Breakfast at Dean's
Rated: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Damn it.
AN: This is just a fun little short. Hope you enjoy.
His stomach grumbles louder than the engine of the Impala on a bad day. The noise stirs his companion from what they'd been doing and looks up to find him giving a weak smile.
"Sorry."
"Are you hungry?" She asks, not at all offended.
"A little." She nods at this and gets up from the bed, the sheets pooling around her naked form. He watches in fascination as the sunlight toys with her skin, giving her an ethereal glow that he's never seen before, even on ethereal creatures.
Stepping into the small apartment's hallway, she disappears for a few minutes until returning with two frosted beer bottles and a bowl of cereal with two spoons. He smirks at the attempt and takes the bowl so she can rejoin him on the bed.
"Lose the sheets," He says and she gives a shocked look that they both know is just for show. She bats her lashes at him, as if waiting for something. He leans forward on his free hand and kisses her lips then her bare shoulder. "Please?"
As if it is enough, she drops the material that's been shielding her body from view. Suddenly he isn't so hungry for food anymore as her pert nipples tease him when she leans back to take a small sip of beer from her bottle.
Placing the bowl on the nightstand to free his hands, he leans over and nips her shoulder. She gives a giggle as his knowledge of her ticklish spots is used against her. "Dean."
"Hm," He mumbles against her, peppering her fair skin with kisses.
"I thought you were hungry." She says, her voice hitching at the end when he reaches just at the nape of her neck, her weak spot.
He growls, "I am," the tone telling her he's no longer thinking of any food.
Soon the light touches and sweet actions turn into bruising kisses and thirsting desire. Their bodies are grazing each other, causing a wildfire of friction to be unleashed.
She has her mouth on his chest, nipping at his skin like an animal marking its mate. No doubt he'll have markings of her teeth all over. Pressing her bare breasts into his chest, he feels though little devil nubs carve their tips into his skin, making his cock twitch in retaliation. "No fair." He mutters before lunging for her neck.
Laughter erupts as he nibbles her neck, just below her jaw line. "You can't talk pal." She pushes his shoulder and knocks onto his back as she straddles his hips.
"No?" he teases.
She bends down, their lips touching, tongues colliding as their hips start to rock. The gyration has them both uttering out curses.
"Oh God," She hears him say and smirks as she raises her hips, until she drops down with him impaling her and reiterates his words.
In unison, they cry out as the rough play has them crashing down sooner than expected.
"Jo," he cries just as they release.