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.87.
Mae comes to slowly, the process feeling like emerging from the vast darkness of an underground cave. When she opens her eyes she sees blurry light and just enough of her surroundings to realize she's not in her room. The pain around her shoulder warns her not to move.
"Where…" She croaks hoarsely.
"Mae!' Sam looks up in surprise before he rushes over to her side. "How're you feeling baby?"
Memories begin flood in as she recalls why she would be lying like this in the game room and why her shoulder felt like it was on fire and skinned. "Like I got hit by a very large truck." She croaks but manages to smile weakly at him; happy to find he was still here.
Sam nods, brows knitted in concern. "Want anything?"
"Thirsty." She says softly, trying different levels to lessen the horrible noise she was making.
"Be right back." He sooths before rushing to grab the tea Lilly had brewed earlier in case she woke up. He grabs a glass and fills it before returning to Mae's side.
"Here, need any help?" He asks after helping her to sit up, carefully avoiding her back.
Mae takes the glass with her left hand, pausing before she drinks it. "Did Lilly make this?" She sniffs at it, inspecting the contents suspiciously.
"Why?" He half snorts, amused by her actions.
With an eye roll she explains, "Lilly really likes for me to just sleep through everything that's less than good."
"Does she drug you often?" Sam asks his face shifting to one of concern.
"At least once a month." Mae whispers, her head beginning to throb.
"What?" He responds shocked. "She drugs you once a month?"
"She doesn't like seeing me in pain, or overly emotional, or surrounded by emotions." Mae breaths, ready to drink the tea anyway.
"Ah… And overly emotional is an excuse to drug you?" Sam asks trying to understand, kind of understanding the other reasons. "Want water?"
"No, I'll take my chances with this, everything is starting to hurt again anyways." Mae grimaces, taking a sip.
"Uh huh." Sam says trying to get the glass from her, suddenly remembering how freely Lilly had offered him muscle relaxers.
A soft moan of pain escapes Mae's lips as she grips the glass tighter.
The moan quickly changes his mind and he gently tips it back towards her lips. "Never mind. You should drink that." Still going to talk to Lilly about this...
"Honestly, you're probably right." She responds, taking another sip. "I'm afraid you'll be gone the next time I wake up."
"I promise, we are staying til your back on your feet." Sam vows to her somberly, kissing her gently on the forehead.
She gulps another mouthful down, happy to feel the numbing bliss beginning to slowly settle over her again. "Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep Sam." She smiles, leaning forward to kiss him back.
"I promise, even Dean wants to make sure you're okay before we take off. Might not be completely on your feet, but at least until you're feeling better." Sam amends.
"I can sleep with that." She says drowsily. She downs the rest of the mug, finally realising that she's never tasted this tea before. "Wha... kinda… tea?" Mae asks slowly, her speech slurring.
"She didn't say, just told me and Dean not to drink it. Like we would." Sam apologizes.
She smiles, locking her eyes on his. "You're an amazing man. I'm so lucky you're with me." Mae says, dropping the empty glass to touch his face with her left hand.
He leans into her touch; takes her hand in his and kisses her palm tenderly. He looks up to respond, but quickly leans into her to catch her.
He chuckles softly, thankful that the tea had worked so quickly."No Mae, I'm the lucky one. What did I ever do to deserve you?"
He gently guides her back to lay on her stomach again and covers her up with the blanket.
.88.
Sam walked back into the game room, returning to Mae after his shower. He was surprised, but happy to see Lilly in the room, even if it was her laying haphazardly over his older brother. Legs over the arm of the couch head on his lap, nose in a book. Dean also reading, one hand absently playing with a strand of her hair.
"Lilly." Sam says "We need to talk."
"Oh? What about?" She asks turning the page of the old looking book, unconcerned.
"Do you always drug Mae?" Sam asks suddenly.
"Drug is such a harsh word, I like the word coerce, or help... Oh medicate is a good one too..I medicate Mae, yes." Lilly responds as she lays the book on her stomach; pages down.
"I can understand 'helping' when she's sick or hurt, but she says you've made her sleep through being emotional. Why?" Sam continues, using her replacement word.
