Disclaimer: said it 11 times, and I'll say it again. Any SN elements are Kripke's, any songs belong to their writers, and the rest is MINE! ALL MINE! Songs used were Papa Roach- To Be Loved and 3 Doors Down- Here By Me
A/N this chapter dedicated to feralpixc, for reminding me that one should never be ashamed of going into detail.
Blue MoonChapter 12: Sorry I Tried To Eat You
I want domination
I want your submission
I see you're not resisting
To this temptation
My skin was twitching like a heroin addict, dancing along the surface, as I stared up at Dean. Silently waiting for his answer. Did anyone think to bring the tranq gun?
"Sam, go wait in the car."
He gave us the 'never-ever-tell-me' look and did as Dean ordered. Good. Because, even without the beast, seeing him shirtless was enough to almost rob me of my self-control. And lets be honest, I don't have much of that to begin with.
I didn't need to. Dean's hands went to my wrists pulling me to my feet and drowning me in another one of his fiery kisses. My beast practically sighed with relief. Sexual tension, its not a healthy thing.
My lips were bruised from the ferocity of his own as his mouth moved on to my neck, tasting, and nipping the sensitive spot along my collarbone. It was then I realized my shirt was gone, or rather Dean's. The only thought that crossed my mind at this realization was Dean was wearing too many clothes and oh dear God where did he learn to do that!?
His hands had taken to kneading my breast, those talented fingers pulling just enough to rip a cry from my throat. Pain is really just a very high amount of pleasure a selected few can enjoy. At the right times, I'm one of them.
His mouth was on them now, tongue taking the right and flicking along the tanned tip until it rose to attention, painful and aching.
My own hands were tracing the fine muscles of him, from those perfect pectorals down to his carved out abs, until they met their journeys end. The waistband of his jeans, which I wanted to rip from his body. A small part of me whispered something about getting pulled over for indecent exposure due to lack of pants. Then the beast swallowed that voice.
I tugged at the offending material, demanding it to vanish. The action tore a laugh from Dean, deep and hoarse with his passion. With his hands in my own, we removed the blasphemous denim, and fell to floor, Dean riding on top of me.
I could feel him pressed hard and ready into my torso as he kissed his way down to where my pale stomach ended and lower things began.
Determined to give back some of what I was receiving, I shoved him to a sitting position, capturing one of those dark, sensitive peaks in my lips and giving it a sharp nip. He cried out above me, and I smiled as I massaged it with lips and tongue, content with his moans. Foreplay always was my specialty.
However, my time was short enjoyed. The beast rose from the depths like some dark leviathan, demanding we take him, or suffer the consequences. Somewhere along the way my left hand had wrapped itself around his velvet length, giving it a generous squeeze, and tearing another shout from above, still different from the others. It had the potential of being an amusing game some day when my beast wasn't riding me: how many noises could Dean make?
My eyes burned, and their frozen hues looked up into Dean's own, which now blazed a shade of green, dark with desire, as I fought to form a few coherent words.
"Dean…please.."
It was all the encouragement he needed, and in one swift move, he was filling me, stretching me in every direction. He moved above me in a sort of push up position, the muscles of his biceps flexed taught as he thrust inside me, harder and faster then I believed was humanly possible.
Someone was crying out, and was me, chanting his name and mix of other jarbled phrases like some Latin dirge. Oh God, Dean, fuck, yes, please, Dean!
It became a carnal worship of bodies, older then time itself. My legs wrapped around his waist, my mouth kiss and nipping everything in its reach. Hands seeking skin, moving, faster, in, out, breathing, can't forget that. My brain only had but one thought: More.
Without forewarning our pretense it slammed into me, and I rode every wave of pleasure. I felt Dean's rhythm falter before he followed me into that sweet abyss. Technicolor fireworks exploded in my eyes. I couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't feel anything except but this moment of bliss. All those sappy books about body's becoming one were suddenly less sappy and more non-fiction. Our hearts beat in perfect sync, breathing erratic.
I never knew how long we lay like that, caked in sweat, neither of us willing to move. When my brain worked again, it felt guilty for the undoubtedly bored as hell Sam waiting in the Impala.
Sorry I can't always find the words to say
But everything I've ever known gets swept away
Inside of your love
I did not want to move.
Unfortunately, Sam was in car, probably reading some effed up book like To Kill A Mockingbird. Better go save him from crappy literature.
"Dean?" Jesse asked as I finally withdrew from her, lying beside her with my elbow supporting me. I cocked and eyebrow at the question.
