RATED R or M for sex. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ!
Dean could barely stand being that close to her in the car, and not touching her, exploring her, kissing her, but some how, he managed to keep his hands off of her. He was barely able to catch up to her and pull her into his arms, their lips touching before she pulled away. Dean barely noticed the taste of blood in his mouth as he followed her.
"Shower." She growled, moving quickly past him as she peeled off her coat. He had no clue how she was able to think about more than... well sex. He stared at her, and she hissed before walking up to him and kissing him hard, as she some how got his coat off. "Now." She hissed as she walked back, pulling his shirt up as she did so. He couldn't keep his hands off of her, and he didn't care that her hair was covered in blood.
She led him into the bathroom, lip locked, and some how managed to get the shower going. She was quick to help him get his shirt off, and kissed the red covered skin, as Dean pulled her own off, then her bra. His hands cupped her breasts, and squeezed. She continued to undress him, and him her. Then she yanked him into the crappy shower, the warmth washing over them as he pushed her against the wall. She moaned as his lips touched her neck. Her long hair was soaked as Dean and Elizabeth came together in the warm water, as the blood raced down their bodies. By the time of her first scream the shower floor was watered down red. Dean clutched at her when she started to relax, and before they knew it, they were rising again.
They stayed in the shower until they both were clean, the water was clear, and some how Elizabeth had gotten them both clean, everywhere. She was the first to step out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and tossing it to Dean, before walking into the main room. She was halfway to the bed when Dean's arms wrapped aroud her, holding her against him. His lips touched her neck. "Dean." She murmured, and he turned her around to kiss her lips. He forced her to fall on the bed, following her.
"Dean." She murmured as she nuzzled against his neck, as he kissed her shoulder. He didn't care that some part of him felt like a rabbit in heat, it was just... he needed to have Elizabeth. It was more than the blood. She dragged her hand through his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp.
"Elizabeth." He murmured into her damp hair as they rose. Her scream was muffled by his lips crushing against hers.
Dean wasn't sure how many times they made love, if you could call it times. He took Elizabeth many times. More than he could count. Somewhere just before the sun rose they both fell asleep, fingers tangled as much as the rest of them, with Dean's face was in her hair as they slept, the morning sun filtering through the drapes, onto the sleeping pair.