"I'm guessing she woke up?" Lilly responds absently, ignoring his question.
"Yes, about an hour ago. We talked for a bit and she drank some tea before passing back out. What was in that? She passed right back out.
"Oh just a bit of this, pinch of that." Lilly responds carelessly as she looks to the ceiling.
Sam rolls his eyes, "Come on Lilly, I'm trying to have a real discussion with you."
"That was surprisingly whiney, there Sammy. Do you need some tea?" Lilly asks sweetly only to be jostled by Dean shaking her with his knees, in slight reprimand.
"No, I don't need any of your drugged tea." Sam snorts.
"Sammy." Dean mock lectures.
"Why do I get a real one and he gets a fake one?" Lilly whines, with an exaggerated eye roll.
"Cause your goading, and that was whiney." Dean says with another knee jerk.
"Right, can you stop that, no offense Lilly but you're about to pop out of that shirt." Sam says diverting his eyes to Mae.
"Oh." She responds moving the book up to cover her cleavage, blushing as she shoots Dean a glare.
"So what was in the tea?" Dean prompts seriously.
"I don't think you guys want to know…" She dodges the question picking up her book again, adjusting her shirt. "If you saw Mae on her period you'd drug her too."
"That's really not an excuse." Sam continues to defend.
"That's cause you've never seen her on her period." Lilly counters..
"Do you drug yourself?" Dean asks, curious.
"Sometimes." Lilly responds vaguely.
"Have you ever drugged Bobby?" Dean continues.
"I plead the fifth." She shrugs noncommittally, turning the page.
Sam and Dean exchange a look over her head.
"Do I need to worry about random druggings?" Dean asks her, pulling his hand through her hair.
"We. He meant do we need to worry." Sam corrects.
"Again, drugging sounds so gah, ya know? I like to think of it as assisting." Lilly defends herself, ignoring their concerns.
Dean chuckles, "Ok, should we worry about random help without our knowledge or consent?"
"Depends, but most likely. I only do it to people I care about." She responds abently with a shrug.
"What kind of drugs are we talking about here when you help people?" Sam asks, bewildered by her answer.
"Depends on the situation." She says, taking a moment as if she has to think about it.
"Well, that's reassuring." Sam responds sarcastically, unsure what else to think of that comment.
"Is it?" Lilly says putting her book back down, confused. "Why?"
"I like knowing what I'm putting in my body. I can't imagine Mae not feeling the same way, so she must know what you use."
"Hippy. Most of it's organic. I'm not a monster Sam." Lilly responds with an eyeroll.
"What make her fall asleep so fast?" Sam demands.
"Herbs? Lavender, camomile, valerian root, hops, skullcap, papaver somniferum, lemon grass…Ya know just, ya know, herbs." Lilly assures him, with a small smile.
"Sounds like herb stuff to me Sammy." Dean says, content.
"Papaver somniferum, why does that sound so familiar" Sam asks himself out loud before something clicks, his face contorts from confusion to shock. "Opium! You're giving her fucking opium!"
"Uh…" Lilly responds picking up her book again, sensing by his tone he didn't actually want the answer to that question.
"Fuck, really. She grows that kind of poppy?" Sam continues, accepting her lack of answer as a yes.
"Like chasing the dragon stuff?" Dean asks, starting to catch on.
"Um… that's when you smoke it Dean…" Lilly corrects the man gently.
"Oh, isn't that stuff dangerous and addictive and shit." Dean asks, looking down at her. Is that why that specific green house was locked? Cause their growing fucking illegal drugs. He groans as his mind goes over the amount of them he had seen.
"Well it's not like I use it on a daily basis guys, and sure in the wrong hands it could be very addictive and assuredly yeah, it's dangerous." Lilly agrees. "But they're not in ignorant hands; they're in mine." She sighs before she looks Sam up and down. "Also Sammy, to address your concern; no I don't think she knows why I asked her to grow that specific flower. I just mentioned it would be a challenge." She sighs and puts her hand on the book protectively as she shifts to sit up.
