Home is Anywhere the Heart Is {Ryder}

[Simone Winchester]

God. Was there anything more right than the feel of Ryders lips on her skin? Than the feel of the desire sweeping through her veins? It was so intense yet so comfortable that she found herself closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly to allow him better access. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed against him and enjoyed the simple reality that he was here with her. Nothing had ever felt more perfect

And then he went and proved her wrong.

Sitting up, Simi felt him move behind her and tried to hide the frown of disappointment that fluttered over her lips. Opening her sapphire gaze to follow his movements, she was somewhat surprised to find him standing beside her. As his hand reached out to her, she slipped her own into his as one slim brow arched questioningly. His words, however, brought sweet clarification and she allowed him to pull her into his arms and sweep her up into a gentle sway.

Huh... Who'd of thunk it? she thought to herself almost laughingly. A Winchester with a truly romantic bone in his body. Oh yeah, she was definitely keeping this one.

With a soft, sweet smile turning her pink lips up at the edges, Simi reaching one arm up around his neck and relaxed into his embrace. Contentment filled her as the music wrapped around them and seemed to pull them into its trawl. As the last strains faded way and a new song spilled out into the quiet, it was as if nothing and no one else in the world existed. With Tim McGraw singing about being under the spell of his lady's love it seemed as if he'd written the song about them. Before she knew it, she heard herself singing the lyrics softly and knew that each word was from the heart.


Dancin' in the dark, middle of the night
Takin' your heart and holdin' it tight
Emotional touch, touchin' my skin
And asking you to do
What you've been doin' all over again
Oh, it's a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
What it is that won't let me go?
It's your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I'm under
Oh, it's your love

Realizing what she was doing and feeling completely silly, the little witch took cover by burying her face in Ryders chest. It was just so easy being with him that she sometimes forgot herself and the fact that she knew "chick flick" moments usually sent men scurrying for cover. However, He HAD asked her to dance so she figured she had the right to be a bit mushy so he could just deal with it. No sooner had that flickered through her mind than she remembered one night a long time ago when she and Chey had spied on Ryder and one of his lady loves. He'd been wooing her with soft words and gentle kisses and she and Chey had snickered and "ewwwwwww'd" over his techniques.

Boy, how times had changed! And she'd tease Chey about HER crush on Simi's own brother? It was a damned good thing they'd never made bets on who'd never date whos' brother because they'd have BOTH lost a fortune.

At that thought, Simi felt a little giggle sneak up on her and she tried valiantly to suppress it. Unfortunately, her body started to shake with the effort and she soon found herself looking up at him with laughter lighting her eyes. There was a bit of self mockery in her voice when she whispered her thoughts.

"You know... if you'd have told me eight years ago or so that we'd someday be dancing together in front of a fireplace listening to sappy old love songs... I'd have laughed myself silly... Its funny how things work out, isn't it? I mean.... There was me in my awkward coltish stage and there was you in your teenage glory... Now look at us...... While I hate everything thats happened to us.... I'm extremely happy its brought you back into my life.... I know now what was missing and why I never was completely happy ... As much as I tried to deny it."

As her words grew serious at the end, the laughter left her expression and she moved a hand to trace a finger of his firm jaw and then across his bottom lip.



"I.... I think I love you, Ryder Winchester....And not just because your my own personal Superman...... I love the way you laugh... the way your smile lights your eyes up... The way you get this adorable little wrinkle in your brow when you are worrying over something... The way you duck your head when you think you've done something that you think is a bit forward..... Everything about you makes my heart and soul sing...."

[Ryder James Winchester]

As they swayed slowly to the music, Ryder felt as if his soul was sighing in relief. After all they had been through, both together as well as separately, this quiet, peaceful time together was just what his heart had been begging for.
The middle Winchester held Simi close, his eyes softening as he felt the pounding in her chest slow to a mesmerizing staccato. And when she began quietly singing the song to him without even realizing it, he could have died a happy man.

He was lost in her eyes, and watching her lips move and remembering how good it felt to taste them, and wishing this moment would never end. His hand slid down her spine unhurriedly; fingers dancing lightly against the delicate curve in her lower back. The other hand came up to play lightly with a strand of golden silk, a boyish grin teasing the corners of his lips when she hit a note that cracked with emotion.

