I hate to admit it, but Dean was right. The Jacuzzi soak was just what the doctor ordered. The jets beat the ache in my muscles into submission. I dozed off for a bit, purring from the relaxing heat. For once, nothing bothered me. I looked forward to whatever was going to happen next with expectation as opposed to apprehension and fear. I'd left my weapons in the great room, confident that nothing would get to me with Sam and Dean on the other side of the wall. It was funny, feeling safe for the first time in so long now, when I could be up against any sort of boogie man tomorrow.
"Are you going to say it now, or should I wait?"
My eyes snapped open and I splashed half off the water out of the tub as my arms flapped up to protect my modesty. "Jesus, Dean! What the hell are you doing in here?" I was panting a bit, wincing as my ribs ached.
"Just figured I give you the chance to tell me I was right. About the Jacuzzi." Dean was leaning against the door frame, wearing that damned smirk of his.
"I'd have made it in here on my own, eventually." My breathing had regulated itself, but I found that my heart was still pounding excitedly from being so close to Dean. His smirk deepened into a smile. I sank back into the tub, avoiding looking at Dean as he watched me. "Okay, fine, Dean. Thanks for making me take a bath. There. Now that's done, is there something else I can help you with?"
Dean stepped away from the door frame. "Nah. But I'd be happy to help you. Why don't I wash your back?"
I gasped, my eyes widening. Dean burst out laughing. "God, you are such a prude." He shook his head as I glared at him. I was kicking myself. Here I was, alone with Dean, naked, and not doing my damndest to get him an equal level of nakedness. Kirsti would have been so disappointed in me.
"Prude?" I met Dean's gaze. I'd show him friggen' prude. It was tough to ignore the pain in my side and my hip as I slowly stood, praying I didn't slip, keeping my eyes on Dean's. I wanted to see his reaction as I rose naked from the tub, dripping with soapy bath water. I could see his throat move as he swallowed. I grinned, stepping out of the tub. I tried to do my best sex kitten walk, licking my lips. The way he looked at me as I stood there, bare and a little vulnerable, made me want to beg him to take me. Like, yesterday.
I intended to grab a towel off of the rack behind Dean. I stood on my tip toes, pressed flush against a very surprised, and from what I could feel, every pleased Dean. My hands slid up Dean's chest and over his shoulders, and I wrapped an arm around his neck. Dean growled. His arms snapped closed like a steal trap. So much for a towel tease. Dean chuckled as my eyes widened. When he dipped his head, instinct took over, and I pushed him back towards the wall. Well, he let me, anyways. I squealed a bit as he swung me around, the cold tile wall sending a shock through me as he hefted me up.
Yup. Definitely failed at my "Let's Tease Dean" plan.
I whimpered as my weight settled against his hips, my legs wrapping around him. I felt heat building in me as he moved. My ribs ached, my hip throbbed, and the rest of me didn't give a shit. I didn't ask Dean to go easy, because I didn't want him to. From the way his hands tangled in my hair, holding my mouth to his, I wasn't sure he even could.
We devoured each other. I moved against him faster as the friction of his jeans drove me wild. I was desperate, clawing at his clothes. I made a triumphant sound when I finally ripped the front of his shirt, and I felt the hard lines of his chest hot against my soft curves.
As Dean's arms slipped under my hips, I closed my eyes. I heard a rustling noise, and I panted, my back arched to increase the pressure building in me. I felt myself being lifted again, and my eyes met Dean's. I was mesmerized by the heat of his gaze.
Dean paused for a moment, and my eyes moved to his lips. They could have been better utilized if they were on me, anywhere. His fingers tipped up my chin. He forced my gaze to stay on his as he slowly lowered me, wrapping my legs around him. He held me there, so close to what he had that I needed.
"Tell me, baby…."
I whimpered.
"Tell me what you want." His eyes held mine. I knew exactly what I wanted, but I wasn't really able to spit it out.
'Dean, will you pretty please fuck me silly,' or 'Screw my brains out, now,' were not phrases that I kept in my handy dandy verbal tool box.
Dean's hands worked against my breasts, teasing and tweaking my nipples. I arched my back again, trying to say the words with my body. I reached for Dean, and he smirked, tsking at me. "Nuh-uh, baby. Tell me what you want."
I groaned. The rat bastard was going to hold my orgasm hostage. "Dean…" The asshole wanted me to beg.
"Yeah?" He shifted his weight. I could feel him poised and ready between my legs.
"You, Dean. Damnit. I want you." I closed my eyes, and Dean pulled me close. My back wasn't to the wall anymore.
"Look at me." I responded to his command instantly. I hoped Dean never learned how much control he had over my body. He set me on the edge of the counter. Before I had time to beg again, he had my legs open, grasping my knees for leverage as he slammed into me. My whole body shuddered, and I came around Dean instantly, panting as he thrust harder, holding me in place with a hand on the small of my back. As I climbed towards another release, I realized I'd wasted so much time. It occurred to me how much of, well, this, I could have been enjoying.
With each thrust, his hand in my hair pulled me down onto him harder. I held eye contact as long as I could, but Dean shifted, and his thrusts started to connect against my sweet spot. My head fell back, leaning against the mirror as another wave hit me. I couldn't support my own weight. Dean leaned with a palm on the mirror, looking down at where we were connected as he groaned, another of my orgasms clutching him as he came.
Dean pulled me close, our bodies slick with sweat. He remained inside of me as he held me to him, kissing my neck and shoulders softly.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"I'm not a prude."
Dean's laugh moved through my whole body. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me softly. "I guess not." He was still smiling as he pulled away, wrapping me in a big fluffy towel. I looked questioningly at Dean. Just because I was sure of how I felt, didn't mean I wasn't nervous as hell about him. "We've got research to do." Dean kissed my neck, smiling as he buckled his jeans. I felt the warmth of reassurance blossom within me.
A/N- Gratuitous. I want to assure you all that I meant this chapter to further the story, but when I started writing, the above occured. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, despite the fact that the plot didn't advance at all. The plot probably won't advance too much for the next couple of chapters, hint hint, nudge nudge, if you all catch my meaning ;)
