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UNEXPECTED

Dean's eyes fluttered open. He tried to move and groaned in pain. Fuck this just had not been his month and he sure didn't need another concussion.

He tried to move again and remembered what had happened. He blinked and could see that in their fall he had somehow ended up on top of Arandi who was out cold.

"Fuck." He groaned and tried to push himself off of her and couldn't. "Great."

Somehow their belt buckles had gotten hooked together and he couldn't get his hands in far enough to work them loose.

"So you really can trip and fall and…" He mumbled. He had wanted to end up between hot sweet thighs tonight but this was so far off the grid than he had planned. He tried to shift because he knew that she needed to breathe. Speaking of which. He slowly inched his fingers to her neck. Yes! Still alive because he really didn't need involuntary man slaughter added to his record. "Hey, hey." He said tapping her face lightly.

She stirred against him and he gulped. He was lined up perfectly with her and the sudden friction startled him into biting his lip.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. "Is there a reason you're on top of me."

"What can I say, I fell for you." Dean huffed.

Arandi blinked again.

"Your belt buckle is caught on mine. I need to see if I get us apart but it's rather tight going if you get my drift. We're sunk into a ditch of something thankfully dry up against the culvert and a fence so we can't even roll over. It looks as if we managed to fall into the closed off part of it to boot." He was trying really hard not to move because his fucking dick was a traitor.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I need to move back and forth and I want to make it quite clear that it will involve rubbing up on you like a horny sixteen year old."

"Of course it does." Arandi huffed shifting again.

Dean closed his eyes and bit his lip again.

"Sorry." She understood what he was trying to tell her now because the slight movement had sent chills even through her. "I'm guessing that that's not a flashlight in your pocket?"

Dean huffed a laugh and dared to look her in the eye.

"I thought you didn't like me?"

"Darling, all my dick knows it that you're a hot, gorgeous female." Great now his tongue was turning on him too.

"So it's just the rest of you that thinks I'm a raving psychotic bitch from hell."

Without missing a beat. "I don't think you're psychotic."

Arandi couldn't help but laugh. "Let me see if I can get my hands in. Can you lift up some?"

Dean pushed up with his arms as much as he could. He felt Arandi's hands sliding in but her wrist brace was hindering one hand. The slide of her fingers with her other hand just was not what he needed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, so not helping." He said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, sorry." She said again trying to breathe evenly because she could really, really feel his problem. Her heart was racing because she hadn't been this close to a man in a long time and if what she was feeling was anything to go by, Dean was all man.

Dean let out a growl and began to literally hump back and forth trying to break the buckles free. The friction was too much and he had to stop. Black spots swirled in his vision so he dropped his head to her neck breathing heavily. He felt her stiffen up.

"Are you alright?" She said rather breathlessly. His warm breath making her tremble.

"I think I hit my head again." He breathed into her skin. Her shudder made him smile. Good he wasn't the only one being subjected to torture.

"Dean?" Ten beats. "Dean!"

"I'm here damn it, stop yelling." He sighed.

"You're not exactly petite."

"It's all muscle." He whined lifting his head to look at her. The bright rays of the full moon made her already unnatural eyes eerie. He looked away.

She was feeling slightly overwhelmed. They really didn't like each other well he didn't like her, she only didn't like him because of the fact that he didn't like her. She tried to give everyone a chance.

"You're real." He said out of the blue.

"What?"

"Real." He said as if she was so out of the loop. "Usually women as well-endowed as you are fake."

"You really did hit your head."

"Sam is going to get so mad. Can we kind of keep this between us?"

"Do you really think I want to brag about this?" She snickered. "What did you do Friday night? Oh I was trapped in a ditch dry humping Dean Winchester."

Dean laughed. Ok maybe she wasn't from hell either.

"You have a knife?"

"Hey I was laughing with you not at you." He complained.

"A knife so that you can cut my belt." She huffed.

"I'm a man from Texas of course I carry a knife." He said and why the fuck hadn't he thought of that?

He reached to pull the knife out of his back pocket which only served to make him shift against her again. He felt a sting of pain go through his side. Great what else now?

He flicked his knife open and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I could so make this look like an accident." He didn't expect her to actually look scared. "I was kidding."

"I know." She barely replied. If only he could understand how hard this was for her, how a man with a knife having her pinned wasn't a new thing in her fucked up life.