"She would take a challenge personally." Sam says, putting his head in his hands. How did this happen? How did this conversation… Oh wait, my fault. Seriously though, I thought she was just going to say that Mae was groggy or that she only used herbs… Wait, she does only use herbs…
"Yep… " Lilly responds popping the 'p'. "Anything else?"
"I'd like to not ever get drugged unless you tell me please." He decides to try bargaining.
"Helped." She corrects as she gets more comfortable on the couch.
"That too." Sam adds with a nod.
"That all?" Lilly asks as she opens the book again, not answering his question.
"I-ah, I guess." He says, turning back to sit in his spot near Mae.
"Super." Lilly responds ignoring the knowing glance from Dean.
He leans over to whisper in her ear. "You don't actually use poppy in everything do you."
"Nope." popping the 'p'
"Just for Mae?" He questions, running a hand up her back, a smile creeping over his lips when she shivers and leans into his touch; small contented mewls leaving her lips at the attention
"Depends." She purrs in response, as she arches her back into his hand.
"Why?" He counters, as he trails his fingers up her spine slowly, and starts rubbing her neck, amused..
"Cause it works." She purrs out simply.
.89.
Sam walks into the kitchen to find Mae leaning against the wall, watching a busy Lilly as she cooks using every heating element on the two stoves and all three ovens.
"What is she doing?" Sam asks, carefully wrapping his arms around Mae.
"Cooking for a militia?" Mae responds, unsure of what was happening herself.
"Why is she cooking for a small army?" Sam whispers into her ear quietly, pulling her closer.
"I have no idea…" Mae responds thoughtfully, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She was concerned though, fearful that Lilly was preparing for something. She'd never seen Lilly act like this and she was incredibly worried for her sister.
"Should we ask?" Sam questions her feeling worried for the short girl still oblivious or just blatantly ignoring their presence.
"I'm not sure… I mean, I'm sure it's fine. Maybe she's cooking for the shelter." Mae offered "But your guess is as good as mine."
"That's unsettling." Sam concludes his own worries very similar to Mae's.
"Yeah, this is going to upset Dean's plans for her." Mae says with a small smile.
"Plans?" Sam inquires biting her ear gently.
"Yeah. I don't know exactly what it is, but I've walked by him doing stuff and getting really excited, and this morning he asked me to do this…" She whispers back impishly.
"Do what?" He watches her as she walks further into the room.
"Hey Lilly, I'll be in my workshop, you look like you need all the space you can get in here."
Lilly startles at Mae's voice. "What? Wait no, sorry I just… Was in a cooking mood."'
"No, it's ok. Sam can help me get down there. I have something I need to look for anyway." She soothes, shocked Lilly even responded.
"No wait, should you be crawling into caves if you can't even climb? Is it sanitary down there? You have an open wound on your shoulder…" Lilly asks in rapid fire succession, anxiety for her sister overwhelming her. She can't get it infected, I might not be here… Who's going to look after her? When's Bobby getting back?
"It's just my basement room. Sam washed all my blankets and pillows for me. I promise, it's clean enough." Mae responds sadly.
"Like room clean, or shed clean?" Lilly questions clearly suspicious of Mae's standards.
"Cleaner than my shed, you always end up cleaning my room, so no, not that clean." Mae ticks off on her right hand, keeping her elbow at her side so she didn't have to raise it.
"I don't clean your room…" Lilly pouts, her arms crossing her chest defensively as she jutted .her hip to the left.
"We have a ghost then, that makes beds and vacuums." Mae responds with mock worry.
"That's not cleaning, that's straightening up." Lilly responds crossing her arms brow raised.
"Oh good, I was actually afraid we had a ghost." She laughs, her left hand over her heart in mock relief.
Sam smiles, enjoying her humor.
"See, Sam likes my humor." Mae teases her mother-hen of a friend.
"Sam doesn't live with you twenty-four seven." Lilly teases back, glad she was laughing again.
"So I can go down there then?" Mae chirps happily.
"Uh huh… I'm not your keeper, I can't tell you how to live your life. But if it gets infected I'm blaming you, Sam." Lilly states before turning back to the food on the stove, shaking her head.