And then Simi realized what she’d been doing, coyly ducking her face into his chest. The young hunter inhaled deeply, wondering if she knew that rapid thundering behind the cage of his ribs was all for her.
When the breathtaking sorceress began to shake, looking up at him with laughter in her eyes and a reticent smile playing on her lips, Ryder tilted his head to the side wondering what was going through her mind. The words she spoke seemed to echo around the room as well as in his soul, for he knew exactly what she meant because he felt the same way.

Even as a young boy, though Simone and Chey had been two peas in a trouble making pod, he’d always seen her as something magical. Like a star in the heavens you could reach for but couldn’t touch, she had always mesmerized him. Sure, she was bratty more often than not, and there had even been times he wished she wasn’t Chey’s best friend so he could throttle her, but even at those times he’d seen her in a guiltless, brilliant light. Whatever trouble she and his younger sibling had landed themselves in was no doubt the fault of the mischievous Chevrolet. Now, holding this seraph in his arms was like he’d caught a handful of miracle falling from the sky. His falling star.

His mouth parted slightly as her velvet fingertips whispered over them, and he lifted his hand to grasp it, bringing it to his own lips as the amusement seemed to fade from her radiant gaze.
Ryder’s heart stopped as Simi’s confession stole his breath, and it took him a moment to find his own words; the reflection of the adoration he felt as well.

“I love you too Simone James.” Ryder declared huskily, his intense grey-blue gaze darting back and forth in her cobalt orbs. “I think I always have…” A smile spread across his face then, and his heartbeat resumed a fierce throbbing in his torso. And the grin made his appear the mischievous youth she had known from childhood.
“But will you tell your heart and soul to get in touch with your lips, because I kinda’ liked your singing before…”

Ryder teased his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment but didn’t wait for an answer, instead cupping her chin in his palm and tugging her gently forward so he could capture her mouth. The kiss was fervent, but tender; his way of communicating the feelings he couldn’t put to words.
She was his everything. She -was- his heart.

[Simone Winchester]

The moment the words she'd spoken were out of her mouth, Simi had felt her breath catch in her chest. Part of her was afraid she'd spoken way to soon while another part felt as if it was way past time. In all honesty, their relationship wasn't the normal sort of text book romance and the good lord knew they'd had lots to deal with over the course of the last two months or so but that didn't change the truth of what Simi knew she felt in her heart. She loved this fiercely gentle warrior and she couldn't keep it to herself any longer.

Thank God he didn't run screaming for the door, though! That would truly have been mortifying!

Even more amazing, he seemed to feel the same things she did and his words made the glow in her middle spread throughout her body. As his lips meet hers and pulled her into a passionate kiss, Simi let the last bit of her reserves fall and opened herself completely to the love and emotions this man inspired in her.

The old timers told stories of moments in life where everything stopped and then seemed to fall into perfect alignment. When periods of time lent themselves to complete clarity and all the mysteries of the world resolved themselves in a blink of an eye. Those stolen glimpses of truth that made a person realize that all the trials.. all the triumphs of the past... they'd all lead them to that very second when they had the chance to grab a pure, perfect instant of happiness. It was these instances that made life worth living and held the true worth of an existence.

And they were also moments that one could miss because they were to busy thinking on the darn things, she thought to herself with a mental smack. Way to go, little witch!

Wrapping her arms up around his waist, the slender witch wiggled her hands underneath his t-shirt and felt the warmth of his skin against her palms. Letting her finger tips trail up his spine and moving to her tiptoes to match his kiss, she marveled in the thought of this man beginning thoroughly and completely hers.

It seemed like a magical fairytale in many ways but she wasn't anyones fool to believe it would always be easy. Their sort never got the Happily Ever After without a dose of Horror movie thrown in but she'd take whatever she could get if it meant Ryder would always be her man. This was the sort of love affair her mama had shared with her daddy and no monster had ever come between. Even Death Himself.

Simi could only marvel that she'd been lucky enough to find the same sort of miracle.

Tugging the rest of his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, Simi finally pulled back with a soft smile. Looping her fingers through the belt loops, she rested against him and tilted her head so that she could press kisses down the column of his neck as she slide back down on to her heels.

"You must be really tired from your long drive and working that case.... I've got a hot shower and then.... I could maybe give you a back massage if your really good..." she whispered softly, a playful light dancing in her sapphire gaze. " It would be my pleasure to take away your aches and pains......"

