"Oh, God, Dean!" Piper cried out, twisting the sheets in her hands.
His big hands gripped her hips from behind her, pulling her back onto him. He gave a strained chuckle, trying to control himself. "Hush, kitten, you're going to get us in trouble." She groaned and buried her face into a pillow, unable to stop screaming.
He leaned over her, slowing his pace enough to make her whine. He laid sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across her back. "You sound like you want to get caught, kitten." He bit her hard enough to make her squeal, immediately soothing it with his tongue.
"Oh, Dean, oh-"
He slowly ran a hand up her side, until he was gently wrapping a hand around her throat. He used gentle pressure to pull her upright in front of him, relishing the power she gave him in bed. She was so independent all the time, but relinquished control to him when they were naked.
He breathed heavily into her ear, keeping his cock moving in and out of her at a steady, slow pace. He moved a hand up her ribs until he was cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple. "Do you want to get caught, Piper?" She whimpered, but didn't answer.
He pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger hard enough to make her cry out again. "Piper," he murmured into her ear, dropping the pitch of his voice, "Do you want to get caught?" He gradually sped up his pace, adjusting his angle until he was hitting the spot that usually made her scream.
She was gasping, trying to keep it quiet. "No, Dean, God-"
He interrupted her by subtly tightening the hand on her throat. "See, I don't know, kitten," he moved his other hand down slowly to her center, letting his fingers gently caress her clit. "You keep making these pretty little noises when I mention someone coming in here…"
As if in response, she whimpered loudly. "Does that turn you on, kitten?" He whispered roughly, mouth pressed to her ear. "The thought of someone walking in on us?" Another whimper. "Someone seeing me fucking you senseless, and seeing how much you love it?"
"Oh, God, Dean!"
He covered her mouth in time to smother her scream as she orgasmed, giving a rather loud moan himself as he came hard inside her.
He rested his head on her shoulder, moving so hers could fall back onto his. He listened to the sounds of their breath slowing, savoring it. It was one of his favorite things to listen to.
When they had calmed down, and he could feel the sweat cooling on his back, he slowly moved away from her, stood next to the bed, and then scooped her up against his chest. She laughed softly, the sound of it making his heart beat faster again.
"Grab that blanket, kitten." He bent his knees so she could do as he said. She swung it around his shoulders, concealing the parts of them that needed to be concealed.
Her sleepy, sated eyes gaze up at him. "Where are we going?"
He lifted her enough to press a kiss to her forehead. "Cleanup, baby."
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They were back in bed, facing each other. He examined her face, which he had done a hundred times before. Her eyes, her nose, her high cheekbones. He felt his lips twitch upward as he observed the blush rising up her cheeks. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "So… Voyeurism, huh?"
He laughed when she smacked him on the chest. "Shut up, Winchester."
He chuckled and pulled her close to kiss her. "Kind of kinky, kitten."
He felt her smile against his mouth. "You don't know the half of it, Winchester."
He pulled her even closer, bringing her belly flush with his. "Is that so?"
She flung an arm around his waist and cuddled close. "Mhm," she mumbled into his chest. "But you're not finding out tonight, I'm tired."
He rolled them so she rested on his chest, her head nestled underneath his chin. "Whatever you say, kitten."
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Dean ducked as Piper swung at him. That had been close, but he wasn't about to let her know that. "Come on, baby, gotta be faster than that."
She glared at him, clearly struggling to keep the smile off of her face. "Shut it, Winchester, hands up."
They were sparring in the backyard, at Piper's insistence that the activity would help blow off some steam. Dean didn't know if it was having the desired effect, but he was having a lot of fun watching her move in her leggings and tight tank top.
He was lost in his thoughts, so he didn't see her tense in time. Dean resigned himself to watching her sweep his legs out from under him, unable to help his grunt as he hit the ground and she crowed in triumph. "Ha! Take that!"
She was laughing with her head thrown back, and he used his natural speed to take advantage. He got up and tackled her midsection, quickly turning so she landed on him when they hit the ground. As soon as they were down, he rolled again, pinning her beneath him and nuzzling underneath her jaw. "You were saying?"
"No!" She was laughing and pushing at his chest. "No using sex to distract me, Dean!"
"One good reason," he demanded, laying kisses down her neck. He smiled against her skin when she arched herself slightly, giving him more of her skin to caress.
"Because, Dean, we need to focus-"
"I am focused," he murmured against her warmth.
She gave a low, throaty laugh that made something low in him tighten in response. Over a year later, she's still got me acting like a damn teenager.
The thought struck him. Over a year. They'd been together for longer than he'd ever imagined being with anything, much less a woman who loved him.
Piper was still talking, having not noticed that he wasn't paying attention. "Because, Dean, we need to stay focused. Just because we're having some R&R-"
He interrupted her with his mouth on hers. Her resistance crumbled immediately, and she molded herself to him. He swallowed her soft whimpers, angling himself against her to kiss her deeper.
A cough behind them startled Piper, and she broke away from him. Undeterred, Dean went back to kissing her neck. "Oh, um, hi, Sam!" Dean ignored his little brother and his woman to continue his ministrations.
