A/N: Here's another between cases for you. Enjoy.
Warning: This is a sex chapter. If you don't want to read it you don't have to. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.
We've stopped for the night, somewhere in New England. Dean books two rooms and I laugh.
"What? A guy can't be hopeful?" Dean asks. "And little Sammy would be pretty upset if we kicked him out in the middle of the night." He smirks. I look over at Sam, who just rolls his eyes. We bring our bags to our rooms, and I get ready for bed. "What're you doing?" He asks with a smile.
"You said you were hopeful." I say. "That doesn't mean anything's going to happen." I smile at him. I put on pajama pants and tank top before getting under the covers. I watch, as Dean gets ready for bed. He's only in his boxers when he joins me.
"So, you rethink my hopes and dreams?" He asks. I snicker at his question.
"You remember you actually have to work for it, right?" I ask him. He thinks about it for a second. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the lust burning in them. I decide to screw with him a bit. "What if I told you that I'm too tired?" He squints his eyes at me.
"Is this some sort of test?" He asks.
"I think you already know the answer to that." I answer him.
"I guess I would just have to take a cold shower." He says. I laugh at his answer to my question.
"Well, good thing you don't have to." I comment. His face lights up with happiness. "Now, I just want to lay down some ground rules if we're going to try this relationship thing again." I see his face fall a bit. "I will allow you to flirt with other girls."
"What?" He asks. He seems very confused. I take a deep breath before explaining.
"As much as I don't like it, it's one of your best skills. And we've gotten pretty reliable leads from it a few times." I say. "But, no kissing, and no sex with anyone but me." I pause to see if he'll argue. When he doesn't I continue. "And if you want a threesome," I say trying not to cringe. "I have to be part of it, and I have to pick the third person." His eyes go wide.
"Really?" He asks. "Cuz, last time I even mentioned it, you totally freaked out."
"Yeah, but I know you." I say as I sit up in bed. "You aren't gonna be satisfied with just me forever. I have to accept that." He sits up and cradles my face with both hands.
"You don't have to just accept it, Shel." He says.
"Come on, Dean. A guy like you can't just quit everything cold turkey." I smile at him.
"Maybe, but a girl like you makes a guy like me rethink what he's doing with his life." He says. I see in his eyes that he's completely serious. "I mean, you were gonna have my kid. What else could I ask for in the woman of my dreams?" I look over at his bag and see a magazine of 'Busty Asian Beauties' sticking out of the opening.
"I don't know, maybe someone more Asian and top heavy?" I ask, still looking at the magazine peeking out of his bag. He follows my line of sight and hops out of bed. He snatches the magazine out of his bag and leaves the room. I watch the closed door in confusion. He left? What the heck? Why did he just leave without putting pants on? He comes back in the room pretty quickly. "What was that all about?"
"I gifted my skin mags to Sammy." He states. I laugh.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because I don't need them anymore."
"Why would you ever need them, you could get whoever you wanted at a nearby bar." I laugh out.
"I already have who I want." He says as he joins me on the bed again. He pulls me into a deep, loving, and long kiss. I can't help but give in. He's too good at this. Soon, we're in a full-blown make out, our tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. As we break apart to catch our breath I lay back down on the bed. He straddles my legs as he dives in to continue our kiss. Nothing is going through my mind but how his lips feel on mine.
Those lips of his leave mine and move to my jaw. He kisses all the way up to my ear, and I can't seem to catch my breath. I haven't felt like this since the last time we were together. I haven't really let anyone near me like this since then either. He stars kissing, licking, biting, down my neck. Once he gets to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder my breath hitches. I feel him smile against my skin.
I feel him grab the hem of my tank top and starts sliding it up my body. He sits me up slightly and I help him pull the fabric over my head. I laugh as he tosses it to the floor. His lips crash down on mine again as he lightly slides his hands from my hips to the bottom of my ribcage. I'm not embarrassed to be topless with him. I've been in this situation with him before. His touch brings goose bumps to my skin as I moan into the kiss.
His lips release mine and make their way to my collarbone. They travel down between my breasts and my breath hitches once again. My C cups have never been a problem for Dean. At least, he hasn't said anything to me about them not being good enough. Why try to fix what isn't broken? His hands cup and start massaging them lightly. It feels so good I let out another soft moan. He licks and kisses each of my breasts before continuing to work his way down to my naval. As his hands release my breasts, my own hands automatically replace them.
Dean makes eye contact with me as his lips ghost over the skin just above the waistband of my pajama pants. I bite my bottom lip and lift up my hips. He pulls the waistband down, and sits up to take them completely off my legs. He throws my pants to the floor. The only things left between us are my panties and his boxers. He looks back at me and stops. Both of us are breathing heavy as he just stares at me.
"What's wrong?" I ask him. My question knocks him out of his daze.
