A/N: This is what my brain thinks up at midnight and will probably be the only story I ever write with anything other than implied sex. It's a girls' pov on a one night stand with Dean.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters.
You Know He Wants You
You know he wants you the moment you walk into the bar. Even though it is crowded tonight you can feel his gaze on you his eyes never leaving you. He thinks you look good and he has every right to because you do look good. You're wearing a short, tight skirt and an even tighter low cut halter top that shows off all your best assets. Revealing enough to make every guy want you but covered up just enough to drive them wild, making them want to see more. You hair is swept up with just a few strands to frame your face; it reveals your beautiful long neck and you just know he is dying to kiss it.
You know he wants you when he walks over and offers to buy you a drink. You accept and tell him you would like a glass of wine. You know he wants you as you sit and talk. You find yourself opening up to him like you have never done with any guy before. His eyes are so soulful you can feel yourself losing yourself in them. You're drowning in them but you don't want to be rescued, if anything, you want to fall deeper. You can feel a connection between the two of you, something you have rarely felt before. You feel he knows you completely and totally. You think he is opening up to you too. He tells you about himself and he sounds so sincere you fall for it completely; you never even stop and think that what he is telling you might all be just a lie.
You know he wants you when he leans in and kisses you. It's soft and tender at first as he gently caresses your lips with his own but it soon becomes more heated. You can feel his tongue roll over your lips, asking for access to your mouth which you readily accept. He is an amazing kisser and you can't help but wonder, as your tongues entwine; what else he is good at. You know that you will find out soon enough and the thought of that sends a shiver down your spine.
You know he wants you when he pushes you up against the alley round the back of the bar and lifts up your skirt. You make short work of his jeans and you go weak in the knees once you can feel his hot breath on your neck and it drives you wild with desire. You knew he would love your long neck and he does; his lips never leave there. You lift yourself up and fasten your legs around his waist. You whimper and moan with pleasure as he pushes into you and you both quickly find a rhythm, his left hand rests on your waist; caressing your skin which makes you quiver with pleasure. His lips never leave your neck and his hand never leaves your breast as he caresses it. You never want this moment to end it feels so good.
You know he wants you when you ask him to spend the night with you at your place. You spend the rest of the night having the wildest sex of your life and it feels so good. He makes you feel things you have never felt before; sends you flying so high that you never want to come down again. You just want to lose yourself in him for eternity he makes you feel that good.
But then the morning comes and everything changes. It's obvious that he doesn't want you anymore when you wake up and he is no longer there, kissing your long neck and making you feel like the most special person on this earth. You know he doesn't want you anymore when he never calls you back even though you spend days waiting by the phone in the vain hope that he might just be busy and that he will eventually give you the call you so desperately desire. You know he doesn't want you anymore when you ask around town and find out that he has left and all the things he had told you were a complete lie.
He doesn't want you but you desperately wish he did.