Seth looked across the table at Dean's cousin Merle. The woman was a wonderful sight to him. She had long, dark brown hair and bottle green eyes. Both of her eyebrows had a silver ring in them, and so had the right side of her nose.
"It's just a bit of blood," Merle said.
"A bit?" Dean laughed. "These days you bleed more than I ever did."
The cousins both knew about death matches. Dean might not do them a lot anymore but Merle was thriving on the death match scene. Seth would never understand that sort of match but he admired those who could endure that amount of pain and be part of those kind of crazy stunts.
"Aren't you afraid one of your piercings might be caught in some barb wire one day?" Seth asked.
"If it happens, it happens," Merle shrugged. "Just another scar to the collection."
"You're both insane," Seth chuckled.
"That's part of our charm," Dean smirked.
Dean's phone beeped. He picked it up, read the message and stood up.
"Renee's plane finally landed," Dean said. "I'm gonna go pick her up. You two do the dishes and play nice."
"You have a dishwasher," Merle said.
"Then fill it," Dean grinned. "See you soon."
Dean was out of the house 30 seconds later. Seth and Merle looked at each other, shrugged, stood up and started carrying the plates out in the kitchen. Renee's flight had been several hours delayed so they had to make dinner and wait to hear from her.
"Why do you do it?" He asked.
She closed the lid to the dishwasher, started it and looked at him.
"Do what?" She asked.
"Why do you do death matches?" He asked.
She stepped up close to him. She was so close that all he had to do was move his head forward a bit and he would be kissing her. Something he had wanted to do for so long.
"When I bleed, I feel alive," she said.
"What if I make you bleed?" He asked.
"How do you want to do it?" She smirked.
"How do you want it?" He asked.
She walked around him and grabbed one of the kitchen knives hanging on the wall. It was a small knife but it would do its work just fine. The silver knife in her hand made all his blood rush south. Without saying anything else, he stepped up to her, grabbed her head and kissed her. He pressed himself up against her so she was caught between him and the counter.
"Seth!" She mewled. "Not here."
He stepped away from her. He had no idea where to take it. It was Dean and Renee's house. She smirked at him and walked out of the kitchen. He followed her blindly. She could take him anywhere she wanted in that moment. He would follow no matter what. She walked into the bathroom, and he followed. He closed and locked the door behind him before grabbing her and kissing her again. He swung her around and pushed her up against the door.
"Stay!" He growled. "And tell me where you want it."
"My thigh," she said.
He fell to his knees, grabbed the elastic hem of her long skirt and yanked it down with one quick move. He held up his hand, and she placed the knife in it. He patted the toilet next to the door, and she placed her left foot up on it to open up more and give him room to work with. He looked up at her, and she ran her fingers through his hair.
"It's okay, Seth," she smiled. "You won't hurt me. I trust you."
It took some will on his part to cut through her flesh. He didn't cut too deep but deep enough to make a thin line of blood appear. For each line he made, he got a beautiful moan in return. Once he had made eight lines, he leaned in and ran his tongue over all of them. It left her thigh a bloody mess to look at, and he continued to lick and suck even more in an attempt to clean it off her. She moaned louder and once again buried her fingers in his hair and tugged on it. The taste of her blood and the sound of her moans made everything inside him want to burst out and stake his claim on the gorgeous woman.
"You're mine!" He growled.
He ran his tongue up her skin until it met her panties. He needed to taste more of her. Blood wasn't enough. He wanted all of her. He grabbed her panties and pulled them aside, only to hear a familiar voice.
"We're back!" Dean called.
"Fuck!" Merle muttered.
Seth looked up at Merle and she started snickering.
"Get out," she whispered.
"Right," he said.
He stood back up while she fixed her panties. She grabbed her skirt from the floor while he unlocked the door and slipped out of the room.
"Where are you?" Renee yelled.
"I'm right here!" Seth yelled back. "Sorry, I got lost in the beautiful artwork you've been putting up."
"Thank you," Renee smirked at Dean. "See, darling. Someone besides me has good taste."
"Whatever," Dean chuckled. "Where's Merle?"
"She went to the bathroom," Seth smiled innocently.