go and walked to the bathroom with you but stayed outside so you could splash some water on yourself.
Your lawyer was nice enough to put some perfume and deodorant in the bag, and a pack of underwear that was inside your backpack. You put one of them on before getting the clothes, and they were very near. A button-up and dress pants, and they looked around your size - maybe smaller on your hips?
It took you by surprise when you put them on and everything was big. The shirt looked like something you had stolen from a boyfriend, and the pants wouldn't stay in place. You looked like a kid who had taken her parents' clothes to pretend to be a grownup.
No wonder Officer Asshole thought you were a minor.
“Kid?” Kate knocked on the door. “I’m opening the door.”
You stood, holding the pants as you waited for her to do so, and she stopped at the sight of you.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, frowning.
You looked down at yourself, and you couldn’t find humour in the situation right then.
“They won’t stay up,” you mumbled. “If I let them go, they’ll fall down.”
You looked at the door and Sam was waiting outside just as well, and Kate turned to look at him.
“We don’t have a belt lying around,” she told him. “Nor new pants.”
He pressed his lips together.
“Do you have a bobby pin?” he asked her.
She nodded.
“I can use it,” he requested it. “Can I come in?”
Kate nodded, and you watched him step in, cheeks pink as she took a pin from her hair.
“Excuse me,” Samuel spoke, kneeling behind you. “Hold the shirt, please?”
You complied, not looking at him.
Well, that was embarrassing.
Kate kept watching you closely, keeping her eyes on him.
“I was a skinny kid when we grew up,” he told you as you felt him moving. “Always had to share everything with Cordell, and he was always big because of his sports… everyone knew which twin I was by my size.”
You chuckled. Poor kid.
Samuel did something you couldn’t quite see as you held the shirt up, and it wasn’t long until you felt the waist of the pants fitting snuggly around you.
“My mum taught me a trick,” he told you. “Don’t worry, the shirt will cover everything up, and we can work on getting you something more adequate later.”
You frowned. Later?
“Brush your hair,” he told you, fixing his shirt. “I’ll wait outside. You look great.”
He took a pretty comb out of his pocket and gave you a hair tie.
“You’ll need a shower when we get out of here, I’ll get you the stuff you need.”
You felt your face hot, moving your hand to your hair before complying with his instructions. It wasn’t tangled, but only because it was so greasy.
“I’m not going to a homeless shelter,” you reminded him.
Samuel looked at your face and his shoulders fell, and he let out a breath .
“I know,” he told you. “I… I have a place where I can take you.”
You frowned.
“You do?”
“One thing at a time,” he told you. “First, we get you through court. When you are a free woman, we can talk about what the free woman will do.”
You hesitated, looking at him. But do you have any other option? No.
“Sure,” you mumbled.
You expected to be put in a police car or some big car with other people , but your lawyer just guided you into his own car with his brother watching you two - looking very annoyed.
"I'll do all the talking," Samuel told you, driving out already. "You can look guilty but don't say anything. You'll plead guilty."
That made you frown.
"But that means they'll lock me up."
"They won't," he corrected you. "You are homeless, young, and this is your first offence, the judge will take pity on you, and he knows me and Cordell, he knows I wouldn't be defending you if you weren't a good person."
You fell into silence, surprised.
So he met you twice and had no doubts that you were a good person already?
"Thank you," you mumbled.
You watched him from the corner of your eyes.
How many connections did he have to be that good with a judge?
Was his brother in the same boat, friends with judges? They both certainly had different opinions of you.
You took in a deep breath as you got into the courthouse, and Samuel gave you a minute to check in yourself on the car window before pointing to the door.
"Let's go," he told you. "I'm sure everything will go well."
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Samuel was right.
The judge only asked you if he was telling the truth, and waved you off with no fees, just telling you to never do it again, and that was it.
It was shockingly simple.
“I told you,” he smiled as you two walked out. “How are you feeling?”
You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose and letting out a chuckle.
“Better,” you confessed.
Your life was a crazy thing, a bit of a roller-coaster, but nothing had ever been as scary as prison, actually.
“You are a free woman,” Samuel smiled. “Let’s go get your things with Cordell.”
You breathed in deep. Well, you still needed to see him, hm?
That was such a weird name, though. Cordell.
Couldn’t they have picked a nicer name for him? Gabriel, Daniel… so many names ended up in El!
“Yeah,” you agreed.
He opened the door to the car for you – again – and you sat quietly in the car as he drove off. He was really nice, wasn’t he?
“So,” he called, looking at you, still so light.
Your lawyer was quite the pretty boy, wasn’t he?
You hadn’t realised that when your head was on the line.
“Where do you think you’re going to go after here?” he asked.
That made you frown.
Well, he… he had said to you he had a plan. Didn’t he?
Was he lying?
“You said you had a plan!” you answered back. “You don’t?”
Samuel was taken aback for a moment.
“I do,” he confirmed quickly. “I have a plan.”
You raised your eyebrows to him, waiting for an answer.
“So?” you pressed.
You were fucking homeless! Where did he expect you to go?
“Look,” Samuel spoke suddenly. “There’s the station, let’s get your stuff.”
He left the car, and you stared at him when he opened the passenger door for you again.
Yeah, that guy did not have a plan.
You were relying completely on a man who did not have a plan.
This had to be Adam 2.0.
Well, Adam hadn’t gotten you out of prison, so it was… less bad?
You followed Samuel inside, and Cordell had the sourest face when he saw the two of you entering the station.
“No,” he dropped your backpack on a table.
Samuel’s shoulders fell, and you glanced at him.
What now?
“We haven’t talked about it,” he pointed at him.
“We are talking now,” his brother argued back. “And the answer is no.”
He walked off, and Samuel rolled his eyes and looked at you for a moment.
“Can you give us a moment?” he requested. “This is family stuff. I’ll be back. You need to go through a checklist to make sure you have everything you had there before.”
You nodded, and he pushed his twin into another room, and you were left confused as they walked off. It was the first time you saw them side by side. Cool.
They were not the same person.
“We can do it together, kid,” Kate offered.
She sat on the table, and you sat with her, breathing out.
“We do have the food that you stole as evidence,” she told you. “But you can’t take that with you;”
You nodded, a bit boomed. Yeah, you had figured that out.
She opened the backpack in front of you, and took everything out, spreading it around the table.
You had very few things. The pack of underwear, toothbrush and hairbrush, two changes of clothes, a bottle of cheap liquid soap, a very thin picture album with your family… oh, a pair of socks too, you’d forgotten about those. And your toothpaste, but it was like, almost over.
“Oh, that’s from the store,” you said quickly when she pulled a bar of soap. "I was running out of liquid soap."
Kate nodded, setting it aside.
And that was it.
That was all you had.
You stared at it, the room feeling too quiet.
“I’m sorry about your parents,” Kate spoke, making you look up at her face. “They seemed like good people.”
You nodded, breathing in. Well, it’d been long enough that it didn’t hurt too much.
“They were,” you agreed. “They were wonderful.”
She smiled pitifully at you.
“I-”
“I’m fine,” you interrupted her. “I’m an adult. I can handle myself.”
You’ve been handling yourself for years already, no need to sit around to mope over it.
She simply nodded, folding your clothes carefully and putting them in the bag, fitting everything very neatly in it. You looked at the door of the private room when Cordell and Samuel walked out, and the grumpy one looked even grumpier.
You stood up quickly, and your lawyer smiled at you.
“We can go,” he told you.
Go?
You just stared at him.
“Where?” you asked back. “Cause there’s no way I’m getting in your car without a 100% certainty you’re not dropping me at a shelter.”
Samuel shook his head, sighing a bit.
“I’m not,” he assured you. “We have a big house and there is a tone of space and extra rooms, and you’re going to take one of them.”
“I’ll what now?” you asked back, not even holding yourself back.
Cordell walked to you two, still looking mad, but instead of disagreeing with him, he just stood by his brother.
“This will give you a better chance at finding work and not falling back into prison,” he crossed his arms, condescending.
Samuel rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother.
“Look at it as a temporary home,” he told you, his eyes very soft. “A place to rest your feet and not worry about a roof and food.”
You hesitated.
Yeah.
But their house?!
Your lawyer stepped closer to you, offering you a hand to hold, but you were still a bit hesitant, so you didn’t take it.
“You said it yourself, you stole the food so you could have something to eat while you looked for a job,” he reminded you. “Now you have shelter, food, a bathroom, a bed… all yours for as long as you need it.”
Yeah, that didn’t sound real.
“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think so.”
You, living alone with two grown single men, and one of them was a cop.
You weren’t that stupid.
Cordell let out an annoyed breath.
There had to be a catch.
“No?” he asked back. “You’re refusing a home with everything you need?”
You wanted to roll your eyes.
That asshole.
“I, a homeless woman without a family, without a job, am refusing to live with two men I’ve only known for two days, who are double my size in height and weight and can take me off with a single hand because that is exactly the size of my throat, one who happen to be a lawyer with incredibly good connections in this town, probably this state, and the other a cop with a lot of experience in the system who still refused to believe I’m not a minor and takes every single opportunity he has in his hands to intimidate me,” you corrected him.
Samuel seemed taken aback by your explanation and seemed to feel at least guilty, but not his brother, no.
“Are you implying that we would willingly endanger you?” he asked, completely offended.
You raised your eyebrows to him.
“Seriously?” you asked back simply.
Did he really want an answer?
Was that dude really that clueless?
“Y/N,” Sam spoke softly. “I know how it sounds. But we really want to help, this isn’t malicious, I promise.”
“What about the shed?” Cordell asked suddenly.
You both turned to him, and Sam seemed surprised.
“The shed?”
Cordell focused fully on you.
“There’s a shed, with an independent entrance from our house,” he crossed his arms. “You go in and out whenever you want, you can take the keys, and we won’t have easy access to it. And there’s a mini fridge, and we have a hot plate somewhere in the house. Would that make you feel safer?”
You eyed him, mistrustful.
A shed?
“It has a bathroom,” Samuel added quickly. “Full. Toilet, cabinet, shower and bathtub...”
“And there’s only one key?” you asked him.
Cordell put his hand in his pocket, digging for a keychain, and worked a key with some blue paint on it out of it, showing it to you and raising his eyebrows.
You opened your hand hesitantly, and he placed it on your palm.
“One and only key,” he put it there. “We can put a bolt in it for you.”
You stared at the little key, still very confused.
“Why are you helping me?” you looked at them. “Why are you doing this?”
And instead of answering you, the bearded man who had arrested you just turned to look at his twin lawyer, and Samuel had a soft look on his face when he looked at you.
“People like you get forgotten by the system,” he explained. “And he can’t fix every problem, I can’t fix the system, but I can at least help you.”
You squinted at him. So you were his new project? A girl he thought he could fix?
“How many days until I get that bolt?”
“We can do it by tonight,” Cordell crossed his arms. “When I’m out.”
You breathed in and out. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a free room with free food, and you could use the time in there to save money and get a place of your own.
“Okay,” you told them. “Alright. The shed.”
Samuel smiled, looking like he was absolutely relieved.
As if it mattered if you took it or not, as if it was going to change their lives in any way.
Chapter Text
Samuel didn’t take you home right away, but instead, he brought you to Target.
You couldn’t get over the feeling people were looking at you.
Maybe it was your oversized clothes, or the fact you hadn’t showered in a day and a half, or the fact you hadn’t washed your hair in a week. You probably looked so disgusting.
“Okay, so,” Samuel reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled list. "I've got a list of what we need. I'm thinking we can pick up some things here and then head to the thrift store for the items that'll last longer."
You watched him, confused.
“Last?” you asked.
Samuel raised his eyes from the little notebook in his hand.
"Well, you know," he explained, shrugging. "A jacket, a proper coat for the winter, a hoodie or maybe even three... Target sells more basic stuff, and you know how fast fashion can be."
You stared at him.
Who did he think he was talking to, another lawyer?
“You deserve to get a look into more than basic stuff,” he insisted.
You watched him, still quiet. Gosh, he really was invested in making you his new project.
“Sure,” you spoke slowly. “Go ahead.”
He took the lead, holding the list in his huge hand, his suit jacket and tie already gone, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his forearms for a moment.
That man had no right to be that hot.
"Okay, so," he began, his voice drawing you back to the task at hand, "Hygiene products. You need shampoo and conditioner, some soap, face wash, deodorant, lotion, facial moisturiser, sunscreen..."
Moisturiser? Sunscreen? Who wasted money on that?
He turned to you, a curious expression on his face, as if he were about to ask something but thought better of it.
"You can pick whatever you want," he finally said. "Whatever you like."
You eyed him up, sceptical. Anything you wanted? That was hard to believe. But he was paying, so… well, you already had nothing. Whatever you walked out with was already a lot.
So you picked a few stuff – soap with nice scents, and a shampoo and conditioner that looked like it would last you a good while so you wouldn’t need to ask him for more and deodorant – and let him just pile the things he thought were important in that little isle, and just nodded quietly at the scent you liked more when he offered between two options.
“I’ll… go get socks,” he looked at you, seeming a bit uncertain. “And gloves for winter. And you can go get your… feminine hygiene products.”
You stared at him.
Period stuff. He was embarrassed about getting your period stuff.
“How old are you again?” you asked back.
His whole face became pink, and he opened and closed his mouth.
“Period, Samuel,” you spoke it slowly. “It’s just a little bit of blood.”
He looked even pinker, and cleared his throat quickly before you walked out.
“Sam,” he corrected you. “Just call me Sam.”
You gave him a little nod back.
If he insisted.
“Let’s… go along, then,” he cleared his throat. “To the period isle.”
Sam pushed the cart as you shook your head, but he did stay by your side as you got yourself a box of pads and some tampons and a pack of shaving razors, trying his hardest to look normal as he waited for you.
“Don’t you have any sisters?” you checked the price of the box.
Was this as cheap as they had for this size? You’d seen a big box for a better price in another town!
“No,” he answered. “It’s just me and Cordell, and our younger brother Liam.”
You glanced back at him. Three of them?!
“Damn, I wouldn’t want to be your mum,” you mumbled.
Poor woman must have suffered a lot through their teens.
He chuckled.
“She managed,” Sam countered, sounding a bit amused. “Mum was great.”
You glanced back at him, the tone something very familiar to you.
“Was?” you asked.
His eyes widened when he seemed to realise what you were implying.
“Oh, is,” he corrected himself. “Our parents live in a different town. I was the one who moved out to venture into the world and came back to a more... urban area.”
You nodded quickly, a bit embarrassed.
And that was why you shouldn’t assume.
“And you?” he asked. “Any… siblings,” but the tone died slowly, as if he was realising the answer as he spoke it.
“Just me,” you checked the pads again, eyeing the brand you were more comfortable with, uncomfortable.
They weren’t the cheapest available, but they were what you knew.
And Sam said you could get whatever you wanted.
You put them into the cart quickly, trying not to overthink.
You felt his eyes on you, curious and yet very quiet.
“My dad died when I was in elementary school,” you grabbed the metal cart, pretending to organise it. “And my mum when I was in high school. I lived with a nice neighbour until I turned eighteen, but she was really old and… yeah. Never had any siblings, never met any cousins… it’s just me.”
It’d always been just you.
Sam breathed in deep, looking affected.
"I'm sorry about that," he apologised.
You bit your cheek.
"Thanks," you mumbled. "I'm done here."
He cleared his throat quickly.
"Let's find you some winter supplies."
You followed him out, watching him.
Maybe it was judgemental of you, but you couldn't imagine how someone could just move away from their parents and just venture into the world, like he said.
How could one just give up on being around family?
He marked his list silently, and you were already embarrassed as you looked into the cart.
It was full already, and he didn’t even seem done.
Sam walked you into the clothing isle, quickly reaching for a pair of gloves in clearance.
“Winter gets cold here, they are probably getting the old season out to start hyping for the cool season,” he wandered through them. “What do you think, two?”
You moved on your feet, a bit uncomfortably.
“I mean, I only have one pair of hands,” you shrugged.
He shrugged a bit.
“Always good to have extras.”
Sam got your three. And then two packs of socks, two packs of underwear – and he kept his embarrassment to himself when it came to that – and even put a pair of cute pyjamas into the cart too.
He roughly measured a pair of jeans around your waist before putting it in the car too, and got two shorts out in the same size, and so many shirts you couldn’t count as he dropped them.
It made you feel like a doll he was playing dress up with, but honestly… you couldn’t quite say anything about it.
You had two changes of clothes. If you walked out, you would have two changes of clothes.
Even the clothes on your body weren’t yours, they were his.
So you let him, and just nodded when he showed you some pink bedding and pillows, and followed him to the cashier.
The girl in there looked very surprised as she looked between the two of you, and you looked away from her gaze to keep yourself from just shrinking in your spot, and saw the sign of ‘hiring’ by an information station.
“I’ll go get a form,” you told him quickly.
There was a chipper girl standing there, and she gave you a bright smile when your gazes crossed.
“A… hiring form, please,” you requested, nervous.
She pulled one, and gave it to you.
“We also have an online form if you want to apply from home and get an online response,” she told you.
“Thanks,” you wavered it.
You walked back to Sam, and he looked very excited.
“A form,” he celebrated, sounding impressed.
You smiled nervously.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “A form.”
The two of you fell into silence and you moved on your feet, a bit uncomfortable.
“Oh, I’ll need a pen to fill this up,” you mumbled.
Sam looked at you, and then grabbed a pack from nearby.
“Here,” he told you. “Got you a pack.”
You smiled back to him.
“Thanks,” you smiled to him.
The cashier looked at you and then him, and smiled at you two.
“Okay, dad,” she praised.
Your eyes widened, and you felt your whole face going hot.
Did she…
Did you…
You looked right back at Sam, waiting for him to answer her, but he just gave her a very embarrassed smile – practically a grimace.
Oh, you really hoped this place wasn’t the gossiping kind.
Chapter Text
You tried not to look too surprised when Sam pulled up to a big country house, decorated in a way that in your mind just screamed Texas.
It was huge, so suburban and more what you'd expect for a family than two just two single - wait, were they single? - brothers who worked in professions that you were sure kept them very busy.
Sam opened the door for you to get out of the car, but didn’t go into the garage yet, just parking up in front of it.
“Let me show you the shed,” he spoke, sounding a little too excited. “Oh, wait. Do you want a tour of the house?”
You tried not to grimace.
“Maybe later?” you asked.
The idea of a shower was just getting better and better now that you were actually close to a place where you could take one.
“Of course,” Sam agreed quickly and pointed ahead for you. “Let me show you the shed first.”
You followed him through the side of the house, and you saw Cordell outside going through a box. He seemed refreshed from work, in a nice tight shirt that almost made you forget how much of an asshole he was to you.
Those were very big arms.
“Shed’s cleared out,” he affirmed, putting the big box on the floor.
Sam stopped, looking annoyed.
“Are those our documents? You didn’t have to take those out.”
Cordell scoffed.
“It’s our property,” he spoke simply. “She can be a guest, but she doesn’t have the right to snoop around.”
You rolled your eyes.
Yeah, that made you remember him alright.
Sam let out an annoyed sigh.
“I’m so sorry,” he looked at you. “He’s an asshole to me too, if it helps.”
That made you chuckle.
“Eh,” you shrugged. “I’d be way more surprised if he was nice.”
That troubled youth label was glued to your name during middle school and everyone started treating you just like him – and it never stopped.
“Let’s get inside,” Sam decided, glaring at his brother.
Cordell scoffed, and you walked into the shed – which, admittedly, looked bigger than you expected it to be.
It was more like a tiny home, not a little shed. It had a little space with a fridge and a small counter. There was a TV, a little table, and a couch that looked like it became a bed.
Well… the problem was that it was all one room. Everything in the same space, except for the bathroom door.
It was a bedroom sized living-kitchen-bedroom. But honestly, it was better than any place you’d slept on since hitting the road.
“What do you think?” Sam asked, sounding anxious.
You looked back at him, a bit unsure.
Well… it was fine. It was a place, and it had a bathroom, and a bed. And hopefully the ceiling didn’t have leaks.
“It’s nice,” you looked at him. “Very… nice.”
You heard a noise at the door, and Cordell walked in with some of the bags, and he slapped Sam’s shoulder, giving him a strong look.
“Oh, I’ll go get the rest of the stuff,” he told you. “And you can just shower and settle, and… oh,” he interrupted himself. “I better give you my phone number, I’ll text you when we are done with dinner.”
