Shameless Seduction
Our eyes collide.
Flames of desire smolder.
Stark need heightens
to incendiary levels.
Waiting for just one
tiny spark to explode.
Lips meet.
Drift apart.
Meet again with a
slow dance of tongues.
Shaking hands
divide and conquer
your damned clothes.
Exposing your hard body
to my nefarious plans.
--Vanessa Sgroi, 2004
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Dean Winchester sat, quiet and isolated, in the dimly lit Hot Shot's Tavern. He was positioned at the far end of the bar nursing a beer, and he wasn't in a particularly good mood. His head and body were aching from a tussle with stubborn poltergeist earlier that evening. On top of that, he and Sam had a stupid argument afterward, mostly brought on by perpetual close quarters and fatigue. He had left the motel room with the vague idea of hustling up some much needed cash, which he'd done quite handily at the pool table about an hour ago. The small rush of success died a quick death though, and since then Dean had sat in this same position staring at this same beer.
He felt wispy movement to his left as someone slipped onto the bar stool next to him, and he glanced over to see a curvaceous redhead smiling at him—her too-green eyes full of sparkle. Dean nodded and smiled in return, but turned his attention back to his beer. Amazingly, he simply was not in the mood to turn on his charm and flirt. In fact, the older Winchester brother had already decided it was time to go back to the motel and apologize to Sam for instigating such a stupid fight. With a sigh, he pushed his now-warm beer aside and prepared to stand.
"Hi, I'm Ginger."
The redhead leaned forward into his personal space, and Dean found himself recoiling a little.
"Uh . . . hi, I'm Dean. Listen, I've gotta . . ."
"It's nice to meet you, Dean. Very, very nice to meet you," as she spoke Ginger placed her hand on the back of the tall man's neck.
Dean felt her warm touch at the back of his neck and a strange tingle ignited under her hand. The sensation grew and spiraled and headed straight to his groin. His breath hitched. He watched as Ginger leaned forward again and touched her lips to his. Another tingle flared. The noise and commotion of the bar suddenly fell away leaving Dean consumed and concerned with only one thing—the intense and exotic feeling invading his body.