La Douleur Exquise
The heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.
A/N - Any feedback would be much appreciated!
Chapter seven
"It's just a hunt, Ada," Dean reassured me, looking up from the lore book he was pretending to read. I'm pretty sure he had a Busty Asian Beauty's skin mag hidden in there.
"Yeah, the fourth hunt he's been on with her in the last two weeks."
I hated being benched, it made me feel more useless than I already was. I'd much rather be killing things, taking out my frustration on a demon sounded great to me right now. Looking down at my hands I didn't realise I'd been picking at my cuticles and nails, small spots of blood smearing over my fingers as I wiped them on my shirt. "Dean, the way he comes back after being with her...he's the happiest I've seen him in a long time. You can't say you haven't noticed it too."
He pulled me towards him, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. "I know. But sweetheart, you haven't told him how you feel. What are you expecting him to do?"
I shrugged, my eyes filling with tears. "I don't know. Declare his undying love for me?" Pulling away, I stood up. As much as I loved his hugs, I needed to sort through my thoughts. I loved Sam, I did, but being this close to Dean, my body was reacting to him in a whole different way, in a way I'd never expected. This is how I had expected to react around Sam and it was confusing the hell outta me. Falling in love wasn't intended to be so painful. "You and I both know that will never happen. It's not that I don't want to tell him, I do. I want nothing more than to feel his arms wrapped around me, telling me he loves me. He's falling in love with her, so I can't tell him. Because I will lose a friend, I just can't take the rejection."
I walked through the library and stopped at the door. "I just...I don't know. I need to get it into my head that he will never see me as anything other than a friend."
"Ada,"
I turned slowly, gasping when I saw Sam in the doorway of my room wearing nothing but a pair of jeans hung low on his hips. He moved towards me slowly, like a lion stalking it's prey, and I couldn't help but back up the closer he got, staring at his body, my eyes taking in his rippling muscles, the way they moved as he stalked towards me and I swear I dribbled when my eyes landed on his happy trial, leading me down to his 'V'.
Good god, this man is sinful.
I let out a little squeak when my back hit a wall, Sam right in front of me. His stare was intense as he pressed himself into me, my heart pounding and my breath shallow as I looked back at him. Arousal pooled to my core with every second of silence, the intensity of his stare making my entire body tingle.
"I know you want me," he murmured against my lips, "I want you too."
My eyes widened and my lips parted. "You do?"
The corner of his mouth lifted into a half smile. "Let me show you how much."
Before I could say anything else, he pressed his lips against mine, softly at first then more needy, urgent even, his hands rising to cup my face. He ground his erection into me and I moaned loudly into his mouth, my head dropping back slightly as he pulled away. I opened my eyes slowly, only to see Dean standing in front of me, his hands cupping my face and his body pressed against mine, his erection grinding into me.
"Dean?" I said, my brows rising in surprise and confusion.
"Sweetheart," he bent down to kiss me, his lips softly pressing against my lips...
I shot upright in bed, my heart pounding and a throbbing ache between my thighs. "What the fuck..." I breathed, throwing the covers off my sweaty body and propping myself up on my elbows. What the hell was Dean doing in my dream? I mean, the way we were at the moment, the near kiss we had when he helped me undress and the way my body had responded to his touch...the electricity between us lately; I couldn't deny I had feelings for my best friend. But it was the same type of feelings everyone had for their best friends, right? Having a sex dream about him was just natural considering how close we are.
I lay back down, all too aware of the ache pulsating between my thighs and I let my legs drop open, closing my eyes as I let my hands slowly slide down over my body, Moaning quietly, I squeezed my breasts pinching my nipples between my fingers and pulling on them gently; imagining they were Sam's long, dextrous fingers instead of my own. I grazed over my curves leaving goosebumps on my way down to my throbbing wet pussy, my fingers pushing past my panties to rub my swollen clit.
My breath caught in my throat and my back arched as I rubbed my clit in small circles, dipping my fingers into my soaked pussy before sliding through my folds back to my clit. I reached up and grabbed my headboard as I started to rub a little quicker, images of Sam teasing me running through my mind as my orgasm built. I ground down on my fingers, arching my back and moaning softly and biting my bottom lip as I tried to keep quiet.
The images of Sam kept morphing into Dean and I shook my head, huffing in annoyance as I kept circling my clit, chasing my orgasm. It was building...Sam was hovering over me, sliding his hard dick inside my wet pussy...and building...my eyes rolled to the back of my head as his cock dragged over every sensitive spot...nearly there, oh my god, yes...looking up into a pair of brilliant green eyes, "Ada..."
My orgasm hit me hard, "Dean..." I moaned, my back arching off the bed and my toes curling, my body trembling as white hot pleasure flowed through me.
I stared at the ceiling, a thing sheen of sweat covering my body, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I tried to comprehend just what had happened, but my mind was literally like a pair of tangled headphones and I was just too tired and reluctant to attempt to untangle the mess.
Tomorrow, I thought to myself yawning, snuggling down into my blanket. I'd think about it tomorrow.
