Chain Lightning
Dean and Jo
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Note: Title from the song "Chain Lightning" by .38 Special. Also? I love feedback. ;)
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She can't remember whose idea it was; not that it matters since her hands are already bound and the blindfold is tied snugly around her eyes. Dean's lips are on hers and his hands are tracing down her bare sides and Jesus, it feels so damn good.
He moves away and she hears rustling as he reaches across her; for what she can't be sure of until the material is in her mouth and she can smell something so distinct, so Dean as he tilts her head against his chest, tying the knot behind her head. She leans back against the headboard as he adjusts his position in front of her. His hands on her waist, tingly cold against her skin, and then she feels him tugging at her jeans. The snug denim drifts down her legs and soon the only thing keeping her from being completely exposed is a pair of moistened panties.
She shivers at the sensation of hot breath on her stomach. His lips brush down her body and she senses a quick nip of his teeth before her panties are peeled off. She would give anything to watch him in the act, teeth clenching on the fabric of her modest underwear as he drags them down.
Like an animal, she thinks.
He's just like a gruff, handsome animal. He works wonders with his mouth but god, she loves his hands; roaming her body, knowing exactly where to stop and when and for just how long until he gets a muffled moan from her. She wants nothing more than to reach for him, to run her fingers through that smooth hair of his, to feel his unshaven scruff run like tiny bristles under her palms.
She twists her wrists, the roughness of the ropes drawing red rashes on her skin. She finds out just how much magic is harbored in those magic fingers he brags about so often. When she comes, she pulls against the ropes, the pain in her wrists merely a dull throb compared to the pounding of her heart in her chest. She bites into the thick cotton in her mouth; can hear her own stifled scream when she bangs her head against the board behind her.
Her breath comes in sharp gasps. His lips against her jaw, leaving hot, wet kisses is the only thing she focuses on, forcing her mind to pull the threads back together. The gag is removed and his mouth is on hers, too much teeth and even more tongue. She stops struggling against her bindings, giving in, spent. She burns this feeling, of hot skin and sweat mingling together, into her memory.
She has a feeling their next exorcism will be of cold shower proportions.