LIBRARY KISSES (From Highway to Hell - Chapter 7)
Ankeny, Iowa.
Library
Beth's POV
"As for wanting anyone else." Dean continued. "You're the only ray of light in this messed up freaked out existence we lead. How could you even think that I'd want some... Pollyanna, green cardigan wearing, wide-eyed sorority girl over you?"
I sighed, looking him in the eyes. "But the shape shifter..."
"Lied!" He finished the sentence forcefully, looking me in eyes. "It lied." He kissed my forehead before leaning his brow against mine, our noses touching. His lips softly brushed over mine. "You're all I want." He said, and we stood like this for a handful of moments.
"I know I don't say it enough." Dean said quietly.
"You say it enough." I answered back. "Without sounding all cliché... you say it best when you say nothing at all." He pulled back just a little and I saw the twitch of amusement in the corner of his mouth.
"Oh yeah?" He said, swaying in closer, his hands going to my hips and pulling me into him. "Like this?" He asked, kissing me gently on the lips. I nodded.
"Mmhmmm." I murmured.
"And... like this?" He asked again, softly catching my lip in his teeth and giving a little nip before sliding his tongue in to find mine. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to run through my hair, holding my head firmly. I felt my knees go a little weak and wrapped my arms around him for support.
He growled a little urgently and pushed me back against the wall, leaning in to me, the kiss getting more heated. He'd slid his knee between my legs and was gently rubbing it against me, I broke the kiss and trailed small kisses along his jawline, to his neck where I nuzzled him, breathing in his scent, fighting to catch my breath as he nibbled at my earlobe.
Someone cleared their throat behind us. Dean pulled away with a frustrated groan and turned, a smile on his face. One of the librarians, an old frigid looking thing with a tight bun and silver framed glasses stood at the end of the aisle giving us a disapproving look.
"Uh, hey, ma'am." Dean said, awkwardly, glancing at me as I tried to smooth out my hair, tucking it behind my ears.
"We were errr..." He grabbed one of the encyclopaedias off the shelf quickly. "Found it!" He declared triumphantly. He grabbed my wrist with his free hand and pulled me past her like we were a pair of high school teenagers who had just been busted making out in the janitor's closet.
I shrugged at the woman who hadn't said a word, just looked at me as I passed. "Can you blame me?" I asked, with a grin. "Just look at him." I winked.
"Beth!" Dean said, feigning shock, and pulling me away by the hand. I think I saw the librarian smile before we were on our way back to Sam. Maybe she's not so frigid after all I thought to myself with a smile.