Chapter Four; Romping and Catching

A/N: The chapter contains extreme sexual content. Do not read if this offends you.

"So…" Faith said.

"So…" He handed the piece of paper back, which she folded and slipped into the tight leather trousers she was wearing. Dean briefly wondered if she owned anything other than leather trousers then decided it didn't matter when her hand slipped to the crotch of said leather trousers.

"You wanna fuck?"

He slipped his jacket from his shoulder and let it drop to the floor before yanking his shirt off and approached her.

She'd pulled her shirt of and was standing there in her bra.

"You know, I never did get a clear look of you before." He informed, eyes sparkling with glee. "You saw me. I think it's time you returned the favour."

In reply, she unhooked her bra and slid it off. "Come on then, boy scout. Make it worth my while."

He smirked and pounced.

Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her close and devoured her mouth with his as his hands travelled up her bare back.

She moaned appreciatively and one of her hands travelled up and wound themselves into his hair.

"Bed?" He murmured against her lips.

She didn't reply, just captured his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled. Her free hand moved around his waist and cupped his arse, squeezing hard once more pulling his crotch tight against her own.

"If we can make it." She finally muttered, releasing his lip.

His right hand left her back to travel up her stomach, his calloused hands appreciating her soft but firm stomach. Her muscles ripped under his touch and she groaned.

After what seemed like an age to her, his hand finally reached her breast, cupping the waist and feeling the creamy skin.

Despite his earlier question, Dean stepped back. Before she could protest, he was lowering them both to the floor, her on her back under him and him settled between her spread legs.

His mouth attacked the very breast he had been touching with his hands, taking the nipple and sucking it into his mouth and biting gently, before laving it with his tongue.

One hand cupped her waist, his thumb stroking the milky skin under it.

She moaned, head back on the floor. One hand went up over her head while the other buried itself in his hair, pulling him closer to her.

Dean chuckled at her response before transferring his attention to the other nipple. Still holding onto her waist with one hand, his other came up and cupped the other breast, thumb swiping over the nipple wet with his saliva. He pinched her and her back arched appreciatively.

After a few minutes, he reluctantly left her breasts alone and travelled down her stomach to her navel, licking and nibbling at the flesh as she went. Faith murmured her appreciation, one hand still in his hair and stroking his scalp gently.

"Guess we won't." He informed, cheekily, just before he dipped his tongue into her navel, stabbing it into her as his hands moved down to unzip her trousers.

Growing impatient, Faith pushed him away. Sitting up, she tugged her shoes off, throwing them over her shoulder. Then, grabbing Dean, she freed him from his own shoes, followed by his socks, before settling over him like he had done her.

She kissed him, one hand tangling into his hair yet again as her other rested on the floor, keeping her upper body off of his.

Then, letting go of his lips, she moved on to his neck, licking and nibbling, teasing.

"As we have time to play…" She shrugged, and moved down further still, licking at his collarbone before slithering down further still and biting his nipple abruptly.

Dean shouted in surprise at the sharp pain, back arching. The small pain quickly passed as Faith chuckled and lapped at it with her tongue. He wasn't bleeding, but her teeth marks would be there for a while.

She spent time teasing him, going from one nipple to the other, biting sharply then lapping at the redness with her tongue. Finally, she moved down his stomach, biting at his rippling muscles as he groaned and canted his hips up, desperate for more.

"Faith…" He groaned.

"Easy there, boy scout." She chuckled, voice dark and throaty. "We're just getting' started."

He growled, and impressive feat for a human, and rolled them over once more.

"Damn right." He told her, hands finishing the job on her zipper and divesting her of them altogether. Grabbing her underwear, which was a very VERY nice silk black thong, he slowly slid them down and off her long legs.

He stared at her for a long minute before lowering himself to the floor, once more between her legs. She was open to him now.

His hands ran up and down her trembling thighs as her back arched in anticipation. Before she had time to think of a witty reply, he mouth was on her, mouth covering her fully as his tongue slipped inside.

She cried out and her hands grabbed his hair, pulling hard at the strands.

Instinctively, she knew she couldn't use her full strength. At the same time, she knew she could let a little loose with her partner. He wasn't your average Joe. He could take a bit of pain…he even liked it to some degree, and she could afford to be a little wild.

Besides which, he was AMAZING.

His tongue tasted her, his teeth teased her, his lips covered her. Dean's hands ran over he thighs still, but one soon raised up over his head and to her breast.

One hand released his hair and went over the hand on her breast, pressing it harder onto the mound, encouraging to go harder, faster, that she wouldn't break.

"Yes. Right there…" She told him, neck arching with her back this time.

He continued to tease her, get her wet. When the hand in his hair pressed down on his head like her other was doing to his hand, he pushed in harder, stabbing his tongue into her wickedly.

She moaned again, wriggling beneath his touch.

Before either of them knew it, she was in the throws over her orgasm; neck and back arched, eyes closed, mouth open.

Dean pulled back to watched her, mesmerised.

After, she lay panting on the floor.

Damn, he was good.

"Not finished here yet, Darlin'." He informed, a small smile on his face. She hadn't said a word, but she had this look on her face…

He lapped up her juices and sat up a little, hands going to his buckle and zipper, the belt undone earlier from Faith's busy hands.

She took but a moment to recover. Her hands joined his and they soon had him as naked as her.

"My turn." Faith purred, pushing him onto his back and crouching over him. Her hand went over him, on him, seemingly everywhere at once before finally settling at his erection. One hand pumped him, spreading pre-come over his length, while her other cupped and squeezed his balls.

He moaned in lust, eyes fluttering closed under her very talented hands.

When she felt he was ready, she lined herself up and then slammed herself down, impaling herself on him.

They both groaned, head thrown back and eyes closed.

"Yeah…" He panted, hands sliding up to grasp her by the hips to help her raise and lower herself on him.

Her own hands travelled over his chest once more, ticking the muscles and twisting his nipples.

Soon, though, her cupped the back of her neck and dragged her down to meet his lips with her own.

Though the lights were off, the curtains were open and moonlight streamed in. They weren't under the covers, and neither was ashamed of their figures - or of showing them off.

Her hands grabbed his and slammed them down on the ground. She held him there with her hands, using that much more of her strength to keep him down.

His hips rose and fell as sharply as he could, slamming up into her to meet her demanding pace. His hands clenched into fists but he didn't fight the restraining hold.

Their pace got faster and faster, harder and harder.

They left the teasing behind, left the delaying behind. They had a need that demanded to be satisfied, and they were slaves to their bodies' wishes.

Dean continued to slam up into her as Faith continued to rise and slam down on him. Their mouths and tongues fought for dominance. His hands clenched and strained against her hold, but she refused to budge. Faith's hands left bruises on his wrists but neither of them cared as they drew closer and closer to their peak.

Finally…finally, their orgasms drew close.

Faith let go of Dean's arms. Dean grabbed her hips and rolled them over so he was on top.

Hands roamed and feet tangled and tongues continued to fight for dominance.

Dean gave one more harsh thrust into her before stilling, their orgasms at the fore.

They panted, mouth separating but staying close to each other. They stared into each others eyes, each daring the other to look away.

After, they simply refused to move for at least ten minutes.

Then and only then did Dean slowly pull out of her and roll over to he was laying beside her.

Faith reached up to the bed and pulled the cover off, too tired to move far. She tugged the quilt down and used it to cover them.

Just as they'd finally curled together and had shared another demanding kiss, and had almost dropped off to sleep, the door burst open.

"What the hell?"

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