Then, giving him a quick wink, she darted away with a laugh and sprang for the bedroom. Her merriment floated back and invited him into the game.


"If you hurry... I might even wash your back! I also got some new articles of clothing you might appreciate.....Seeing how you like my Hello Kitty fashion sense....."

[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder loved this woman. Adored her to the very depths of his healing soul.
The powerful emotions were confirmed in the way he deepened the kiss; pouring out his love in the fervent mouthy embrace and holding her body with all he had. But all the while, he couldn’t help a recurring truth that haunted him like one of the ghosts he’d hunted; bones salted and burned.
She deserved so much better than him.
The younger hunter wished that he was half the man the beautiful witch was worthy of. A man that could give her anything and everything that she could ever want or need; things she’d only dreamed of. He wanted to reach out and steal the sun for her. He wanted to wrap her in a blanket of onyx night and diamond stars.

All of these things he wished he could grant her but deep within Ryder knew the only thing he could really give the witch was his heart. And his devotion. And his absolute faithfulness.

Ryder shuddered at the feel of Simi’s hands against the skin of his back. Though her fingertips were soft and cool, her touch seared him; the flames licking at his insides like a pyre. Damn, but this woman made him forget everything except her touch, and the taste of her, and the warmth that was lighting up his lower body. Even those cursed ghosts were forgotten as a quiet moan escaped from his parted lips.

The moan became a loud groan of disappointment when she undid his tee-shirt and then pulled away from the kiss, but when she began pressing her velvet lips against his neck, he tilted his face upwards to give her better access and a quiet rumble of contentment vibrated through his throat.
The middle Winchester was about to argue that he wasn’t tired and he could always rest when he was dead, but when Simone continued on about massages and taking away his aches and pains, Ryder couldn’t help but smirk wickedly. Her soft breath against his ear raised goose bumps on the flesh of his arms, and he went to wrap those limbs around her but before he knew what she was doing, the nymph was dancing away from him.

“Wait….Hello Kitty?” Ryder was cemented to his spot for a moment, fleetingly disoriented by the offer of massages and showers and back washing, but then the light of awareness lit his eyes as the memory of her Miss. Kitty lingerie tangoed across his mind. He quickly darted after, tugging his tee-shirt over his head as he followed, soon catching up to her just as she’d made it through the bedroom door.

The hunter caught her around the waist and twirled her around to face him, giving her a devilish smile that was echoed in the mischievous light in her eyes before capturing her lips once more in a sudden, but passionate kiss. When he pulled back from it, he seized her hand, tugging her toward a door at the far corner of the room; what he assumed was the bathroom.

“I thought you were an angel, but I was so freakin’ wrong!” He teased, reaching past the curtain to turn on the shower flow. “You’re a pixie, but the naughty kind, aren't you?”

The smirk remained when he his hand drop to tug her toward him using the waist band of her jeans, pressing his chest against hers as he inquired huskily. “Will you come in with me?”

So, they’d shared an intimate night once, and it had been echoing in his mind since then, but that didn’t stop the color from creeping up his cheeks to the tips of his ears when he let his hand wander under the hem of her sweater to touch the bare skin underneath.

[Simone Winchester]

Yup, she'd thought her last remark would give him pause. The dazed expression on Ry's face when she glanced backwards had her giggling even more but as he came out of his trance, Simi eeped and tried to finish her dash half heartedly towards the bathroom.

Of course, the hunter caught her with little trouble and she gasped as she felt warm skin against her palms. Somewhere along the way, she realized, Ryder had lost his tshirt and her eyes soaked in the eye candy right before he claimed her in a kiss that took the very breath right out of her lungs.

In somewhat of a daze, she felt him take her hand and lead her to the bathroom but her head was so far in the clouds that it took the sound of running water to pull her back down to earth. His words made her glimmering eyes sparkle with an inner mischief even as his fingers found the waistband of her jeans and tugged her up against him. Her own hands did some exploring and caught on the dip below his hard abdomen and the worn denim riding low on his hips.

"Maybe... But admit it... You like it..... You wouldn't have me any other way, would you?" she teased back, letting her fingertips flick open the top button of his jeans. "And I guess I DID promise to wash your back, didn't I? Guess that means that we'd better see if that shower will fit two, huh? Seeing as its brand new and all..... "

Stepping backwards then, she kept her gaze on his as she tugged her sweater slowly upwards and then pulled it over her head with a provocative sweep. Biting her bottom lip, she worried on it a moment before kicking her slippers off and grinning.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Wasn't that the saying?