"Yes ma'am." He salutes Lilly. He goes to where they keep the extra blankets, questioning his own shock that all the blankets were already returned, ironed and all. She did that fast, Mae's only been up for two days. Where the hell does she find the time for this shit? He muses as he grabs a few blankets.
90
"So, you promised Dean you'd what, give him and Lilly the house for the day?" Sam asks sarcastically, setting the blankets down on the bed.
"Sure did." She admits as she gingerly sits on the couch.
"Why?"
"So we could have a reason to be stuck down here." She replies, her voice sultry.
Sam's head snaps up at the tone of her voice, his face nearly comical as he finally connects the dots.
She giggles, reading his interest and concern clearly, "What can I say? Your brother and I have a few things in common." She delicately shrugs her good shoulder.
"Alone time before we have to head out?" Sam asks, grinning as he walks towards her.
"Does that sound good to you? Just you, me and a bed?" Mae inquires, shuddering with anticipation as he leans down to look her in the eyes. She could feel the heat of his hand as he cupped her face, welcomed the velvet of his lips as he brushes a kiss across hers. She leaned forward, ignoring the sudden pain in her shoulder in favor of the butterflies in her stomach; pulling him more into the kiss, lengthening and deepening the act, adding her own fiery passion to the heat.
"Mae," Sam breaks the kiss, his voice husky with his sudden need. "Oh God, you should be illegal. No one should be able to make a person feel like this."
Mae giggles in response, her eyes eventually rising to meet his.
Sam pauses for a long moment, drinking in all the little details about her. The way her chestnut waves gleamed in the dim light and fell in her face. The way she sat there, straight and proud, her beautiful blue green eyes looking at him and only him. He leans into her, kissing her deeply as he starts unbuttoning her shirt.
Mae wraps an arm around him, allowing herself to be layed back under him after he removes the offending shirt with its too many buttons. He leans back to remove his own shirts before returning to hover over her, loving the feel of her silky teal bra pressed against him as he surrounded her with himself, careful to not lean too heavily on her.
Mae gladly continues the passionate make out session; she runs her hand through his hair, dragging it down his back before she follows his belt to the buckle in an attempt to open it.
"Are you sure?" He gruffs. His tone husky as she massages him through the rough material of his jeans.
"Yes." She responds in a sultry voice. "You're kinda driving me wild." She smiles up at him, her eyes dark with need.
"You drive me insane, too, ya know." He whispers the admission, his teeth gently nipping the shell of her ear.
He stands from the couch, picking her up bridal-style to carry her over to the bed. He sets her down on the front edge of it, slowly leaning her back until he has access to her belt. He makes quick work of getting it unbuckled, and she gasps with the force he uses when popping the button-fly on her jeans. But Sam shocks her again with his gentleness; he slowly pulls the pants off her, reveling in the sight of her matching teal panties, her long incredibly smooth legs, even her dainty feet. He takes a step back, drinking in the scene in front of him.
"Mae, you are just so-" Hot? Addicting? Everything I've ever wanted, but didn't know to ask for? "Gorgeous. Sexy." He finally finishes, hands quickly working to remove his own pants.
She takes in the sight of him, standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs. His hard, chiseled body glistening in the sporadic light of the blinking string behind her.
"You're pretty damn hot yourself." She says with a smile, sliding back onto the bed behind her gently. His eyes harden with lust at the sight of her, but his concern begins to work its way back to the surface. She reaches a hand out to him, wanting to continue where they left off.
He eagerly joins her, the bed swinging slightly as he again straddles her, enfolding her in his arms. She looks into his eyes and he feels that he could drown in hers. He'd be happy if that was how he spent his last breath, drunk on the emotional and physical love they were sharing. He knew Mae might not want a label, but he realized he's found one; one word, so simple: Love.
She trails kisses along his neck, down to his chest and back up, finally finding his mouth again. She feels as if they've been set ablaze. His hands massage her scalp and send tingles down her spine. When one hand drops to cup her through her lace bra the tingles become sparks. He suddenly takes contol, kissing a blazing trail down her neck and chest. Each burning kiss adds to the inferno they were building together. He lavishes attention on her, and her little noises of pleasure are music to his ears.