He slipped the knife in between her jeans and the belt at her left side and began to cut. He tried really hard to keep the movements to a minimal but of course she had to be wearing stiff real leather with rhinestones all over.

He finally got through and he saw that her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. He stared for a moment. "Hey you alright?"

"Just feel a bit light headed."

"I got through."

"So how do we do this, my legs are asleep."

"There is not much room so I'll help you lift your legs up so that I can stand first then I'll help you up."

She nodded.

Dean pulled up slowly and she arched so that the belt would pull up with him. The buckles were still locked together but Dean was able to move now. It didn't dawn on him until he was pushing her legs up just how it would look and his dick twitched with intense interest. "So fucking unfair." He groaned.

"Huh?"

"Talking to myself, you ready?" He said. Now that he was standing he could see just how narrow the ditch was and she had to have been so uncomfortable with his weight on her.

She held out her hand and he took it and pulled.

"How do we get out of here?" She asked shaking each leg for circulation.

"This thing probably goes all around but we're cut off in this section." Dean said looking both ways and then up. "We're going to have to go back up but it's not going to be easy. You would think they would figure out that they need a fence up there also so this shit doesn't happen."

Arandi looked up and flexed a bit. She pulled off her brace planning on climbing the fence and then jumping across. Being in shape came in handy sometimes.

"Is that a good idea?" He asked looking at her wrist.

Flashes of worse injuries played through her mind. "I'll be fine."

Dean was in shape but he really didn't expect her to climb the fence. He watched her go and not to be outdone he followed. He watched her arch beautifully to flip across and he pushed off the fence and jumped after her.

They lay on the grass trying to catch their breath and Dean was painfully aware that he was still very much hard. He growled in frustration and stood up.

The way too fast motion sent the world spinning and he blinked to find himself on his knees and Arandi holding him up.

"Damn it Dean, I thought you were just trying to feel me up when you zoned out."

Feel her up? Why hadn't he thought of that either? "I'm fine." He said stubbornly, standing much slower.

God he needed to get laid and he needed it like yesterday. His hand wasn't going to help him at all with this and he didn't feel like hunting down someone else. So when in Rome right?

Arandi was there, so fucking beautifully flushed there and he had an itch that needed to be scratched. He just had to figure out how to get the ball rolling. They walked back to her car.

"You're bleeding." She said and suddenly her warm soft hands were on his skin as they lifted his shirt to see where the blood was coming from.

'Score.' He thought. He honestly didn't feel anything but he must have hurt himself when they were rolling.

Arandi inspected the already bruised cut on his side just at his rib cage. It wasn't very serious but she prodded it anyway. The feel of his skin under her fingertips tantalizing.

"As if my being hurt really matters." He said slowly.

"You're the one with all the hate Dean." She replied quietly. "Besides you could have just let me fall alone."

He could have, had it been anyone else he probably would have but something about her…..

He shuddered and suddenly she found herself pinned to her car the green of his eyes nearly entirely hidden with lust.

She gulped as he looked at her through his lashes licking his lips as if he was trying to decide if she was worth the effort. He leaned in close his breath moving across her lips. "I'm only human and all this touching and humping just has me all fucking kinds of turned on and I have a feeling you're feeling the same."

She knew that she was just a way to scratch an itch and it should bother her but it didn't because honestly she had the same fucking itch. So why not use him the way he wanted to use her?

For her it had been way too long and Dean was a hot man in every sense. She knew he would move on and she would have to deal with the more than likely cold shoulder treatment afterward but if she really analyzed the thing to death, it wasn't going to be any different than the way he treated her now. At least then when he glared at her she could look back and send the message 'I was good enough once.'

"You really want to have sex with someone you hate?" She asked.

He pulled back to look at her. "Hate is such a strong word. I mean we'll never be BFF's but I don't hate you." The things he would say to get a piece of ass.

"Frienemies with benefits?" She asked as his large calloused hands slid under her top to be skin on skin. She bit back a moan.

"Now you're talking." He muttered and leaned in ever so deliberately to kiss her.

His lips, fuck those lips. She let out a soft moan that went straight to his dick and he could feel the first signs of wetness leaking.

His lips moved down her neck.

"Fuck." She hissed.