You watched him, a bit wide-eyed.
Oh.
You had to eat with them?
He picked up his phone from his pocket, and you did the same, just offering it to him, unlocked.
Sam looked a bit surprised when he saw it, but said nothing, just typing his number on it, and you watched him send himself a text, and check it on his phone.
“There,” he smiled. “I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”
You tried not to look uncomfortable as you nodded.
“Okay,” you mumbled.
Cordell walked inside with the rest of the bags, and you eyed him up quietly, and he placed a charged and earphones on a table
before he put a phone on the table with a charge and some earbuds before walking off quietly.
“Get comfortable,” Sam told you, smiling. “I’ll let you know when dinner is done.”
He walked off, closing the door, and you stood quietly in the shed.
So… this was home for the next few months.
You could deal with it, yeah.
Chapter Text
“The cheap wine used to be in this section,” you mimicked, taking off your coat angrily. “Why did you change the prices of the shit I buy?”
Fucking retail.
“Why are you stocking in this direction, Y/N? I always like to stock from left to right.”
Fucking Susan.
When was the last time she stocked?! You’d never seen her doing that!
You were the one who did it!
“Why is the red wine that high up? It’s not meant to be that high up. The fucking brand wanted it high up!” you growled to yourself, tossing off your bra and throwing on a sweater, trying to find some shorts.
Retail.
Of all the jobs you could find, you found retail!
And of all retail jobs you could find, you found the fucking Target where Mrs Fucking Susan thought she was the smartest girl in the room and could command a Target.
You grabbed your pillow and groaned into it.
You could have gone to college. It would put you in debt, but it would also have put you to work somewhere that was not a fucking Target with fucking Susan.
God damn nightmare.
You put your pillow down and looked out through the window.
Sam and Cordell were still at work.
They probably had a drink cabinet. And it definitely had whiskey. Walker was the whiskey kind.
They wouldn’t miss a little bit of it, and you really – really – needed a drink.
You had been living with the twins for while now, and while you had dinner with them every night, you’d never seen much of their house.
In the beginning, it was a little weird to have a full meal with every single day, but it was a nice routine you had to admit you enjoyed. Sam’s cooking as good and he always stuck to a usual time, and it made you feel like you were welcome.
Dressed, at last, you walked inside through the back door and into the kitchen, and the place was just dead silent.
You glanced around at the room, but you knew it already, and just ignored the dining room, because you had set up the table enough times to know no good stuff was there aside from some fancy wine you were afraid of even touching.
The living room was really pretty, old style and very… Texan.
You stopped by one wall and looked over the photos on it. Yeah, Sam was right, Cordell was way bigger than him as a teenager.
Poor boy. It probably felt weird.
Their parents were pretty good-looking.
You walked out, anyway. Nothing to drink there.
You followed the wall and the pictures, almost like some bread crumbs to Hansel and Gretel – everything was there, graduation pictures on both sides, police academy shit and many, many photos of them separated.
There weren’t any photos of both the twins as adults together, which also checked out. They didn’t seem to be that close.
If you had a twin, you’d be glued to her by the hip.
Anyway, they stopped in front of an open door, and your eyes zeroed right on a whiskey bottle standing by the picture of…
Wait, what?
You walked inside without thinking, looking closer.
A woman and kids that looked like they were hers.
Did they have a sister? You hadn’t seen any girl in the pictures.
You picked up the bottle and eyed the glass by its side, and poured whiskey into it before pulling a chair for yourself, looking at her.
She was really pretty.
You eyed the glass.
Well, good for her.
You sat down on the spinning chair behind you, by a desk, and took the glass of whiskey.
Maybe you should start buying drinks for yourself, stock them in your little shed.
It would make dealing with Susan a lot easier.
You squinted at your glass, drinking from it and letting the liquid burn down your throat.
Or maybe you could just borrow this little bottle.
No one would miss it.
You rested your head on the seat behind you, moving side to side, soothing yourself as you looked around.
It was a really pretty office, though it looked like was mashed up with a man cave. Lots of DVDs and a big TV, a few books you didn’t recognise – not that you read a lot of them, but they didn’t look like anything that you had picked up through life.
You weren’t that smart at school. Or in general.
Your lower lip turned down against your will.
High school was horrible, honestly. You were the poorest kid around, no one wanted to be around you.
I mean, was anything not-horrible in your life?
You drank more, chasing away the sad thoughts.
Nope, you weren’t going to go through that mental hell.
Was this Sam’s office? You’d think he would have more books.
But then, again. You didn’t think Cordell would had many books, he didn’t strike you as the book-smarts kind of guy.
You exhaled, closing your eyes.
You could slam one of those books on Susan’s head.
And on that Karen customer.
They certainly deserved it.
You finished your glass and set it down, enjoying the soft buzz in your body and caught a picture by the corner, hanging closer to the door.
Cordell and Sam. A picture together, at last.
You pouted slowly, exhaling.
Living with them was nice. With them? Near them.
By them in… parallel lives?
They were fucking hot, that’s what they were.
By living in the shed, you got the privilege of being able to watch them doing the most mundane things, from exercising to taking out the garbage, and damn you if you didn’t like looking.
They were also really different in the way they treated you.
Sam was so nice, so sweet and helpful.
Cordell just barely looked at you more than twice a night, and barely interacted with you if he didn’t have to, aside from just being polite.
It did something to you.
Maybe you were used to bad guys or to just getting crumbs of attention, but sometimes you were just secretly hungry for even a little look from him.
It didn’t help that he was that big.
What a god damn well-fed man.
They were both well fed, to say the least.
You rubbed a hand over your face.
Fuck, you could climb those two like a tree. It was embarrassing.
You smirked.
Oh, how different would they be?
Sam was so sweet, he had to be soft.
Oh, he would give the sweetest kisses, the softest touches.
He would trace his fingers up your neck to tease you.
You chuckled softly.
Cordell would grab it. He felt like the grabbing type, the kind to toss you over his desk and fuck you hard.
You let out a little mix of a moan and a whine, and poured yourself a bit more whiskey, sinking in the comfortable, padded chair as you drank it, the alcohol making your cheeks warm. It was probably so expensive, Cordell was a fancy boy.
Fuck, he would give you a good pound, you knew that.
It’d been such a long time since you were fucked – and the whiskey wasn’t being any helpful about that.
You had been living in survival mode for such a long time, now that you didn’t have to do that anymore, everything really was coming back to your focus.
You ran your fingers over your naked thigh slowly, making circles and watching the fine hairs on your skin rising in response.
Oh, you had some money, your savings were working well. Maybe you could get a vibrator.
You giggled.
It would certainly get your brain into the right place.
You traced your fingers up and up, teasing yourself with your eyes closed.
Your fingers were just barely tempting the seam of your shorts when you felt your chair spinning around, stopping in a car-break style, and you grabbed the glass quickly so as to not drop it, pulling your hand off like a child who’d just been caught with her hand in cake batter.
Cordell was standing right in front of you with the same look he had on his face when he arrested you.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Chapter Text
“What are you doing?”
You stared up at Cordell, raising your eyebrows, wide eyed in his comfy big chair.
Oh, shit. You were caught.
Well, he was less inquisitive when he arrested you.
“Hi,” you spoke slowly, putting the glass down on the desk. “You’re home early.”
Cordell didn’t even flinch.
“It’s six,” he said simply.
Your eyes widened. Oh, shit.
“Get up,” he stepped away from you, taking the glass from the table and your reach.
You tried to, getting up on your feet, but fell right back down, dizzy,
Oh, double shit.
Had you eaten since lunch?
Yeah, that whiskey was swimming in an empty stomach.
That did not feel good.
“Give me a second,” you request, trying to keep your tone light. “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute, officer.”
Well, he didn’t give you a second. Or half of it, really.
“We house you, we feed you, help you, and that’s how you pay us?” Cordell asked, turning right to you, and you felt like a little kid being scolded by a very angry dad.
Us?
Them as a pair, as a group of people.
Oh, no, no, big daddy.
“Us?” you repeated, too drunk to bite your tongue, waving your finger. “Sam does all of that. Sam found me a home, Sam feeds me, Sam helps me. You whine about me being here, that is different.”
Who did he think he was? Your father? Your parole officer?!
Well, you didn’t have neither!
“You complain anytime you have to see me, and talk to me as if I’m a dog your brother found in the middle of a road!” you reminded him, not caring about your voice raising. “A little thief girl, walking around and being a bother by simply existing!”
Anger bittered your mouth, and if you were sober, maybe you would stay quiet, but you weren’t sober.
“She can never do anything right,” you pushed yourself to your feet, putting your hand on the desk for balancing, and Cordell’s face was a blurry thing now for some reason. “Why is she around? Why won’t she just scatter away or die in prison like she deserves?”
You blinked, feeling something warm on your face, and finally caught sight of him.
Cordell was frozen, opening and closing his mouth like he was a fish out of water.
“I… don’t,” he shook his head. “I don’t think like that.”
You scoffed, falling sat down.
“Wanna know what I think?” you smirked. “You like your women like this-”
Your eyes stopped on the and you pointed at it.
“Pretty and quiet and in pictures,” you hissed, and chuckled sadly. “Probably bred with a couple of kids or more, to keep her in the kitchen.”
He moved so fast you didn’t even see him.
In a second he was in front of you, and then he was grabbing you by your arm and making you stand up again.
“You know what you need?” he hissed, looking furious out of a sudden. “You need a father.”
Everything moved faster than anything you’d ever seen, and in a blink of an eye you were over his lap on the couch, with your head on the handle and a hand holding you in place by the middle of your back.
“Should have done this from day one,” he grunted, propping his thigh up without any effort.
You were stunned, too shocked to stay anything.
The moment his hand hit your ass, you couldn’t hold a big gasp.
His hand was huge. You’d put on some weight, but he could still fully hold you down in a one-hand grip,
Cordell hit you on the right side then the left, unstopping, with no mercy or a moment for you to think fully.
Even without giving you a full force hit – if you were to be honest, it didn’t even hurt! - the touch still made you bounce.
It took the breath from your lungs, each slap making your whole body heat up more and more, stroking the fire he wasn’t even aware you’d started on your own.
You tried to power through it and hold in your sounds, but that only last so long.
It hurt, it burned your skin. His hand was too big, didn’t he know that?
Stupid tears welled up in your eyes. No one had ever spanked you, you were a good kid!
You whined, raising your hands back over your own ass, trying to stop his hands from hitting you again, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back.
“I am teaching you a lesson,” he growled. “And you’ll learn it.”
You sniffed, unable to keep yourself fully composed.
“I’ve learned it!” you tried to argue with him. “I’ve learned my lesson!”
That finally made him stop, and you took in a deep breath, clinging to whatever was under you.
“Thank you,” you whimpered. “Thank you!”
You gasped when Cordell grabbed you and manhandled you up, sitting you right on one of his knees, and you whimpered in both shock and the feeling of him against your pussy and your poor ass.
“Then say it,” he commanded, looking right into your eyes, and his face was still hard.
You whined again, feeling your lips turning down against your will into a stupid pout and trying to blink your tears away.
“I’ll…” you looked for words. “I’ll not touch your things again.”
That was why he was mad, right? Because you touched his things, his whiskey.
Cordell kept his eyes on you, exploring your face, and touched your jaw slowly, cradling it, pulling you a little closer.
He moved his thumb over your lower lip slowly and pushed it in.
“I can feel you,” Cordell whispered, holding you firmly. “You’re dripping down your thighs.”
You squirmed, feeling them a bit shaky.
No, you weren’t.
Were you?!
Cordell raised his knee, and you whimpered when he did so, the feeling both a surprise and a surge of pleasure in you.
Fuck.
You were about to protest when he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, shutting you up.
“Silly little girl,” he mocked you. “Getting wet for your punishment. How are you ever going to learn?
You whined around his finger, and opened your mouth more when he replaced his thumb by two fingers.
“Wet from your eyes, wet from your cunt,” he hummed. “Let’s make you drool a little, make your mouth match?”
You moaned, his thigh making your poor neglected clit throb, and squirmed on top of him, trying to get more – more of what, you weren’t sure.
“I know you,” he hummed, pushing his fingers into and out of your mouth as if fucking it. “You need structure. That’s what’s wrong with you.”
You tried to squeeze your thighs around him, but Cordell slapped your thigh, and you jumped in shock.
“Be good,” he chastised you.
You squirmed more, trying to get something, any kind of rubbing, too needy to be your sound mind.
Why wouldn’t he give you more? Why tease you?
“Do you wanna me to give it to you?” Cordell asked, holding his fingers against your tongue.
You tried not to gag at the feeling, nodding as you blinked your wet eyes.
“Yes, sir,” he hummed, pulling his fingers out of your mouth.
You trembled as he smeared your chin and neck with your drool, his face unmoving.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered.
Cordell exhaled, and seemed to relax.
“Gimme a little kiss,” he decided.
You leaned into him and held onto his shoulders to level yourself, moaning when you felt him pressing against your clit, and were honestly surprised when he held you by your hair, pressing his lips against yours and slipping his tongue inside without as much of a warning.
He kissed you… well, no. He devoured you, holding you, moving his mouth as if you were something he’d been hungry for since before he was alive.
Cordell held you by your neck and by your waist, pushing his hand under your sweater and clenching his fingers on your back, holding you against his body.
His teeth scrapped against your lower lip as you tried to search for more of him, but he pulled away anyway, moving his lips down to your neck, breathing in deep, licking your skin as you panted above him.
“Please,” you clung to him, mind drowning in haziness. “Sir.”
More.
Cordell inhaled deep against your sweater, and you both froze together at the sound of a door opening downstairs.
“I’m home,” Sam’s voice announced loudly. “Take out’s in the kitchen, I need a shower.”
You stiffened, spooked.
Oh, shit, Sam was home! He was-
“Shh,” Cordell spoke quickly, holding you. “He doesn’t need to now.”
You swallowed down, looking down at him.
How would he not know? You needed to get down the stairs to get out! He would see you!
Cordell made you stand up, and straightened your clothes before doing the same to himself, and you could hear Sam’s steps as he walked past the study quickly, and another door closed and locked.
“Shower,” he told you firmly. “When you come back to dinner, I want you clean and dressed decently.”
You nodded, and he moved his hand down to your torso, finding your breast through your sweater, and pinched it from over the thick fabric.
“You won’t touch your pussy,” he commanded. “You’ll be good.”
Your pussy throbbed, empty and untouched.
Not fair!
But you nodded anyway. You could be good, he would see!
“Yes, sir,” you mumbled.
Cordell nodded simply.
“Go on,” he told you. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Chapter Text
It was very tempting to do exactly the opposite of what Cordell told you.
And loopholes, there were so many loopholes.
He said you weren’t supposed to touch your pussy. You could grind against your pillow, without having your hand touching your pussy.
And the showerhead, you could use the showerhead.
It was a good showerhead.
You had cum with that shower head. More than once.
But no. You couldn’t do that, because he had caused this, and if he had caused this he was going to solve this because Cordell Winchester Walker owed you this orgasm.
So you showered and washed yourself, and ignored the feeling of the water right against your clit, and ignored your clit very much as you tried to clean off your wetness. You washed your hair and put on a decent maxi dress.
But you didn’t put on underwear, because if you were going to be good, then he was going to pay you for it.
You brushed your hair and put on some sweet perfume, but stopped yourself from doing anything else.
Sam had a good pair of eyes.
You shifted on your feet.
Sam had a good pair of eyes, didn’t he?
You hummed a little bit, looking at yourself.
A tiny bit of colour wouldn’t do you bad.
You put the lipstick on with your finger, just a little bit of it to get your lips less pale, to look like you’d been kissed for a long, long time.
Devoured.
You entered the house through the kitchen door, and both the twins were already sitting on the dining table, and Sam was just setting a plate for you with the take-out box over it.
“Hey,” he greeted you, smiling largely. “I got us some Chinese food.”
You gave him a big smile.
“Oh,” you dragged the word. “Nice. Thank you, Sam.”
He seemed a bit surprised but mirrored it right away, and you took the seat right next to his, dragging your plate along. Your ass felt a little sensitive, but it wasn’t too bad, you would survive.
“Good day at work?” Sam asked.
You pressed your lips together, still grinning.
“You can say so,” you spoke slowly. “I had… uh… a nice experience.”
Finally, you glanced aside, and Cordell was watching you with a very strong look on his face, and you winked at him as Sam grabbed a fork for you from the nearest drawer.
“Really?” he asked. “I know retail can be so stressful,”
You shrugged.
“Some days can be good,” you said simply. “How was your day?”
He gave you the fork, and you made sure to brush against his fingers as you did it.
“Nothing much,” he shrugged. “I got some new paperwork for a case I’m taking on.”
You raised your eyebrows, resting your chin on your hand.
“Really?” you asked him. “Tell me more?”
Sam sat fully, pouring veggies onto his plate.
You could see Cordell moving uncomfortably on his seat from the corner of his eyes.
“It’s really boring,” he told you. “Being a lawyer is just piles and piles of paperwork, reading and filling up stuff. You will be bored senseless.”
You hummed a bit, shaking your head.
“Sam,” you leaned a little closer to him. “You’ve helped me more than anyone ever has. I would listen to you talk all day.”
He looked at you, and his cheeks were slightly pink.
“I… uh...” he stuttered. “I mean, I only did the right thing. You are the one doing all the work, I’m just the one who opened the door.”
Still, you batted your lashes at him.
Oh, he was so sweet and so pretty.
He had the softest lips and hands, you just knew it.
“But… I...” he spoke slowly, clearing his throat. “I… there’s this pregnant inmate, and I’m trying to get her transferred to another unit so she can have her baby stay with her through the rest of her sentence, it’s meant to end before the baby is a full-year-old.”
You were surprised for a moment.
That was actually something very good that he was doing, very sweet.
Sam was a really kind and good man. He didn’t have to do anything for anyone and yet he was always working so hard!
“That is amazing,” you exclaimed, impressed.
His cheeks went pinker.
“I tried to get her out of her sentence, it was just about 18 months,” he told you. “We didn’t know she was pregnant at first, so this is a bit of a race against time. The unit she is staying in right now doesn’t support this kind of stay.”
How could anyone be this good and this handsome at the same time?!
Your whole life you thought people only could be one of those. People who were too handsome weren’t exactly nice.
Sam was both. No, he was more than nice, he was kind. Incredibly kind.
God, you really could listen to him the whole day.
“You think you’ll be able to do it?” you asked, actually curious now. “She deserves to have her baby with her.”
You knew some prisons allowed their inmates to stay with their babies until they were 1 year old. It was important!
Sam smirked, a bit cocky.
“I’m sure I can,” he affirmed. “I didn’t graduate top of my class at Stanford to let them down.,”
You chuckled. Well, he was a good lawyer, if you could say so yourself.
Cordell scoffed.
“As long as we don’t have to build another shed to house them,” he mumbled.
You turned to him so fast your neck cracked, and both you and Sam glared at him as you rubbed your neck.
He didn’t seem that bothered by your presence when his hand was on your ass an hour ago.
Cordell’s eyes met yours, angry, but you looked away again, ignoring him.
“Thank, you, Sam,” you told him. “For being so kind.”
Sam smiled a bit, adorably red.
Oh, you could fucking kiss him right now.
“I’m just doing what’s right.”
You smiled and took his hand, giving it a big squeeze.
“Not everyone does,” you reminded him. “It’s what make people like you so important.”
He squeezed your hand, and you looked at it, and his hand was so much bigger than yours it had to be a kink.
They weren’t soft, though, and somehow that made them feel much better.
Cordell cleared his throat.
“I’m still here,” he warned you. “If you two love birds have forgotten.”
Sam pulled his hand away from yours, the red going up to his ears and down to his neck.
“That’s inappropriate,” he accused.
You glared at Cordell.
Jealous much.
He met your eyes for just one moment before he stood up.
“Whatever you say,” Cordell picked up his box of food. “I’ll be in my office.”
You exhaled, watching him go, and Sam cleared his throat when he left the dining room, and you turned to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “Cordell is… uh… he’s nice, really. He’s just… a bit...”
“Himself?” you asked him.
That earned you a chuckle, and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Traditional,” he corrected you. “And serious. He just feels like he has to baby everyone in the family.”
You let out a non-committal sound.
Well.
