:squee: My first drabble! Or drabbles! First is Tawny and Dean's first date, the second is their first sexual encounter. I know, I know, I said I'd do one, but both of these go with the story line and they were just plain fun to write. Bah hahahaha! Chronologically speaking, the first one takes place between 'Croatoan' and 'Hunted', and the second takes place between 'Everybody Loves a Clown' and 'Bloodlust', so the second one actually happens before the first. But whatever.
These are for it'ssamnotsammy. I hope you like them!
When Dean leaves to go get food, Tawny expects him to come back with a bucket of chicken or a pizza or a couple of burgers. So when he gets back with two paper bags, she fully expects them to be full of diner take-out, something greasy and heavy.
"Sit down," he tells her, and Tawny can see Dean's green eyes sparkling with mischief. She does as she's told and sits down at the table in the corner of the motel room. Tawny reaches for one of the bags he sets down, but he smacks her hand away.
"No peeking."
Tawny watches him curiously as he walks across the room and grabs his duffle, digging two candles out of it before ducking into the bathroom. She hears a clatter and when he walks out and turns off the light, he's holding two plastic cups. He methodically turns off every light in the room except for the one above the table, which is so cheap it's dim anyways.
"Dean, what're you doing?" Tawny asks quietly. When he doesn't answer her and puts the candles in the middle of the table before sliding a cup over to her, Tawny thinks that maybe they're doing a séance or some other ritual. He fishes out a box of matches from his pocket, lighting the candles before reaching into the bigger bag, and when he pulls out a plastic container of food and sets it down in front of her, the proverbial lightbulb goes on.
"Dean, is this – is this a date?" Tawny asks, a broad grin breaking out on her face. Dean glances at her before reaching back into the bag and shrugs. "Yeah, so? You have a problem with dates?" he asks, setting down a second container in front of him. He pulls out two smaller styrofoam containers and a smaller bag, setting down one container in front of her and the bag down in the middle by the candles. Tawny gently opens her container and grins to see that it's pasta. Nothing fancy, just chicken fettuccini alfredo, but the fact that it isn't greasy diner food makes Tawny's heart do this flip-flop thing deep in her chest. This feels… special. She watches as he tosses the empty bag on the floor, and she's suddenly curious as to what's in the other bag. He reaches into it and Tawny's smile widens when she sees that it's a cheap bottle of wine.
"They only had Arbor Mist," Dean says, looking at her apologetically. Tawny shakes her head, though, smiling at him. "'s perfect," she says softly, and he smiles back. Dean opens the bottle, obviously relieved that it's a twist-top and grabs her cup, pouring some in before filling his own cup. He sits and opens his own food. She watches as he takes a bite of pasta.
"Dean, what's all this," she gestures at the table "for?"
He looks up at her, sill chewing as his eyes go wide, looking around for a moment. "It's our anniversary. Three months," he says. Tawny feels something tug in her chest. "Oh," she says softly, feeling like she should have remembered. In her defense, though, Dean often forgot his own birthday, so she didn't really expect him to acknowledge an anniversary.
"I just heard somewhere that the first three months are always the hardest to get through, and with the whole virus thing and Sam almost –" he rambles but Tawny cuts him off.
"Like I said, Dean, 's perfect," she assures, reached across the table to lay her hand on his. He smiles softly before raising his fork at her. "Don't you dare expect me to start painting your toenails and let you give me facials or manicures or whatever," he says seriously, and Tawny can't help but laugh.
"Tawny don't you dare spray me with that – Tawny Lee!"
Tawny laughs loudly as she holds the hose up, sending the water in a high arc over the roof of the Impala and directly onto the top of Dean's head. She giggles when he lets out a sound of surprise and takes off around the trunk, trying to spray him and run from him at the same time. She almost makes it around to the other side of the car, but he slides across the hood and gracefully lands on his feet, grabbing her around the waist.
"Gotcha," he laughs. He tugs her into his chest, leaning down to press a wet kiss to her mouth. Dean's tongue has just dipped in when she feels his hand slip down her arm and the hose is suddenly tugged out of her grip. Tawny shrieks when he put his thumb over the flow of water, widening the spray and soaking her down completely. He chases her with the stream for a few more minutes, both of them laughing, and Tawny finally forfeits, holding one hand up in defeat as the other holds a stitch in her side. Dean walks over to the side of the garage and turns off the spigot before looking over at Tawny, who's now perched in the cab of an old Ford pick-up, her legs hanging off of the seat where the door used to be. He returns her soft smile as he walks over to her.
"You okay?" he asks softly, jerking his chin towards her side. Tawny nods. "Yeah. Just guess I'm not used to these kinds of work outs," she breathes. She leans into his touch when he reaches up and pushes a strand of wet hair behind her ear and when he leans down and kisses her again, she moans into his mouth. Their clothes are soon lying in a wet pile on the floorboards of the truck and they're sprawled across the warm bench seat as Dean sinks into her tight, wet heat. The stretch and burn are what push Tawny over the edge the first time and when Dean lets go and she feels him swell impossibly larger inside her and the first spurt of his release hits her inner walls, Tawny cries out as her muscles start to clench around him.
He doesn't pull away after, just hovers over her and kisses her lazily until his softened flash slides from her body. He rolls onto his side after that, grasping her hips and turning her onto her own side so her back is pressed against the back of the seat. They just lay there for a while, staring at each other in their combined post-orgasmic haze, not saying a word. Goosebumps break out across Dean's chest as Tawny trails her fingertips across it, and, if she could, Tawny would gladly stay right here forever.