Finally unable to take anymore, he moves to the side to gently remove the final barriers between him and her. He makes quick work of his own before turning to her, enjoying her shiver of anticipation as he tugged her underwear down her legs. Throwing them to the side he looks up in time to see her sitting up, attempting to unfasten her bra with a single hand. "Here Mae, let me get it." He whispers, sounding out of breath.
She leans forward and kisses him deeply, hoping to keep him entrenched in their mutual passion.
Sam melts into the kiss as he pulls her into his lap. He reaches around and unsnaps the hooks, dragging the one strap off to fling the flimsy bra to join the pile on the floor. His hand brushes up against the bandage as he grips her shoulders.
Mae winces slightly and tries to turn her head before he can notice her reaction; she wasn't fast enough.
"Shit, Mae, I'm sorry." He tries to to apologize, feeling horrible that he had even let it go so far when she was still in so much pain. He immediately feels selfish, thinking he should have been more aware of her situation and tries to put some space between them.
"Sam, you're making it feel better." Mae pleads, her voice merely a whisper but thick with need.
He groans, her voice was a siren's song calling him back. "But, you're in pain." He laments, once again trying to let reason win.
She smiles at him, tightening her legs around his waist, pushing him back so she could be on top. "Are you telling me you want to stop?" She asks, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Her sensual voice bringing a fresh wave of arousal.
"Uh… It's not that… Definitely not that, but your shoulder." Sam swallows voice hoarse. He can't help but think she looks like a mythical nymph, with her silky skin and luscious hair.
"Please don't worry about it." Mae responds, voice thick with lust as she punctuates each word with a kiss and her nails trace light patterns down his arms. "I'm not."
Sam groans and leans up to her, their lips meeting in a velvety soft caress, her words touching him as he wraps his hands around hips. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life Sam." Mae responds, her sultry voice filled with promises of twisted silk sheets and candle light. "I need this. My shoulder's fine."
Sam nods his head. "I need this too." He admits as he guides her with great care to straddle him properly. "I usually prefer being on top." He chuckles at her look of mock surprise "But with the circumstances… I'll be careful."
"I know you will, Sam." Mae whispers, completely trusting him, as she slowly starts sliding down him, enjoying the feel of his eyes drinking her in. She begins a slow rhythm, her hips moving in time to the music in her mind.
Her movements were hypnotic, and his mesmerized eyes follow her as if she were a dancer. He keeps his grip on her, enjoying the feel of her amazing body as her muscles move under his fingers as his thumb rubs across her protection tattoo. He can't help but grin up at her, amazed by the sight of her firm breasts swaying in time with her hips. He loves looking into her smouldering eyes; they were made for the bedroom.
"Fuck this's hot." Sam begins thrusting his own hips in time with her, her small moans of pleasure widening his grin. He suddenly sits up, gently holding her in place as he does so. They end up chest to chest as he continues to rotate his hips in time to meet hers. She continues her little dance of passion, writhing in the feeling of sliding up and down his length.
He runs his hands along her back, watching her gracefully arch and bend under his guiding hands.
She leans into him, breathing deeply, taking in his masculine scent. She runs a hand through his hair, lifting the sweat soaked ends from his skin. Her fingers dance across his face, down his chest. She kisses him deeply, delighted when his kiss hardens, stoking their shared passion.
He bounces her slightly, breaking their contact briefly as he rises to his knees beneath her for a new angle. He slowly brings her back down, closely watching her expression as he starts up a rhythm of his own. Her breathy noises urge him on. The new angle puts her chest at eye level and he's quick to take advantage, pulling her nipple into his mouth and teasing her with his tongue. He continues pumping into her with strong steady rhythm; her hips return his thrusts at the perfect pace.
