Never Enough
AN: It's sex but I had to give it purpose. Second drabble for Enkidu7's challenge for 'belly'. 100 exactly. Hope it pleases. I had to do two.
Dean arched forward, body shuddering, muscles across his back writhing as his sweat slicked belly slid over the warm body beneath him. Scarlet nails dug into his flesh, leaving marks that would last much longer than his memories of this moment.
Her hair could have been any color, he only knew it felt soft; the eyes that watched his face had been inviting, but without expectation.
They had not even exchanged names.
He was just another ship passing through her night and she knew it.
And she was another empty experience that would fulfill his want...
But never his need.
End Notes: I can do more wanton but I like to stay within a T rating, at least for this site. Next chapter of Madness is almost done. But there still isn't any plot, only pain and torture. Sorry. Sighs hopelessy.