"Me thinks your wearing entirely to many clothes if your going to be getting in that shower, mister..."

Her nimble fingers then went to her own jeans and before she could think about it, she was standing before him wearing nothing but the very underwear she'd teased him about earlier. A faint blush crept over her face but she arched a brow playfully at him.

"So..... What do you think?? Still sexy??" she whispered huskily, giving her lover a heated smile before moving closer. "As I said.. I do so value your opinion on fine lingerie! Seeing as I have no one elses opinion to ask and I do so want to make sure i'm in vogue."


As she spoke, her eyes laughed with merriment and her hands splayed against his warm chest. Underneath the hard surface, she could feel the heavy thump of his heartbeat and she pressed a kiss right above the pounding throb. Closing her eyes, she inhaled his scent and felt her middle pool with liquid heat.

Then, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, she realized what she was doing and stepped away to check the temp in the shower. While the banter between them felt natural, it was also a bit awkward because it wasn't a position she was very familiar with. Besides Gregg, she hadn't exactly been around the block and even then there had been a vast difference. She could play the seductress only so far before she was out of her depth and she was quickly getting to that point.

"Waters ready...." she whispered softly, finally turning back to him and worrying her bottom lip. Her gaze skimmed his form and she blushed a bit before squaring her shoulders. "I hope you like peppermint because I'm afraid thats all i've got for bath wash....."

[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder inhaled sharply when Simi’s nimble little digits moved down his bare stomach to slide open the button fly of his jeans. He tried not to focus on the sudden fire in his belly and the way his body instantly turned to stone just below her delicate hand. The hunter tried to remember that no matter the dire urge he felt in response to her seductive touch, the witch was still fragile when it came to this intimacy, and that she deserved more thoughtfulness and patience that his libido implored.

The breath left him in a rush when the virtuous woman stepped away from him to remove her top, and for a moment the young man couldn’t pull his awed gaze off the creamy skin the clothing had been keeping a secret. Ryder’s mouth parted and he tried desperately to get a breath of required air, but the very sight of Simi’s curves had him frozen and unable to inhale. Finally he was able to drag his gaze upwards to her face again, and the perfectly guileless expression written there helped to reign in the compulsive hunger that was slowly threatening to take him over.
Simi’s words were playful and tempting, but the hunter didn’t fail to hear the anxious inflection in her voice. She wanted him; probably as urgently as he wanted her, but the delicate witch was just as scared as she was the first time, and he was too.

Soft azure-grey eyes locked in sapphire ones; Ryder slowly moved his hand to the open fly and eased the zipper down at the same time as she undid hers. He willed his stare to stay caught in her cobalt orbs lest his straying gaze cause her more apprehension, bending to tug the denim and boxers off so that they both stood before one another, exposed in form as they were in heart and soul.
It was only after the stunning witch had invited his opinion on her unmentionables did Ryder let his eyes fall to her perfect body; an awed smile creeping over his face in response. She was even more perfect than he remembered, especially now that the bruises on her pale skin had vanished and the physical wounds had had time to heal. Snaking his tongue across his bottom lip, Ryder nodded an affirmative; unable to speak past the utter wonder he was feeling.

More daring than he, Simi moved closer, her balmy palms flat against his heaving chest as his firm lower body brushed against her middle. An unbidden moan nearly rumbled up from his throat, but he pressed them together to stop the hopeless sound.
But suddenly the audaciousness in the witch’s eyes was replaced by trepidation, and the middle Winchester caught her hand as she leaned back out after testing the temperature of the stream.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Simi.” Ryder whispered softly and brought the hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. “When we were apart I dreamed about you…about that night. You’re even more beautiful than I remembered, but it’s not just your body that I was wishing for.” He lowered her hand to the pounding in his chest, the place she had pressed a kiss to just moments before, and brought the other hand up to her face so that she couldn’t look away in apprehension. “I just want to be near you…I don’t need anything else.”

It was a lie. He needed her like the air he breathed, but simply holding her could more than feed the famine he was struggling to suppress. If all they did was wash and then lay in one another arms until sleep stole consciousness he would be replete. There would be plenty of time for everything else. They had forever.