"Yeah?"
"I kinda love you."
I couldn't help but smile down at her, kissing her squarely on the lips.
"Good. Cause, I kinda love you too."
She laughed, and the sound of it was something I never I wanted to stop hearing.
"Good to know. Now, where did my, er, your, shirt go?"
I've got another confession
I fell to temptation
And there is no question
There was some connection
I've got to follow my heart
No matter how far
I've gotta roll the dice
Never look back and never think twice
I slid into the backseat, masking a laugh with a cough. It was a laugh, ok, NOT a giggle.
Sam politely dog-eared the page and slid a worn copy of To Kill A Mockingbird under the seat.
Damnit. We were going to have to talk, him and I. My mind not able to form a coherent sentence, still sort of hazy after that amazing bout of sex, I said what I was thinking.
"Hi Sam. Sorry I tried to eat you." And some how managed to say it with a smile and a slightly cheerful tilt to my voice.
He turned in his seat as Dean revved the precious Impala, the purr of the engine making my body vibrate in the seat beneath Dean's massive shirt. It managed to fall down to my knees, so as long as I crossed my legs, I was safe. Lets hear it for yeti-sized boyfriends!
"Its ok," he replied with his usual little nervous grin.
"Sorry I..uh…tried to kill you."
I couldn't help but laugh at his unease as we pulled out of the driveway and onto the gravel road.
"Apology accepted," and we shook on it.
The only sounds in the car was Dean's AC/DC tape, and me singing to it, until Sam spoke up one last time.
"Oh, and Jesse?"
"Yeah Sam?"
"You owe me a shirt."
And everything I have in this world
And all that I'll ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me
It was late enough when we got back to the house that I had to carry Jesse inside. Explained why the singing abruptly stopped back there, much to my disappointment too. What can I say, babe's got a damn good voice.
I set her down on the bed and gave her a shot of her medicine, just to be safe. As I threw the needle away she began to stir.
"What the…am I kidnapped again?" she asked, running a hand through her crimson hair, while rubbing her eyes with the other.
"No, your in your bedroom. How are you feeling?"
"Starving. Haven't really eaten all day, what with my options being poisoned meat or start gnawing on myself."
"Did you?"
"No! And given our earlier…activities, I think you would have noticed if I did."
"Good point," I laughed. Only we could joke about self-cannibalism.
At that moment Sam came in, carrying a plate of sandwiches.
"FOOD!" Jesse shouted with joy, leaping off the bed and snatching one off the plate.
Sam cocked an eyebrow at her as I watched.
"I thought you were tired," said the younger Sasquatch.
"I was. But then food and my stomach went all YIPEE and now it's a happy stomach."
We shared a look, an amused 'she's cute but psycho' look.
"Ugg…my head feels all..funny," she muttered before her eyes grew wide.
"What did you GIVE me?"
"Just your night meds," I said, putting my hands up in innocence. "Why?"
She held her forehead in one hand, shaking it slowly, her voice muffled as she spoke.
"I'm not supposed to have Haloperidol without having Ativan first."
"Well…what happens if you don't?" Sam asked, ruffling his hair, his annoying nervous habit.
She opened her mouth to speak, index finger pointed to the ceiling as if to declare something, but all that came out was a giggle.
Jesse never giggled. Ever. It was almost creepy.
It continued for another minute or so until her face sobered, skin shinning with tears of laughter.
"That."
An hour later she finally came down, passed out on the couch sometime in the middle of Dracula 2000.
Sam had left the room, something about a drink. I wasn't exactly listening. But with Jesse curled up asleep next to me, can you really blame me?
Yeah, you can't, admit it. I mean, cmon, just look at her. The way her fiery locks tumble around like some natural curtain, and how her lips part just so. She looked so…peaceful. Content even.
"You're so in love with her."
I looked up at my brother, standing in the doorway with a long-neck in hand. Nodding, I laughed and let out a sigh.
"Yeah, I am."
"Your so screwed dude."
"I know."
"I'm gonna hit the sack. Let me know what your plan is in the morning, or should I say afternoon?"
"Haha, real witty there college boy."
Truth is, he had a damn good point. I didn't have a plan, hell not even a real clear idea. But as I took her up to bed and laid down beside her, I realized it didn't matter. As long as I had her right here by me.
(Can you believe theres only one more chapter? thats right! then I can finally label it as COMPLETE! but have no fear, or possibly have fear, for the sequel will be posted same time as all my updates, week or less later. Now go leave me LOVE for that was my first smex scene I've ever posted. Ever.)