Disclaimer: Don't own the Winchesters or the show, just Steph.
A/N: Okay, doc manager just didn't wanna be my bitch last night so I couldn't post. Sorry. But, hopefully this chappie will make up for it.
SciFiRN; Love you, for multiple reasons...if it weren't for you I wouldn't be passing english right now. lol. So thats a new reason to love you.
Here we go...
Dean stepped into the small room, steam from the tub making it almost uncomfortably warm. The curtain was pulled closed.
"Steph?" Dean's voice was quiet.
When she didn't answer, he gently pulled the curtain open. Dean took in Stephanie. Her eyes were closed as she trailed her fingers over her perky pink nipples. He bit his lip when she whimpered.
He felt heat stir low in his belly as her hands trailed lower. His breath caught and he leaned against the wall, watching her fingers slide down her smooth stomach, over her hip and between her legs.
He groaned softly when she shifted to separate her knees, giving herself more room. When her fingers traced circles around her clit he found his hand tracing over his heavy erection.
He palmed himself through the heavy denim of his jeans as he watched. Fingers on her clit and her other hand pulling at her nipples. He watched her arch up into her hand and he bit back a desperate groan.
He was torn between watching, walking away and reaching down to pull her from the tub. His mind struggled to do the right thing, to turn away and go back to the room. To jack off to pay-per-view porn and leave the troublesome girl alone to her pleasure.
His hand paused and he drew in a deep breath intent on doing just that, but then, as he watched, breathless and weak-kneed she slid one finger inside herself.
He heard her gasp as she moved the finger in and out, her other hand dropping to massage her clit.
He watched as she lifted her hips, her head fell back and a breathy gasp filled the silence of the room, "Dean..."
His resolve crumbled and he undid the button of his jeans, sliding his hand inside.
A long, satisfied sigh drew from Stephanie's throat as she remembered the things that Dean's hands had done to her the day before: the feel of his touch, the power he had over her and the way her entire body thrummed with electricity for hours after.
She bit her lip and groaned at the thought of his hands on her body; his instead of hers. She imagined they were Dean's fingers sliding in and out, gliding over her clit. It was his hands making her pant and shiver.
Stephanie clenched around her finger as she heard his voice in her head, over the music in her ears and it pushed her further. So beautiful, baby. She arched against her hand, hips slipping above the water, her eyes still closed against the sensation...the memory.
She groaned and whimpered. God...so damn tight, baby. Her body bowed.
Dean watched and his hand moved lightly over his heated cock as her body bowed out of the water. His eyes fell upon miles of smooth flesh. Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of him.
He gripped himself and stroked firmly up and down. When Stephanie slipped her finger out and added another, his eyes fell half-closed and his head thumped against the wall in defeat. He heard her whimper as she slowly slid the fingers further inside.
Dean watched as Stephanie fucked up against her hand, two fingers of one hand slipsliding in and out while the fingers of her opposite hand moved frantically over her clit. He couldn't help himself and he found his hand matching the rhythm of those fingers, up and down.
His head against the wall, his pants pushed down to just below his hips, he jacked himself off. Watching the girl writhe and moan. He almost exploded when she lifted a leg on the side of the tub and shifted her angle to thrust deeper inside herself.
Her head was thrown back in abandon and Dean couldn't help but think of how damned sexy she looked. He shivered and bit his lip when she ground out. "God...yes...please....Dean." Her throaty voice driving him to the edge.
Dean stroked himself faster, feeling his orgasm burning low in his belly. He grabbed the hand towel off the sink when he felt his muscles pull taught. He increased the pace of his hand and ran his thumb over the sensitive head just as he threw his head back, roaring low in his throat and came into the towel.
Dean tossed the towel behind the toilet before readjusting his pants. His eyes still on Stephanie as she pushed herself closer.
Stephanie fucked up against her fingers faster and harder as she arched her body upward. A slow, steady keening sound poured from her lips. Faster and faster, so close now, harder and deeper, almost there. Memories of Dean's voice filtered through her lust addled brain, pushing her closer, sending her to the edge. Let go, Steph...You're safe...I've got you.
That was all it took to break her. She threw her head back and hoped she didn't scream when that one word came from her lips with a groan, "Dean."
She panted and tried to catch her breath as the little aftershocks pulsed through her. Her body was heavy as it sank back into the water.
She missed the electric thrum that she had before, the one she'd only felt with Dean, but as usual, the orgasm relaxed her. She stretched with a sigh, swallowed and then licked her dry lips as she opened her eyes.
Dean was standing before her, leaning against the wall by the tub with his cocky grace. His arms crossed over his chest and a sinful smile on his face. Stephanie gasped, pulling her earbuds from her ears as she sat up in the tub. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped one arm around her legs, so not to pull at her stitches.
"What the hell?" She looked up at him shyly knowing that he'd seen and heard everything. She sighed as she rested her chin on her knees. With a sheepish look she added, "So what is spying on girls in the tub a new hobby of yours or something?"
With a smile Dean took the few steps needed to reach the side of the tub. He crouched down and tilted Stephanie's chin up with his index finger. "You're so cute when you're shy."
He leaned forward gently touching his lips to hers, sliding his hand from her chin to the back of her neck. He heard her whimper as she wrapped her wet arms around him. His tongue teased inside, ghosting over hers briefly before pulling back.
Making sure he leaned close enough to her ear that she could feel his breath. He spoke softly, feeling her shiver. "By the way, thanks for the show. I really enjoyed it."
Dean stood, grinning at the shocked look on Stephanie's face as he left the bathroom.
Stephanie sat in the tub, mouth open and head turned toward the still open door. She mumbled under her breath, "Can't even fuckin' close the door...gonna get sick from the damn draft."
She was stunned, embarrassed and even a little pissed. He tells her they can't get together, but then he stands here and he watches her do...get herself...shit.
She growled under her breath. "Real funny..." Her voice rose as she glared out the open door. "You, 'I'm playing hard to get' jackass!"
She rolled her eyes when she heard Dean's wild laughter from the other room. She had no idea what the hell he was laughing about. She sighed when her curiosity got the better of her. Pulling a towel from the rack beside her, she wrapped it around herself and marched out after Dean.
A/N: So, what'd y'all think? Won't know if you don't tell me you know. *grins devilishly*