With a trembling hand the hunter slipped a strap over her tender shoulder, lowering his mouth to it before unhurriedly sliding the other side down to completely remove the upper lingerie. He watched the rise and fall of her chest for a moment before shifting to remover the lower; holding her foot up like Cinderella receiving her slipper as he pulled them off and cast them aside.

Slowly, Ryder stood and pulled back the curtain and then stepped beneath the steamy spray, helping her in after him. A playful grin ghosted across his serious countenance, and he picked up the body wash she had mentioned before. “Peppermint, huh?” He teased with smiling eyes. “I’m almost afraid to use it. I know how you are about candy, what makes you think you’ll be able to resist eating me up?”

[Simone Winchester]

Ryder never ceased to amaze her. He seemed to know all the right things to do to easy her ... all the right things to say that soothed her. He wasn't pushy or demanding and it made her unfurl like a flower sensing the sun. She basked in his admiration and relaxed into his every touch.

On some level, she knew the bond between them was a rare thing and she treasured each moment with an almost innocent wonder. In all her wildest fantasies, she'd never dreamed of such a perfect lover.

Oh, sure.. She wasn't blind. Common sense told her that Ryder had his flaws and that they'd no doubt butt heads in the future but all his little quirks were nothing compared to the depth of feeling he inspired in her. To her, he was the one that broke the mold for all others and her knight in shining armor, quirks and all. In all reality, their little imperfections were the only things that made it all seem real and gave her any hope at hanging on to his heart. The good lord knew she had enough flaws for both of them if it came right down to it.

"Its not you I'm afraid of, Ryder..... Its how bad I want you and how much I don't wanna screw this up.... I know you'd never hurt me ...." she whispered back, soft emotion filling her sapphire gaze. "Besides, I've been waiting for this moment to long and I'm not letting you go now so don't you be thinking of escaping..."

Then, running out of words, the little blond bit her lip as Ryder finished undressing her and then pulled her into the shower and under the spray of warm water. Laughter danced merrily in her eyes as the hunter picked up the soap and teased her with it.

"Oh... I don't know.... Maybe thats exactly why I bought it? Maybe I did wanna eat you up? Ever think of that?" she tease, nabbing the bottle from him and motioning for him to turn his back to her before lathering up her shower sponge and proceeding to give him that back washing she'd promised. "Besides... I bet you never smell it again without having some special memories. I know I won't......"

With a gentle but firm touch, the blond rubbed the body wash over his back and arms, pausing to rub the knots out of his stiff muscles. His soft moans of delight made her press kisses along his spine, followed by a cluck here and there over a bruise followed. Then she knelt to wash his legs and feet before having him turn and working her way up, pausing only for a moment over the evidence of his need before caressing him lightly with her fingertips and enticing a groan from him. With pure devilment in her eyes, she teased and tormented in a manner that gave truth to his earlier words and rang a gasp from his lips.


When she was satisfied by the need on his face, she continued his "bath" and then dunked him back under the water as she gave a laugh and washed her own self down. When his hands reached for her, she slapped them away playfully and kissed him hard. Amazed at her own boldness, the little witch nipped at his lips and then groaned as the water turned cold. As shivers went down her bare flesh, Simi squeaked and flew back only to almost slip and crack her skull.

"DAG NABBIT!!!! If timing is everything...Someone has a sick sense of humor!!!" she yelped

[Ryder James Winchester]

Simi’s playful retort did nothing but fuel Ryder’s craving, and he let loose an audible groan of disappointment when she made him turn around instead of letting him devour her lips, which was just what her taunting had made him want even more than the moment before.
Of course that thwarted groan turned into a throaty growl of pleasure as he turned around and planted both hands on the tiled walls so she could lather up the sore muscles of his back. Unbidden, the sound of the hunter’s rapture along with the gentle fall of the steamy water was a melody that filled the small space.
Simi kneaded his aches and pains and kissed away his boo-boos, all the while driving him insane with the need to turn around and capture her lips as his desire mounted to an irrepressible intensity.

The witch’s touches were gentle but sensual, and when she had him turn finally and knelt before him, it was all Ryder could do not to come apart at the seams. The young Winchester let his head fall back against his neck and his mouth parted with a husky rumble, the hands on the moist walls clenched tight so that he didn’t impulsively grasp the back of her head and pull her closer. He was after all, a man, and her lips that close to his need was nearly too much to bear.

