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Taylor had filled the bucket with ice-cold water, nothing better than a spark in heat to set off the person she was trying to get back at. Dean. The very hunter's name made her blood boil and her stomach lurch. Something about this though seemed familiar as she was climbing the stairs but she wasn't caring or trying to think about it, right now her mind was on serving Dean a dose of medicine that he'd definitely have a bad reaction to. Silently opening the door to the bathroom she entered with the stealth of a ninja, taking cautious steps to her target behind the curtain of the shower.
Standing on the toilet took precision and careful planning to not make the lid slide and sound porcelain clings to alarm the oblivious hunter. Praying…counting…and then she tossed the bucket, allowing the water to flow over the shower rod and onto Dean. Hearing the yell she laughed and quickly climbed off the toilet not before flushing it first, bucket falling from her hands and her hands gripping the counter as she laughed. Soon Dean's head poked out, grabbing a towel he wrapped it around his lower half. That was when Taylor screamed.
Shampoo met her and she lifted her arms to shield her face as she scrambled to grab the toothpaste, finding it, uncapping it and finally she was squirting it on Dean in turn. He wanted a war then he got one. Screaming when more got on her she stepped to the side and slipped falling into the curtain and taking it down with her into the tub. The water sprayed down on her making her gasp and her breathing rapid as she attempted at removing her body from the space she was in. Finally getting out she grabbed his belt and held it, ready to whip.
"Sam! Sam!"
"Sam!"
"Hey, no copying!"
Taylor went to whip out at him and he grabbed it, pulling on it and twirling her into him, back to front and he wrapped his arms around so then she couldn't get away. "Dean! Knock it off!" she yelled, squirming at the ceiling of wet on wet and then she stopped squirming entirely when she felt the towel drop. "Oh god."
"See what you did? You not only made the towel come loose, but you also ruined a perfectly good bathroom. What would your mother say to you now huh?" Dean asked with a smirk, knowing perfectly well she was freaking out inside, hell he was freaking out because he was butt naked with her pressed to him.
'At least she stopped squirming, otherwise it would be a lot worse.'
Déjà fucking Vu. Taylor knew now that this was too creepy familiar, as if she had already been through this but it was turning out a little different however would it end the same way? How did it end the first time? She tried to remember and she immediately widened her eyes as she wriggled again. No. She wasn't going to allow this to happen, not at all because it was way to gross and way to weird. Taylor and Dean? Like that! No! No fucking way, there was no absolute way. Dean turned her around to face him and she gulped. "Stop moving."
"No."
"Taylor you don't realize what your moving is doing."
Her eyes drifted down as she figured it out and then stopped where their chests met, both wet with water, one naked and the other clothed…She stopped moving. Eyes coming back up to meet his green orbs she stared into them with worry. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Yeah, well, you did and what do you mean you didn't mean to? You started it, what with the bucket of water poured on me. It's payback time," Dean said.
"Wait! But—"
Dean lifting her up cut her off, legs wrapping around him so then she could definitely feel him against her jeans making her shudder even as he turned and rested her on the counter top, her ass on the edge of falling in the sink. It was all coming to the conclusion, the matter of lips to lips and Taylor was honestly turned on but she didn't expect him to do the opposite of what she expected. Instead the hunter bent down and grabbed his towel and wrapped it back around his lower half. He stared at her as he stood there covered once more and grinned at her confusion and look of being dazed.
"What? Did you expect something out of that move?" he questioned.
'Um, fuck yes I did.'
"You weren't supposed to do that!" Taylor exclaimed, hoping down from her spot and stalking up to him, reaching behind and grabbing the nape of his neck she brought his head down to hers as she kissed him. Closed eyes and a slight moan left her as she brought her body up more and closer, her other hand going to his chest and feeling down and up till she rested it on his shoulder. Pulling back, her eyes fluttered open and she sighed. "You were supposed to do that."
There was no way he was letting her get away with separating as he had listened to her words but he had also listened to the fine tuned call of her body and actions. Dean's hands went to her hips and he crashed his lips to hers again, this time putting the heat into it that he was feeling and he swallowed what was being reflected back through the kiss. Together they backed out of the bathroom, though objects, the wall and the door getting in their way to the hallway before Dean just pressed her against the wall by the stairs. Groaning his hands snaked under he shirt and massaged her hips and then went further up to her bra, unclasping it he grinned.
Breathing heavily, Taylor moaned into his mouth and then out loud when he moved it to her neck, licking, kissing and biting and she arched into him, her legs separating so one could wrap around his hip. Closer contact. "Mm…fuck."