“The family?” you asked him.
He exhaled slowly.
“Cordell is the oldest,” he told you. “By… I don’t know, 10 minutes or something. It somehow gave him the duty of being the protector of the world… it’s why our relationship is a bit off. It's why he lives with me now.”
You frowned. Those two were very conflicting statements.
Sam looked behind his shoulder and then lowered his voice.
“Cordell thinks he can protect everyone, even if it means pushing them away,” he spoke very softly. “It’s why he and Em...”
You waited in silence for him, holding your breath, but he shook his head.
“Nevermind,” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “It’s… it’s not my story to tell.”
You deflated and he poked your box and plate.
“We should eat,” he told you. “Before it gets cold.”
Although curious, you went into eating anyway, your stomach too empty for you to think about doing anything else.
Dinner was quiet. Sam didn’t say anything else and all you could really hear was the sounds of the boxes and plates and breath as you moved.
“I can put these in the dishwasher,” you told him quickly as soon as you two were done.
Sam seemed a bit surprised at your offer, but didn’t protest it. He looked pretty uncomfortable, honestly.
It was a tense interaction.
“Good night,” you wished him.
Sam nodded, and you wrapped your arms around him loosely, squeezing him for a moment and then stepping back.
His eyes were pink again when you stepped back, and you didn’t let it linger, just walking to put the dishes in the dishwasher, careful to put them right.
The house was quiet as he walked out, and you entered your shed, closing your door and ready to reach out for your phone to check if it was done charging when you caught sight of Cordell sitting on your bed.
Oh.
Chapter Text
Cordell raised his eyebrows from his spot on your mattress, and you slowly dropped your hand away from your phone, frozen at the door.
“I thought you’d be at your office,” you moved on the balls of your feet, locking the door behind yourself.
“I was,” he answered simply, his eyes very hard. “I ate there, and came down here to wait for you, but I see you got a little distracted on the way.”
You swallowed down.
“I was cleaning the dishes,” you told him. “Being a good guest.”
Cordell squinted, unimpressed, and you pressed your thighs together, pavloved enough.
“What a good little guest,” he mocked. “Throwing herself all over her host.”
Your face burned in response.
“I wasn’t,” you argued. “It’s not my fault you are jealous of your brother and I’m closer to him.”
Cordell scoffed.
“Come here,” he commanded.
You frowned.
What?
He raised his eyes to your face.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” he warned you. “I’m not very patient.”
You bit your lip and walked to him slowly, stopping in front of him and he leaned a bit back to look at you fully.
“Take it off,” he told you.
You swallowed down, shuddering a little as you felt yourself outrightly drip and breathed in and out.
Oh, well.
You took your hands up, slipping the straps of your dress out of one shoulder and then the other, and Cordell watched as it slipped slowly down your body, past your breasts and your waist, and then your hips, pooling on the floor.
He inhaled deeply, and you could see it in his face as he took every inch of you.
His hands twitched on his lap, and you held your smile back.
“That’s how you went out there?” Cordell asked, at last, looking down at your body. “In just a flimsy little dress.”
You licked your lips and shrugged.
“It covers up,” you answered simply.
“It’s also easy access,” he countered. “How do I know he didn’t bend you down on that counter and fucked you?”
You held back a stupid sound.
How fucking possessive.
“What?” you pouted. “You’re worried about not matching up?”
His shoulders stiffened, and Cordell gave you the same look he’d given you in his study, reaching for his own waist and pulling his belt in a swift movement.
“Spread your legs.”
Your eyes widened.
Spread your-
What now?!
“You looked way too comfortable on your chair,” he declared. “Let’s fix it.”
Your legs shook and you tried to spread them while still standing up, still confused.
He didn’t stand up, adjusting the belt in his hand, and you gasped when he hit the inside of your left thigh with the leather, and held a gasp at the feeling of it.
Fuck!
He hit you with an easier force than before, a little softer, maybe to warm you up, but it was enough.
Each impact, each hit make you shake and inhale deep, trying to keep your voice down so Sam wouldn’t find you two out.
By the time he stopped, the inside of your thighs were burning like you had been walking for days, and you let out a little whimper when he touched you with his hand, making a long line on it, shivering.
“Dripping,” Cordell declared. “Again.”
You tried not to tremble as he made the way up and then down again, caressing your thighs, spreading your wetness like warpaint.
“Did Sam make you wet?” he asked between his teeth. “Was that what you were doing while I waited for you? Grinding against my brother like you did to my thigh after I barely touched you.”
You pouted.
“Of course not,” you whispered.
Cordell clicked his tongue, and pulled you, putting you to lay on his thighs, and you could see from the corner of your eyes as he took the belt again and transferred it to his right hand.
You held your breath before he even pulled his arm back, ready for the impact on your ass. Except that he didn’t hit you.
He rubbed your pussy with the belt slowly, and it was a strange feeling the way it touched you, rubbing up and down.
You clenched your hands on your sheets, waiting, expecting.
Was he going to hit your pussy with the belt?
Cordell moved under you, and showed you the leather.
“Lick it,” he commanded.
You didn’t need to be asked twice before the salty leathery taste was on your tongue and you tried to clean the mess you made.
“Needy slut,” Cordell exhaled. “Look at you.”
He pulled the belt away and took it to his other hand, and you were fully prepared for him to hot you against with it.
He didn’t.
When Cordell hit your skin, it was with his hand. Right on your pussy.
He gave a square, firm slap, with his fingers against your clit and his palm against your entrance without a warning.
You had to hold your breath in to keep the sound that wanted to escape your throat from doing so.
“Your pussy is so flushed,” he hummed. “So wet. Let's see if we can make it better, hm?”
Better?
You gasped when he hit you again.
Oh, fuck, you were not going to resist this.
Cordell hit you again, and again, and again, slapping your pussy with his big hand. For the first few slaps, he was nicer – he held his hand in place and pressed it against you – but that was over fast. He started moving faster.
Each impact of his hand on your clit made it throb in reaction, the touch enough to heat you up but not enough to give you release.
The moan that left your lips was truly embarrassing.
“Keep-” he slapped you. “Quiet!” he slapped you again.
You grabbed the sheets under you, nearly desperate, but his hand didn’t come down on you again, and you used the moment to take in a deep breath, thankful for the break.
Before you could even exhale, he was already tossing you onto the bed and raising your hips.
“Soaked wet cunt,” he grunted, almost like it was a curse.
His tongue traced you from clit to entrance in a single motion, and you couldn’t even hold back your sounds, just burying your face in your pillow.
Cordell licked you like he had kissed you, like your pussy was the one thing keeping him from starvation.
He slipped his tongue into your cunt, licking you from inside, lapping as if trying to suck everything you could give him, endless.
It made your eyes cross, at each turn, your hands nearly tear your sheets at each time he moved in and out of you. Was he fucking you with his tongue or was he just incredibly hungry?!
If your brain was working properly, you would try to find a solution.
You didn’t care for a solution right now.
His lips came down after your clit, and your thighs trembled, barely keeping you up in place. You would have fallen if it weren’t for his grip around your hips.
Cordell licked it, once, twice, thrice, and your brain melted through your ears.
Everything that mattered was pleasure, everything you needed was him.
And then he took his tongue up again, penetrating you, ignoring your needy bud.
“Please,” you breathed out, trying not to sound too loud. “Please, more. I need it, sir, please, please.”
Fuck, you’d been so fucking good. You had behaved, followed his command!
“Please,” you begged. “Wanna cum. Please.”
“Do it,” he commanded, holding you so tight you knew – you hoped – it would end up bruising your skin. “Cum all over my face like the messy slut you are.”
He moved down again, and you held a cry when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked onto it, lapping at it with his tongue right after, playing with it at every move.
You were too far gone to stay words, and cried into your pillow as he all but buried his face in place, chasing your pleasure just as you did yourself.
Your whole body shook when you came, and you were sure that if it weren’t for your pillow you knew your moans would have echoed through the whole neighbourhood.
Cordell didn’t stop, sucking and licking and devouring you through your high, until you were outrightly pulling away from him, too sensitive.
He flipped you to your back while you were still quivering, and you opened your eyes when you felt him moving.
His cock was tenting his pants, so rock hard you could see the whole outline, long and thick like his whole body, perfectly proportional.
Cordell looked at your body slowly, taking everything, and you waited for what he was going to do.
Was he going to kiss you again?
You were so ready to be fucked, you needed him.
But his face moved slowly, as if souring, as if… as if he was embarrassed.
His shoulders dropped and he moved his gaze again, and you raised yourself to your elbows, looking at him, completely confused.
What?
What was it?
“I should go,” he mumbled, but you didn’t know if it was to you or to himself.
Go?
Where?
What the hell was he talking about?
“What?” you pushed yourself up fully, sitting. “What’s wrong?”
But Cordell walked back from your bed and away from you, and stood up.
He stormed off, practically running away from you.
You fell back on the bed, and something curled into your belly, the pleasure forgotten.
The same unhappiness you’d been running from the whole day swelled in your throat, stubborn, stupid.
You walked to the door and locked it, and walked back to your bed, covering yourself before your body got colder.
Stupid Walker.
You should have just brought the whiskey to your shed.
Chapter Text
No one would ever pry that out of you, but you cried yourself to sleep after two hours of fighting it, tossing and turning in your bed.
How stupid were you? Of course Cordell saw you as a leech. A leech with boobs but a goddamn leech, living in his shed, eating his food, walking around like you were more than trash.
Why would he want you past just getting his anger out? Of course he spanked you.
Must have been quite the emotional release since you two met, as he never hid his hate for you.
If he was the one who could choose, you were sure he was going to have used the old times method or something, and you would have been hanged you like a witch.
Fuck him.
Of course, he also woke you up three hours after you’d fallen asleep by turning on his car and shining the big headlights right into your shed, followed by the sound of him driving away.
Even when he wasn’t aware you were aware of him, he was an asshole! That was quite the talent he had.
You tried sleeping a bit more, though it was just a bit more than a couple of naps.
It surprised you a little bit when you went inside for breakfast and Sam had just left food out, covered, and a note over it.
‘Sorry, I’m a bit caught up with work. Will make up for it at dinner.’
You sat on the counter, poking the cut up fruit.
He was too fucking nice for his own good.
You ate grumpily, the silence nearly unsettling as you looked around the kitchen. You could go exploring before work, but what good would that do? The last time you’d done it, it had not ended exactly well.
So you sat there and ate, probably for everyone’s best interest.
You took the bus to work, and you were lucky enough that you managed to get a seat when an old woman left midway through your ride.
It wasn’t an eventful day, no. Nothing really happened aside from a girl who decided to take organising the chocolate section on her own, but Corinne was the one to shadow her - cause God forbid someone steals $1 candy.
She bought some of the chocolate she organised, and you had to help her in the self-checkout machine, and she was very nice. Not a lot of people are nice to store workers.
When the day was over, you bought yourself a chocolate bar to take home, crunchy Hershey’s.
You were going to share it with Sam after dinner, you really hoped he liked it – and wasn’t allergic or something.
The bus ride home was a little less nice. You stood the whole time, and because it was so cramped, you had to put your backpack over your torso, in front of you, and that girl who was sitting in front (under?) you kept glaring at you the whole time. Not like you could do anything about it, though. Not in a full bus.
The first thing you did when you arrived was put you chocolate bar inside your mini fridge, so it wouldn’t be all soft and melting and sticky.
You had never seen Sam eating chocolate, but you were both always working, so you didn’t spend so much time together. So, you wanted to give them chocolate.
Cordell’s car wasn’t there when you looked and you could see Sam’s when you peeked through the cracks of the garage door – the twins never flipped their parking spots.
So you made your way back into your shed and watched a show to kill time for your usual meal time. But Sam didn’t message you about dinner, nor did he call you, so you went out without his text, with your chocolate and a little proud skip to your step, filled with pride for what you brought to share with him.
But Sam wasn’t in the kitchen when you arrived, there was no food ready, and the kitchen actually looked like nothing had changed since you'd been there breakfast.
“Sam?” you called, confused. “Samuel?”
Silence.
You walked to the living room, looking in the direction of the stairs to the bedroom and office areas. Was he still working?
“Sam?” you called again.
Finally, he seemed to hear your call.
“In a minute,” he called back.
You waited, and hid the chocolate behind your back so he wouldn’t see it, so it would still be a surprise.
Sam had a bunch of stapled paper in his hands when he came to the top of the stairs, with his tie loose and his hair a little bit messy.
“Hi, yes,” he spoke, not taking his eyes from it.
You tried not to fidget on your spot, nervous now.
“I… uh...” you looked for words. “I came for dinner?”
It seemed to finally dawn on him that it was already dinner time.
“Oh, shit,” Sam exhaled, looking at you with his eyebrows frowned. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot.”
You tried not to show you deflated you were.
Oh.
He’d forgotten about dinner.
And about you, he’d forgotten about you.
“I’m sorry,” Sam moved his free hand to his face, rubbing it, brushing his hair back. “I’ll order food now and ask for them to deliver it to the shed.”
You blinked, stunned.
Oh.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Sure. I will… go back there. And wait.”
He nodded right back to his paper, his mind back to his task.
And you were left alone again.
You waited a little, to see if he would maybe come back and say something, but he didn’t.
After what left like half a lifetime, you exhaled, holding your chocolate as you walked off to your shed again, and you threw it in your fridge before going back to bed with the feeling of a heavy ball in your stomach, trying to climb your throat, and swallowed down around it again. And again. And again.
Why were you even crying? This was stupid. It was stupid.
Sam had no obligation to spend time with you. He had another project already, you were doing fine.
You were fine, you didn’t need him.
And yet, that didn’t stop the pain in your gut.
It was stupid, they were both stupid. They were both assholes. You were nothing to them, they didn’t care about you, why did you even care about them?
Chapter Text
You silenced the loud ringtone of your phone when it dared to disturb the best sleep you had in days.
Hadn’t you turned it off last night? You were pretty sure you had. So why was it ringing?
It was your supposed day off.
You shoved it under your pillow, ready to drift off again and take your sweet rest, before you could drift back into slumber again, it rang again.
Turned out, it wasn't your stupid alarm, but it was Sam calling.
You sat up, rolling your eyes and rubbing the sleep away from them.
Why on earth was he calling you? Why was he waking her up?
Was he dying or something?
The call ended before you could answer, and you groaned in frustration, jumping in surprise when you heard the door knob jiggling, though the door didn’t move.
Well, good thing you locked up when you were inside.
"Y/N?" Sam's voice came through, laced with fear. "Are you in there? Are you alright?"
You frowned. What the hell?
His knocks grew urgent, and you dragged yourself out of bed. What was going on? Was the house on fire? You didn’t have any fire extinguisher inside, Cordell had made sure to take everything he thought was precious from inside.
“Y/N!" Sam's panic escalated. "I'm going to break the door—"
"I'm opening it!" you snapped back, cutting him off.
The knocks ceased, and with a grumble, you snatched your keys from the nearby pot, unlocking the door to see what the hell he wanted.
When the door swung open, Sam's eyes widened with the relief of a man who'd just dodged a bullet—or something like that. Honestly, you were too sleepy to find a good analogy.
"Oh my God, are you okay?!" he blurted out, his hazel eyes as big as plates.
You glared at him. What the-
“I was until you woke me up,” you rubbed your eyes. “What’s the emergency?”
Sam raised his eyebrows, looking surprised. He closed his eyes, shaking his head as if trying to erase the mental image of your anxiety-made demise.
“I thought something had happened,” he pointed at you. “You didn’t answer my texts and my calls, I thought something had happened to you, I got worried.”
You groaned a little. That was it?!
“I was sleeping,” you exhaled.
Honestly, you hadn’t slept that long since you had a bedroom. It felt great. Sleeping on the streets always meant having to be hyper-aware of everything happening around you.
And sure, the bed wasn’t a princess bed or would be the favourite of someone who was spoiled and had good beds their whole lives, but for someone who had known the hard pavement as a mattress for years, it was a luxury.
Sam's face turned a shade of pink as you yawned, and he seemed to shrink a little.
"Oh," he mumbled, looking away. "I... it's late. I... I'm sorry. I overreacted."
God, seeing a man his size blushing really was adorable. It almost made you not hate that he woke you up.
Almost.
“You might,” you agreed and covered your mouth to yawn again. “What’s up? What did you want to say?”
He seemed a bit confused for a moment as if he had forgotten about why he was even at your door.
"Lunch," Sam declared, the words seemingly escaping his mouth before they fully formed in his brain. "Together. In town."
You squinted at him. Lunch. Now he wanted to eat with you?
“Don’t you have work?” you frowned. “The… uh...”
You tried to remember, still working through the fuzz of sleep.
“Pregnant girl,” you realised. "Getting transferred to a baby-friendly prison?"
A smile came to his lips right away!
"I'm done with it!" he beamed. "She's getting transferred at the end of the week."
You exhaled, relaxing a bit. Oh, that was great.
"Congratulations," you told him, your grumpy mood softening a bit. "You are a great lawyer."
Sam's grin widened, and you could almost smell the pride emanating from him, and the silence between you two was abruptly shattered by the unmistakable growl of your stomach, a loud reminder of the fact you hadn’t eaten since last night’s take-out.
“Lunch, uh?” you looked at him.
He nodded, still smiling a little. Well, you were upset at him but you were still hungry. And food was something you never refused.
“On me,” he assured you.
"Can I have twenty minutes?" you requested, finally relenting a bit.
Sam nodded eagerly.
"Whatever time you need."
As he turned around, you closed the door with a sigh, lazily making your way back inside, stripping to go shower.
You couldn’t lie, not to yourself. The truth was that Sam’s attention was something you’d found yourself craving for some time now.
Meeting him every night, having a home-made meal together, talking and just spending time with Sam was something you usually looked forward to at the end of the day.
And not just Sam.
You even missed Cordell, as angry as you were with him.
But did you even know him, or had you made him in your head? You weren’t sure.
You held your towel to your body as you peeked through the window.
Cordell’s car was still gone – you hadn’t seen it since he had left the other morning. He had to be very pissed with himself about what had happened between you two – or maybe he didn’t want to see your face.
The bitterness in the back of your mouth swelled and swallowed it down. Selfish, that was what he was. As if things were easy for you, depending on them, living in a shed as a favour, trying to reconstruct your life when you never even had a real life before – this was you starting from zero at an age you were sure everyone had people to help them. You only had them – or maybe, you only had Sam. Didn’t he understand that?
What did he even think you were? A blow-up doll he could use for his liking? Play with and throw away, as if you didn’t have feelings or needs?
You didn't even know if Sam himself regarded you as a person or a project, but at least he made an effort to treat you well! At this point, you didn't care if it was out of pity, it was something.
It was more than anyone else in the world had given you.
You dressed up, trying to look at least alright. Sam was a lawyer, he probably ate in fancy places, with fancy people, and that was the last thing you were. You were dirt poor, homeless, uneducated. A bony girl who never really grew into your body, because you never had enough. Emaciated, dumb and… nothing. Why was he even bothering?
At best, you’d be the thing Cordell treated you like. A hole he could use.
You wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to pull that. Why else would he want to be around you?
Still, you put on a pretty dress, and the perfume he thought smelled good when you were buying it, and put on lipstick because it was pretty. And you looked pretty.
You almost looked like you could be his girlfriend if you didn’t look so bony and young.
But one could always dream, right?
Chapter Text
A broad grin stretched across Sam's face when you entered the house and the kitchen, standing by his side with your only purse slung over your shoulder, and your attempt to return the smile looked more like a struggle than a genuine expression as you looked at him.
“Ready to go?” he clapped his hands together, watching you, full of anticipation in his eyes.
You exhaled, nodding.
“Yeah,” you confirmed, trying not to let the tension slip to your voice.
Sam let you walk into the living room before he followed you, and then and quickly guided you through the house, the door to the garage conveniently located by a closet. You admittedly hadn’t seen any of that part of the house before – you weren’t exactly well-versed on their blueprint, and the one time you went exploring didn’t end well.
Politeness seemed to be Sam's second nature as he held the door open for you to step into the car. It never failed to impress you – the way he treated you as if you were someone important. Nonetheless, you remained silent in your seat as he joined you, smoothly driving off without saying a word, and you remained silent, watching the street around, holding onto the strap of your purse like an anchor.
It was a really pretty neighbourhood. You didn’t belong in it at all.