"Hey, guys. Gross. I think I found a case. I think it's a vengeful spirit-"
"We're not going, Sammy," Dean said firmly, lifting his head to meet Piper's surprised face. "Pipes and I have things to discuss here, and we all deserve a break."
Dean heard the frown in Sam's voice, but his eyes never left Piper. "Dean, you wanting to hump each other isn't a good reason to ignore a case."
"Hey," Dean snapped, finally turning to glare at his brother. "Show some respect, Sam. I don't care how mad you are at me, don't take it out on her."
"Dean." He turned back down to look at Piper. "It's okay, come on."
"Guys," Sam snapped, "we can't just ignore the case."
Dean was starting to get angry, "God dammit, Sammy-"
"Stop it," Piper said evenly. "Both of you." She put a hand on Dean's face. "Let me up, handsome."
He stood and helped her to her feet, but didn't let her step away from him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her back against him, his chest pressing against her back.
She looked up at Sam. "I won't ignore a case, Sam, obviously. I'll get someone on it. But Dean is right, we need a break. We're need some time to… Absorb the last two weeks. We're not gonna make it running on fumes like this. Something's gotta give."
Sam glared at her. "Are you kidding me, Piper? We can't just stop looking-"
She tilted her head at him. "For what, Sam? We have no leads right now. Let's rest for a few days." She pulled out of Dean's arms, and he let her go, watching her work her magic on Sammy. "Come on, Sam, just a little rest. Two days. Please?"
Dean stifled a smile, picturing Piper's big hazel eyes looking up at Sam. Dean hadn't met a man yet who could resist her, angels included, apparently.
His little brother rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He glared at Piper, but there was no heat in his gaze. "Fine. Two days."
Dean grinned. "Starting tomorrow."
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Later that night, Dean was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, watching Piper make tacos for dinner. Her hair was pulled back and twisted around a pen, and she was wearing an old apron as she flitted around the kitchen. Every time she passed him, she went up and kissed him briefly. He was enjoying being in the way very much.
"Dean, baby, I love you, but you are right in the way."
He grinned. "I know."
She rolled her eyes. "You know, in my mother's kitchen, that behavior would get you hit with a spoon."
Dean tilted his head, watching her as she started chopping a tomato. "You don't talk about your parents much."
She smiled up at him before looking back down at her work. "No, I guess I don't. For a while, it hurt too much. And then, I guess I stopped thinking about them all the time."
"What were they like?" He asked slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But since his revelation that morning, he craved knowledge about her, about the parts of her life he didn't know about.
She smiled. "They were great. My dad did something in finances, I was never sure what he did for a living. He loved me very much in his own way, but he was the kind of man who believed the best way to show his love was by providing for us, so he was at work a lot. We weren't very close."
She had scooped the tomato pieces into a bowl, and had moved on to grating cheese. "My mother, though, we were inseparable. She was this beautiful free spirit. She always wore her hair long, and she used to wear long, flowery dresses. Mom was the kind of person who would let spiders out of the house instead of squish them."
The little sniffle she gave was his only clue that she was upset. Dean put his beer down and came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "My dad would pretend that it drove him crazy, but he was so in love with her," she continued softly, leaning back into him. "He used to say that he kept her feet on the ground and she kept his head in the clouds."
She sniffled again and looked at Dean. "She would have loved you."
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Yeah?"
She nodded and resumed grating cheese. "Oh, yeah. She used to tell me this story about a princess named Piper, and a tall, dark, handsome knight who would come to save her." Dean squeezed her lightly for a second. "But, in the end, the princess would use her own resourcefulness to save herself. The knight would fall in love with her bravery, and beg her to come away with him and marry him."
She stopped her work and turned to wrap her arms around his waist, looking up at his face. "She would have loved you, loved your courage. She would have loved to hear about us saving each other all the time." She laughed quietly, leaning in to bury her face into his chest. "She told me a handsome man would come to take me to beautiful places, but that I shouldn't go with him. Instead, I should show him the dark, dirty places, full of people in need, and that we would work together to save them."
Dean smiled. "Too late, kitten, I knew about those places."
She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. "And you were already saving people when I found you."
He was overwhelmed with emotions again. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and here she was, pressed against him, in his arms, his. He slid a hand up her back to thread his fingers through her hair, pulling her close and kissing her thoroughly. She sighed and leaned into him, opening to him when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip.
"Kids, for God's sake, not in the kitchen." Bobby grumbled from the doorway.
Dean took his time finishing kissing Piper, and he grinned when he looked down at her flushed face and swollen lips. "Let's eat."
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The next morning, Piper was standing behind Bobby, who was sitting in a chair in front of her, cutting his hair. It was something she'd started doing for him when she was in high school. It was easy, and it had made her feel like less of a burden.
Even though she didn't feel like a burden anymore, she still cut his hair regularly. "Bobby, sit still."
"Well, hurry up, I can't sit in here all day, gossiping with you."
She scoffed, putting the finishing touches on the back of his neck. "Shut up, Singer, you'd love to sit in here and gossip with me."
He hmphed. "All you'd talk about is Dean, and excuse me if I'm not up for that conversation."
