"Are you sure?" Dean whispers raggedly, his green eyes searching my flushed face. I run my hands through my dark reddish curls as I slowly nod my head. "I think so," I whisper back, my blue eyes widening as he slowly unbuttons the front of my jeans. I can't believe I'm going through with this, after so long replacing my strong attraction for him with sarcasm and detestation. He was surprised as I was when I kissed him while we sat on the floor of a motel room, while Sam was out investigating. We were in the middle of research when I just couldn't take the sexual tension any longer, as each "accidental" touch of my thigh drove me over the edge.
Dean pressed his lips against mine as I grabbed at his shirt to get it off, it wasn't working. He pulled back, tore off the t-shirt and continued kissing along my neck. I fumbled with his jeans until I forced them down roughly. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow teasingly. "You know I still hate you right?" I mumbled back at him as I pulled off my top and threw it across the room. "Isn't it obvious?" He said dryly, as he eyed my breasts peeking out of a lace bra. He ran a calloused finger over a strap and muttered, "Always knew you were a lace kind of girl, even bet Sammy. Well told him we were betting, he never said no…" I placed a long finger over his slightly swollen lips, "Shut up and kiss me you idiot," I said as I lightly traced the outline of his lips with my finger.
Suddenly I realize I'm lying half naked with Dean Winchester as he kisses up and down every inch of my body. I try to recall why I disliked him so much before, but my head is cloudy and muddled. I reach for him and pull him towards my face. He seems confused at first but lets me have my way. I want to look at him, every part of him as I'm realizing for the first time how beautiful he is. I admire his moss green eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, golden freckles and strong jaw. I pull at him until Dean's underneath me as I lightly place a kiss on his lips. He jumps at the chance and presses back, more urgently and harder. I pull away, shaking my head at him, "Slow down cowboy, let me have my fun…" He raises his eyebrows, amused and confused. I smile with my cupid's bow shaped lips and continue. I kiss along his jaw line, then on his cheek, then his ear where I nibble and kiss. Deans smiles at this, his expression soft and excited. I move to his neck where I'm less gentle and more playful. I bite, kiss, lick and suck along his lightly tanned skin. He pulls me to him and moans, clearly enjoying it. His hands rove over my body, rough but soft at the same time. I move back up to his face and kiss the tip of his nose gently and order him to close his eyes. He does so, once more raising his eyebrow in question, but I ignore him. I place my lips lightly atop his eyelids, as they slightly flutter in response. I smile; it's those sort of strange and soft kisses that are my specialty.
We're kissing again, harder and faster than before. I can feel his need growing more and more urgent. Dean unclasps my bra with one swift movement and throws it on the floor. I'm underneath him as he gazes down at my fair skinned chest. He places kisses along my breasts and nipples, sucking and nibbling his way towards my flat stomach. He chuckles a little when he gets to my belly button. I blush as he whispers, "Your freckles make your belly button look like a face, see here's the eye, the other eye and the mouth." He looks up at me and I stick my tongue out at him in response. I've been hearing that joke since I was a kid, and it had gotten old. But I didn't say it, I just smiled and shook my head at him. He smiled back completely unaware and continued his way down. He pulled off my panties, chuckling again at the lace, mumbling to himself that he knew it. Even though he couldn't see my face at that exact moment I rolled my eyes at how he was such a boy. But then I was distracted once again by Dean's soft lips and rough hands. I moaned loudly and ran my fingers through his short hair and pulled lightly.
He moved back up to my very flushed face, smiling at his accomplishment. I looked up into his beautiful eyes and thanked him quietly. Dean responded with a long deep kiss as I pulled at his boxers. They slipped off and were kicked to the end of the queen-sized bed. I stroked his length that pressed against my thigh. All the while looking into his eyes and enjoying how he had been enjoying every second of it. I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked it suggestively, watching his enthralled expression. I smiled deviously as I pulled his hand up towards my face and sucked on a long finger. He groaned with excitement as well as pushing harder against my thigh. I knew he was readier than he'd ever be. I wrapped my thin legs around his waist and looked into his eyes, "Let's go," I whisper. I gasp quietly as it slips in, and run my short finger nails over Dean's back. He groans and picks up pace.
I lay next to Dean, the both of us breathing heavily and sweating. I swear loudly and stretch my arms. He grins proudly and places his arms behind his head in a total I'm-so-proud-of-myself position. I roll my eyes at him, but lay back as well. "That was good, really good," Dean says as he turns on his side towards me. Unconsciously he runs a hand through my curls as I reply, "Damn good. You are welcome." I laugh as his expression screams what his comeback will be before he even opens his mouth. "No you're welcome," he says jokingly. "Who knew you'd be such a screamer," he says as he wiggles his eyebrows. I stick my tongue out at him and quickly reply, "Well what was with those facial expressions? You looked like you were thinking as hard as you could, like smoke was about to come out of your ears." We laugh again just as Dean's cell phone rings on the bedside table. He grabs it and flips it open, "Hello? Yeah, okay. You're on your way back Sam," he says pointedly and jumps up out of the bed," You'll be here in five minutes?" I hear that and jump out of bed as well. "Shit," I whisper, looking for my underwear. Dean hangs up the phone as he pulls on his boxer shorts. "I can't find my underwear!" I say frantically. Dean locates his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. "Um, just I'll look for them. And you hop in the shower in here and I'll tell him the shower in your room doesn't get hot water," he says quickly as he looks out the window. "Um…" I start but he interrupts, "He's pulling in, go! Go!" Dean yells as he pushes me into the bathroom and shuts the door behind me. I turn the water on as I hear Sam walk in the room. Dean tells the cover up story and Sam seems to believe it. I jump in the shower and stand under the heavy stream of warm water. Oh god, what the hell have I done?