Warning: FULL story Rated M for language, sex and violence.
"Dean..." she breathed, her stomach fluttering and the sensation shooting down to the spot between her legs.
Kinky, right in the hallway. Off to the side. Wink wink, ahhhoooogah.
Alex arched into him, her hands on his bare chest from his lips at her neck, him speaking, breathing, and smiling against it driving her wild. She was loving the brave costume more and more. "Here. Public. Caught. Some. Else."
Dean got your tongue?
"Alex. Relax. I'm. Very. Discreet." And truth be told he was. No one was in the halls and it would actually take someone who was looking to find them. He pushed her deeper into the corner so they were shaded more and captured her lips.
"Sides, we don't have to do it, beds are much more comfortable then winding up on a hard, cold linoleum floor anyway." Dean grinned boyishly at her when she pinned him with a look. "I'm talkin' too much again aren't I?" he swallowed her answer with a kiss; his hands running up her back and down again to her waist.
Whimpering into his mouth, Alex's hands mimicked Dean's, except running them down the front of his chest, over his abs and to his waist. Pulling away she looked at him. "Brave heart, you always talk to damn much," she laughed.
"Duly noted," his hand eased slowly under her shirt to touch her bare skin, fingers massaging her hip. He sighed against her, loving the feel of her skin against him, the sway of her hip as he pressed his fingers into it. His other hand was braced against her back and his mouth was at her collar bone, licking at the ridge.
"Ohhhh fuck," Alex moaned, hands on his back, pressing her fingers into his flesh from his mouth and hands.
She knew what that tongue could do, she'd experienced it first hand, and just the memory and knowledge sent shivers down her spine, Goosebumps on her skin, and heat to in between her legs. Foreplay when they couldn't even have sex right at the moment was frustrating her.
"Dean..." she breathed, trying to protest, trying to explain to him that if he continued with this, they both continued, it would no doubt lead to sex, her body would make sure of that.
The way you two are starting out today, I'm betting you won't even make it to the store to get the pills. You'll stay in the car and do it.
Alex glared at her other half, the expression bleeding away as soon as Dean toyed with her yet again, making her bite her lip to keep in the loud keen longing to come out.
Dean laughed into the kiss, sucking at her lower lip playfully even while she tried to bite it. "We're going to have to work on that happy volume level of yours," he kissed her, lowering his hand down to tuck into the waistband of her shorts, fingers playing along the rise of her hip bone.
Dean knew when sex wasn't convenient that there were other ways to pleasure each other. And he was about to show Alex one of those when he stopped, lifting his hand from her shorts. She was new to this and already shaking pretty badly from his attentions. Not to be cruel but they still had to work. Business before pleasure.
With a sigh Dean pulled away. "Something to look forward to later," he winked at her and ducked his head out into the hall to make sure the coast was clear. With a nod he stepped out from the hiding place with Alex behind him and they started down the hall again. The hunter noticed a familiar red head and waved her down. "Von," he called in greeting and grinned when the red head turned at hearing her name.
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Von thought her heart was breaking and yet it was the exact opposite. A single tear escaped her closed lids as Sam kissed her, his emotions flooding into her, filling her with purpose. This was the peace she had longed for and she had found it in Sam. Now she belonged. And all to Sam. Her whole being wanted him, needed him but on a completely different level than before, something that surpassed the mere physical. Something that was spiritual.
Von hoped that Sam too could see how she felt with the kiss. She wanted him to know and she knew that words would never suffice. Von breathed him in, his smell exactly like in the dream. He had not been there though, it was a dream and that was all. Von was glad that Sam had not seen her that way, slaughtering and animal-like with eyes that burned hot like amethysts. Some God or monster from an ancient story.
What would you have thought of me then if you could have seen it?
Pulling away from her lips he found he was looking down at her. Since when did they change positions? He smiled shyly.
"Ehem...I hope I am not disturbing anything Mr. Winchester," Amanda cleared her throat, going to the abandoned cart and starting to wheel it to the end of one of the aisles.
Sam climbed off of Von and remained on his knees to gather his things before helping Von up to her feet once he was there. "Lunch?" he asked Von, whispering so only she could hear.
When she replied he nodded and said his goodbye, walking up next to Amanda whom was waiting for him. "Don't worry, I won't tell. It'll be our little secret." He couldn't help the flinch from her words, his dream a little too vivid in that moment.
Von was going to string the little brunette up by her toes for interrupting them. Then embarrassment made its due and Von blushed rising to her feet with the help of Sam.
"Lunch?" Sam asked in a hushed tone and Von nodded silently, a shy 'goodbye' leaving her lips in reply to Sam's. Von left the library and walked down the hall, heading towards her office in order to grab a few items before she checked out the lower level of the building.
Heat raced along her thighs and she knew who was behind her before she heard his voice. Dean Winchester the Sex Bomb. His presence had nearly nuked the brains clear out of her skull. Her panties became moist and she suppressed the primal growl that was scratching its way up her throat. Von licked the salt off her lips, tasting Sam along with it. Sam. If he had only screwed her till she couldn't see straight in the library then maybe she would be better off. She doubted it. Line everyone up in the school and keep 'em coming...
No touchy. No touchy! NO touchy! Just a little fuck, I mean touch...all I need. Give it to me Dean!
Von scrunched her eyes shut, cementing her feet against the ground. The insistent throbbing between her legs an angry reminder that she wasn't getting any.
Shoulda fuckin' carved. Spill out everywhere; make it all better, all bright. Make it all go away.