She chuckled. "I would not! There's nothing to talk about."
"Well, it's been a year now."
She paused, a little surprised. "Wow, yeah, I guess it has." She smiled and stepped back. "It feels like longer."
He sighed. "How ya doin', kiddo? That idiot toeing the line?"
She grinned at Bobby getting protective. "If I could go back and tell eighteen year old me that it would be this perfect, I would have jumped his bones at Christmas."
"I did not need to know that," he said stiffly.
Piper laughed. "All right, you're done."
He stood and ran a hand down the back of his neck. "Thanks, kiddo. And I'm glad you're good."
She smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "Welcome, old man."
Sam walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raising. "What's going on?"
She turned and grinned at him. "You next, Sammy. Let's trim that hair."
His eyes widened and he held his hands up, starting to back away. "Come on, Pipe, no-"
She tilted her head back and laughed. "Sam, I just want to trim your split ends. In the chair, Gigantor." She pointed the scissors she'd picked up threateningly.
Sam sat hesitantly. "Just don't chop it all off."
They both fell silent as she worked, and she started humming again. It took longer than Bobby's, partially because she was taking her time, enjoying being with Sam.
"I missed this," Sam said quietly.
Piper smiled and nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "Me, too."
She let a few more beats of silence pass, finishing up, then, "So, we gonna talk about Ruby? Alastair? 'I'm stronger now?'"
He tensed, and she stopped to place a hand on his shoulder. "Just talk to me, Sam, come on."
She could practically feel the bitchface he pulled. "No, Piper. I'm not talking about it. End of story."
She sighed and put the scissors down. She bent at the waist and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. "I love you, idiot," she whispered in his ear. "I want you to be okay. Let me help."
He put his hands on her arms, sighing. "You can't help, Pipe. No one can."
"Sam, come on, please."
He leaned his head back against her shoulder. "No, Piper."
She frowned. Sam was harder than he used to be. She sensed that she couldn't talk him into talking to her right now. So she went for humor, hoping that she could work on him over time. "You're going down a path I cannot follow."
He laughed out loud. "Did you just Star Wars me?" She laughed with him.
"Sammy, quit macking on my girl." Dean had chosen that moment to walk into the kitchen. "What's going on here?"
Piper turned and smiled at him while Sam scoffed. "Your turn, Winchester, in the chair."
Sam stood and kissed Piper in the forehead, giving her a smile before walking out past his brother.
"My turn for what?" Dean questioned suspiciously, even as he obeyed to sit down in front of her.
She leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Haircut. Getting shaggy, baby."
He turned her head to kiss her. "You like it," he murmured against her lips.
She smiled and stood up. "Nevertheless, haircut. Sit still."
She went to work, humming softly. This was different than cutting Bobby or Sam's hair. This was surprisingly intimate. She had rarely felt more like Dean's girlfriend than she did right now.
It was over quickly, he didn't have very long hair, and she was sorry when it was done. It had felt very domestic, and for a moment she could pretend they were just Dean and Piper, normal people with normal lives.
"All right, hot stuff, you're done." She smiled when he stood and turned. She stepped around the chair to look up and run her fingers through his hair, searching for missed spots.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting her finish. "Well, you're as good looking as ever, Winchester, just less unkempt."
Her smile faded when he opened his eyes to look at her, and her heart started to race. This was the same way he'd looked at her in the yard this morning, like she was the only thing in the world. "Dean? Everything okay?"
His lips crashing down onto hers took her by surprise for a moment. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything she had. Her entire scope of focus narrowed down to the parts of her that he was touching. His lips against hers, his hard chest pressed against her soft one, his strong arms around her waist.
"Piper, God-" He murmured against her lips. She went willingly when he started pushing her backward slowly. Apparently, they weren't moving fast enough for him, because he stooped and swept her into his arms. She laughed as he strode quickly to the stairs, then to the bedroom.
She stopped laughing.
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"Sam, we'll leave tomorrow for the comic book case. Come on, movie night! It's our last night of vacation!"
Dean grinned, watching Piper work on Sam again. The last two days had passed at a leisurely pace, filled with doing normal things. Watching Pipes cook, working on cars with Bobby, driving around in his Baby with his woman under his arm. Life had been good.
He knew the next day they would be back at it. There was still some heavy shit going on, and he felt responsible. The guilt weighed him down, made it hard for him to breathe.
Piper made it easier by curling herself under his arm, running a hand up and down his leg, as if she knew what he was thinking about. She turned and smiled gently at him. "Hey, no bad thoughts. Movie night."
He pulled her tighter against him and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, okay, kitten."
The first notes of Star Wars sounded through the living room as Sam and Bobby sat down.
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Hi everyone! Here's my notes:
I own only Piper Finley, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. (heartbroken)
Reviews, comments, and kudos give me the warm fuzzies and keep me going.
If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.
**A huge thank you to Impalasapplepiegirl for the follow!
**Well, beautiful readers, updates may slow down a tad. I'm working on a new story, but am by no means leaving Dean and Piper behind. But keep an eye out for the new one, I'm super excited about it.