Why was Sam even taking you out? Why did he want to have lunch with you?
Who knew, maybe he was trying to pull a Cordell with you.
He pulled into the car park, and you took charge, opening your own door and waiting for him outside. Trying your best to appear neutral and not let the bitter feelings lodged in your throat show, you stood there, ready to play the part.
“Hey,” Sam called, stopping by your side, and you turned to him. “Are you okay?”
You looked up at his face, and he had that concerned, furrowed-brow look that made him resemble a worried puppy. You could almost envision his face contorting in disappointment if you admitted to not being okay — an ungrateful insect, biting the hand that had fed you since you arrived in this city. Selfish, stupid, too absorbed in your own world.
“Yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile. “Just... hungry.”
Sam smiled back, radiating genuine warmth.
“Let's go, then,” he ushered you. “I promised you lunch.”
You followed him out and looked around a bit.
It looked like a nice place. There were some kids running around in a nearby park, a few family cars around and even an ice cream shop where people could go right after leaving the restaurant – which matched the exterior perfectly.
Sam opened the door for you to step inside, and the restaurant matched its exterior perfectly, made for families with kids. You could see from your spot how many children were in high chairs on tall seats, with their parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts...
And then there were you and Sam, who were nothing to one another and were there, where you didn’t even belong.
The hostess greeted Sam with a warm smile and led both of you to a cosy corner booth, and you couldn’t help the discomfort in your body with how family oriented the place was. Sam, though, looked right in place as he took the menu, running his finger over it to read the options.
“Have you been here before?” you asked, not knowing what else to say.
“Just twice, I think,” he replied, meeting your gaze. “But the food is great.”
You nodded, looking around, and the giggling children made you want to shrink more in yourself.
You didn’t have any of that as a kid. All you had was mum, and mum didn’t have money to bring you to places like that. The best lunch she could afford you out of home was McDonalds – never a happy meal, because it wasn’t in your budget.
He continued to look through the menu, and you tucked your chin down, the discomfort and maybe the lack of food stirring in your belly together, and you couldn’t help the way your lips curled down and you felt a ball forming in your throat, bigger and bigger each time you tried swallowing it down.
God, you were so fucking stupid.
This was nothing. It was a fucking restaurant?
Why were you sad?
You breathed in deep, but you couldn’t help yourself, your lips curling down and your eyes tearing up anyway.
So you stood up quickly, holding onto your purse and walking off, running into the first bathroom you could find and closing the door behind yourself right as the first tears came in, and you hugged your own knees as you outrightly started to full-body cry.
You were so stupid, so ungrateful.
Cordell was right in how he treated you, you were nothing.
You were just… something to be used and thrown away.
The sound of a knock on the door made you scurry away from it as you sniffed, sobbing against your own will.
“Y/N?” Sam called. “Y/N are you alright?”
You tried to breathe in and calm down, but it wasn’t exactly working!
“I’m fine!” you tried to argue with him.
You were not. Crying in a fucking family restaurant bathroom is the last thing ‘fine’ is.
There was a pause on the other side, and Sam let out a breath.
“I’m coming in, okay?” he announced, pushing the door open.
You hadn’t even locked it, he just pushed it anyway, walking inside and coming right to you, kneeling in front of you with the softest of puppy eyes.
“What happened?” he asked gently, crouching down beside you.
You look up at him.
What could you say?
‘You brother slapped my ass raw and ate me out, then left me to deal with the mess in my brain on my own like I was a blow-up doll’?
So you shrugged, shaking your head, still sniffing and crying.
Sam didn’t press you, moving to you and sitting by your side, putting an arm over your shoulder, pulling and you leaned into his arms, accepting the comfort because it was what you needed.
He squeezed you so hard, all you could do was hold on to him as you cried and cried and cried, rubbing your back.
You were still shaking a little when you heard another knock on the door and someone pushed it open, and a waitress stepped inside with a bottle of water, looking at you two, a bit wide-eyed.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” she asked, looking at you with so much worry it made you feel even more guilty for causing a scene. “I got you a water.”
You took it from her hand anyway, sobbing still, feeling yourself shaking.
When you struggled to open it, Sam did it for you, and you drank it as you still tried to calm down.
“Do you want to take anything to go?” she offered. “Or eat somewhere private?”
You shook your head. Gosh, she was so sweet.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffed.
“It’s fine,” she told you.
Sam looked at you a little closer.
“We’ll go for a walk,” he told her, turning to you with a soft look on his face. “And maybe we’ll come back when she is feeling a little better?”
You nodded, feeling your face burning, the embarrassment shutting you up.
Yeah, you could really use a walk.
Chapter Text
Sam didn’t ask you any questions as he walked you off, holding your purse and your jacket for you, and you were burning of embarrassment as you two walked out into the cooler air.
God, what a scene you had made!
"I'm sorry," you muttered, covering your face with your free hand. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"Embarrass me?" Sam responded, sounding genuinely surprised. "That's what you're worried about?"
You exhaled and glanced at him with your chin tucked down, expecting some form of disapproval. Yet, all you found on Sam's face was genuine concern.
"I was worried about you," he continued, gently. “I still am.”
You lowered your hand, breathing out, relaxing. About you.
It made something in you feel so calm it was… new.
Sam was a good guy — too good for someone like you, to waste his goodness and his time on you.
He reached for your hand, taking it and squeezing it.
“Come on,” he tugged you along.
He stopped by the car, setting your things inside and locking it up, giving you your water bottle back and guiding you with his hand firmly clasping yours, and Sam took your right to the park, not seeming to direct you anywhere, but just over the path.
He was right, the wind on your face felt really good.
It was a really pretty park, with big trees and some kid friendly areas.
You walked together quietly, and he didn’t say anything for a while, just walking without any expectation, any goal, seemingly.
Or any judgement, either.
It made you relax.
You’d never met anyone this nice. You’d never seen so much kindness.
“You know,” he spoke slowly. “I’m really different from my family.”
His words made you turn to look at him, but Sam was staring forward.
“My parents are very conservative, very… Texan ranch owners,” he told you, squeezing your hand. “I never… got hungry, or didn’t have something I needed, but I always felt stifled. Like I couldn’t be myself because I was different. I was always out of place.”
You could see that. Sam and Cordell were very, very, very different in everything that wasn’t appearance – and even visually! Sam kept his hair longer, Cordell had it short; Sam was clean faced, Cordell had a big beard… they were a little visually different.
“Our personalities always clashed,” Sam sighed, and you could feel how much that bothered and hurt him. “They always expected me to put them above everything else, even when they weren’t that supportive of me.”
You stayed quiet. That wasn’t something you would know much about that feeling, Mum was always home to you, you never felt like you couldn’t be yourself with her.
“They are religious, and I’m no that into religion,” he told you, exhaling. “They things in certain ways I don’t… and it was always a problem.”
Oh, religion. You could absolutely see how that would be the origin of a problem.
“It’s not that I don’t believe in a higher power,” he added, finally looking at you. “It’s just… I don’t see it the way they do. I think there’s more out there than just a God that punishes you for being who you are or wanting a different life.”
That made you smile.
“Yeah, I agree,” you spoke softly.
He got into silence for a moment, and you could see there was more, but he didn’t say it.
“And, of course… I could never compare to their perfect son,” he looked away from from you, to the side. “Perfect Cordell, doing everything right, never making a mistake.”
You squeezed his hand. Yes, you’d seen his old pictures. You’d seen a lot of the tension in them.
“So when it was time to go to college, of course I went to California,” Sam chuckled, and it sounded a little forced. “And I didn’t talk to them for a while, I kept my distance and worked on myself and made sure I was as independent as possible. I made sure I didn’t need them.”
You exhaled.
“Yeah, I get that,” you told him.
Sam looked at you, and you looked away from him, focusing on the floor.
“I got this ex-boyfriend,” you exhaled.
He made a little sound of surprise.
“We were both on the road, we were both running away,” you explained. “Not to the same place, but he had a car. It did wonders to my feet, I don’t think I would be that far.”
That was a big stretch. You wouldn’t have made past you state without his help.
“He… sucked,” you told him. “Real scummy guy. Exactly what I deserved,” you chuckled sadly. “Deserve.”
Sam squeezed your hand.
“Hey-”
“He wanted to go down to Cali and make it big,” you continued your story, not letting him stop you. “Not as a lawyer, thought. He thought he had the looks for TV, probably still does.”
You breathed in deep. It was incredibly easy to forget Adam when your life changed. You had a lot to think about and worry about, you couldn’t waste time with stupid memories.
“We fought all the time,” you swallowed down. “For the stupidest thing. Everything was a reason to fight, everything... everyday was a pain to go through.”
You fucking hated him. Yet, because life sucked, Adam was all you had, the one to watch over you when you slept, the one who made it possible for you to get out and have a place to sleep on.
It wouldn’t get better!
You couldn’t find anything better then, just like now.
“So one day I had to stop by the pharmacy, and I don’t know what I needed,” you swallowed down. “But when I came back, his car was gone, and my backpack was the only thing left there. And the rest is history.”
He’d been through that part already. You were starving, stealing, arrested, met him, got out, got into his house, got a job at target, almost fucked his brother, broke down in the middle of a restaurant, and was now dumping your story on him.
"The life of a scumbag," you attempted to lighten the mood. "You know."
But to your surprise, Sam halted, holding your hand tightly and in place, and you turned to look at his face when you realised it.
“You’re not a scumbag,” he correct you.
You scoffed, but Sam was too busy pulling you closer to him, locking eyes with you.
“I mean it,” he insisted. “You’re not.”
Your cheeks flushed hot.
“Sam...”
He put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing your forearms gently, and you couldn’t help yourself from leaning on him, resting your head on his shoulders, crossing your arms, and moved his touch, rubbing your back, and his arms were so warm you just wanted to bury yourself in them and never leave.
"You're great," he affirmed. "I know that."
Great? That last thing you were was great.
“I’m not.”
“You are!” he insisted.
It made you look up at him, still close so close to his face his eyes were right there.
“Sam, you don’t know me,” you whispered, trying not to be harsh.
He’d just met you such a short time ago, in fucking prison, and he was a really good person, a good guy, who believed people were good, with too much faith in his judgement.
“And what if I want to?” he asked.
The question caught you off guard, and you stared up at him, surprised and confused.
What?
“I want to know you,” Sam declared very simply, his face as blank as it came, with soft eyes but so much intensity it made you weak on your knees.
You swallowed hard.
Sam was beautiful. He had the most beautiful and sweetest eyes you’d ever seen, the sweetest smile… and he was hot, of course. Not a single thing in that man looked less than beautiful.
"Well, and what would you want to know?" you asked, crossing your arms and feeling the blush creeping down to your neck. “My favourite colour?”
Sam scoffed playfully.
“Oh, no,” he waved a playful hand at you, letting your go a little bit. “That’s way too personal!”
Unable to contain it, you burst into laughter, the release of tension relaxing your body, and it was exactly what you needed.
He stepped back, and you took a deep breath as he glanced around the restaurant and then back at you.
"I mean what I said," he declared at last. "I also promised lunch. I think we've earned some comfort food."
You gave him a half-smile. Yeah, the two of you kind of did.
"I don't want to go back there," you confessed, a hint of sadness in your voice. "It's... not my kind of comfort food."
His face softened, and he raised his eyebrows.
“Well, where can we find your comfort food?”
You smiled a little, swinging on the balls of your feet.
“McDonalds,” you whispered.
Sam grimaced.
“I’m not surprised,” he chuckled. “Though it’s not my thing.”
You chuckled, looking at him from top to bottom. Well, that was clear.
“And what would it be?”
He shrugged a little bit.
“I like some special salad,” he told you simply.
Salad?
“Well, they have salads,” you reminded him. “I’m sure it’s really good.”
Sam squinted at you.
“Not really, no,” he shook his head. “They don’t.”
You giggled.
“No, I’m very sure they do,” you insisted. “I’ve seen it on my way to work, it’s all green and red and... something something.”
It was a nice-looking salad!
But he was still sheepish.
“I like making my own salad,” Sam said simply. “With fresh fruit, all the colours… you know. Things you can get in a ranch.”
You nodded, trying not to look tense. Well, you knew when you were meant to shut up. He didn’t want to go, you were not going to force him to do something just cause you wanted to.
“Sounds nice,” you agreed, though, cause it did. “You can make me one of those someday.”
Having access to fresh stuff, trees where you could just pick the fruit from… yeah, it was very dreamy.
“We should get inside,” you looked away from him. “They might now have a table for us if we wait too long.”
Were there more cars parking up?
“I think there’s more people arriving,” you squinted, covering your eyebrows to see better in the sun.
But Sam surprised you again, taking your hand, and you turned to look at him.
“We can get you something there,” he offered. “And I’ll… get a fish patty?”
He grimaced, but you softened anyway.
“You don’t have to,” you shook your head. “It’s not your thing.”
Sam smiled, squeezing your fingers.
“We’ll take it back home,” he told you. “And I’ll eat it with my salad.”
You grinned.
“Thank you, Sam,” you celebrated. “I’m gonna get myself a happy meal!”
He chuckled, shaking his head.
“That’s great,” he said simply. “No judgment here.”
Sam pointed your way to the car, and you skipped happily.
Chapter Text
You had a cheeseburger without onions, extra fries instead of apple slices, and chocolate milk – and no, you were never going to explain your choices. When Sam asked if you wanted a book or a toy, you obviously asked for the toy, because why would someone pick the book? Libraries were a thing and they had much better books than McDonald’s. Sam got himself two fish patties – yes, exactly; not the Fillet O’ Fish, just two patties of fish – and you did your best to look nonchalant as he drove back home.
Your own Happy Meal! Wow, little you would be so jealous.
When you arrived, you practically dashed to the kitchen, holding your Happy Meal and your toy with the kind of happiness only a child would find – and fuck it. Sam had seen you in fucking prison, smelling like you’d been through hell! (Because you did, back then.)
What was some smiling?!
You were making your own presentation when he reached you, and Sam shot you a little smile as you unwrapped your teeny tiny burger with your two baby fries and your little milk chocolate, and it made you want to laugh so much.
He started going around in the fridge, taking things from inside, and you focused on your food.
It tasted like dreams. Well, no, it tasted like McDonalds, and it lacked the childhood magic you had imagined, but it wasn’t disappointing.
It was still warm, which didn’t happen a lot with the stuff mum bought. Usually, she got them after work, so she would have to catch the bus back, and it kind of cooled everything down.
So that was why their fries were so famous, they were so crispy!
You let your feet dangle and kick in the air as you chewed.
“Is it good?” Sam asked, doing something by the counter.
You kicked your feet a little more, smiling.
“Very good,” you hummed.
You took a bite of your burger, looking up to try to see what he was doing, but Sam was so wide, you couldn’t even get a glimpse!
“You want some?” you offered.
He just hummed a little.
“No, but thank you,” he told you.
You shrugged. More fries for you.
“Did you open your toy yet?” he asked, putting his knife down, reaching for a spoon by his side.
You lit up right away. No, you hadn’t!
You ate your last bit of burger and grabbed the grey little pack, trying to open it while still chewing.
“What is this supposed to be?” you asked, frowning a bit as you chewed.
Damn, they had some good packing.
You tried to rip it, groaning in frustration, and Sam walked to you with a knife, offering you a hand.
“Let me?” he asked you.
You handed it to him, and he carefully nicked a side, ripping it a little before returning it to you.
“Try now.”
You wiped your hand on your dress and then back, and ripped the plastic fully, catching a sight of purple before pulling the toy out and gasping.
“What is it?” Sam asked.
You looked at him with your jaw slack open.
What did he mean ‘what is it’?!
“It’s Grimace!” you squeaked out. “He was one of Ronald McDonald friends!”
Didn’t he have a childhood?!
Sam chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched you with a smile on his lips.
You took the toy closer.
Oh, it was so cute. He was small and had big earphones, and musical notes on his belly.
“Fuzzy purple fur and a gentle nature,” you read it slowly, not a good loud reader, but you wanted to impress Sam a little. “Made Grimace beloved all throughout McDonaldland. A little clumsy and a lot of fun, he loves to jam out to his favourite songs.”
You squeezed it, and it was such a good feeling on your thumbs.
“Oh, this is so soft,” you hummed, genuinely surprised by the plush texture. You’d never touched one of those.
Sam stopped by you with two bowls of colourful salad, putting one in front of you and giving you a wink.
You chuckled. Oh, Sam.
“There you go, to pair up with your burger,” he said, presenting you with a fork.
Oh, that sneaky man.
But you took it anyway. Sam always made the best salads.
“Do you like them?” he asked as you stabbed some big green leaf with your fork. “Squishmallows?”
You peeked at his bowl, and he had crumbled the fish patties into it and was eating them along with his green food.
“Well…” you hesitated, searching for the right words. Did you? “They are nice, I guess? I’ve seen some at work; people seem to like them.”
You didn’t know what the big craze about them was, but they sold well.
“Are they pillows?” you asked him. “Or just… you know. Squishy big toys?”
Sam hummed in contemplation as he ate.
“Just that, I think,” he shrugged.
You squeezed your little Grimace.
“Well, it’s cute,” you decided, holding it close to your chest. “I’ll cherish my Grimace very much. Thank you, Sam.”
He smiled again.
“You’re welcome,” he said softly.
You ate the salads together, and when you were done, you even sat down to watch something with Sam – an HBO documentary on some girl who killed her mother. It was a terrible case, honestly. Poor girl didn’t even deserve to go to prison in your opinion.
He pulled some video game box you didn’t know the brand, and you played together until he said he had some papers to go back to, so you just made your way back to your shed for a good boredom session of masturbation and a nap – and maybe you were holding your grimace a little too close when you fell asleep.
You woke up with some knocking on your door, confused, and got up quickly, searching for your robe to cover yourself up. Sam wasn’t signing up for an eyeful of you, as much as you wanted him to.
When you went to open the door, there was no one there, and there was a big box by your door.
Weird.
You picked it up, locking the door behind you as you got inside, and used the nearest sharp thing you could find to open it.
What wasn’t your surprise when you found another box inside.
Oh, great, look at that, a practical joke.
But you frowned at the sight of what was written on the outside.
Squishmallows.
You opened it and there were three squishmallows inside, a goat, a strawberry, and a popcorn. Oh, they were all so nice.
You grabbed the outside box, and it was addressed to you.
Had Sam done this?
You softened.
Oh, that was so sweet of him.
You took all three, setting them on your bed, and squeezed the strawberry one, resting your face on it.
Oh, you didn’t deserve him.
Chapter Text
With time, you kind of forgot Cordell.
He became no more than a car driving in late at night, and then out early in the morning. Sometimes, you wondered how much he slept at night, because he was always out of the house.
Didn’t he have breaks? Days off?
Apparently not. Every day, he spent every sunshine hour away, never eating dinner at home, never even showing up to his own house.
You started hanging out with Sam. Every night after dinner, and the time you had off… usually, you’d leave him alone to work on his cases.
A week in, you just… hang around.
Helping.
And you like doing that, helping him. You liked being around him, even if you weren’t doing anything with him.
“Y/N, have you seen my stapler?” he asked.
You raised your eyes from the book in your hands – his book. You were in his office, on his couch, reading his book… while he worked. Sam was going through his drawer, the wrong one, with a frown on his face.
Your eyes shifted over the table, and they were quite literally on his reach, by the side of his printer like they always were, right beside the little box of golden paper clips.
But then you looked at him, and Sam looked so tired. The poor man was exhausted, he’d been working on this case the whole week, trying to get it through… something something, you didn’t know law.
“Sam, you’ve been in this office all week,” you put the book aside, setting something to mark it as you walked to his printer, taking it and showing it to him.
He raised his eyes to you, giving you puppy eyes.
“If I didn’t come up here to spent time with you, you’d be a full hermit.”
Sam smiled, embarrassed.
“I’m buried in work,” he told you. “People need help. I can’t let them down.”
Oh, you almost swooned.
How could someone be that good?! How could anyone have such a good heart and be so altruistic?!
Still, you shook your head, and pulled the papers from his hand, setting them aside.
“And what about what you need?” you asked, putting the stapler over it. “The world won’t end because you took a couple of days to rest.”
He pouted a little, and you couldn’t help yourself, reaching for him and petting his hair, brushing it into the right place gently.