She claws into his back, her own back arches sharply as she writhes in his lap. He keeps his grip around the small of her back, leaning away to continue pumping deep within her. His own pleasure rises to match hers as she screams out his name. He continues his thrusts, slowing the pace until they both tip to the side, drained from their powerful love making session. Covered in sweat and the scent of each other, they cuddle together; Sam remains careful to keep her shoulder from harm. He knew she still needs time to recover, the fact that they'd only gone one round before she'd fallen asleep told him as much.
Sam adjusts on the bed again, doing his best to keep get Mae comfortable. They ended up with her head on his chest, one hand gently keeping her pressed to him and the other behind his head he stares at her ceiling, thinking about how much his life had changed again, for the better.
91
"Hey Hufflepuff where're ya?" Dean calls out as he enters the house placing several bags in the spotless kitchen. "Hufflepuff?" He calls out again before he goes looking for her in all her usual haunts getting more and more concerned with every empty room. "Lilly?" He calls out again, before frantically pulling out his phone and calling her in hopes she was just outside or on a walk or something else. When he hears the loud ringing from the other side of the house. He runs in that direction and skids to a halt when he spots her down on her hands and knees; she's scrubbing the grout with a wire brush.
"Lilly?" He calls out again, both relieved and a bit annoyed when she continues ignoring him.
"Lilly? Hufflepuff? What th'hell're ya..." He starts before he notices the wires hanging from her cleavage winding its way back up to behind her hair. "Ah…" He breaths, shaking his head at her very 'her-like' antics. Moving cautiously, he bends over her and picks her up by her stomach. Laughing as she emits a high-pitched squeal, he gently pulls on the cord of the head phones.
"We're gonna leave t'moro an' you go on a cleaning spree?" Dean asks, as he sets her back on her feet.
"You dick! Ya almost gave me a heart attack, Dean." Lilly growls throwing the brush in her hand into the plastic tub in frustration.
"Good. You scared the shit outta me when ya didn't answer." Dean counters, leaning against the door jamb of the bathroom and leering at her.
"What?" Lilly inquires wrapping her headphones around her mp3 player realising very quickly that she was sans bandages. She rolls her eyes, tosses the damn music player in the sink and holds her hands behind her back, shifting in discomfort.
"I've been looking for you for like twenty minutes." He admonished her gently before walking over and messing with her hair.
"Have you? Sorry- just got distracted." She mumbles and tries to remember if she'd heard him calling but comes up blank.
"I'm really not on point right now…" Her eyes dart to her folded bandages sitting on the sink counter. "I'd hug you but I'm disgusting. Lemme go take a shower? Shouldn't be more than twenty."
Dean chuckles at her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "Kay Hufflepuff. I'll make dinner tonight."
"Oh, I made you pie, since you're leaving tomorrow. Hope you like blackberry." She smiles before pecking his cheek and pushing away from him feeling gross. "Promise, be down in twenty." Lilly vows going to leave the room before something dawns on her. They're leaving tomorrow, I'm leaving the day after… I mean, sure, they don't know that… But I want to take advantage of this… Not of him, just this. I mean… Gods forbid we can't find a way out of this, then he could die… And, well I guess… If I'm losing my V-card or letting anyone pop anything… "Do you uh… Wanna join me?"
"In the shower? Thought that was your personal space?" Dean questions face scrunched in confusion. "Not that I don't wanna." He adds with a grin.
Lilly blushes. "Well it is but I figured, ya know… It might be, uh, nice…An', uh, you're leaving an' I just- ya know?"
Dean quirks his brow at her explanation not quite understanding but not wanting to feel like he's forcing the girl into anything. "Do ya really think s'a good idea? You've been through a lotta shit lately, an' m'not sure that's the best idea…" Dean says flinching at his own words. "Wait, stop. That came out wrong." He grabs her as she backs away from him.
"Um…" She starts looking at the floor feeling stupid taking his words as rejection.
"No, look. Here, I'm worried about you, I'm worried I wanna do this more than you an' that you're... That ya know that. Ya know I want this," He gestures between them. "This is what I want, an' I want it to be right for you. Not... Forced."
