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It took the lightest of knocks for the door to creep open. Even with wet scarlet cheeks, a snug white shirt and grey sweats, Dean couldn't help but adore her.
It had taken him till the late evening to clean himself up and look presentable, even if all he'd come up with were fitted jeans and a comfortably tight shirt. 'Oh well' he thought to himself, 'the occasion doesn't call to impress'.
"D-dean" Caroline murmured as she leant her head into the firmness of his chest. She obviously didn't expect him to show. Yet he had, and he could tell from her presumably happy sobs she was overjoyed to see him. That illusion lasted for a few minutes while her arms clung around his lower back, and in return, he embraced her properly, for Dean deep down had wanted this more than the realistic option. He knew he couldn't involve her in everything. Not with what had happened to Lisa, or any other partner. Hell, even Sam in a way. He got him involved, did he not, when he showed up…so many years ago. Dean was being selfish, but for just a moment of happiness, could he not allow himself to be like this? Just a night? Or another week perhaps? Could he stretch a month of it, maybe after the case? He knew it would end eventually, but he needed a break in a job which didn't allow any sort of respite.
His thoughts paused as a stinging sensation burst from his cheek, his head swinging to one side.
"JESUS Caroline" he grimaced, truly surprised by the force with which her palm had connected.
"Again Dean? Really? AGAIN? You screwed me over again, and I'm sick of you and every other guy I've ever been with doing this to me. Damn you Dean Winchester. Why did you have to be as bad as all the rest?"
"Caroline" Dean sighed, still holding a hand to his cheek "I can explain everything, I mean…I thought you might have figured-"
"-Figured what? That you really haven't changed from high school? Stupid, blonde Caroline Forbes, always missing the obvious! Is it is such a crime to wish I could just have a decent guy for one freaking moment of my life? You know, I've waited long enough"
"Let me speak, damn it. Listen up Blondie, and just take a minute to settle down. Why would I have come back if I didn't want you? Why would I put myself through any more misery if I could help it? Think about it. And I mean really think, not just a quick consideration"
And to Dean's astonishment, she actually paused to breathe.
"If that's so, how does the gallant Dean Winchester intend to make it up to his childhood sweetheart?" she almost tipped a smile as she finished, he thought.
"I had a few ideas" he said sincerely.
"Good ideas?" she questioned, a change in tone accompanying her words that he couldn't quite place.
"Okay ideas" he replied almost apprehensively.
"I have a really good one in mind"
Dean perked an eyebrow, more curious than anything else. The next thing he knew, he was pressed up against the wall to his back, the only sensation he cared for being the dainty fingertips tracing intricate patterns across the muscles of his chest. Instinctively, his arms locked around Caroline's back, reintroducing the familiar pressure of her chest flattening against his.
"Some things are done better when I really am angry with you Dean Winchester" and the tearing of his shirt (that he quite liked) only sought to emphasise she really wasn't in the mood to play games. Her full wet lips then danced up his chest, lingering on his pectorals before hopping up to his collarbone. There she hovered, her hands now shifting down to the belt of his jeans, and with a few seconds of fumbling and tugging that was cast aside too.
Dean wasn't innocent by any means. He encouraged the movement of his hands down her back, applying gentle pressure to force her lower half against the growing bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her sweats, and then wiggled his palms till they could gain a handful of her backside, which rewarded him with a playful bite to his shoulder.
He felt the denim around his lower half fall away, and the cold surface of the wall meet the back of his thighs, then her hands curling around the sideways length in his boxer shorts. She ran her dainty palms against his crotch, taking special care against his now obvious hard-on. With a quick motion of her hands, and a slight bend of her knees, they were down to his ankles, and she gasped, stepping back out of his arms, as he got his feet free.
"I never…the shower…it was dark. Jesus Christ Dean" He felt a shiver zip down his spine from the compliment, the tingle of arousal from the very tip of his length amplifying his elation. Without another word, Caroline pulled her top over her head. She definitely wasn't expecting company tonight, Dean thought, as her breasts sat freely on her chest. She quickly crossed an arm over herself, more teasing than protective, and he took the pause in her flurry of decisiveness to turn the tables.
Dean approached her with confidence, his hands closing around her breasts as he walked her backwards to the opposite wall of her hallway. Caroline gasped, perhaps at his forwardness, which only continued as he silently lowered his head to the crook of her neck and grazed his teeth across her perfectly smooth skin. He slid his hands down her body, and out to her hips, firmly pressing her back against the wall, to no apparent objections considering she supposedly hated him.
