A/N: So this series will be a way for me to compile all of the M rated chapter within my fic 'Kiddy Coral' so that other readers aren't put off by the sex. I shall leave dates and 'part' numbers up. These chapters shall also be unaltered to show you where they fit in. They'll mostly just be edited scenes, or as is the case for March 2007 - full on sex.
Original story here: s/9507439/1/Kiddy-Coral
Summary: All of the 'M' rated scenes and chapters from my fic 'Kiddy Coral' in one place. Want some hot steamy sex? You got it.
2002 – September
Part 2
South Dakota – Sioux Falls
John had gone out for a few hours, to get some space and to clear his head. At half one in the morning Bobby told the other two he was turning in whilst the sun was still down.
Dean slouched himself into the couch. Charlotte waited until Bobby's bedroom door closed before she stepped into the kitchen, into a cupboard that Dean had never seen opened before and reached up into it. She pulled back a pack of beer and nodded her head upstairs. He followed her back to her room where she placed the pack down onto the desk that sat next to her bed. Two cans were released, pried open and one was shoved into his hands as he closed the door. He eyed the can with both brows raised and said, "More beer?"
Charlotte took a swig from her own can and shrugged. "If you don't want it?"
"No, no," he said, finally coming into the room. "But won't Bobby notice?"
"Hence why it was in that cupboard. He doesn't use it." At his blank expression she rolled her eyes. "Personal stash."
That made him quirk his brows. "And you're sharing your stash with me? Your secret stash?" Again she rolled her eyes and Dean shook his head, "No, no, I'm honoured."
"Yeah well you looked like a kid who'd just been told his dog ran away."
"And are you aware that you just referred to Sammy as a dog right?"
Charlotte paused, can halfway to her mouth and eyes fixed on a half arsed smirking Dean. Two seconds passed before she shrugged with her own smirk, "He does do that puppy dog look with his eyes though."
Dean chuckled. Charlotte pulled herself onto the far side of her bed, legs tucked underneath her, feet dangling over the edge. Dean shook away his jacket, kicked off his boots and stretched himself along the other side. "I know what look you're talking about. When we were younger he used to use that look to get whatever he wanted."
"And it worked?" her eyes were on his.
He turned to her, "Every damn time. I hated that look." He almost brought the can to his lips but pointed it at her to say, "I still hate it."
She laughed and kicked her own shoes off to stretch them out before her. Her eyes were fixed on her feet, not much smaller than Dean's. "I feel bad for you."
His smirk was on her faster than a dog chasing a cat. "Does this sympathy grant me any special favours?" She punched his arm and he laughed. "I was kidding."
"Sure Winchester, whatever you say."
He paused, mid drink to eye her up. "Okay, what's that supposed to mean?"
"What's what supposed to mean?" she mimicked back.
Dean shook his head, turned and placed his drink on her desk next to the bed, "No, no, we are not having one of those arguments. You are not doing that."
"Doing what?" she said with a smirking shrug.
He narrowed his eyes at and simply asked again, "So what was the whole," and in a terrible imitation of her voice said, "'Sure Winchester, whatever you say.'"
She chuckled at that and turned to put her beer on the floor, "One," she turned back, one finger held up. "I do not sound like some kind of whiny thirteen year old girl." By now she had turned her body to face him. "Two, you know exactly what I mean Casanova."
He winked at that, "I must be doing something right."
She slapped his arm. "Are you ever serious?"
"Nope."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. And three, of course you'd turned anything innocent into some sort of lewd comment."
Again he winked. "That's me." He saw the hand coming this time and moved to reach up and grab it before it hit him. He grinned at her and groaned when she twisted to hit him in another spot. He caught that wrist too and he was grinning his shit eating grin. "What are you going to do now princess?"
She pulled a face, jerked at him and he was able to push her away. The twenty year old girl growled in annoyance, smirk still bright on her face, and resorted to trying to pull herself free.
After a few playful tugs she yanked at him. The sudden and unexpected force had him following her movements, his body falling across her chest and Dean took a second to recover, all air gone from his lungs. He lifted himself up enough to pull his face away from her neck to look at her, worried. He knew he wasn't the lightest person in the world and his full weight across her chest wasn't going to be too nice. "You okay?"
She gave a single cough before she nodded and turned her head to face him, "I'm fine." Then she opened her eyes and they landed on his in a narrow frown. He copied her expression and found himself frozen in that position, just staring. He could feel his breathing slow and watched as she fluttered her eyes at him innocently. His jeans twitched, the heat coming from her body was strong and he could feel her chest against his. At that very moment, his body just about poised above hers, he hated the hormones still kicking around his system.
He crashed his lips to hers, let his body fall atop hers and after a few seconds she responded. Her mouth worked against his, drawing him further in with the tug on his shirt her hand gave. Dean forced one hand underneath the fabric of her shirt and smiled greedily against her lips at the slight jerk her body gave from the touch.