By the time she was done ‘washing’ him, Ryder was gasping for air and so wanting of her it had become painful. Simi started lathering up her own alabaster skin and that very act made his covetousness even more excruciating. He couldn’t help but reach for her, only to have his hands slapped playfully away. Before he even had a chance to moan in disappointment, her lips came crashing into his and Ryder had to hold onto the soap dish lest he seize the woman and never let go.

It wasn’t too long before the steamy stream turned to an icy spray, and when Simi slipped backwards to avoid the biting droplets, Ryder caught her by the wrists and pulled her close. Now it was his turn to make her crazy like she had done him.
The young man chuckled and he had stars in his eyes as he reached to turn off the water and then grasped the woman’s hand in order to tug her out of the shower.
Grabbing a white fluffy towel from a hook on the wall, the young man wrapped her up in it and began a slow massage, wiping the droplets from her skin. “More like someone above is looking out for the man. You were about to drive me crazy…” He told her and quickly slanted his mouth over hers before returning to his task.

He rubbed the soft material at a snails pace, leaving a whispery kiss here and there as he dried her. When Ryder was satisfied that her upper body had had enough attention, he let the towel drop from her shoulders, kneeling before her as he slowly ran the cloth down her lithe legs.
It was hard to ignore the blooming garden that was so close he could lean forward and kiss the tender petals, so Ryder closed his eyes and held his breath, instead murmuring his lips against the velvet skin of her inner thigh.

That was about all the teasing he could take for now. She still had a few beads of moisture on her body when he hurriedly swiped the towel over himself before wrapping her up again. Simi was swathed in the soft cloth so that her hands and arms were bound and then he playfully lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder in order to cart her to the bedroom.
Dropping her softly onto the downy mattress, Ryder laid next to her, but just so that their bodies were not quite touching. Gently, but with purpose, he clutched both of her wrists so that he could lift them over her blonde head, lowering his lips to hers in a teasing kiss that left her breathless by the time it was over.
It was difficult for the hunter not to angle his rigid body against hers to relieve the building pressure, but that would have ruined his charge, and so he kept her hands pressed into feathery pillows as he whispered love poems against her mouth, down her swan neck to the delicate curve of her shoulder, and continued down her chest pausing only momentarily above the taunt pink little rosebuds. “How does this feel?” He murmured, just slightly running his balmy lips across that sensitive surface before moving on to the flat plane of her belly.

[Simone Winchester]

Tell me a secret
Tell me things no one else should know
Even in your weakness
Baby drop your guard just let it go
Until everything's exposed
And you don't have to feel ashamed
Baby just say my name
And I'll take off my halo
If you take off your wings.
You don't have to be invincible
Cause I sure ain't no saint
You'll always be my angel
No matter what you do,
Cause you take me to heaven just by being you

Was there ever a more perfect moment?

In all of her wildest fantasies, she could never have dreamed up the feelings she had when Ryder touched her body. Although his actions were of an earthy nature, they never failed to make her feel like a precious treasure, cherished and worshiped. Every tender touch, every gentle caress went straight to her heart and she knew that what happened between them was about far more than two people simply relieving an itch.

Between them, it was something very rare and very special.

As Ryder pulled her from the shower, Simi had to smile at his words. The teasing smile that lit his face brought a soft laugh to her own that was quickly replaced by a gasp as he took up a towel and went to work drying her off. Before long, it was all she could even do to keep upright as her knees threatened to buckle and desire left her feeling somewhat like a limp noodle.

"Who's teasing who now?" she teased breathlessly right before she found herself imprisoned within soft fabric and then tossed playfully over one lean, muscled shoulder. "RYDER.... What are you......" she managed to gasp out right before her devilish side decided to take the opportunity presented and ogle on very fine rear end.

OH Yes.. What a very fine rear end indeed.

The opportunity was fleeting though as he strolled into "their" bedroom and made straight for the huge bed that had been her one true indulgence. Gigantic enough to house a whole slumber party, it was comfortable and surrounded by a canopy of filmy mesh, pulled back and held by silk ribbons.

Hey... What could she say? Having grown up on stories like the Arabian Nights and Sleeping Beauty... Simi had a weakness for the magical.