"That is what I'm aiming for." He grunted rubbing himself hard and slow against her letting her know that he was so fucking ready for this but first he had to make sure. "If you want out just say the word."

"We are going to hate ourselves."

"I hate myself now so I think I should be punished severely. Bad Dean, bad, bad Dean." He moaned into her skin. He moved his hands up to where he could run his thumbs over her nipples slow but firm and she made new sounds that he just had to hear more of right the fuck now.

She wasn't fighting him off so the show should really be moving along now but kissing her was good, oh so fucking good.

The first drops of rain began to fall and Arandi could swear she heard them sizzle on their skin.

He pulled back. "Let's get in the garage." He headed to his motorcycle and she slipped into her race car. Her garage was open and she parked her car and Dean pulled the motorcycle in close behind and then slid the huge door shut.

He barely let her out of the car before he was on her lifting her shirt up and off, bra and all and sliding his tongue hotly over her already fully at attention nipples. He got impossibly harder and every sound he pulled from her gorgeous kiss swollen lips.

She put her hands in his hair arching toward him listening to his litany of dirty talk slipping from his tongue which only served to make her hotter and hotter.

"Gonna make you feel so good." He said moving up to her neck and finding the spot that made her moan so fucking needy. He latched on and she arched toward him.

He had no idea why he was playing with her like this, he wasn't much of a foreplay man when he needed it so badly.

Suddenly she was pushing him away and Dean whimpered which he would deny till he died. She couldn't be changing her mind now.

She grabbed his hand and yanked him along into a back room and he grinned like a loon. She was needing it to and thank whoever thought that a racing garage needed a cot.

She yanked his shirt over his head and then her hands moved to his jeans. He had slipped his belt off outside with the still connected buckles.

He leaned against the wall as she worked his jeans and boxers down his legs and he moaned like a fucking porn star when he felt her open mouth on his belly and her hand wrapped around his aching dick. She kissed up to his chest and teased a nipple until he couldn't take it anymore.

He shoved her onto the cot and yanked her jeans and panties off without even bothering to undo anything.

He reached for his own pants to retrieve a condom and she watched him and licked wet pouty lips as he ripped the package and quickly slipped the condom on.

He smiled at her seductively and he could swear that she was purring.

This was really happening. They both knew that all kinds of bad things could come from this but the heat of the moment just couldn't be denied.

He lay over her much the way that they had been in the ditch but now they were naked and he wasn't going to be suffering another second. He leaned in to kiss her.

Arandi was trying hard not show how terrified she was even though she wanted this. Her last sexual experience had left a lot to be desired and why she was choosing to be with a man that was only doing this out of lust just made her realize that she was attracted to the wrong kind of man and would probably always be.

That's why it would never be more than just this. She couldn't afford to make the same horrible mistake again. She had already lost three years of her life and another four trying to move on.

She gasped when she felt Dean begin to push in. She gripped his back tightly.

Dean lost his breath for a moment. She was so tight it took him a couple of tries to get the tip of his cock into her and she only seemed to tighten up more. Oh fucking mother of everything, he knew that he wasn't a small guy but this was like nearly virginal tightness.

The whimper escaped him and he really couldn't find the moment to care because it felt so fucking good as he slid in further and further.

So she didn't sleep around and fuck this was just moan inducing, heat seeking goodness. He could remember times that he had had to jerk himself off during sex because the women were so used they hardly got him where he needed to be.

Arandi arched up to meet him when he was finally in to the hilt. He hadn't even started moving yet and she was already spiraling into more fuck give me more.

She could feel him snug within her and it ached but it was the best ache of her entire life.

Sweat broke out on Dean's entire body as he began to move. He wasn't going to last long at all with the vice grip currently on him but fuck if after everything that he wasn't going to make sure that she was satisfied.

He usually did his best to leave women satisfied. It was a way for word to get around that he was a great lover and even more women threw themselves at him.

He remembered why he was here. Arandi had saved him from a woman trying to get herself pregnant so that she could live off his hard earned money.

So yeah he needed to satisfy her to the best of his abilities. The sounds she made sure didn't hurt either or the fact that she worked with him. He hated fucking women that just lay there.

Their mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss as Dean began to move harder and harder. Deep going for broke thrusts that had the poor cot whining in protest.

Time faded, hands roamed and the room filled with a mix of moans, grunts, and words slipping from unhinged tongues.