Lilly's silent for a moment thinking about his words but at the word 'forced' her eyes open in righteous indignation and shock. "Not force. I want this. I need this Dean. What the last… Whatever that shit was, it taught me that things don't always pan out." She declares forcing herself to look at him. "I want this. All of this. Might be a bit quick, but with your… And my… And with you leaving, I want this. It's the only thing I want. I'm sure of it… I just want it after a shower… Where we both get clean..." Lilly admits softly breaking eye contact, and groaning; losing all the anger that had been driving her at her admission. She grumbles into her hands "It's never this awkward in my damn romance novels… Well, okay maybe sometimes…But… Fucking damn it."
Dean pulls her into him, tucking her under one shoulder, so she can't see his pained expression warring with his desire to wanted her too. Wanted her so bad, but what if he didn't make it back; what would that do to her? He leans down to bury his face into her hair, nuzzling into the amazing scent of her.
"Ew Dean. I'm gross. M'sweaty and smell like bleach." Lilly objects to his affections and tries to squirm out of his arms.
"Ya smell awesome ta me." He takes an exaggerated deep breath.
"That's disgusting, ya jackass." Lilly says hitting his chest with a light thump.
"Guess we should go get that shower then." He teases. On a whim he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder.
"Really?" She asks with more hope in her voice than she had wished, up til he potato sacked her. "I can walk, put me the flip down, caveman." Lilly growls out in frustration.
"The flip I will." He smiles, patting her ass. "Flip?" He laughs, heading up the stairs to her room, chuckling at her threats.
He deposits her on the ledge of the bathroom's counter, chuckling over her expression.
"Way to be a neanderthal, Tex." She fumes; her arms are crossed, brow's raised, but her demeanor is easily overlooked at the sparkle of amusement in her eyes.
"S'that somethin' you're into? I mean, I coulda knocked you out and dragged you up here by the hair." He continues to tease, trapping her for a kiss.
She laughs at the absurdity of the statement, only to be cut off by the kiss; her lips meet his with fervor and she twists her fingers into his shirt and pulls him closer.
They continue kissing as Lilly's hand moves down his back to under his shirt pulling at the materials and removing them with a skill he hadn't expected from her. She only pauses their kiss to toss the shirt to the corner of the bathroom and drags her nails down his back before her hands start working on his jeans. Dean finds he's in just his boxers in a startlingly short amount of time before they break their kisses again.
"Woah, that's quite the skill Lilly. Sexy as fuck, but it's your turn now." Dean growls out next to her ear.
"Can you turn on the water first?" Lilly questions with a blush admiring his body with a satisfied smile curving her lips. Damn it, is this is actually happening… Oh Gods this is happening with someone who looks like that… Well… Oh I know… Lilly smiles, before she reaches up, using a wash cloth to protect her hand as she unscrews all but one light bulb over her sink. There. At least then he won't be able to see all the scars… That helps, sorta…. What the fuck am I doing?
Dean growls in frustration but does as she asks, quickly working the knobs. He closes his eyes attempting to regain his cool. "Get a man going then ask him to turn the water on? Dam, Lilly, I'm gonna enjoy undressin' you. Mmmmmm." He opens his eyes to find the world much dimmer than it had been. "Uh, Lilly?"
"Mood lighting?" She blinks with an innocent smile. "That's actually something people do right? Or… Is that just some smut thing from books?"
"Uh huh…" He mock glares at her, approaching her slowly to continue where he left off. "And what mood are you hoping the lack of light will put us in?" He traps her again, his lips going to her neck.
"Romantic or something? Unless you just wanted to go at this straight to the point? Like hard… I can't even… Ugh… Sorry…" Lilly apologizes through a faint intake of breath, obviously enjoying his ministrations.
He chuckles, nipping at her jaw line, following it up to her ear. "Whatever you want." He whispers into her ear, reaching down to pull her band tank over her head. "Whatever. You. Want." He reiterates, punctuating with kisses.
Lilly moans at his words as she allows him to undress her, enjoying the attention thoroughly trying to remember everything she's ever read, watched or researched about how to please a man. Almost absently responding to his words with a sultry whisper of "I just want you."