The kisses grew hungrier and Dean worked his mouth down her neck as the fingers underneath her shirt stroked the underside of her breast. She twitched and he grinned against her neck.
Fingers searched higher, finding their desired target and he gently squeezed her nipple. She responded with stilted breathing and a jerk against his body. His head pulled away to grin down at her, triumphant as he pulled on it again. "Shut up," she managed with a lopsided grin before she was pulling him back down. One of his legs pushed its way between hers and he let his other hand find her other breast and nipple. She jerked again and she pulled on his bottom lip.
He couldn't help the chuckle. When she gave another jerk, igniting a quiet moan that quickly died in the back of her throat, he growled into the kiss and pushed his body against hers.
Her hands fumbled with his shirt, pulling it up and Dean straddled her leg to pull it off and chuck it to one side. She made a come hither gesture with her fingers and Dean only tugged on the bottom of her shirt. "Fair is fair." And she was rolling her eyes and pulling herself up to him. He pulled her shirt over her head, threw that away. He almost yelped as she yanked him down with knotted fingers behind his neck.
Mouths clashed and Dean's hands grabbed both breasts and gently squeezed as his hips pushed into hers. She responded and he squeezed harder, pushed harder until her hands on his waist and her legs around his forced him onto his back.
Now she was straddling him and he could not tell what the look in her eye meant. Then she was kissing his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, his neck and working her way down. When she reached his jeans she unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged on both jeans and boxers. Soon they were both gone and he was naked.
When he tilted his head to see what she was doing a hand pushed on his chest and he was flat against the bed. A few curious seconds passed before he jerked at the hot mouth that wrapped itself around his member. "Oh Jesus," he ground out through gritted teeth and the smirk that lit itself around him made him twitch again. He titled his head to see what exactly it was she was doing, but a hand pushed him back down and had him writing beneath her.
As the seconds dragged themselves by he dropped curses and fisted his hands into the bed sheets. Her tongue circled the top of his member, worked its way up and down as did her mouth with different pressures that had him jerking beneath her. As the seconds dragged out and pleasure reached a critical level where he was ready to burst, she pulled away and Dean pried lust filled eyes open to see a shit eating grin staring down at him. "Come here," he ordered huskily and he grabbed the back of her head to crash his mouth against hers.
Charlotte fell against him and he used this surprise to his advantage. He forced her onto her back, one hand pulling on the pyjama bottoms. They were quickly discarded along with her underwear and Dean let a hand trail lazily down her body. Across her breasts, over her stomach, past her sensitive nethers and slowly he traced lines up and down the inside of her thigh. Each stroke worked its way closer and closer to her centre, each one making her twitch with anticipation and expectation.
He grinned and as he let two fingers slide over her nub, making her jerk against him, he placed his mouth around her nipple and tugged. Wetness grew around his fingers and he slipped both of his fingers inside of her. The jerk and the heavy breathing had him grinning.
He worked up a pace, quick, short thrusts of his fingers followed by slow crawls against her nub and inside of her. It was her turn to writhe underneath him.
He placed his mouth against her neck and worked up to her mouth as he pushed harder inside of her, rubbing his thumb over her nub as he did so. She moaned into him and he smiled at the whisper of his name against his mouth. He pulled away, grabbed his jeans, his wallet, the condom inside, slipped it on and threw himself back above her, his legs between hers.
For a few moments he paused, green eyes fixed on her blue ones and he questioned her with silent eyes. Her hands around his arms pulled him down and he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Her gave her a few seconds to adjust before she nodded.
He started slow, thrusting gently in and out. When she pushed herself against him, mouth on his neck, he worked faster, arms working their way underneath her to hold her tight. The alternation of her breathing against his neck had him forcing himself deeper with each quick thrust. As he worked up a pace a series of moans were escaping her mouth.
He silenced her with his mouth on hers as he continued, groaning as he did so. He could feel himself getting there, ready, and he forced one hand between their bodies to rub her centre. She rocked beneath him one final time, throwing her head back as she clenched around him. He thrusted three more times before he joined her in ecstasy.
His face fell to the hollow of her neck as they relaxed, letting their breathing ease. As his heart calmed he pulled himself free with a single roll and let himself finish the wave of euphoria. Once the high was down he threw his feet over the edge of the bed, heard movement behind him and disposed of the condom.
When he got back into bed Charlotte was facing away from him, already tucked underneath the bed sheets. He pulled himself in, lay down behind her and waited to see what she would do or say.
His heart pounded as the silence stretched, wondering if they'd taken a wrong step. He had the sinking feeling that the euphoria in his gut was short lived and resigned himself for the put down.
The she shuffled closer, her back still to him. He shuffled towards her and she shuffled again, placing her back against his chest. One arm slung itself over her waist, pulled her tight against his chest and Dean nuzzled the back of her neck with his nose.
Sleep wasn't far behind and he slept with a content smile on his face.