She began to say his name in a needy mantra and he ate it up, knowing that she was close. He twisted and grinded into her making her cry out again and again until somehow she tightened up even more around him and she was coming undone.

Dean stared at her face with a smug grin of satisfaction that he had done that to her and then the explosion of bliss hit him when she arched trying to keep her own pleasure going.

He had many lovers in his short life and he'd always thought that he'd gotten the best out of most of them.

Now as his world shifted and the rush of blood filled his ears he couldn't help but wonder if he had been cheated each and every time because this, this was fucking ecstasy times infinity and then some.

He hadn't clung so desperately to a lover since he lost his virginity at fourteen and at the time his first time in a girl had seemed like the most spectacular thing in the world.

He could hear himself babbling and Arandi's still sweet moans filtering in through the haze of the most amazing bliss of his sexual experience. His heart raced with it and what it could possibly mean.

A treble of fear flew through him and was gone just as fast. What if he never found that again?

He never remembered it taking so long to come down from euphoric pleasure and when he moved her name slipped from his lips like sexual honey as the pleasure spiked unbelievably again and he literally couldn't see as it pulsated through him from head to toe.

The 'oh god' that Arandi kept repeating was like fuel added to an already blazing fire.

She was trembling with pleasure. She knew that this was what sex was supposed to feel like and it stunned her that not once in her time of being 'in love' had she felt this completely fulfilled. She had never known such bliss and it scared her that she had just achieved it with a man that didn't even like her.

She had to believe that someday she would feel this again and her eyes rolled as Dean moved against her sending spikes of aftershocks through her. She wanted more, how did she ask for more?

She felt the prickle in her throat as if she was going to cry. A bitterness edged around her pleasure that she had been denied even this in her time in hell.

They lay there breathing hard and trying to memorize the way it had all been, it had to be attainable again.

Dean lifted his head to look at her, he had to make this less intimate somehow but the words died on his lips as he took in her blissed out face and the tear that slid from her eye.

He felt a sting somewhere in his chest. "Did I hurt you?"

"It wasn't you." She said in a whisper and wished that she hadn't said a word.

He looked at her confused telling himself to get up, get dressed, and get the fuck out of Dodge but instead he kissed her slow, hot, and fuck.

He pulled back and slowly pulled out of her. He didn't miss the wince and now he was sure that he had hurt her and she just didn't want to tell him. He stood slowly because the cot didn't have room for him to get on his back then he noticed the bruising on her body and he felt bad. Had he done that or was it from the fall?

His fingers tingled to reach out and touch but he stepped back and he realized with a frown that she had scars in places that didn't make sense somehow.

"I'm fine." She said sitting up. He had seen her scars and now she felt even more naked if that was possible. She wouldn't make excuses for the scars ever again but she wasn't going to tell the story of her life until she was telling it to the person who she loved and knew loved her back.

He didn't say anything. He wouldn't push it, scar stories were told to people you were close with and the pain that had slid through her eyes told volumes as it was. She had been hurt physically and emotionally and Dean knew how painful that was from his own experience. He couldn't talk about it yet so he didn't expect anyone else to spill to him.

He tossed the condom as she stood up.

"There is a bathroom over there." She said as she retrieved her clothes and headed to get her top.

Dean watched her as she walked away noting the other scars on her back and he wondered how anyone could hurt her like that. What could she have possibly done? And even then it just seemed too much.

His vision doubled and he tried to blink it away but everything just slid away until her gentle hands were on his face and he was looking into her eyes. He was still standing but leaning heavily back against the wall.

"Dean fuck, you need to be checked out." She said in frustration. He had scared the hell out of her when he fell back against the wall and didn't respond to her for a minute just stared at her and blinked with glassy green eyes.

"I…I just need to lie down." He said rather unconvincingly.

She wasn't going to argue with him, look where that had gotten her in the first place. "Alright but I'll drive you back to the hotel. It's still raining and you're not well and I don't want you ending up wrapped around a tree on my conscious."

He nodded and licked his lips. It was a fluke what had happened between them just moments ago was only because she was so tight and it would be never be that good again.

He would prove it. He had to prove it or it was going to turn his brain to mush.

The delicious grunt that pushed from her lips as he pushed her into the wall really didn't make him diamond pulverizing hard in milliseconds. Really it didn't.

TBC

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