"Nothin'." He breathes. "I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life." He leans down and plants another kiss on my lips. "Now, let's shed the layers between us and make love 'til the break o' dawn." I laugh at his words and he gets off the bed to take his boxers off. I lift my hips up and slide my own panties off. I use them like a slingshot and shoot them at him. He catches them before they hit his face. "Nice aim, babe." He says. He tosses my panties to the floor and steps out of his boxers. I can't help but lick my lips as my gaze falls upon his member.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm. It is good to see you again, sex pistol." I say.
"He's cocked and loaded, baby." He says with a smirk. I laugh as he jumps onto the bed. His lips attack mine again. Geeze, what is with all this kissing? He makes his way down my chest and to my naval again. He stops again. "Hold up." He rolls off of me and gets off the bed.
"What?" I ask, starting to get a bit irritated. He searches through his bag and pulls out his wallet. He opens the wallet and bulls out a couple small packages. He tosses the wallet back in the bag and comes over to the bed again. He sits on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. He sets one of the square packets on the nightstand and opens the other one with his teeth. He takes out the contents and I smile.
"Gotta be safe, babe." He says as he slips it over his member. I get up on my knees and drape my arms around his shoulders. "I'd love for us to be parents, but…"
"I know, baby." I whisper in his ear. I kiss the skin just behind his right ear, and I hear a moan come from his lips. I can tell he was trying to hold it in as I kiss down his neck. As I make it to his right shoulder he turns around and tackles me to the bed. His arms are holding him above me with his hands resting on the bed on either side of my head.
"You don't know what you do to me, Shel." He says, breathing heavily.
"Maybe I do." I say as I bite my bottom lip again. He smirks at me as he spreads my legs. He takes my left leg and starts kissing the inside of my thigh. He works his way up from my knee, and as he gets closer to my core I can't help but let out a light moan. We make eye contact as he spreads my lips down below with his fingers. I grip the sheets at the action. We don't break eye contact as he licks my clit. I moan a bit louder than before.
As his talented tongue continues its work I can't resist the urge to throw my head back into the pillows. It doesn't take long for the fire in my belly to ignite. I am so close to the edge when he stops his ministrations. I try to catch my breath as he softly kisses his way up my stomach and chest. His lips meet mine once again, and I can taste myself. The fire calms down only a small amount before I feel his fingers at my opening. He slips one in and I moan into the kiss. He moves it in and out and I start moving my hips to meet his fingers. As he slips a second finger in our kiss breaks and I moan out loud.
"Dean." I moan his name as he starts kissing, licking, and biting at my neck. I am almost at the edge once again, when he pulls his fingers from me. I whimper at the loss. He sits up, between my legs and licks the fingers that had been inside me. "Isn't that gross?" I ask him between breaths.
"I don't know, it tastes kinda sweet to me." He says. It seems like he's taking forever to get back to me.
"Dean." I say.
"Yeah?" He says looking into my deep navy blue eyes.
"I need you." I whimper. He smiles and leans over me to whisper in my ear.
"What do you need me for, babe?" He teases.
"I need you inside me." I lick my lips as he pulls back to look me in the eye again.
"As you wish." He says. He sits back on his knees to line himself up with my entrance. I link my legs around him. He leans forward to kiss me again as he thrusts into me. I moan into the kiss. He doesn't move the lower half of his body as he waits for me to adjust to him. I feel a tear escape my eye. He sees this and kisses it away. "You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I say. I wait another moment before I move my hips to let him know I'm ready. He kisses my neck as he pulls out and thrusts back in. It is the best feeling I have ever felt in my life. "Oh, Dean." I moan out loud. "Dean." Again. "Oh, yeah!" Again. "Oh, God!" And again. Louder and louder.
"That's my girl." He moans in my ear. "Say my name again."
"Dean." I moan. Following his orders. Our hips meet over and over again as the fire in my belly burns hotter than it did before. I feel like I'm about to explode. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna…" I try to say.
"I know, baby, me too." He says in my ear. Two more thrusts and both of us are riding out the explosion of ecstasy. The euphoric feeling blinds me as I completely relax into the bedding. I feel Dean's sex pistol leave me, and I whimper. He rolls onto his back next to me. "Wow." I hear him say as the room comes back into focus. I turn my head to look at him. "I forgot how good it feels when I'm with you." He says. I chuckle as I catch my breath.
"I was just about to say the same thing, gun slinger." He laughs and pulls the covers over us. He pulls me to him, and I end up half on top of him as our legs intertwine beneath the sheets.
"Good night." He says as he kisses the top of my head, resting on his chest.
"Night." I muster before I slip into a deep sleep.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? This is my first ever attempt at writing a sex scene. I hope it was okay. I would love to know what you think of this chapter and of the story so far. I love reading reviews. Also, I was gonna have them say that they love each other before going to sleep, but the relationship they have in my head doesn't need those words to be said out loud all the time.