Don't
The second that Dean shut the door to the motel room, Fayth had him up against the door. She was more gentle this time. Instead of throwing him against the door, she just pushed him. Dean took this as a good sighn. She didn't want to hurt him. Fayth waited for him to put his arms around her. When he didn't, she leaned in and whispered in his ear,"I know you want to. Come on, I won't complain. It'll be our little secret." When Dean didn't respond, she bit on his ear. She knew that it was his weakness. His one and only weakness and he had forced her to use it. She watched the emotions and feelings move across his face. At first his face was set in stone but she knew that once she bit his ear, he was a gonner. His eyes started to slide shut but he would abrubtly open them again. She could tell that it was taking all of his strength to not move or react to her. Her amusement changed to frustration when he still wouldn't give in. Finally he moved. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Sam's number.
"Sam, hurry up. I don't think that I can um, hold her off for much longer." Dean said. Fayth grabbed the phone and threw it across the room.
She knew that Dean wanted to do this. Why was he being so stubborn? Why won't he just give in?
She realized that she had let him move away from the door. He slid by her and went into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and rubbed the cold water onto his flushed face. When he straightened up, Fayth was behind him. The bathroom was small. He reached for the door but she stood in the way. She had taken her shoes off so she was much shorter than him now. He turned to face her. She put her arms on his shoulders and pushed his coat off, exposing his strong arms.
"Don't." He warned. She slid her fingers through his hair and gently pulled his head towards hers. She moved as close as she could to him. "I don't want to have to hurt you." He stated. She noticed that his voice was much deeper now.
He could smell her. It was like she was surrounding him. Her lips were around his. He still didn't respond. He kept his lips still. Making sure not to move because as soon as he starts, he won't be able to stop himself.
Fayth bites his ear again. This time it's harder and more forceful than the first time.
"Stop." He's almost whispering. His eyes slide shut and this time he lets them stay shut. He's too tired to fight. The desire is too strong. It consumes him. He lets his body relax slightly. His lips part. He's giving her a chance. He's given up. She wins. She considers leaving at this very second. She proved what she wanted to prove. She has Dean's heart now. She can break it again. She could leave right now and go back to Dante and pretend it's Dean. But it wouldn't be Dean. It wouldn't be green eyes. Now she's fooling herself. She knows that she can't stop herself even if she had to.
With her mind made up, she presses her lips to Deans. He hesitated at first. 'Kiss me before I rip your hair out.' She thinks somewhat desprately. But then he reacted. His eyes were still closed. His kiss was unsure at first. He was still trying to resist. She pushed her pelvis into his and pulled him as close as she could. The gates opened and Dean gave in completely. Any other guy would have given up long before this. He tilted her face and deepened the kiss. He always knew how to get her in the perfect position for optimal pleasure.
The next thing he knew they were out of the bathroom and back in the bedroom. The bathroom door was still closed. He pushed her up against the wall. He still remembered everything she liked. He remembered everything about her. They broke away for air. His hands were still pressing on the wall on either side of her head to stable himself. She let her head fall back against the wall. She hadn't been this out of breath in a long time. Dean takes advantage of this and starts to kiss and suck on her neck. Her eyes roll back and she sighs. He catches her by the arms as her knees give out. He holds her against the wall by her arms and works on the spot that made her collapse. Unlike with Dante and most men, when Dean finds a 'soft spot', he'll continue to bring pleasure with that one spot. Dante thinks that he has to move all over when if fact, all you need is that one spot. He kisses her slowly now. Everyonce and a while he'll lightly brush his lips over hers without kissing her. He's teasing her and she's frusterated. She lets out a whimpering sound. This only makes Dean go slower. His hand moves up and down the boneing of the corset. He finally unhooks the corset and lets it fall to the ground. The skirt soon follows. His eyes are still closed. She remembers asking him about this one night a little over 6 years ago. He was drunk and actually answered. He would close his eyes and pretend he has somewhere else as a way of punishing himself. He said that he didn't deserve to be happy so he couldn't enjoy being with her. He was unworthy. Frustration took over her as she watched him keep his eyes closed. He was doing it again. She wouldn't let him do this. The strength returns to her legs and she stands on her own. After his black shirt is slid over his head and flung across the room, she shoves him down onto the bed. She lets her hands graze over all of the bruised that are starting to form from his encounter with Dante. She pushed hard on one of the red-purple spots until the pain caused Dean to open his eyes. He knows what she's telling him so he looks her directly in the eyes before pushing his head up to kiss her. He takes in her beauty. She's in nothing but her black lengerie and the black garter. Suddenly a thought crosses his mind. This isn't really his Fayth. Fayth wouldn't be this bold. This is only vampire Fayth. If he couldn't have Fayth, he didn't want to settle for anything else. It wasn't fair to Fayth. He sits up in bed. Fayth had scenced the change and she didn't want him to stop. She strattled him on the bed and grabbed his hands and threw them around her waist. Just as she reclaimed his lips with hers, something clicked. She stopped abruptly and took in the whole scene. She's sitting on top of Dean wearing only lengerie. Dean's only wearing jeans. She doesn't know how to respond. She jumps up and grabs her clothes.
"I must have been really drunk." She says shakily. "How could you take advantage of me like that, Dean?" She yells.
"What? No, Fayth. That's not what happened. You..." But he can't bring himself to tell her. She won't believe him anyway.
She's out the door in 2 minutes.
Dean just sits on the bed, confused. Although he knows what happened. Sam did it. Fayth is back to normal but she doesn't remember seducing him. Or doesn't want to. She thinks that he took advantage of her. She thinks that everthing is his fault. At least he and Sam can leave as soon as another job comes up.