He could feel his arousal brushing, almost impatiently, against the soft material on her lower half. Digging his hands underneath the waistband, he slid them around to her hips, and lowered them down her thighs. In doing so, he planted a trail of kisses down her right breast, catching the pebble of her nipple between his teeth, and gifting her skin with a delicate kiss. His calloused palms contrasted the sleekness of her thighs, he noted, while moving them down to her knees, at which point Caroline took over removal with alternating movements of her feet, her hands being occupied in the short brown hair on Dean's head. While his hands shifted back to squeeze her hips, her fingers curled into his scalp at the sensation of his tongue on her nipple, the constant suckling and tugging between his blunt teeth – a pleasant change.
Not allowing herself to become lost in the moment, she pulled him forcibly upright again, signalling him to stand. Tilting her head to one side, she locked her gaze with his and rested her hands on his shoulders. "You do know I really hate you for disappearing Dean?"
Obviously, this took him by surprise, though more so the circumstances of the question than the content. The latter was logical, but why was she constantly making a point of it…when they were both in various states of undress. He felt himself beginning to develop a sense of rage, just a little to start, at the obscenity of it all. Would she make up her damn mind? One minute she wants him here, the next she's hitting him, the next she's undressing him and now she's on a new agenda. Stop and start and stop and start. He had half a mind to tell her this was why nothing ever worked for the girl. He thought it a miracle he was still chasing her down, especially considering his job. He surprised himself reflecting on that, and probably surprised her too when he decided enough was enough of her little indecisive game.
Her silence came with Dean's fall to one knee as he pushed her to the wall, her protest turning to an almost silent gasp as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh. Teasingly slowly he trailed his lips upwards to her apex and braced himself, moving her legs at her lower thigh over his shoulders. Then, burying his face against her, he rose to stand, lifting her up the wall with a swift, steady movement.
With this, he was overcome by a combined sense of lust and aggression, which only became encouraged when Caroline wrapped her legs tightly around the back of his head, holding him in place. There he felt the stubble of his chin brush against the inside of her thighs, and the powerful motion of his tongue brushing against her delicate bud, before he forced it lower to part her tight lips.
Every second that passed seemed to bring a greater response from Caroline. Her fingers curled into his hair, roughly clutching his scalp, before the intricate patterns his tip of his tongue painted on her skin caused her focus to waver, the overwhelming ecstasy screaming for more; more of his tongue, more of his hunger, more of his body. Caroline found herself craving the forbidden, sweet fruits of Dean Winchester. Yet Dean seemingly had no intention of pausing, the teasing flicker of his flesh on her body only sought to send another ripple through her core, and suddenly all she could think of was the sensation. Her wandering thoughts were snapped back, and her elated senses honed in on a symphony of sounds; her frantic panting that only seemed to escalate, the heavy drumming of the beating heart inside Dean's muscular chest, the repetitive lapping that came from between her thighs.
Her pleasurable trance was broken when she felt the absence of his tongue, and after a moment, looked down to notice his glistening lips, and eyes darkened with passionate intent. She dropped her legs from his shoulders, and between them, found herself lowered back down the wall. A delicate process causing an unnecessary pause for the both of them, she reflected, which soon concluded as Dean silently pressed her to the wall, and now almost level with one another, held both her wrists above her head. He took a step into her, his potent length slipping between her legs and resting against her sex. She could feel it pulse, its excitement and desire overflowing every time she shifted, rubbing it against her entrance. But Dean took no notice of her subtle invitation, and quickly she became frustrated. For a simple human, he possessed incredible strength, holding her arms firmly in place. With every twitch of her thighs, trying to entice him, she grew increasingly impatient.
"Dean" she whined, only to be silenced by his trailing lips burrowing into her neck, the tongue wet with her essence painting her skin. He pressed himself against her and now his length parted her lips. She could feel every hard inch, warm and ready for her slick folds. She wanted it all, but she couldn't for the life of her obtain it.
In a moment of frustration, Caroline forced her hands free and shoved him back, just enough for her to slip away to the stairway, before turning her head over her shoulder, and beckoning him with a playful slap to her backside.
"If you want to play tease Dean Winchester, then by all means, come and get me" and with that, she disappeared up the staircase, leaving an incredibly ravenous Dean in pursuit. He chased her, but by the time he reached the landing, any trace of her was gone.
"Damn she moves quick" and he couldn't help but laugh to himself thinking about all that entailed. He was graced with a subtle clue as to her location when she released an impatient giggle from behind a familiar bedroom door.
"Don't let me get too carried away" were the words that met him as he opened the door to an even more inviting sight. He turned to shut the door behind him, but was surprised as he turned back to face the bed that Caroline now stood in front of him, and hurriedly dragged him across the room, before tossing him with surprising force towards the sheets.