“My mum used to say something about people who are so good they forget themselves,” you exhaled. “You can’t give anything if you’ve worked yourself into emptiness. Probably her way of saying something about burnout when they didn’t have that word.”
Sam chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning onto your touch, looking so peaceful for a second you were afraid to do anything more than what you were doing, to touch him any less.
Oh, poor big man.
He pulled back, and you took your hand away.
“You know what,” you decided. “Lay on the couch. I’ll get you a full back one.”
The made Sam look at you very surprised, and you just fixed your desk a little bit as he moved to stand up.
“You know how to do that?” he asked, sounding surprised.
You smirked, rubbing your hands together.
“What don’t I know how to do?!” you asked him back.
Mum worked a lot, endlessly – and she insisted you didn’t work, so you would have time to go to school and study. When she came home at the end of her shifts, she was usually so tired, and had so much back pain, you learned how to massage it to help her.
Sam took off his jacket and lied down on the couch, pulling some pillows to set under his head, and you let yourself watch his body as he moved.
He was so tall, and so strong.
Living near him felt like living near a TV star or something, he was too handsome!
Sometimes, you woke up to him working out in the backyard, and it was quite the sight.
Which reminded you…
“Actually, you should take off your shirt too,” you requested. “It’s easier.”
Sam complied quickly, sitting up, and you let your eyes drag through every bit of skin you could catch.
Those damn back muscles…
He lied down again, and you looked around the room for a moment, seeing the small vial of hand lotion he had nearby, and coated your hands to make sure they weren’t too rough before moving to the couch.
Fuck, he was hot.
You shook yourself out of it, rubbing your hands together to warm them as you walked to him, and Sam raised his eyebrows to you before turning his head away and closing his eyes.
“I’m all yours,” he told you, and you could see he was holding back a smile. “Do your best.”
And your best you did – or tried to do.
Sam stayed perfectly quiet as you took your hand to him, trying to find the right spots to run your hands on, apply pressure and massage him. The sound of his grunts, hisses and moans made you want to both giggle and jump on his bones.
You stretched yourself to try to get to the side of his body more distant to you, frowning your nose a bit.
How could a man big that big, dammit?
Sam turned his head, opening a single eye to look at you.
“You can get on a more comfortable position,” he told you.
That made you frown a bit. No, that didn’t sound-
“Really,” Sam insisted. “It’s fine. Go on. Sit on me.”
You scowled.
“I don’t want to hurt you!” you protested.
And that was apparently fun enough that it made him laugh!
“You won’t!” Sam insisted. “Go on.”
At last, you sighed.
Fine, then.
You adjusted your pants and climbed on top of him, setting your thighs on the sides of his hips and sitting on his butt, and waited.
“So?” you asked him, ready to get up.
Sam just hummed and adjusted his shoulders, flexing those miles of muscle.
“Perfectly fine,” he affirmed, closing his eyes, giving you a thumb’s up. “You can proceed, featherlight.”
You glared at the back of his neck, but went back to your work again.
Fine, then, if he didn’t think you were heavy, it was on him.
You went back to his back, using your lower palm and your fingers to work on the knots and the tension, until Sam was fully relaxed under you.
A bit too relaxed?
You pulled back, and he didn’t react, just breathing very calmly, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise when you heard the sound of a soft snore.
“Sam?” you called softly.
No answer.
You tried being careful as you moved his hand to his face, brushing his hair back, and there he was, fast asleep with his mouth slightly open.
Adorable.
He was probably so tired from all the work, poor man. Of course he deserved a nap!
You didn’t wait, patting the pocket of your sweats and getting your phone, snapping a picture of his face, and put it back in your pocket as you couldn’t help watching him, sitting absolutely still.
Sam looked so peaceful like that, so soft, you’d never seen him like that.
He usually looked so tense, just like Cordell.
They were so stressed all the time!
Oh, you wanted to hold him and watch him sleep for hours, how stupid was that?!
You could kiss him. You could kiss him many, many times. Spend hours on it.
But you didn’t, of course. Cause you weren’t a creep!
Or… not too much of one.
Still, you couldn’t help yourself, leaning in and resting your head on the seat of the couch, watching him for a bit.
Just a little bit, you were going to get up before he woke up!
Suddenly, his eyes opened, and you stiffened up, caught in the act as he rubbed his eye.
“I’m-” you went to apologise, but he spoke before you did.
“I’m so sorry,” Sam spoke quickly. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Did I push you?”
You shook your head, putting your hand on his shoulder.
“No, no,” you shook your head. “It’s fine, really. You… looked really peaceful. I was just… lo- checking.”
His face went pink, and you felt your face burning too, and Sam cleared his throat as you kept your eyes on him, unsure.
“I…” he started, and then cleared his throat. “I think my back is feeling much better now.”
Your eyes widened.
Oh, shit!
You jumped away from him and to your feet, fixing your clothes quickly, burning in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” you spoke quickly. “I’ll… let you nap. You deserve a nap.”
He sat up, and you tried very hard to keep your eyes off of him.
Okay, time to go, yeah.
You walked away from him and out of the office. The moment you were out in the year, you started giggling.
Fucked. You were fucked.
Chapter 16
Chapter by WellDoneBeca
Chapter Text
You made a little box of snacks to go back to Sam’s office the next night, with everything you could find as nice things to much on: popcorn, those healthy cookies and chips, and some gummy bears in case you hated the other shit. You’d washed your hair earlier and even put on a nice dress you remembered him eyeing when you went shopping together, not too short but… well, it showed your legs a little bit.
“Sam,” you called, stopping by his closed door. “Can I come in?”
There was a moment of silence and then he answered.
“Yeah, come in.”
You weren’t surprised when you opened the door and there he was again, buried in work and papers.
“As your self-appointed unpaid secretary,” you set your little box down on the couch. “I’d like to inform you it’s past six.”
That seemed to get his attention, because Sam raised his eyes to look at you, at last, adorably confused.
“Six?” he repeated.
You hummed positively, taking the papers in his hands and walking to his box of clips, and straightened the pages to then bind them together.
“Which means Mr Lawyer Samuel Winchester is not here anymore,” you decided, turning to him, standing between him and the printer. “And you are not permitted to go through his things when he isn’t here anymore.”
Sam raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised and amused.
“I’m not?” he repeated, a smile spreading on his lips.
You steeled yourself to stay in the role and not burst into laughing too.
“You’re not. And I will have to ask you to leave Mr Lawyer Samuel Winchester’s office.”
Sam snorted, closing his eyes, and you had to press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing too.
“Please,” you squeaked.
He let out a laugh, and you couldn’t help yourself anymore, giggling along with him, but you walked away from him to give him space to walk as he stood up.
“Alright, alright,” Sam agreed as you took your box. “I’ll leave Mr Winchester’s office.”
“Mr Lawyer Samuel Winchester,” you corrected him, giggling. “You gotta say the full name!”
He laughed more.
“Mr Lawyer Samuel Winchester,” he laughed. “Fine, fine.”
You walked out with him following you, laughter dying slowly as he closed his door, but you were still smiling when he turned to look at you fully.
“Well?” Sam asked. “You have me.”
You grinned.
“And we are going to watch something,” you told him. “While we eat snacks.”
He squinted at you, not looking sure.
“Your pick,” you added. “Whatever you wanna watch, as long as it keeps you out of the office.”
Sam chuckled.
“Mr Lawyer Samuel Winchester’s office?” he asked.
You smiled more.
“Absolutely.”
So you went down to the kitchen, and did popcorn the way he did – in a paper bag in the microwave without any salt or fun stuff, and poured it into a bowl and got two beers from the fridge before walking back to the living room, surprised to find the couch pulled out as if it was a bed, and the centre table organised very prettily with the snacks.
“Wow,” you stopped to look at you. “That looks nice.”
Sam raised his head, fluffing the pillows in the couch.
“Just making things more comfortable,” he told you, his cheeks going a little pink. “It’s a long film.”
You looked at the TV, still dark, and put the popcorn down.
Well, if he said so.
“Do you want anything else from the kitchen?” you asked him.
He pressed some buttons, and you finally caught side of what was waiting in the TV. Oh.
“Pride and Prejudice?” you asked.
He looked at you with pink cheeks.
“I used to watch it with my mother,” he told her. “Cordell and Liam mocked me every time.”
“It’s a nice movie,” you sat down. “Rather long, if I remember.”
Sam sat down with the remote and cracked one of the beers open, giving it to you.
“You’ve read the book, right?” he asked, reaching for another;.
You raised one of your eyebrows to tease him.
“It’s based in a book?” you feigned confusion.
He turned to you, completely wide-eyed, and you laughed aloud.
“I’m kidding!” you teased him, taking a sip. “I was supposed to read it at school, but I might have skipped a few pages to write my resume.”
A few? A lot of them.
You were never the slow-burn kind of reader. Maybe because your life always made you wait long enough for anything, you wanted your books to show their goods early on.
“Why would you do that?” he asked, looking shocked. “It’s such a good book.”
You scoffed a bit.
“Have you ever been forced to read anything for school?” you raised your eyebrows. “It’s the fastest way to hate it.”
Sam pouted, and you judged him gently.
“You could read it to me any day,” you joked.
That broke his pout, and he looked back at you.
“Don’t worry, after seeing this you’ll wanna read it front to back,” he declared very confidently.
You tucked your chin, resting on the couch.
Oh. Of course.
He started the movie, and you picked up the bag of gummy bears as you watched it start.
It was a really pretty thing, really. You remember how Mr Darcy always looked like he was either very much in love with Elizabeth but couldn’t show it or like he hated everything. Sometimes both, admittedly.
Twenty minutes in, you were sitting a bit close to Sam.
Half an hour in, you were laying your head on his shoulder.
Forty-five minutes in, you were both lying on the couch, kind of side by side, no one holding anyone.
The scene of just them in the room was incredibly breathtaking.
At the one-hour mark, you felt him moving and held your breath, the film in front of you forgotten as you waited for what he was going to say, but he just put his arm around you and held you close.
You frowned to yourself at the scene in the rain, keeping your eyes on the screen as you heard Sam behind you mumbling to the words in the film without any effort, as if he had them in his mind for ages.
“I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you,” he spoke softly. “I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.”
That was humiliating!
How could he say that to someone he claimed to love?!
It made no fucking sense!
“I don’t understand,” you groaned, somehow at the same time Elizabeth did on screen, and groaned more.
“I love you,” the man spoke, but Sam didn’t. “Most ardently. Please, do me the honour of accepting my hand.”
Instead, he pulled back a bit.
“What?”
You grimaced.
“How is that romantic?” you turned, resting your back fully at the couch and looking at his face. “How is he treating her like she is inferior to him romantic?”
The movie paused, and Sam focused on your face, looking incredibly surprised at your question.
“It’s… the times,” he spoke slowly. “And their character. She is very proud, he is very prejudiced. It’s why he does what he does.”
You frowned more. Well, that wasn’t an explanation!
“So what, he gets to treat her badly and knock her down three notches, and then propose to her?”
It didn’t make sense.
That was the most horrible way of getting into a relationship. He clearly thought shit of her, and of her family.
It was Sam’s turn to frown to you.
“How long ago have you watched this?” he asked, not answering your question.
That made you stop.
Well…
“A while?” you spoke back, more of a question than an affirmation, unsure.
You watched it when you read the book, for school. Some girl you forgot the name had a copy at home.
Sam shook his head, and put his hand on your middle again, pulling you to face the TV and with your back pressed against his chest.
“Keep watching.”
The moment his grip tightened, your brain quite literally flashed with the mental image of his hand coming up between your legs, spreading them and-
“I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done,” Elizabeth spoke, near deadpanned.
Well, you didn’t remember that.
Maybe cause you copied half of the work?
That didn’t matter.
“Are you rejecting me?” he spoke on screen.
“Why is he even surprised?” you mumbled.
But Sam shushed you, his lips so close to your neck it made you shiver and for your walls to squeeze around absolutely nothing.
Okay, you were not going to survive a whole night like this, no.
“And I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment,” Sam spoke with Elizabeth as she raised her voice, stepping to Darcy, and he kept talking as the man.
And she proceeded to rip him a new asshole. And he deserved that! She spoke of how he separated her sister and Bingley, which to you would be enough that you would never look at his face if you were in their place. And of course, he offended her family!
“And those are the words of a gentleman. From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry!” she spoke, and you wondered if she would take a bite out of him.
Or fuck him right there and then, whichever one was faster.
And he walked away!
Well, anybody would and should, but it didn’t make sense.
You frowned.
“Aren’t they meant to be together?” you asked. “I thought he proposed to her.”
You remembered something with her father, right?
Sam hummed behind you quietly.
“Well, we got a lot of film to get through,” he answered simply. “Why don’t you wait and see?”
His fingers were making circles on your belly.
His fingers were making circles on your belly and you couldn’t think of anything else.
“I’m sorry,” you looked back at the screen, crossing your legs under the knee and keeping your thighs shut. “I’m probably being very annoying.”
Maybe that would keep your brain in the right place.
He chuckled behind you, his chest vibrating against your back.
“You’re not, no,” he assured you. “Jess was the same way.”
You frowned, turning your face a little, but the position wasn’t too easy.
Sam shifted a little bit behind you, and you tried to accommodate for him, letting him slip a leg between yours, your mind taken now.
“Who’s Jess?” you asked.
Did he have another sister you didn’t know? You’d only learned of Liam days ago.
Sam made silence for a moment.
“She…” he started, and paused.
You could feel it, his looking for words.
“And old friend,” he told you, at last, and you could feel his lips on your shoulder. “From college.”
And you couldn’t quite think of anything more you should ask him, because you were completely distracted.
Was he kissing your skin or just resting his lips?
But his touch left you, and you couldn’t help the way you exhaled deeply.
It took a second, really, what happened.
Sam, moved back and you lied on the touch again, because he probably wanted to say something.
Then his fingers were under your chin, and his face was right above yours,
And then you kissed him.
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Sam’s kiss was delicate and so gentle it was like you were in the warmest embrace, just making you melt and melt and melt, soft and mindmelting.
His hand was holding onto your chin, and you could feel the edges of his hair brushing against your skin, but nothing like Cordell’s beard scratching your skin.
You reached for him mid it, putting your hand on his cheek, keeping him as close as you could.
You’d been so damn hungry for Sam for so long, all you wanted was to hold him and pull him and devour him until you didn’t have a drop of oxygen in your body to cling to before breaking away from him.
But it wasn’t you who pulled back, it was Sam.
He looked at you with his eyes widened in pure shock, frozen.
“Oh my God,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t-”
Well, you didn’t let him finish. No apologising, no; you wanted him to fuck you, no morals questioned.
You kissed him again, arching your body to keep your face close to his, and Sam held you as you turned around to fully face him, holding you close to his chest.
When you pulled back to look at him, Sam outrightly sought you again.
But he opened his eyes anyway, and you watched them shift side to look into yours, anxious, as if he didn’t know what to say.
Well, it wasn’t like you had much to say either!
And maybe that was a terrible move for you to make, but… you really wanted him. You wanted him so much.
So you spread your legs and you took his hand, keeping your gaze on his as you slid it down to set it between your thighs, hoping he would understand.
You’d been wet for half an hour already.
Sam clenched his jaw, and you inhaled when he pushed your underwear to the side and ran his finger over your lower lips, licking his own before resting his forehead over yours, closing his eyes.
The tip of his finger pressed and circled your clit, ad you couldn’t help the moan that broke through your throat.
And that seemed to be enough to break whatever was stopping the two of you from moving.
You were reaching for his shirt, his… everything you could pull and reach and throw off of him, and you managed to get his belt as he pushed your dress up over your thighs and hips.
Sam moved back enough for you to pull his shirt up and off of his body, and pushed your body against the couch before lowering his lips to your neck, licking, kissing, sucking and making you shiver under him, taking your hands up to grip his hair, arching your chest as his hand worked on pushing your straps out of the way, pushing your dress down and out of the way.
You closed your eyes, tugging on his soft hair as he sucked hickies on your skin, scratching you with his teeth, and all you could think is that you weren’t feeling enough for him, that you were too apart still.
You pushed those feelings down quickly. It was sex.
You two were just going to fuck, and that was going to work those silly feelings away from your mind. It would clear your brain, and you wouldn’t have to worry about it ever again.
So you took your hand down and pushed his jeans along, spreading your legs to fit him in as you tried to get him out of those stupid clothes!
He lowered his lips more, past your collarbone and down to the middle of your chest, pushing your dress out of the way.
“Pretty tits, always teasing me,” he nosed you, kissing the vale between your breasts. “Couldn’t stop thinking about them.”
He pushed your dress down, bunching it around your waist, and you inhaled deep when he licked you from the base of your breast to the tip of your nipple, scratching you with his teeth, making your whole body shake.
“Sam,” you whined.
Why would he waste time like that?
Couldn’t he just fuck you?!
But Sam just hummed, kissing the side of your breast, making everything in you vibrate as he took his hand down again to between your legs, and you pouted when he felt his fingers outrightly pressing your panties to your pussy, spreading wetness you felt had sipped through.
“If you want something you need to ask,” Sam decided, thumb pushing against you and to your hole, as if he was trying his very best to ruin your panties.
You let out a mixture of a whine and moan, mind half-clouding as you arched your hips.
“No teasing,” you pleaded. “Not fair.”
He moved his mouth along, to the other side of your breast, licking and biting, doing the very same thing he’d done before without a care for your impatience.
“Poor girl,” he crooned, making your pussy squeeze in emptiness. “Wanting things to be fair...”
His hands moved to her thighs, squeezing them.
“So can’t I enjoy you?” he spread you more.
You pouted, glaring at him.
“You’re being mean!” you protested, hands on his shoulders and a pout on your lips.
There was a different between enjoying and being mean!
Sam raised his head, looking at you and smirking.
“Maybe...” he took one of your hands, and then the other. “I like being mean to you.”
You glared at him, still pouting, and he pushed your arms up, holding you in place and raising his body completely.
“Unless you want me to take what I want,” he pressed his crotch against yours, hard cock right against your pussy.
You moaned, chasing him right away, and Sam’s eyes darkened.
“I see,” he hummed.
You breathed in deep, and he let you go, which left you completely confused. That was until, of course, he started undressing, and you followed suit, pushing your dress off and out of the way as he kicked his shoes away and tossed his socks somewhere you didn’t care, and you almost felt like prey when he focused on you again.
“Fuck me,” you mumbled.
His lips twitched up, and you watched hungrily as he pushed his jeans off, at last, and dammit, he was hot everywhere. There wasn’t a single inch of his skin in Sam Winchester that was flawed.
“Happily.”
Sam made stood above you on the couch and you raised your head to keep your eyes on his, earning a teasing look, and your lips parted when he wrapped his hand slowly around your throat, passingly, on the way to cradling our jaw and kissing you again, and you kissed him back, hungry, pulling on his wrist to keep his hand in place and yet have more.
More.
You needed more.
He pulled away, and you tried to chase after him, but Sam’s hand kept you in place, squeezing the side of your neck slight, and you let out a stupid moan.
“God, you are…” he whispered under his breath.
But he didn’t finish, and you pouted more, waiting for something – anything.
He said he was going to take what he wanted, right?
Sam pushed you forward to lay on the couch again, and took his hand to your chest pinching one of your nipples before moving his hands to your legs.
“Off with this,” he tugged on your panties, taking them down your hips and thighs, and tossed them off, spreading your legs.
You looked up at his face, holding your breath as he traced his gaze over your whole body.
Sam clicked his tongue.
“You’re glistening,” he exhaled. “Oh, pretty girl… was I teasing you even when I didn’t know?”
He put his hand down between your legs, moving his fingers to your pussy, up and down, from your clit to your entrance, from your entrance to your clit, and down again. You spread your legs more, as far as you could, trying to entice him as you could only whine.
“Completely soaked,” Sam spoke, sounding like he was watching something wonderful.
He pushed his finger in, the littlest bit, pushing in and making circles over the very tip of your entrance, and you moaned, empty as he teased you.
“Sam,” you pleaded.
Sam stopped, looking at your face, and his eyes softened as he took his hand away, touching your thigh with such gentleness you felt like he was taken to a completely different world.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he spoke. “Just tell me stop. You can leave, we can just pretend this-”
You didn’t let him finish it.
No, you were done with stopping and leaving and pretending they didn’t happen.
You stood up, grabbing his face, taking his hand.
