Stepping into the line of fire

Chapter 37

The stew smelled divine. Angela was the master of perfect seasoning. Dean handed every body their portion and they all sat down in front of the fire. Occasional sparks would spring out of its fiery heart and the hunters would brush away the embers from their clothes. John had given Dean and Angela a finger of Jack and the amber nectar was weaving its magic spell.

Dean felt perfectly happy. Gathered all around him were the people he truly loved and the delicious pasta and stew had given him the strength to truly appreciate what a night in a beautiful forest could be like when you were chilling and not planning. It was a sort of holiday. He could not deny those feelings. They worried him a bit but happiness was such a fleeting emotion that he was grabbing on to it with all his might and relishing its powerful spell. Tomorrow was another day. Tonight, was tonight.

Bobby had been in charge of the coffee and had done a really good job. It tasted smooth and strong. Sam had made marshmallow sticks for dessert. It was very much a kumbaya moment. The hunters had not mentioned the hunt. It was like and felt like, true down time.

Angela kept looking at Dean throughout the night and he gave her back the same intensive glances. He and she could not wait for John and Bobby to fuck off and leave them alone. At eleven they were rewarded. John commanded his troops to hit the hay and gave a pointed look at his eldest which Dean acknowledged obediently. John felt reassured and got off his log. He was quickly followed by Bobby and his youngest. Dean and Angela had volunteered to wash up and even though John knew that this suited them just fine, he did not forbid it.

Then it was just them…

"Dee come with me"

"Where?"

"I thought ya' never questioned a direct order?" she replied teasingly.

"Ange don't play with me." Dean took on a stern expression and Angela sparked. She was leading her lover back to that bed of moss and grass. She wanted to feel his naked body against hers and the need was urgent.

"Just come with me sweetie and don't argue…" Dean did as he was told with a glint in his eye. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight. He was fit to burst. He wanted her. Now. Naked and willing.

They reached their forest bed in no time and tore the clothes off each other's back. There were no thoughts for tomorrow. They were in the moment and the moment felt good. Fucking good. The lovers embraced as they rolled amongst the forest floor. They smelled of grass and earth and all that did was to make them even more in tune with each other. Dean slipped his hand in her most secret place and Angela moaned with pure unaldurated pleasure. His fingers were playing her musically and all at once she sang her familiar sweet song. Dean was addicted to that song. It beat every single one in his cassette collection!

"Dee…I love you sweetie…" she moaned as she grabbed his neck and kissed him passionately. Angela then scratched his upper back unintentionally.

"Ange. Stop that" he sexily purred. "Stop that right now or you and I are going to have words!" He sounded so strict, so in charge of her… Dean turned her around with such ease over his knee that she had not even realised this had happened until she was facing the mossy surface.

"Right. That's it. No more scratching."

"Dean… No!"

"What do ya' mean no! you need a good spanking and you're going to get one. Right here, right now." He declared dauntlessly. "This knight has had enough cheek and naughtiness from his beautiful lady…" at that precise moment his hard hand slapped her bottom. She did not move or try to stop him. "You're getting a long spanking Ange and you're taking it… Ya' hear me. You give me any lip and we'll start from scratch…"

In that dark, sensual, erotic forest, the lovers played… Tomorrow would come soon enough…

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