A startled giggle escaped her as she was dropped on the soft mattress and she tried valiantly to see through a her mop of damp tresses. When his body followed her down and she felt the steal of his hard muscles against her softness, she melted back into the cushion and allowed him free rein. A firm grip circled her wrists and the little witch soon found the slender limbs trapped above her as the wicked hunter took advantage of her vulnerable state.

"Ryder...." she gasped out, closing her eyes to the sensation of his lips trailing a heated path over skin on fire with need. "Oh ...my... god....Don't stop..... it feels so .. oh lord...."

Unable to put into words the way his touch made her feel, Simi arched into his caress and gasped. When his lips trailed south over the gentle curve of her stomach, she almost came out of her skin. Even the trace of his breath on her exposed flesh was enough to send goosebumps of desire across the expanse.

"Baby..... if you don't hurry up and make love to me.... I might just spontaneously combust..." she teased in a husky whisper, worn by her little moans of delight. "I'm afraid I've been dreaming of this moment a bit to much these last few weeks and your about to kill me I think...."

Blushing a bit at her own confession, Simi tugged her wrists free and let her own fingers run across bare skin. Tugging at his shoulders, she pulled him up before twisting and pressing him back into the downy pillows. For a long moment, her gaze simply took him in with hungry intensity and then she leaned forward to press kisses against the hard plains of his chest before nipping playfully at his throat and up to his lips.

"You taste so good.... I could make a meal out of just you, I think..." she teased, allowing her body to rest against his and desire to shine from her sapphire depths. "I've missed you, Mr. Winchester. A whole hell of a lot....more than you could EVER imagine."

Then, shifting her weight slightly, she captured his handsand threaded her fingers through his as gave them both what they were truly wanting.... needing. For a long moment, she kept her eyes locked on his as their two bodies became one but was soon lost in the storm that swept over them.

With a soft moan, the little witch allowed her head to drop and her hair danced around them, locking just the two of them in their own little world.

[Ryder James Winchester]

It took all the determination the hunter had in him to keep from covering Simi’s’ body with his own just as he was covering it with kisses. As the flawless witch writhed and gasped under his hold, Ryder grew even more wanton; teasing her alabaster skin with his blunt teeth and pressing himself into the mattress to ease the ache.
Moving lower, he let his breath against her curves tell stories about how he adored and wanted her and his tongue wrote love songs against the soft petals of her flowering garden.

Her honey on his lips was like ambrosia. An angel in his eyes, it was no wonder that kisses against her most clandestine parts tasted as the food of the gods to the middle Winchester. He was in utter rapture; mind, body, and spirit.
Unable to spend too long savoring that sweetness lest he fall over the cliff too soon, Ryder pulled himself up, suspended over her with a look of absolute hunger in his tempestuous grey-blue eyes. Her rasping admission nearly broke him, and as he could deny his seraph nothing, he didn’t argue when she ended the game of tease to push him over so that she could straddle him with her lithe limbs.

The downy pillow was the only thing that kept him rational as she turned the game back on him with nibbles and mouthy embraces against his chest, neck and lips. Tilting his head back into the feathery cushion, he closed his eyes tight and willed his body to hold on for just a moment longer; just another second.
They came open with a gasp torn from his throat when she confessed that she could devour him; and he let a smile take the place of his parted lips while he told her with his radiant glance that he felt the same way; in fact, had proven it to her just minutes before.

Finally, when neither one of them could repress their wanting, Simi united them with an agile arch of her back; Ryder clutched tightly at the fingers that intertwined with his.
The hunter let out a husky moan of ecstasy, his gaze caught in that shimmering gem-blue stare as the angel took them even closer to Heaven that he thought he’d ever been.

It was magic.
Movements were music that made the winged seraphs above sing out in glory; the raining snow outside their window tears of joy for the divine pair.
And when the song was over and both the hunter and the witch cried out in bliss, it was with truthful words of devotion and forever.

Ryder wrapped Simi in his arms and held her as he rode out the last trembles of pleasure, curling against her body and pressing kisses to her pale shoulder.
“I think I -can- imagine just how much you missed me.” He confessed in response to her earlier statement, and smiled against her porcelain skin. “You think I might have missed you just as much?” The question was rhetorical, but the hunter hoped that she believed in those words. He wanted desperately for the woman to understand how hopelessly he had fallen in love with her. That he wanted to spend every waking moment basking in the light of her spirit.

Closing his eyes, Ryder whispered that he worshiped her like the sun; could drink her in like the rain, and that he was hers forever and always.