"You really thought you'd get it off so lightly, with just a ripped up shirt and a slap to that gorgeous face? Nonono" she chimed, walking towards the bed, and climbing over the edge. Dean was roughly in the centre of the mattress, and Caroline crawled over to him, straddling her legs across his calves, and leaning forwards to press her nose to the front side of his right thigh. Dean felt the heavy weight sink in his gut when he realised what he was about to be served. Revenge.
Her succulent, plump lips dotted kisses along his thigh as her soft fingers curled around his length and her thumb began to teasingly rub against his tip. He felt himself progressively tense, from his toes all the way through to his crotch, as her infuriatingly slow strokes began, and her lips drew closer to his shaft. Yet still she resisted. He felt himself pulse in her hand, the strain of his arousal becoming unbearable as her hand began working his shaft, slow drawn out stroke after slow drawn out stroke, the occasional kiss to his inner thigh in between.
"Caroline!-" was all he could manage before he felt the slick warmth of her tongue wrapping around his head, and within seconds the cavern of her mouth had taken him whole. It seemed she was just as bad as him when it came to self-control. Instinctively, he raised his hands to sweep stray blonde cables off her face, guiding both palms around the circumference of her head, before running his fingers into her hair and gently applying pressure to encourage her intake of his hardness. Dean felt every thick inch disappear into her mouth, washed over by her enthusiastic tongue, and eventually, her soft nose touching against his crotch. He felt her throat relax as she began a soft hum, causing him to sit his head up and groan heartily before collapsing back onto the bed and letting his hands fall away to the sheets, where he quickly crumpled her crisp linen sheets into his fists.
Minutes passed where Dean revisited what could have been taken as Heaven. The slow bobbing of blonde hair between his thighs, every motion of her tongue sending ripples down his shaft and occasionally, her knowing tricks causing his legs to tense either side of her. She teased him with her velvet fingertips, running the dainty pads along his thighs, and around his crotch, and onto his stomach. She treated him to a gentle teasing stroke with them finally as her head rose off his length, tongue lapping at his tip, while he groaned with the utmost impatience. All she did was laugh at him, a cute laugh almost. In fact, Dean would have taken it as just that if she didn't proceed to straddle across his thighs and guide her hand between their bodies, only to begin brushing his glistening tip between her lower lips. He raised his brows in protest, and then attempted to move his hands onto her hips and lower her forcibly, but was instantly rebuffed by her spare hand.
"No Dean. Have some patience" and when patience was in such short supply, she truly was testing him. She expended the precious resource further by sitting forward abruptly, both hands initially pressing on his chest with surprising force, and he tensed in response to be rewarded with a smirk. She trailed her hand behind her form, and back to between his legs, once again taking hold of his erection and gently stroking it.
"You know I don't have any…" but to that, all she replied with a dismissive shake of her head. Again he felt her bodyweight shift, and the rise of her hips on top of his crotch where she fed his length between her thighs, every slick inch summoning a louder moan as she lowered herself, and suddenly her expression was that of astonishment and bliss as he filled her, easing himself between tight walls. Without wasting a second, she leaned forward, and with her hands fixed on his broad chest, began a quick rise and fall, her legs digging into his sides as she began to slap her backside down onto his thighs. He ran his hands up her arms, and inwards, closing his palms around her breasts as she bounced on top of him, his length seeming to slip out of her for half a second before disappearing again.
Caroline pressed herself down against Dean, tightening herself around his impressive shaft deliberately, just to summon his helpless expression of mind-blowing pleasure for the hundredth time already. She felt almost addicted to driving him insane, to having his hands on her body, to the feeling of him so deep inside her…but she couldn't help it. No other guy, not Damon, not Tyler had been so excited by her, and neither of them so rewarding where it mattered. Sure Damon had some charm, and Tyler had an incredible body and energy…but Dean was a simple human, and she could feel something different. She rode with aggression that would seem passive to the aforementioned names, but the man beneath her had never felt anything like it. Every blossoming expression of delight with every cycle of her hips reaffirmed that. She arched her back as she felt him pulse inside her, rolling her hips against his, unable to hold in an especially loud cry.
"Fuck Dean" she whimpered unintentionally, following it with a string of incoherent words, her face creasing into that of an impending orgasm. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd lowered her form against his, pressing her chest firmly against his torso and forcing his hands to adjust to her sides. Her mouth captured his, tongue entwining around his as she began a slower motion with her body. She encouraged his tough, calloused hands stroking along her lower back and curling into the cheeks of her backside, a low groan escaping their kiss as her body was handled to accommodate his lust. She felt every inch of him tremor, and then his warm release and a shared silence, if only for a few seconds as Dean's face morphed into a display of overwhelming elation, before the moment came crashing down with a cacophony of heavy panting, groans and the slowing clap of their bodies to one another.
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