“No,” you looked into his eyes. “No, I want all of you. Give me all of you, Sam.”
Sam kissed you again right away, and you let him move you to the couch again, setting himself on top of you as his lips devoured yours hungrily, his teeth tugging on your lower lip when he pulled off and away from you, leaving your cheeks slightly wet, kissing down your neck and down to your chest, making you forget any questions you could bring yourself to answer.
His big hands held you by your waist as he kissed a tray down your chest and your belly, kissing and licking as he spread your legs again.
There was no teasing, really, not a lot of waiting – he teased you enough, he probably knew that. Sam spread your pussy lips and licked a long stripe over you, dragging his tongue over your clit and making your eyes close and every cell in your body focus on a single craving.
More.
Sam pushed his tongue into your cunt and you moaned out, arching your hips and taking your hand up to his hair, tugging, but he barely moved. It was as if he wanted to take every drop for himself.
That big teasing, mean-
His lips wrapped around your clit suddenly, sucking on it, and you cried out in pleasure.
Fuck.
“Sam!” you cried.
You arched your back and your hips to him, chasing his lips. Fuck, you were so close. He’d been teasing you for so long.
Sam pushed a finger into you almost right away, fucking you slowly before pushing a second, his lips and tongue working on your clit eagerly as you panted and moaned.
“Sam,” you arched your body, either thanking him or pleading, you wouldn’t know.
You could feel him chuckling.
“So ready,” he hummed, nosing your mound. “Squeezing my fingers like that, baby, as if you were milking my cock.”
Your eyes heaved and you cried out and you could feel your mind fucking melting.
“Please,” you panted. “Wanna cum, Sam. Please.”
He took his hand up to your chest, pinching and rubbing, playing with your nipple, seeming to know so damn well what you needed he could hang it over you, dangling like a sweet carrot.
Sam moved under you, taking his fingers from inside you to rub your clit at the perfect pace, breaking the damn and driving you over the edge and you came with a cry, the pleasure running over your body like a hot, delicious wave.
You were midway through you when you felt him entering you, pushing his cock into your cunt and stretching every inch it touched as his fingers didn’t fucking stop.
“Fuck!” you cried out.
Maybe it was the same orgasm stretching itself, maybe it was a second coming right in the tail of the first, and fuck it, you didn’t care.
Your body shook under his, and all you could do was reach for him, pull Sam down to you, pressing his body to yours as close as you could have him.
Sam started fucking you. Hard.
So hard, you could hear the wooden feet of the couch scraping on the floor, you could feel separation of the cushions under you, and you didn’t fucking care.
You clung to Sam, holding onto him, kissing him, tugging on his hair, moaning into his lips, clinging to everything and nothing at the same time.
It was both a lot, and not enough. Everything in you cried for him, every cell of your body wanted to touch his.
You knew you should find a balance, you should do a lot of things. Of course, you also did not care about anything else. Just Sam.
Sam was everything, and whatever else was unimportant.
He let your lips go, and the sound that left your lips was the most slutty sound that had ever left you in your life.
“Sam,” you pleaded, the sound of skin against skin following you.
Fuck, it was almost overwhelming, how his cock was brushing against every bit of you, how his hip brushed against your clit, grindingagainst you.
He was everywhere.
“Too much,” you cried. “Sam-”
You clawed at his back, and he pressed his forehead to yours.
“You can take it,” he near growled against your lips. “You can take everything, such a good girl for me.”
Your whole body reacted to those last for words, and you and Sam moaned at the very same time together.
“You like it, hm?” he grabbed your hips. “Wanna be good for me, be my good girl?”
You pussy tightened, and you could just feel yourself get even wetter – as if that was possible.
Yes, yes you wanted to be good. You wanted to be his good girl.
Sam lowered his lips, kissing down your neck and your shoulder, arching his back and dragging his teeth over your nipple, and you arched your chest to him as his hands grabbed your thighs, and you just knew… you hoped hard it bruised, so you would be able to both see and feel him for days.
You wouldn’t be able to wear shorts for a week, unless you wanted people to see.
And maybe you wanted them to see.
Maybe you wanted Cordell to see it. What he walked away from, how you did not need him at all.
The thought of it nearly pushed into an orgasm by itself.
“Sam,” you panted. “Sam, I fucking… please. I need-”
More. Just a little more.
You were a good girl, you were his good girl.
He took a hand between your legs, smart fingers coming right to your clit, and your eyes rolled back as your body was taken with pleasure, breaking over the edge and throwing you into a river of pleasure.
Sam kept fucking you right through it, and your mind was a sweet mush when you heard and felt something changing, his moans grew darker and his hips moved in a less regular rhythm, harder and tighter, grinding against you.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him, holding him as close as you could as he grunted into your neck.
“Just fucking mine,” he growled. “Mine-”
You held onto him.
“Yours,” you panted. “Just yours.”
Sam squeezed your thighs tighter, and you felt it fully as he came inside you, filling you up – you hadn’t been filled in so long.
His whole body rested on yours and you breathed in deeply, burring your nose in his neck, smelling him as you slowly came back into the real world.
Slowly, you could feel more things. One, how kind of sore your hips wore – you were very spread, your muscles weren’t used to that – and then how you were both very sweaty.
Third was how he had cum inside you.
As in… inside you.
Before you could start panicking, though, Sam pulled back to look at your face, his eyes adorably soft, and you swallowed down, waiting for what he was going to say.
Was he going to walk away now?
Get up and leave you? Pretend it didn’t happen?
But he just kissed you, gentle and soft, and you couldn’t even help yourself from melting a bit with him, letting yourself be pliable for him.
Sam picked you up with ease, sitting on the couch and pulling you to sit on his lap, still kissing you softly, and you could even ignore the way his cum was slipping out of you.
He stood, and you put your head on his neck, closing your eyes, and just kept your thighs around his waist as he carried you up the stairs and beyond, until he opened a door and stopped by it, holding onto you with a single hand – a single arm – and you didn’t open your eyes, even when you heard the sound of buttons and beeping.
You stayed quiet when Sam moved again, sitting down, and you felt softness under your feet, just then looking and seeing his mattress.
Sam kissed your shoulder, rubbing your back as you just clung to him, and he moved you slowly down, setting you on the bed, and it was like all the weight of exhaustion finally fell on you.
And his bed was so comfortable.
You let yourself rest against his pillow and Sam smiled at you gently when you pouted and tried to cling to him.
“Don’t go,” you whined.
“I’ll just go get our stuff from the living room,” he assured you, leaning in to you and kissing your forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute, just rest.”
He covered you up with a blanket, and it was exactly what your body needed.
Before you heard him opening and closing the door, you were asleep.
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You were woken up with kisses.
No phone alarm going off and grabbing you from sweet, sweet sleep, no.
Kisses.
You were in a warm bed in a very cold room, wrapped by the comfiest sheets, on the fluffiest pillow, and you were getting woken up with kisses.
Sam’s lips were moving slowly over your back, from the middle of your beck and up, dotting your skin with them, going up your spine, kissing your shoulder, quiet and soft, waking you up slowly.
You groaned a little bit, burying your face in the pillow for a moment, wanting to just stay where you were and enjoy it.
“Good morning,” Sam kissed the back of your neck, moving to the side of your face. “We gotta get up.”
You pouted, sleepy, keeping your eyes closed.
“Don’t wanna,” you whined. “Wanna stay in bed.”
If you opened your eyes, you would be awake, and if you were awake, you would have to think about your day and everything you had to do with it. You would have to worry about what had happened last night and Sam!
You didn’t want to worry!
But Sam kept kissing you, and you could feel he was smiling against your skin.
“I’m afraid we can’t,” he lamented. “Come on. Breakfast is on me.”
You pouted. Breakfast was always on him.
Though, at last, you turned around to look at him, face up on the bed, and there Sam was, smiling at you like it was just a little normal morning.
“Good morning,” he hummed.
You couldn’t help yourself, smiling back at him, and closed your eyes when Sam placed a short kiss on your lips.
“Good morning,” you mumbled.
Sam grinned more, getting up, and you had to follow him, obviously.
Right by the side of the bed, your dress was folded and waiting for you, so you just took it as Sam put on pants. He came right to you when you were done, kissing your lips again, and you relaxed.
Okay, then.
Okay, he was… okay, with you.
You held his hand and he guided you down, taking you to the kitchen, and somehow you ended up being sat on the counter as he whipped breakfast up for you two.
“Open up,” he told you, walking to you with a fork.
You complied without any thought, and he put a slice of apple into your mouth, and you chewed to it as he moved to your side with a bowl of fruits.
“The frittata is going to be ready in 15 minutes,” he took another slice, offering it to you again. “You can get your things, and I’ll give you a ride to work.”
You pouted, feeling too free with him.
“I don’t wanna go to work,” you pulled Sam closer.
Maybe you were just hungry and that made your mind a little less sharp. Maybe you were just too happy from last night.
A lot of maybes were going on.
But Sam made you feel really good, and you really liked being around him.
“Well, it’s-” he started speaking.
But you didn’t let Sam finish, giving his lips a peck.
“Important-” he tried to continue.
Another peck.
“Yes, yes,” you gave him another peck.
He chuckled, grinning.
“How-” you pecked him. “Can I-” you pecked him again. “Speak-”
You shrugged, still smiling.
He moved closer to you, and kissed you fully, holding your chin up to do so, disarming you. Just then, he pulled away.
“I’ll give you a ride to work,” he told you, as you opened your eyes to look at him. “And when I pick you up, we can get around to do something nice.”
You pouted. But it was so nice to just stay where you were, to just be with Sam.
And now you had to be in the same space as Susan.
Damn Susan.
“Fine,” you exhaled. “I’ll go shower and get my stuff.”
Sam gave your lips a peck.
“I’ll do the same, just meet me back here before the timer is over.”
Through pouting and whining, and with some kisses, you stepped down and did go back into the shed.
It was more than enough time for you to shower and put on your uniform, and your workbag was done. So, you just took a moment to put on perfume and a little bit of makeup – not for work, for Sam.
You rushed back into the house, to get in before his famous frittata was done.
That was, until you heard a voice.
“You are a sick son of a bitch!”
It made you stop, frozen in your spot. You’d known them for long enough, you could hear the difference.
It was Cordell, you knew.
Shit.
“What makes you, then?” Sam asked, his voice way calmer than his brother.
You looked back at the shed and then at the door, not knowing what to do.
No, he wasn’t home. He wasn’t meant to be home, Cordell had been spending every single day away from home, he usually left before the sun was even up!
What was he doing? Why hadn’t he left?
“If you are unhappy with your decisions, don’t come putting them on me,” Sam spoke back to him, sounding like he was moving. “I’m not going to stop my life just because all you do is longing.”
“Of course, all mighty Samuel Winchester,” Cordell spoke back, mocking him. “Fucking his little fix-it project out of pity.”
You frowned. What?
“Don’t-”
“You get the little thief into our house, you feed her, and now you fuck her? You know what, get a fucking disappointment. She’s trouble and we both know that.”
You hardened yourself.
Great. Really.
Not that you didn’t know he saw you like that, but that was… low.
“Fuck off,” Sam said simply.
“Or is it Jess you’re trying to replace?” Cordell continued to speak. “They are the same age, aren’t they? A good little replacement?”
That’s when you heard them moving inside, and something slamming against something.
Or… someone.
It was what made you move.
You rushed into the house through the backdoor, and there they were.
Sam had grabbed Cordell and had him pressed right against the wall, the two of them looking very, very angry at one another.
“You know I’m right,” Cordell practically spat in his face. “You know exactly-”
But Sam didn’t let him finish, he slammed him against the wall again.
“You will shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll shut it myself!”
Fucking Christ.
“Sam,” you walked to them. “Let him go!”
It was just then that they both looked in your direction, and you could feel Cordell’s full-on glare in your direction.
Sam looked over you, wide-eyed, but you turned your eyes on his brother instead.
He let him go, stepping away, and Cordell adjusted his shirt roughly, turning his glare to Sam again.
But instead of fully leaving, Sam turned around from his spot.
“You talk about me, but I don’t regret shit,” he argued back. “Jess has been dead for years, I moved on. And what do you do, again? Oh, yes, you turn your back, jump into that high horse of yours and pretend Em and the kids don’t exist.”
Cordell’s face changed and he moved so quickly, that you could barely see him before he was on Sam again.
“Shut the fuck-”
But you didn’t let him finish it, you were already between them, pushing Cordell out of away and standing between them.
“Stop!” you nearly screamed at him.
What the fuck were they even talking about?
Em?
Jess?
Who were they? Cause clearly, Sam had hidden something when he said Jess was just a friend!
You looked back at Sam, but he was glaring at Cordell. They were just staring at one another.
With you between, quite literally.
“You...” you stuttered. “I’m-”
But what could you say?
It was your fault!
You were the reason they were fighting. Even since you arrived in their life, that was what they did!
“I have to go to work,” you realised. “I can’t… fuck.”
“I’ll give you a ride,” one of them spoke, and your mind was so messy you couldn’t even fucking know.
“No!” you nearly shouted back.
No, you didn’t want to be near any of them right now.
You stepped out, and you could see Cordell moving.
“You don’t have a car!” he growled, as if you were the one being fucking absurd.
That… that made you want to punch him. He had a very punchable face.
But you walked away.
“You know how I get there every fucking day?” you yelled at him, getting your bag from the floor. “I get my fucking ass into the fucking bus like the fucking adult that I am!”
You walked out the door.
Chapter Text
To your best of luck, work was fine.
Not wonderful, not terrible… fine.
You put things into place, cleaned up issues on isles, helped people in the self-check out.
Good and done.
But when you made your way out of the next-door coffee shop with a very deserved snack to make at least something in your day better, five minutes after your shift was done, to sit down and fucking eat…
You heard a car honking at you.
And not a random car, either.
The damn car that woke you up by shining its dozen of lights into your shed and making you think the sun was up before sunrise.
You exhaled, sitting down and taking a bite.
No. You were not going to look.
That was not for you.
But he honked again.
You glared at the car, and Cordell glared right back at you.
But he drove away from you, and parked up.
“Is there a problem, Officer?” you called out. “Do you want to check if I paid for this overpriced cinnamon bum?”
He shook his head, but chuckled, and you bit into it, not moving from your spot.
What did he want now?
“Cute,” he walked to you, hands in his pocket. “Come on, I’m driving you home.”
You didn’t move, chewing on the little bum calmly.
“Yeah, no,” you told him, shaking your head. “Thank you, but no.”
Cordell didn’t move from in front of you.
“It’s getting dark, I don’t want you catching the bus so late.”
He was a stubborn fuck, that man.
Good thing you were just as stubborn.
“I’ve taken the bus on darker days,” you looked down to the street. Your bus was going to be there in about 5 minutes. “Thank you for the offer, officer, but I’ll let it pass.”
So what, he thought that was enough?
He left you naked and spent days without saying even hello to you, and now thought he could just come and say he was going to drive you home?
No, that didn’t work, not with you.
Cordell stood right there, not moving a muscle, blocking your distant view of the sunset.
You just ate another bite calmly, checking your wristwatch. It was a two-minute calm walk down, so you really needed to finish this.
“You’re not intimidating me,” you warned him, taking the last bite.
He exhaled as you took your bag and put it over your shoulder.
“I’m not trying to.”
You just hummed a little, walking off.
“Hey, come on!” he called. “I need to know where at least one of you is right now.”
You froze at his words.
What?
Where one of you-
“What?” you looked at him. “One of us?”
Cordell moved his eyes away, avoiding yours.
“Sam left,” he told her, sounding half embarrassed.
What?!
“Left?” he asked back. “Where? When?!”
He left? The town? Moved out? All that in a day?
Because of you?!
But Cordell raised both of his hands.
“It’s his thing!” he defended himself. “He gets stressed and he leaves, okay? He just… hides somewhere we won’t ever find him. It’s how he deals with stress.”
You took your hands up, rubbing your face stressfully.
Of course. He had told you about that.
Sam liked space to think.
“When?” you asked.
And he didn’t look worried at all, he looked like he was whining about his teen kid not washing the dishes and locking himself up in his bedroom.
“The morning,” Cordell told you. “When I tried to talk to him.”
Tried to talk? So that was what he called what he did?
“Was that after you slammed him in the kitchen?” you raised your eyebrows. “Or after you cussed at him?”
He clenched his jaw.
“Of course, you’re taking his side,” he scoffed.
Taking his…
“Oh, and you make it so easy to understand yours, don’t you?” you barked back.
Before he could answer, though, there went your bus, past the stop on the other side of the street.
Fuck.
You wanted to strangle him right there and then.
“Just let me drive you home,” Cordell insisted, stepping closer to you.
You took a step away, not letting him get too close.
“Please?”
You exhaled, exhausted.
It would be another 23 minutes until there was another bus that stopped near their place.
Dammit.
“Fine,” you mumbled.
Cordell breathed out, and he turned, walking to his car without another word, and you rolled your eyes, following after him, both of you in silence.
Of course, when he did get to the car and opened the door for you… you went to sit on the back.
Cause who did he think he was and you were?
He wanted to give you a ride, you were going to treat him like a ride.
You buckled your seatbelt and crossed your arms, just watching him, and he let out a breath of annoyance, but he didn’t complain, taking off with the car. You couldn’t help your worry as it grew a bit.
Maybe Sam had texted you?
But you checked, and he hadn’t texted nor called you.
You chewed on your lower lip, looking over at Cordell through the mirror.
What had he done?
“Why would Sam leave like that?” you looked away from it and to the window.
He exhaled, sounding tired.
“It isn’t personal. Sometimes Sam needs… space,” he spoke slowly. “It's what he calls it.”
You glared at the back of his neck.
Why would he say it like that?
“From everyone. You, me… the whole house,” he exhaled. “It was worse when he was a teen. He’d once rented a motel room in another town and stayed away for two days.”
You frowned.
Two whole days?
What was he trying to run away from?!
“What did you do to make him run away?” you asked.
That earned you a glare from the mirror.
“Why do you think it was my fault?”
His fault? As a single person? Maybe not.
“All of you,” you corrected him. “And I don’t know, Cordell. Maybe cause people in happy families don’t want to leave their family?”
Maybe you were dirt poor, but you were treated well at home. You never wanted to leave mum!
Cordell breathed in sharply, and you could see his hands squeezing the wheel hard.
“Our parents love us!” he nearly hissed, sharp. “They took care of us. It’s not our fault Sam is difficult.”
You scoffed.
Sure.
“It’s not!” he emphasised it, as if you hadn’t heard him. “He was the one always butting heads with dad, he was the one who didn’t want to fit in.”
You glanced up at him and at the road again.
So what, Sam wanted to run away from a perfectly understanding and nurturing environment? He felt so out of place he put distance between himself and the most loving individuals in the world and gave himself a different surname?
Yeah, no.
You were not in Cordell’s family, you didn’t know anyone but the twins, but any family that had siblings that fucking hostile with each other was not a happy family, no matter how blind some of their kids were.
But you just bit your tongue. You wouldn’t want anyone to offend your parents, even if they weren’t perfect. They were your family.
And his family was his family.
But that seemed to make him even less happy. You could feel his glare through the little mirror.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It’s your life. You know what you’re talking about.”
But no wonder they seemed to hate one another so much, if Cordell just treated Sam like he was overreacting to everything.
The moment he parked up in the garage, you just stepped out of the car before he could do so, striding back to your shed with your things.
“You think it’s my fault?” he called after you.
God, he was not going to drop it, was he?
You were trying to be nice! Something he could learn to be!
“I didn’t say anything,” you called out without looking in his direction.
“But you’re thinking it!” he accused.
That made you stop, and you groaned as he came to you.
“I don’t know, Cordell!” you groaned, frustrated. “I’ve known you for as long as I know him, and I don’t know what you think we talk about, but it is not childhood trauma.”
Dammit.
He stopped, huffing, and you stepped away from him, not wanting another fight — you had enough of them.
But then you remembered something and turned around right to look at him.
“Who is Jessica?” you asked.
The whole day, that name had been bouncing on the walls of your mind. You didn’t remember exactly what they had said of her in the morning, but Sam had spoken about her last night, and he had lied, you knew that.
You stepped up to Cordell, and his whole body tensed up, not out of anger but just… discomfort.
“It’s not my story to tell,” he answered simply.