The lifting of her shirt made her raise her arms and her bra followed, her breasts pressing flush against Dean's muscled chest and she smiled, connecting their mouths once more. Whatever happened to the towel he was wearing was gone on the hallway floor the moment her leg came down and soon they were back to moving, moving to a room with a bed so then they could continue more of this. It didn't matter what room, but it was obvious it turned out to be Taylor's, her knees hitting the bed and she fell backwards onto her back.
Dean remained standing and loved how she was examining him from where she lay. He wasn't going to give her permission to touch just yet or watch for long as he went to work on removing her jeans and panties. Once they were gone he draped over her, his head at her breasts, tongue snaking out to lap at the delectable caramel bud and wrapping hi lips around it to suck and roll his taste buds over. The palm of his right hand on the other mound to not leave it unattended while his left held him up. Taylor on the other hand was in pure bliss; his mouth and his hands were driving her near insane. She remembered that she didn't want this to happen and that she was trying to prevent it but somehow she still managed to get herself into the mess that was now…
"Dean," she moaned, her eyes staring down at him as her hands fisted into the sheets beneath her.
There was no stopping to her torment as he switched and paid special attention to the other side but it didn't last as long as he was soon kissing down her stomach and venturing to the space between her legs. The moment she felt his mouth, goose bumps decorated her skin, rippling down and it didn't stop there when his fingers toyed the outer and inner petals of her sex before he found the magic pearl and leaned in. Moisture met her and she bit her bottom lip. His tongue expertly slid up and down her slit, playing with her, toying with her as he took in her flavor, loving the hint of spice that he captured every run through.
It didn't take too long for her to break and even then he continued but he soon crawled up and kissed her, tasting the inner recesses of her own mouth as she took in his and that of her own. One hand held him in a push up while the other directed himself to her entrance, feeling her legs spread wide to make it easier and more comfortable before he breached the first warm, slick walls and pushed inside slow to ease her into it as she clenched. Getting as much as he could inside her he then began to move his hips, thrusting in and out as they kissed, separating to breathe and to concentrate on the act itself. Her moans filled the bedroom and his groans of pleasure mixed with them. Sweat decorated their frames due to their bodies working together, never one taking the full control, an exercise in a new form that created the friction and amazing tendrils of pressure when filled and encased.
Flipping them over as he hugged her to him, Taylor was now on top and rolled her hips, moving up and down with his hands to keep a good rhythm, speed it up, medium level or slow it down. She was close and he could sense it as he watched her head slightly up, eyes closed and mouth open. One more thrust up and Taylor moaned loud and long as her body clenched, shuddered and tightened. Dean rode her through it, following soon after with his own orgasm before pulling out and letting her roll off to his side. So much activity and Taylor laughed slightly as she rested her head on Dean's chest, her leg resting on top of his and she closed her eyes to fall into the sleep that was pulling her under.
888
Dinner had taken forever and the date he had intended on having was ruined. Sam and Alexz were crammed into Carren's car along with Dylan. If anything they all felt like kids riding with Cruella de Vil and instead of a Dalmatian coat she was going to make a human one. When they arrived back at the house they were happy to no longer be in such close quarters with her, sure they were switching one for the other but at least they wouldn't be in a moving building when they wanted to run. Entering they found the place actually clean, no destruction.
"So it looks like the house is still standing on the first floor," Alexz said as she removed her coat and hung it up.
Walking towards the stairs with Sam on her tail they ascended the flight before stopping. There was a towel, a shirt and a bra on the floor right at their feet. Another thing was the bathroom was wide open and inside it was a damn mess. The question that ran through both of their minds were, what the hell happened? They left them alone for a couple hours and this is what they came home to? Another question was where were they now? Were they in the same bed together? Of course they were, it didn't take a scientist to know that the clothes meant they had left the bathroom to go have sex.
"Looks like there won't be anymore fighting now that all that sexual tension is out of their system," she commented, taking up the items and going to Taylor's room, opening the door and quickly throwing them to the side of the room before shutting the door. "And they aren't in your room that you two are sharing."
Sam's brows rose and then he screwed up his face, he didn't want to be thinking about his brother having sex and what he left behind in order to get it accomplished. Moving down the hall to his room he stopped and turned to look at Alexz whose room was just across from his. "Well, tonight could have been worse," he shrugged with a nervous laugh and smile.
Alexz shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me goodnight?"
Flustered he wasn't sure if she even wanted to and stepped forwards a bit, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek. Stepping back and entering his room he left a disappointed yet blushing Alexz.
A/N: I know it has been a long time since I have updated, I have been on hiatus and only been writing for one story that I am collaborating on with a friend. It's an RPG one off of the site I am running and I've had those characters with me a lot more than I have had with others in other stories. But I decided I might as well get to writing up this one since it is converting the original into a better version AND adding more into it than I have. I have definitely branched out on my writing as you can already tell and I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, I will definitely try and get the next chapter out soon. Thanks and please review.