Von was running around in her brain trying to collect her thoughts like she was using a sieve to collect water. She had to remember, remember the symbols. Damn it, remember them, what order, what order? Carve. Carve. Carve. No wait. She had a pen, using that would work. Right? Right?
Von pulled the pen out and nearly stabbed her arm in her desperation to scrawl the ink down on her flesh. Her forearm would do the trick. The two of them were getting closer and once they hit striking distance Von would not be able to stop herself. The rich black ink scrolled out over her forearm in several distinct symbols. The intense sensation to fuck until she bled out faded away and her shoulders slumped in relief. It was only temporary but it would have to do.
"Hey," her breathing came a little ragged and she smiled faintly up at them, standing up straight when they stopped in from of her.
"You okay, Red, you're looking like you're wiped, Sam didn't do anything stupid again did he?" Dean eyed Von up and down with his brow furrowed.
"No, no, I'm fine," she waved him off and ignored Alex's stare.
"Alright," Dean nodded, easily letting go of any suspicion he may have had. Whatever had come over Von appeared to be gone, and since it was there was no need to press the matter.
"I was going to check out the lower level, two more sets of eyes would probably help, if you're not already busy," Von eyed them each on turn, sticking the pen back in her pocket.
Dean noticed her freshly inked arm and turned to Alex. "I dunno, we weren't doing anything were we?" Waiting for Alex to reply Dean gestured to Von's arm. "What's with the temporary tattoo?"
"This?" Von asked innocently raising her arm to see her own work, "Something I had to remember, didn't have any paper so my arm was the next best thing, it's for protection, part of a spell." The relief was gratifying. Von thought she could slump down right there it felt so good to be herself and not be attacked by the emotions of others. The clarity it brought her was astounding.
Thank God for BIC pens...
Alex was about ready to hit the man. Tease and tease and then it gets one whipped by some object later. If he kept it up, she was no doubt going to actually do it. When he pulled her out back into the hallway, she immediately removed her hand from his and gained a bit of distance, looking at her appearance and fixing what might have looked questionable to the observing eye. Seeing Von's arm when she turned around, Alex was going to comment on it but Dean already did, after the question came from him on doing anything.
Close but just two pieces of fabric off of resulting in really doing something.
"No we aren't busy at all. Lower level sounds good. The squad can handle without me and Mr. How," she replied, giving Dean her patent smirk and narrowed eyes, walking past him and next to Von.
She could do this. Play normal bitchy Alex while deep down sneak around and act completely nice Alex with Dean. Hard but manageable. Just another task on her life list.
Why do I feel that Von is lying?
Something to remember. The thing written on her arm looked more along the lines of yes, part of a spell, but something that wasn't to be remembered, but rather for something to forget or dull. What was it? Alex wasn't going to bother with that now, she'd wait for another time, try maybe...never? What a great way to rebuild the friendship.
Lying's a sin you know...add it to my list.
Alex and Von walked side by side and Dean took the rear, having since taken off his headdress. Down the two flights of stairs Von walked over to the boiler room door, finding it unlocked, likely the janitor left it unlocked by accident. The three of them entered unnoticed and fanned out into the room. Von held her hand off to the side, feeling out if anything was there.
"I don't get it," Dean commented out of nowhere, leaning down over a pipe to get a look, "It's not like ghosts to team up, they usually have their own undead agendas."
"I think all these ones have the same agenda," Von explained and moved deeper into the room, something speaking to her sixth sense.
"How many of 'em were there again, did you get a count?" Dean brushed up against Alex and grinned, moving past her to inspect the large hot water tank.
"I only heard and felt them, Sam got attacked by one, he didn't...I never asked him if he saw anything," because he wanted out of there, he was out of it, "When I tried to get back in, I dunno, felt maybe about five...six of them, they were all squished together so it was hard to make out the individuals." Von removed an old newspaper from a desk and read the article heading.
"Great we got a gang of ghosts to deal with," Dean grumbled.
"We got a problem," Von lowered the paper as shivers raced up her spine and in the time it took Dean to look at her questioningly the red head was flying through the air, slamming up against some piping and Dean soon followed being struck in the opposite direction. Giggling filled the murky boiler room followed by footsteps.
"Von! Dean!" Alex yelled, noticing how she was the only one at the moment unflung.
Hearing the giggles, she looked around. She fucking hated ghosts, especially ones that were teenagers or children and found it absolutely hilarious to make dolls out of them. With a hard tug she soared, crash landing on top of something and that something was Dean. Why not in another direction? He was already hurt from being thrown, but now they had to fling her on top of him to add more pain.
"And Jill came tumbling after..." the source of the giggles voiced.
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He was tired. Again. Why was he so tired? Last night it had hit him after the event that occurred and now during the morning when he should be awake and lively he was tired. Right after Von left, right after his occurrence with her in the far corner. What could have happened, what should have happened, what will happen...the what could have's of ones mind like the what if's and the could be's.
At his desk he had pulled out his laptop, bringing up his email. He hadn't checked it for a while now and Ruby probably might have left a message, weird though, but when she didn't want to bother with a simple call or text, she'd email. Sam might never understand her let alone women completely. Too much of a brain twister.
Amanda kept looking at him too. Then again, since he came back to his desk in the main part of the library, he was more aware of eyes on him than before. A sudden uncomfortableness in his own body making him blush. In the past he'd never get this much attention, not really, but now that he had it, he knew how his brother, Von and Alex must feel. However, Alex and Dean flaunt it whereas Von and he don't. Talk about self-conscious...more so at the best of times. Not even making it long enough, waiting for the email to come up, his eyes had closed, head resting on his hand propped on the elbow on the desk. Tired. So tired.