You exhaled, the answer just a chorus of what Sam had said when you asked about Emily.
Which brought you to…
“Then who is Emily?” you asked.
Cordel swallowed down, frozen in front of you.
“That one is yours, right?”
He exhaled, and you could see a hundred different feelings on his face before his face hardened.
“Let’s get inside,” he decided.
Well… if he was going to talk.
“Fine.”
Chapter Text
You put your things down as you walked to the living room, and sat down on the couch as Cordel moved around and walked straight into the drink cabinet.
The room was just the same as you’d left in the morning, practically the same as at night. No one had even stopped to clean it.
“So what?” you tossed your shoes off and put your foot on the empty centre table. “Are you a deadbeat? Overworked husband?”
He turned around, glaring at you, and you shrugged.
“What, you can think I’m a runaway and I can’t think you’re a deadbeat?” you raised your eyebrows. “Where is the fairness in that?”
Cordell rolled his eyes and looked away, but you smirked at your small victory.
“I’m not,” he answered in a half mumble. “Neither of them.”
You waited, tilting your head as you waited for what he had to say.
Cordell sipped his whiskey, raising it to his lips.
“I was married to Emily for 17 years,” he started speaking. “We had two kids together. She was… my world.”
You softened. Oh.
That was… different from what you’d thought.
“And she was always… she is very kind and very loyal. The most altruistic person I know. And that really… it really put her in a terrible place,” he exhaled, leaning behind the couch.
You watched him, but Cordell wasn’t looking at you, he was just facing away.
“She was bringing supplies to the border when she was attacked,” he explained, his whole body looking tense. “She was shot and almost left for dead. If Geri, a friend of ours, was the one who found her just in time.”
You swallowed down, a bit surprised.
Oh, shit.
“She spent the next six months in comatose, and I… wanted to be good. And strong. And a good dad, a good husband,” he nearly spat out. “But I wasn’t.”
You breathed in deep, adjusting on the seat, his bitterness pouring out of him.
“I got into the first undercover mission I found,” he straightened his back, taking more of his whiskey. “And I spent that whole time and longer in it, working. When I came back home, she was on her healing journey and… well, let's say neither of us was the same. She was obviously not happy I had left, and my kids certainly didn’t differ.”
You tried to keep your face from showing how much you agreed with them. It was a sore subject for him, you didn’t need to pour salt on that wound.
“We were both different, and those two different people weren’t compatible like the two first,” he continued. “We decided it was better for everyone if we separated.”
You swallowed down. Well, that seemed logical.
He moved, and you frowned a bit as he reached for inside the cabinet and pulled something out.
Cordell didn’t look at you when he extended his hand, offering you a picture frame.
Of course.
You vaguely remembered seeing her face in his office. Emily was very beautiful.
Their two kids looked like two happy kids who didn’t struggle, there wasn’t much to say about them.
He looked very happy in the picture with them.
“Sam offered the extra room, we made the closet into an office,” he mumbled out. “And I live here.”
You raised your eyes to him, and stopped, frozen when you realised his state. Cordell’s eyes were full of tears, his lips were pressed together, and he seemed to just be trying to hold it.
You set the picture aside before you moved, kneeling on the couch behind him and wrapping your arms around his body, hugging him close, holding him as best as you could.
His body trembled under you, so big and yet so fragile in his soft sobbing.
“I’m sorry,” his hands sought yours, and he reached behind you, holding you close at that awkward angle.
Cordell sniffed and squeezed your hand tightly.
“I ruin everything,” he lamented, his voice wavering. “I always do that.”
You shook your head, resting your chin on his shoulder a bit.
“It’s alright,” you squeezed him. “We have that in common. We can make a club.”
But he shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” he insisted. “For what I did to you. For being so terrible.”
You rubbed his arm, feeling him trembling under you.
It was a bit strange, feeling him so… open, vulnerable, honest… seeing him cry and just feeling how much he was hurting.
Had Cordell ever told any of this to Sam? Had he ever shown him that trust?
You didn’t have any siblings, but you wish you did. It would be someone who understood you, someone you could count on.
They should be able to have that.
“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I get it.”
He heaved under you, but you didn’t let him go.
He looked like he really needed that.
And what kind of person would refuse a hug when someone apologised to them, right?
Especially when they were alone.
It was fine.
Chapter Text
You didn’t leave the house.
Well, you did, technically. You left your things and changed out of your uniform and then you came back.
By the time you went to your shed, Cordell was looking calmer and when you were inside again, he wasn’t sniffing anymore.
So you went back to silence.
Because… yeah.
You kept your phone by your side, checking for anything from Sam – a text, a call, a location… at this point, you’d even accept him saying he was alive.
Your thoughts started wondering as you bit your nail, nervous.
What if he was upset with you?
What if Cordell had said something?
You didn’t know how Sam would react to what happened between you two, and you had never been too eager to find out.
It wasn’t like you had something with either of them. You were young and single, and all that, but… men were men. And they were twins.
And they didn’t really get well with one another much.
Damn, not being in survival mode anymore really gave your brain the freedom of growing anxiety.
Great.
Very fun.
You raised your eyes when Cordell cleared his throat, moving to you with a half filled glass in his hand.
“Sweet tea,” he offered.
You took it, holding it and giving it a sniff. Well, you weren’t exactly the tea drinking kind.
“Not gonna poison me, right?” you tried to joke. “I know you’re police, but I’m pretty sure that still a crime.”
Cordell scoffed, drinking from his own cup, and you smirked, exhaling.
Before you could fall into silence, though, he cleared his throat.
“So...” he spoke slowly. “You and Sam.”
You exhaled, holding the glass and drinking slowly.
Well.
“Look, if you wanna talk about whatever is going on, we are going to need something stronger,” you requested.
Cordell huffed to himself, and then walked to the drink cabinet and taking a whiskey bottle before walking to you again, and you extended your glass to him, watching him fill it up with probably the same amount of whiskey as it had of tea before doing the same to his own glass.
He gulped half of it down before sitting down on the couch in front of you and looking at you expectantly.
You did the same thing.
The sweet taste didn’t help as the whiskey burned down your throat, but it was nice on your tongue.
“I...” he started, as you put the glass down. “I just want what’s best for Sam. Regardless of anything.”
You softened a bit, shaking your head.
Those two were always at each other’s throats and now he came to you with one of those?
“Protective much?” you teased him.
He looked at you with the softest eyes, his cheeks going pink.
“He’s my little brother,” he lowered his eyes. “Of course I want to protect him.”
You shook your head.
It made no sense to you, how their relationship was such a whiplash of things.
Protect him from people, but not care about his well being and need of running away to feel safe?
“Do you tell him that?” you asked him. “Or do you go around talking to every girl he happens to sleep with?”
Cordell looked at you, his face a bit harder.
“Sam doesn’t like being coddled,” he defended himself simply, not much of an answer, really. “He just feels like an outsider everywhere he goes.”
You raised his eyebrows, and he crossed his arms and tucking his chin in.
“He was never popular in school, I wasn’t exactly his friend during it.”
Of course, you’d seen some school pictures of them.
“You were a popular kid,” you concluded.
Cordell shrugged slightly, nodding to himself.
“Then I joined the military at 18, became a Texas Ranger,” he listed. “Sam was just… a nerd freak,” Cordell grimaced. “All he did was read and brood. But he always cared about people.”
Freak, such a teenage way of describing someone.
“He’s a very good man,” you agreed. “One of the kindest person I’ve ever met. Maybe the kindest.”
He nodded a bit.
“It’s why he went into law,” Cordell told you. “Sam is too damn good, too damn kind. He takes people pain and put it over his shoulder and just… ignores his own.”
Yeah, you could see that.
“Sounds like a distraction to me,” you mumbled.
Either he ignored your words or didn’t hear them.
“Everyone he fails to defend, anyone he fails to help… it hurts him,” he told you. “For so damn long. Every family conflict, every loss in the court, every… every loss anywhere. He carries it for what feels like forever.”
You just watched him quietly, the words heaving in your belly.
“It’s why...” he started, but paused. “You…”
You turned to look at him, raising your eyebrows.
“If this doesn’t work out, between you two,” he listed. “He is going to carry it too. He is going to be…” another pause. “Sam’s not…”
Cordell shook his head, as if he didn’t want to finish the phrase.
He uncrossed his arms, adjusting his shoulders.
“So yeah,” he continued. “Call me overprotective, or whatever you want, but I know what can happen, I know him.”
You chewed on the inside of your mouth. It was… almost sweet, in a way?
He as an older brother trying to keep his more vulnerable brother safe – as flawed as his methods were.
And as a father, that made sense.
“What about your kids?”
Cordell set his eyes on yours, looking a bit unsure and anxious now, and he exhaled.
“They live in Austin,” he spoke slowly. “Stella is 17 now, she’s turning 18 soon, and August is about to turn 16. They live with Em. Teenagers, you know.”
You chuckled, both amused and a bit sad.
“Well, you thought I was one,” you teased him.
Cordell looked away, appearing a little bit embarrassed.
“An honest mistake,” he chuckled. “You look younger than your are.”
You answered with a shrug, not wanting to comment on that – you looked young because you were emaciated. But it wasn’t a conversation about you.”
“August is a bit like Sam,” he told you. “He keeps it all inside.”
He smiled with admiration and a little bit of sadness mixing on his face.
“I try to be a good role model for him, to help him express himself more, not be so afraid... Stella is just like her mother,” he looked fully at you. “Fiery and rebellious. You remind me of her, but you are…”
He paused, and you smirked.
“Worse?” you asked him.
Cordell chuckled.
“Your words, not mine.”
You shook your head, though still smiling.
“I bet you wouldn’t let her be friends with me,” you teased him. “I do have a chip on my shoulder.”
On both of them, if you had to be honest.
But Cordell laughed, shaking his head head more.
“You should know by now I can’t control anyone in this family,” he corrected you. “Stella would love you, you two would probably be inseparable if you met.”
You smiled, relaxing on the couch.
Well, maybe not if she knew you were almost fucking her dad and had fucked her uncle.
“She deserves better friends than what I can offer,” you corrected him. “You know my track record. Bad ex-boyfriend, no home, prison, working in a dead-end job-”
But he didn’t let you finish.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” he interrupted you.
The question made you stop, frowning.
“What?” you asked, trying to joke your tension away. “That I’m a no-future little worker?”
Cordell leaned in your direction.
“You one stubborn woman,” he corrected you. “You went to jail, not prison-”
“Big difference,” you joked.
“And you fought me every second of it,” he continued. “You imposed your boundaries the moment you came to our home, and you just never let anything go in a way you didn’t agree with.”
You raised your eyebrows to him.
“So… I’m insufferable,” you added. “Cool. Though I’d heard that before, really.”
Well, you already knew that. You’d grown up hearing that from every adult that had ever been in your life.
Cordell grinned, shaking his head.
“Insufferable? No,” he corrected you, standing up and sitting by your side. “Those are good things. Low-lives are cowardly, slimy, but not you! You are fierce and brave, you know who you are and what you want! And you won’t take less!”
You swallowed down, feeling your face burning under his intense stare, and looked away.
“You are one of the strongest people I’ve ever met,” he affirmed firmly. “It’s why I can’t seem to keep myself away from you.”
Your face burned more, and you shook your head.
“You don’t know,” you corrected him. “You don’t know how much trouble I am.”
He didn’t seem convinced, though.
“I think I do,” Cordell corrected you. “And I know enough to have realised how wrong I was in my first impression. Your strength is the most powerful thing about.”
You softened, feeling your lip curling down as you tried not to show how deep his words had reached you.
Oh, dammit.
You blinked away the wetness in your eyes, and he reached for your hand slowly, squeezing it.
“It’s no wonder Sam is so head over heels for you,” he declared. “And I know you have a lot of affection for him.”
You frowned, looking down at his hand at then his eyes.
Sam.
He was talking about Sam.
“And what about you?” you asked back.
Cordell looked away, and you squeezed his fingers to keep him right in the conversation with you, and his eyes were right on yours again.
“You never talk about what you want,” you reminded him. “Not once.”
Still, he didn't answer, shifting his jaw.
"Sam takes all the weight on his shoulders," you repeated what he had told you. "What about you? Trying to protect everyone, working behind the scenes like some Batman figure..."
He chuckled.
"Batman?" he repeated.
You shrugged.
"It's how you seem to work," you pointed out. "Never for yourself too. Always protecting everyone from every little thing."
And then it fell on you, your words and… more.
“Is that why you left?” you asked him.
That could mean a great many things – he had left Emily and his children, he had left you and Sam for days on end…
But he knew exactly what you meant with your words.
Cordell’s grip on your hand softened, and he exhaled your name so softly it was nearly just a breath of air.
You squeezed his hand more, afraid he would walk away again. He seemed rather fond of that.
He seemed to angry that night, and you always thought it was you he was angry with.
Maybe it wasn’t.
“Sam...” he started speaking.
“You,” you interrupted him. “We are talking about you. Not Sam.”
He swallowed down, his Adam’s apple bobbing in response, and Cordell opened and closed his mouth.
And then he fully looked at you.
“And what about you?” he asked. “What do you want?”
You felt yourself softening, and covered his hands with your free one, squeezing it.
“I’m not good at making choices,” you told him simply, a bit humoured. “I can’t pick between two good things. I never learned to.”
Cordell blinked, staring at you, looking near dumbfounded.
Of course, before he could answer or you could do anything, the door opened and Sam stepped inside.
Chapter Text
You didn’t get up to go welcome Sam. Not because you didn’t want you, but you just didn’t know what he was going to do, how he was feeling or if he even wanted to talk to someone.
So you stayed in your spot, even when Cordell pulled his hands away from yours, and waited.
Sam looked very focused when he looked at you and then at his brother, very serious.
“Hey,” you greeted him.
He breathed in deep, in and out.
“What you said,” he spoke, at last. “You mean it?”
You exhaled slowly, straightening your back.
Well, you never had the chance to pick between good things. You never had too many good options, when one showed up you just clung to it.
Sam and Cordell had their problems. Their personalities weren’t all that perfect, they had their flaws, but you had your flaws too.
But at the end of the line, they were two great men and brothers, and you wouldn’t ever pick one above the other.
You swallowed down, trying to steady yourself.
Damn it.
“I’m not good at this,” you reminded them, clearing your throat. “No… easy… talk.”
Oh, come on. Why not just let you throw a joke and be done?!
“I missed you when you were gone,” you looked at Cordell, grabbing your own hand to try to comfort yourself through it. “Very much. Even bantering with you. I missed you.”
His shoulders relaxed slowly, and you turned to Sam.
“And I can’t see my days without you,” you told him. Them. “And if picking one means leaving the other out, then I would rather we stay as we were, around each other, without…”
You tried to gesture, but nothing even came to you, so you put your hands down.
Sex. Kisses. Too much proximity.
“I’d rather have nothing,” you decided, simply, something tightening your throat for a moment. “I’m used to having nothing. I wouldn’t want to hurt any of you in my worst days.”
You were met with silence by both, and it was enough of a message for you.
Okay.
“If you...” you started slowly, feeling your throat in an even tighter knot.
Fuck.
You swallowed and tried again.
“I can go,” you told them, feeling your voice trembling and fighting against it. “You two don’t need to worry about me.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck-
You swallowed down, trying to keep your voice steady and your back straight.
They didn’t need to see you cry, and you were not going to make this more painful.
“I have enough money-”
But you didn’t need to finish your sentence, Sam was already wrapping his arms around you.
You broke in his arms, you couldn’t contain yourself, crying and sobbing into his chest as he held you tightly, nearly taking you off the ground as you couldn’t even control the sounds leaving your lips.
You were sobbing, really. Like you hadn’t done in a while, like you hadn’t allowed yourself since your mother die.
Good fuck, you were like a fucking child again, alone and not knowing what to do.
What would you have if you left? What did you have if not them?
The first people you felt safe with since her, the first place you fought against yourself to not call home!
Yes, you could go. Yes, you were used to having nothing. But you didn’t want to have nothing.
‘Nothing’ created holes not even the hardest day of work, not even days eating until you were bursting out of pants, could fill. ‘Nothing’ was colder than any thick jacket could you warm you from.
“It’s okay,” Sam spoke, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. You’re not going. We’re not letting you go.”
He moved you swiftly as you couldn’t contain yourself, picking you and sitting you on the couch, and you felt Cordell’s hand on your back, rubbing gently and pulling your hair out of the way.
“This is your home,” he affirmed. “You’re not going anywhere.”
You couldn’t answer them, you couldn’t even speak. All you could do was sob and cry and cling to Sam, and you grabbed Cordell’s hand the moment you felt it, squeezing it, holding him as you tried to calm yourself down.
Home. You hadn’t had a home in so long.
Sam kissed your temple, and Cordell moved his hand away from you, and you squirmed away from Sam to look at him.
Where was he going? Why was he leaving?
“It’s okay,” Cordell squeezed your hand. “I’m gonna get you some water. It’s okay.”
He waited a little bit as you forced yourself to let his hand go, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before walking away, and Sam caressed your cheek with a hand, and your eyes met his before he took your palm to his face, and kissed it.
“Come on,” he asked softly. “Look at me. Breathe with me.”
Well, you would have joked about it if it wasn’t something you needed to do.
So you squeezed his hand, and tried to focus as Sam took in a deep breath in front of you, holding it with a bugged mouth and exhaled steadily.
You did it once, and twice, and again and again until you were able to take a full breath, and you had finally stopped sobbing when Cordell came back with a glass of water, but you shook your head when he offered it to you.
Water? No, that wouldn’t do.
“I’ll need that one,” you corrected him, taking your glass of sweet tea and chugging it down.
When you were done, they were staring at you, waiting.
For what, you didn’t know.
You’d talked a lot already.
“Your turn,” you waved your hand to them. “I’m not… no,” you shook your head. “I’ve done enough talking.”
But when you looked at each other them, they were staring at one another, near dumbfounded.
“I… actually...” Cordell started speaking. “Don’t know what to do… Sam?”
“I don’t know much either,” he agreed.
You rolled your eyes. Well… what a surprise.
The three of you were very smart indeed, especially together.
“We’re not breaking any law,” Sam spoke up quickly. “It’s perfectly legal to… do whatever we are doing.”
You cleared your throat.
“Good,” you exhaled, cocking your head a bit. “I’m not going to p- jail again, then. I was kind of afraid of that.”
Both the twins chuckled, and you could feel the tension in the room easing out, smiling a bit.
Still, you were still in silence, probably with both boys thinking while you yourself tried to find what to say next, but it was Cordell who spoke up before you.
“How are we gonna do this?” he asked. “How… how does it work?”
You turned, looking up at him, uncertain.
Well…
“Well, this is...” you started thinking. “I think...”
You paused, waiting for a full thought.
But all you could think was-
“I wanna do this,” you decided.
You moved your hand to hold Sam’s and turned to Cordell, pushing your fingers into his hair and pulling him close, kissing his lips, at last.
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It really felt liked something had completely unlocked in Cordell the moment you pressed your lips to his. Like he had been holding back as best as he could and the single act of you kissing him ended all of it.
His hand grabbed your waist right away, pulling your body against his, nearly fully chest to chest when the second before it you had space between you.
He kissed you with the hunger and need of a man taking his first drink of water on a hot summer day, desperate, nearly bruising in his grip and needy.
You could hear Sam chuckling behind you as he watched it, and you felt his hand moving over your back carefully, pushing his fingers into your hair to get it out of the way and you breathed in deep when you felt his lips on your neck and shoulders, mindlessly kissing your skin.
Cordell’s teeth scratched your lower lip as you heaved, breathless, but he didn’t stop moving, kissing down to your jaw and your neck, sucking and biting, and you couldn’t help how you arched your hips up.
Fuck, you’d been wanting him for so long. Yes, you’d had Sam, but it was so different.
“Don’t you look beautiful?” Sam hummed.
You opened your eyes, head falling back to accommodate his brother’s lips, and his face was completely transformed when your eyes met his.
Sam’s gaze was heavier, darker.
He pushed his fingers into your hair slowly, holding you in place as he moved to you and kissed your abandoned lips, holding you firmly and kissing you hungrily.
Cordell’s hand came to your shoulders, pushing one strap off and then the other, pushing your Summer dress off without a thought.
“Those fucking tits,” he hissed, his voice raspy and deep. “Been thinking about those damn tits for so fucking long.”