Dean growls at her words as he takes in the site of her sitting on the counter just in her lace bra, and skirt, he quickly leans back in and catches her mouth, kissing her hard and passionately. He makes quick work removing the scrap of lace material before he picks her up to lower her to the ground where he slowly slides her skirt down her smooth legs to let it puddle on the floor. He watches her for a moment with an appreciative "mmmm." before he finally removes her lacy panties. He chuckles when he feels her hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs.
"Impatient for me or the shower?" He teases gently, letting his fingers brush up against her body.
"Yes?" She responds with a small smile, as she rips his boxers down with no hesitation. "Look. We're both naked now. You're welcome."
He grins as he picks her up and steps under the warm water.
Her hands leave his body for a moment and return with soap before they go back to working their way down his body almost reverently as he deepens their kiss.
Right, she did request a shower. This is going to be interesting. He smiles, grabbing a bottle labeled 'body scrub' in her chicken scratch. He pours some into his hand and begins reciprocating, gently massaging the suds into her skin.
How do you wash wrong… Now I'm concerned about your hygiene Dean…. Scrub… No... OCD down. Just enjoy it… Just enjoy it… Lilly's hands falter slightly at Dean's soft touches, a frown on her lip as she tensed before she shook her head, in attempt to banish her thoughts. She tilts her head up a smile on her lips, happy that he at least understands her need to be clean, even if he sucks at it.
At her tensing Dean pauses his motions. "Lilly, you okay?" He asks with concern obvious in his tone.
Lilly pauses looking up at him biting her lip in contemplation. "You're doing it wrong."
Dean looks down at her in confusion before the dots connect. "Washing you wrong? I'm washing you wrong." He states.
She nods her head almost hesitantly. "Sorry, I just… Want to be clean before we, ya know?"
Dean chuckles."Aw, yer almost sweet when yer correctin' me. Could get used ta this." He bends down to kiss her. "Alright. So then how do I properly wash a Hufflepuff?" He teases her gently; his eyes follow the way her blush sweeps across her body.
Lilly shifts in discomfort as she explains the 'proper' steps of grooming to Dean, all ten of them, her blush deepens with growing shame and embarrassment as she watches Dean's expressions go from 'caring', to 'amused', to what she can only assume is 'are you fucking serious?'
"I'm sorry, I thought I could get over it… But. I feel gross… An' I'm trying… I know this's awkward… Sorry. I can't just shut it off. Sorry." She offers somberly.
"Lilly, Lilly, It's fine. We can do this. We're gonna do this, but can we work on this for the future?" Dean asks pulling her close."I know how ta shower Lilly." He assures her with a teasing chuckle. "Just never needed a silkwood shower myself, but always up for learnin'."
Lilly hides her face in his chest, feeling very uncomfortable; she has a strong desire to take back her earlier words, as her palms itch to just clean herself.
"Look, why don't you show me? Then I'll pick up where you leave off?" Dean whispers into her hair. He has to admit he feels both bad and a bit amused at the fact nothing comes easy for the small raven haired woman in his arms. He even enjoys that he isn't the only dysfunctional one in their duo.
"Really?" Lilly asks hesitantly moving her head, her eyes carefully watching his face .
"Really." He says kissing the top of her head again.
"It's not like super weird or anything?" Lilly questions with an adorable uncertainty.
"I'm not gonna say that, but I don't mind. Whatever makes you feel comfortable Hufflepuff." He chuckles and hugs her tightly.
"Kay." She responds as she begins her cleansing ritual, starting the process and feeling slightly better with his honesty.
Dean watches her wash herself, the lesson becomes more like a show as his eyes follow her hands lathering and scrubbing her wet body to her own specifications.
AN2: How'd it go? Please leave us a review or pm us if you have questions. We're in that final stretch of the story; Dean's deal is almost up, Lilly's acting weird(er than normal), Mae's dealing with whatever that mark on her shoulder is, Sam's desperate to save his brother at almost any cost and Bobby's watching the kids he loves as his own head for disaster. What are they going to do?
We'll be back on Saturday with the next chapter. Until then lovely reader, carry on!