You moaned into Sam’s lips. He had?
Sam pulled back from your mouth and you opened your eyes to find his eyes right on yours right before you felt Cordell’s fingers coming to your chest, and you arched up when his thumbs caressed your nipples.
“I’ve seen you looking,” he affirmed, looking up at him and then back at you. “Drooling over your tits, baby girl.”
The nickname made your body shiver, and you let your eyes drag down his body, when his hand came to his shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons, down and down until you found his pants already tenting.
His cock.
Fuck, Sam had a wonderful cock.
Cordell’s fingers pinched your right breast, and you pressed your thighs together in reaction, growing wetter by the second.
“You want him to kiss them, baby?” he massaged your scalp, making it so hard for you to keep your eyes open. “Want Cordell to devour your tits.”
“I wanna suck your cock,” you blurted out.
His lips curled in a smirk, and Cordell chuckled loudly.
“You’ve been indulging her?” he asked, rolling making circles with his thumbs on your nipples.
Sam moved his hand to your body, pushing the rest of your dress down.
“Not yet,” he denied. “Fucked her last night, though.”
You looked between them, feeling your face burning and your nipples just fully hard as they spoke about you as if you weren’t even there!
He pushed his fingers into your head, and guided you up.
“On your feet,” he commanded. “Let’s give my brother a good view of you, hm?”
You complied without a thought, and he pushed the dress past your hips the moment your feet were on the floor, and Cordell rested back on the couch with his legs spread, looking at you from head to toe, licking his lips as he focused very well on you.
“Was she good?” he asked.
“Wettest pussy I’ve ever touched,” Sam declared, pressing his body to yours, and you felt his hand cock against of your back. “She is so, so eager...”
He moved his hands down slowly, down your hips and pushed his fingers into your panties, lowering them past your thighs and making you shiver with every bit of touch.
“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he commanded. “Show him.”
And what else could you do but comply?
Your panties reached the floor and you took one legs out of the fabric hole, spreading your legs and making yourself easily accessible, and Cordell leaned in, staring into your eyes and licking his lips before taking his hand down and running a finger over the seams of your pussy, parting your lips and moving from your entrance to your clit, rubbing it in a drawn out, slow circle.
You moaned in response, nearly faltering, but Sam held onto your waist just as your lips parted and your knees trembled.
Cordell opened his mouth along with you, mocking your expression.
“Soaked,” he purred. “And we barely touched you.”
He raised his eyes to over your head and his face became serious.
Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder like a goddamn caveman, and you were left to just gasp while Sam followed you quickly.
“My room-”
“My bed’s bigger,” Cordell interrupted his brother.
He probably skipped a lot of steps, because he took you into his bedroom in a blink of an eye, and put you down to bed, hovering over you and licking his lips like he was a predator with the best piece of prey he had ever caught.
Cordell climbed the bed, right to your lips again, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, feeling him press his body to yours, strong and heavy, nearly smashing you against the bed – and you really wanted him to do so.
He didn’t give you much time to think, just moving down to your neck and your shoulders, burying his face between your tits, smelling your skin, and sticking his tongue out to lick the way down.
Cordell wrapped his lips around your nipple, biting and licking, sucking hungrily.
And fuck, he was so fucking ravenous.
He sucked every bit of skin he could find, scratched your skin with his teeth… you could barely breathe, you were just moaning and dripping. It was almost like he wanted to…
“Fuck,” you moaned, arching your chest to his lips.
He was sucking like he wanted to leak milk.
“Cordell,” you pushed your fingers into his hair.
Your pussy squeezed around nothing, too empty.
Sam chuckled by your side, sitting on the bed.
“Spoiled brat,” he scoffed.
You opened your eyes, finding him watching you with a smirk, and pouted teasingly to you.
“He can’t share,” Sam crooned, tapping your nose with a single finger. “Even after our baby girl has already begged to pretty to suck my cock.”
You smirked, rolling your eyes playfully when Cordell moved his lips down your belly, kissing his way to your belly button.
“I don’t remember begging,” you teased him.
They both laughed together, one hovering over you and one between your legs, and Sam gave you a mischievous look but said nothing.
“Go on,” he spoke, looking into your eyes.
You frowned.
What did he mean?
But you didn’t have the chance to answer, Cordell just pushed your legs spread and set himself between them.
He licked your pussy from entrance to clit, long slowly, flicking your clit, spreading you with his thumbs, exposing you completely.
Cordell pushed his tongue into your pussy, licking you from inside, and you moaned just as Sam’s hand came to your chest, pinching your nipple, tugging on it.
You gasped, raising your body, no knowing which touch to chase more.
Your nipples were so damn sensitive from Cordell’s lips, and he had no mercy in the way his fingers played with you, pulling, pinching and twisting as his brothers sucked and licked you.
Your eyes straight up rolled back.
“Cordell,” you cried.
Sam tugged on your nipple cruelly.
“Name’s Sam, baby,” he mocked you. “I hate it when I’m mixed up with him.”
Cordell pushed two fingers into you, filling up your empty pussy and curling them against your soft spot.
“And I’m the spoiled one?” he asked.
Well, you couldn’t exactly glare at him, Sam was already moving down to bit one of your nipples, making your eyes roll back.
Fuck.
Cordell hummed against your thigh, kissing your skin gently.
“My good girl,” he praised slowly, nearly lazily, as his fingers moved in and out of you. “Taking my fingers so eagerly, so wet...”
You moaned, arching your hips to his touch.
“Please-” you cried. “Cordell,”
The tip of his fingers brushed against your sensitive spot, and you tried to chase his touch.
“You want more, baby girl?” he asked in a voice sweet like honey. “Want another finger?”
You moaned, nodding.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
He kissed your thigh again, humming proudly.
“I’ll give you another one now, baby,” he told you, speaking all softly to her. “Be a good girl for me and take it.”
He pushed another finger into you, filling up your pussy more, near stretching you as he fucked you with three fingers.
Sam chuckled into your skin, licking your nipple with his whole tongue.
“So patient with her,” he mocked his brother. “As if you couldn’t take cock without a warning.”
He pulled back, mindlessly playing with your nipple as he moved his hand down your belly and pressed you against your lower belly and a bit lower, watching your face until you gasped.
Fuck, you could feel his fingers even more.
“She took my cock so easily,” Sam told him. “Didn’t need all that sweet prep, she was just as eager without it.”
You closed your eyes, feeling the knot in your belly tightening and your whole body just tingling, closer and closer to an orgasm, just moaning as they played with you.
“She was so wet when I touched her, must have had so many dirty thoughts when I was simply cuddling her,” he scoffed, fingers pinching you more. “All she wanted was cock, she barely even let me lick her.”
You felt yourself clenching around Cordell’s fingers, and he let out a sound that made you fucking clench again.
“And of course, you just pushed your dick into her,” he took a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles. “Always so impatient.”
You groaned, trying to raise your hips to Cordell’s touch, opening your eyes.
You needed more. Why were they dragging it?
“Cordell,” you spread your legs more. “Please. Want more, please.”
Sam looked down at you, smirking and giving you a teasing pout,.
“Oh, baby,” he lamented. “Is my brother being a tease?”
You nodded, and he took his hand to your other breast, twisting your nipple.
“Poor baby,” he taunted you.
“Baby girl,” Cordell rubbed your clit tighter.
Fuck, oh God.
You were so close, so fucking close.
His fingers were so filling and his thumb was playing with you and Sam’s fingers were torturing your nipples and-
“Daddy, please,” you cried. “Gonna cum, please. Please, make me cum, daddy. Wanna cum.”
He stopped, suddenly, and you were about to protest when he stopped and grabbed you by your hips, lifting you up and sitting you on his lap, pressed his chest to yours, and you gasped as his face came right to yours, with his eyes staring right into yours.
“What did you say?”
The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and your legs felt like jelly.
“Please,” you panted against his lips. “Cordell, please?”
His nose brushed yours, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your clit.
“Please,” you pleaded again, clenching empty, trying to chase it.
But he didn’t move, and he brushed his nose on yours, his eyes staring on yours as you felt your eyelids heaving.
“Say it right,” he commanded.
You pouted.
But you were saying it right.
Sam chuckled.
“Another name, baby girl,” he remarked from behind you. “You know what is it.”
Cordell moved his cock, teasing you with just the tip, and your mouth fell open.
Fucking hell, how did he expect you to think?!
“Daddy,” you whined. “Please.”
His eyes darkened, and you gasped when he pushed the tip into you, fully, and you cried out in pleasure.
Daddy.
The way he grabbed onto your hips was mind-melting.
“Again,” Cordell commanded.
You let your head fall forward, resting your forehead on his.
“Daddy,” you pleaded.
He pushed himself all the way into you, and the sound that left your lips was positively wanton.
“More,” he commanded, strong hands holding onto you. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” you cry.
Cordell bounced you, fucking in and out of you.
“Again,” he panted.
“Daddy!”
And with each time you said it, he bounced you again, and again and again, until you were just moaning in stutter as he fucked you, holding onto his shoulders as he used you, filled to the fucking brim, so wet you could feel it on your thighs.
That made your cunt clench more, already so sensitive from being teased and taunted and near-edged.
“Daddy,” you pleaded, clawing his back. “Daddy, please-”
It was so fucking good. He had made you wait so long!
“Can you cum like this?” he panted against your lips. “With just my cock fucking you?”
You squeezed your eyes, meeting his grip with his.
“I don’t know,” you cried.
If he just rubbed your clit a little bit…
“Daddy.” you pleaded. “Wanna cum.”
Sam clicked his tongue behind him.
“Do you need help with your little girl, daddy ?” Sam mocked him. “Want me to give you a hand?”
You opened your eyes, and Cordell was outrightly glaring at him.
“Fuck you,” he hissed.
Sam just chuckled, sounding absolutely amused, and you gasped when he pushed his fingers into your hair and tugged on it to kiss your neck.
“Poor little girl,” he mocked you. “Daddy is such a tease, so mean with her.”
Cordell adjusted you, pushing you against Sam’s chest as his brother laughed, and pushed your legs up, fucking you hard and fast, and you could feel Sam’s cock against your back as his brother’s fingers started playing with your clit.
Sam was quick, reaching around you to pinch and play with your tits more, and you couldn’t help your loud cry.
“You know what I think I’ll do?” he kissed your temple, moving his lips to your ear. “I think I’ll take you all to myself one day. Play away with those sensitive nipples...”
Fuck, it was too much.
The single thought of it nearly made your mind blank, and Cordell certainly didn’t help.
“Gonna have to tear you from my hands,” he growled. “Jealous little brother, never sharing his toys.”
Your whole body tensed as you closed your eyes, chasing the pleasure between them, and Cordell fucked you hard, enough to make the bed creak, but Sam barely moved at all behind you, as steady as a wall and watching closely as he played with your nipples.
You couldn’t think of anything else but then. They were everywhere and everything you could feel, all you could do was cry and moan in pleasure as they pushed you to the highest pleasure together.
“Daddy,” you cried. “-addy...”
You wanted to cum, you really really did, and you were so, so close. You could almost taste it, God!
“You need daddy’s permission, baby girl?” he moaned deeply, resting his forehead on yours. “Can feel your cunt milking my fucking cock.”
Yes! You wanted to cum. Why wouldn’t he give you permission? Why would he be so mean?!
“Please,” you cried, grabbing Sam’s thighs under you. “Daddy, please.”
And for a single bit of moment, he didn’t say anything, just holding you over the edge like a big dicked meanie, and breathed out in a huff.
“Cum for daddy,” he allowed, at last.
And fuck, you nearly saw white.
Your whole body released the tension at once, and your brain was just taken by your orgasm, shaking fucking happily in their arms, and Cordell held onto your hips, seeming to hold his breath.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted.
But he didn’t stop fucking you or playing with your clit, and you were coming down when he pulled himself from you, and Sam chuckled.
“Look at him, baby girl,” he commanded. “Looked at your daddy.”
You complied, still panting and twitching, suddenly empty, and when you opened your eyes, Cordell had his hand on his cock, stroking himself as he looked at you so intensely you felt like he could see your soul.
Fuck, he looked so hot like that, near the edge, so fucking ready.
“Cum for me, daddy,” you whispered.
Cordell moaned deeply, the sexiest sound you’d ever heard from his mouth, as he stroked himself as you felt his warm cum on your belly, dripping down to your belly button, painting your skin, but you didn’t dare to tear your eyes from his, and he didn’t blink either.
Only once he was done, he grabbed your chin and kissed you again, desperate in the beginning and softening slowly, until it was just slow and sweet, and he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and panting, and you pouted when he pulled back and kissed your forehead, nearly lost in him, until Sam’s hand moved slowly around your neck and he tipped your head back, looking into your eyes.
“My turn, baby girl.”
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Sam kissed your lips with hunger and a hint of laziness, holding your neck lightly, though keeping it tilted as Cordell moved away from you, taking the other side of the bed.
His hand was still on your chest, playing with your nipple mindlessly as his lips reawakened you, taking your breath away.
There was less urgency in him than in Cordell or the previous night. No, you could feel Sam taking his time sweet time as he kept kissing you, holding his hand in place, not even letting you squirm or rush to the next step.
“Sam,” you sighed when he pulled back.
He just hummed, kissing down your neck, moving from behind you to kiss down your body, moving his fingers to play with the cum on your belly.
“Pretty girl,” he praised you. “Begging daddy to fuck her like a needy little whore.”
You moaned, feeling your face burning, and he kissed your tits as your hands searched for his body.
His cock. He said you could suck his cock.
Sam stopped for a moment, and you smirked when he let out a deep moan, and you rubbed your thighs together as you stroked him, sensitive and eager, and Cordell chuckled.
“Making good on a promise, baby girl?” he asked.
But you licked your lips, looking up at Sam.
“Hungry little slut,” he clicked his tongue. “You want to show my brother what a good little rider you are?”
You pouted. But he said you could suck his cock.
But Sam didn’t let you overthink it, spreading your leg and placing his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit.
“Don’t you want to show Daddy what a good slut you can be?” he pushed a finger into you, collecting your wetness and using it to lube up your clit and continue playing with it.
You closed your eyes, moaning. Fuck, you were so sensitive.
“Give him a little show...” he hummed. “Then you can suck my cock all you want.”
You arched your hips.
Fuck.
You opened your eyes at the sound of something on the other side of the room, and found Cordell sat on an armchair facing the bed, looking very interested and waiting.
“Or you can suck my cock,” Sam offered on the other hand.
You let his cock go, though still pouting. Well, you could suck it at any other time, but there were only so many chances to give daddy a show.
Sam chuckled, moving down and kissing your lips again, happily devouring them as he moved you to sit up, and you were happy to comply, moving to face him as he sat down on the bed again, his against the headboard and his legs slightly spread as his cock stood proud.
You weren’t sure how far the twin similarities was meant to go, but they certainly were very similar there too.
“Turn around, baby girl,” he commanded. “Show daddy your pretty body.”
You complied, crawling back, and Sam adjusted his thighs as he positioned you, resting on your knees on the bed and hovering over his cock with his hands holding you firmly.
He pushed your hair out of the way as he kissed your shoulder, pulling it gently to adjust your head.
“Look at him,” Sam commanded.
And you did. Cordell was watching you like you were the greatest art piece to have ever be made.
It certainly fuelled you as you wrapped your hand around Sam’s cock to position it, and he chuckled behind you.
“There you go, baby girl,” he praised you. “I’m all yours.”
You sunk slowly on him, dripping wet and slightly stretched by Cordell, and Sam fit easily and fucking perfectly inside you.
“That’s it,” he moaned into your neck. “Perfect pussy, just made to talk our cocks.”
You kept your eyes open as his cock bottomed out, resting your hands on your side, keeping your back straight.
Maybe you weren’t perfect, but you did your very best to ride Sam well, using your thighs and hands to move right as you focused on him, and Cordell didn’t even blink. He watched you ride Sam with his eyes on your pussy, and focused on your tits when you felt them bouncing with each time you fully sat on him.
He felt so good. Sam was filling you to the very brim, the position left no bit of empty space inside you.
You couldn’t help yourself as you rolled your hips, feeling him right against your sweet spot, and earned a chuckle from him.
“Needy little thing,” he bit your earlobe. “Such a good little cock rider.”
Cordell chuckled, standing up and walking across the room to you, kneeling on the bed in front of you and taking you mouth in a deep kiss.
“I’ve never seen a better ride,” he took his hand down, flicking your sensitive clit.
“Oh God,” you cried. “Daddy!”
“Can wait to put you on a real horse, baby girl,” he chuckled. “My you a real rider.”
Your head fell forward as his fingers continued playing with you, the double stimulation too much for you to even remember how to think as you tried to move on top of Sam, knees nearly faltering.
Sam’s hands moved to grab your hips tightly, holding onto you as he started fucking you hard and with no mercy.
“Sam,” you cried out.
He bit your shoulder, moaned deeply, nearly growling.
“Again,” he commanded. “Who’s fucking you?”
They were both merciless. You couldn’t even speak, all you could do was moan loudly, cry as Sam fucked you so hard it was all you could do was cry in stutter into Cordell’s lips, until he let you go and just watched your face, taking part in fucking breaking you.
“Sa-am,” you moaned, louder.
“Again,” he growled, fingers digging into your skin. “Tell all the neighbours! Let the whole street hear who’s fucking break you.”
“Sam!”
Cordell bit your lower lip when your mouth fell open.
“Good little slut for daddy and Sam,” he taunted you. “Getting her little brain broken by taking cock after cock.”
You clung to him.
“Yes, please,” you cried. “Want you, only want to be yours, p-”
He pinched your clit, and that was enough to drive you over the edge, and you threw your head back as you felt everything in you fucking breaking, screaming in pleasure.
Sam kept fucking you through it, until all you could do was quiver and twitch, and pulled you selfishly to press your back on his chest, burying his cock inside you and moaning into your ear.
“Fucking ours,” his hand squeezed your side, his moans the darkest you’d ever heard. “Our little fucking toy.”
You couldn’t help your moan when you felt him filling your cunt with cum, tossing your head back, and Sam’s lips came right to yours, kissing you hard as he fucked you slowly, riding the last of his pleasure.
Cordell let out a little him, caressing your legs as your walls twitched, squeezing around his brother’s cock.
“Good girl,” he praised.
Sam’s kiss slowed down, resting his forehead on yours as you breathed through it, damn full now.
Your whole body near slumped as Sam shifted you to Cordell, kissing your shoulder, and both the boys shifted you down to the bed, each taking one of your side.
You still had your eyes closed when they moved to caress your shoulders and back, petting your hair, kissing your shoulders and your temple, holding you close.
“So good,” you felt a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You did so well for us.”
You opened your eyes, and Sam’s face was right there, his eyes meeting yours with softness.
When Cordell’s hand sneaked to yours, you grabbed it quietly, holding it close, and he kissed your shoulder.
“How do you feel?” he asked. “Does anything hurt?”
You closed your eyes to think about it, flexing your toes, breathing in deep as you tried to feel every muscle of your body.
“No pain,” you assured him, yawning. “Just tired.”
Sam brushed your hair out of your face, all glued by sweat.
“Do you want to nap?” he offered. “And then we can eat.”
You closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder, pouting a little bit.
Oh, the sound of a nap was so good.
But food too…
“Both?” you asked.
They chuckled together, and you could feel your body vibrating from it.
And then you saw the time.
“Oh, no,” you groaned. “I have to be at work in seven hours. I don’t know if I can walk there.”
And their laugher died, becoming a pair of long groans.
“Me too,” Sam took a hand up to his face. “Dammit.”
“I need to be at mine in six,” Cordell sighed.
You shook your head.
God.
“Someone set an alarm, please,” you exhaled. “I don’t think I can wake myself up.”
You didn’t know if you could even walk straight tomorrow morning.
You really should think of making that a rule of your relationship.
Oh, God, you needed to talk about the rules of your relationship.
Cordell moved behind you, tapping onto his phone and then moving to set the bedside alarm as well.
“We need to sit down tomorrow,” you closed your eyes, hiding your face in Sam’s neck. “talk about us.”
He hummed along with you, squeezing you, and Cordell came right back to you, cuddling you from behind.
“Tomorrow,” he spoke into your shoulder. “Now we sleep.”
Your eyes drifted closed, not because he told you to sleep, but because you were really tired.
Sleep was fine. You could deal with everything else later.
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