Clara opened the door and made a sweeping motion with her hands as they walked into the small studio apartment. "Welcome to the Clara bed and well... bed." She said, laughing a little and tossing her bag onto the table by the front door. It was not anything special, rather average to be honest. Complete with a black folding partisan to close off the area she called her bedroom and a towel as a door to the bathroom. The strange part to her apartment though was that despite the plentiful pictures and art on the wall, none of them were personal ones. They were either random black and white prints, or photographs she had taken of things in her travels. Not one of them were her and friends or even family. There was only on picture of her and family resting on the stand next to the couch that somehow Dean had managed to find on his exploration.
"It's the one family picture that I actually have of all of us." Clara said as she walked over to Dean and looked at the picture of her and another other woman with a small child hanging from the older woman's leg and two men wrestling in the background. "It was years ago but it captures the family perfectly." She explained, her voice sounding like a mixture of every emotion. It really was not the time to spill her heart out to a stranger right now. Especially one that would most likely be gone in the morning. So she did the next best thing and took the picture from his hands carefully and placed it back on the stand, standing close to him. "So I have seen and felt what you would can do to me in public. Now, what are you going to do now that we are in private?" Clara asked as she bit her lip and touched his hands with hers.
Before she could say anything else Dean was reaching behind and carefully untying the carefully braided hair, setting the blonde wavy locks free to cascade down her shoulders. Backing them up till Clara's back was against the door, his hands quickly grabbing her wrists in a hand and pinning them above. Pinning her hips to the wall with his, stopping any movement while pressing their bodies close. She could feel everything, and it felt very promising. A smirk spread across Dean's face as his beautiful green eyes met Clara's blue ones, lips hovering inches from her's, begging to be kissed. "I think you're about to find out their sweetheart." He said, slowly leaning forward and closing the distance. A smile spread across Clara's lips as she nipped at Dean's bottom lip, trying to deepen the kiss and explore that beautiful mouth again. God, his lips felt good against her's, moving in all the right ways... All she could do was move her lips with Dean's as the kiss grew deeper. A small gasp left Clara's mouth when his hips ground down and pressed her further into the wall. Sparing no time, he took full advantage of this chance and darted his tongue into her mouth.
Clara got so lost in the feeling of his tongue tangling with hers that she barely noticed the zipper of her dress slowly come undone. It had been so long since Clara had been kissed like this that she really had no idea how to react besides melting into the kiss. To be completely honest a kiss had never really got her this worked up before, she had never been reduced to a giggling schoolgirl by a single damn kiss. Clara made quick work of his jacket, slipping it off those broad shoulders with ease, her hands moving under that fitted t-shirt, feeling the muscles flex under the soft touches. His muscles were so firm that she could not help but squeeze them. Which considering his obvious love for a greasy diet was a surprise. Eager to actually see more, Clara broke the kiss and slowly pulled the shirt over his head. Clara's eyes moved down his chest and she could not keep the smile off her face. He was not ripped, no his muscles were padded a little with the greasy food. Yet they were beautiful, sinfully beautiful.
When Clara looked up at his face and was greeted with that cocky smirk, she just could not resist the chance to wipe it off that beautiful face. They just stood there for a moment before Clara moved her hips against him as much as his hands would allow, groaning a little at the friction. Dean tightened his grip a little, quickly lifting Clara up off the ground and pressing her firmly into the door. Legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was deeper and more passionate than the other kiss, their tongues dancing together as her hands moved up his back and pulled him close. She closed her eyes and just let herself get lost in the feeling of his skin, the way his tongue was exploring her mouth... everything was so overwhelming that Clara just felt like she was in a sensory overload and all thoughts left her mind.
Clara was so lost in everything that she did not notice when her back left the door till Dean's lips pulled away. She locked eyes with Dean's as her back slowly was laid down on the bed. Watching at her feet as Dean crawled up so their faces were next to each other, his body hovering over her. The sight of those now dark eyes looking into her's with that hungry look in them was enough to almost make Clara's heart stop. "What to do with you first?" He asked himself his eyes roaming down, breaking the eye contact as they roamed to her chest. "What to do." Dean pondered, one of his hands moving from its spot next to her head supporting his weight. Slowly she felt his hand moved under her, making quick work of the clasp of the bra standing between them. Her skin did not even get a chance to feel the cold before Dean's hands were covering it, caressing and squeezing.
A small moan left Clara's mouth as his fingers pinched her nipples, working them till they were hard like pebbles. His hands were calloused and rough, but the touches soft and careful. The contrast was enough to make her breathing speed up on its own, but when he took one of the nipples in his mouth... any thought process that existed was lost as she arched her back and gripped the sheets tightly while his tongue started to swirl around. By the time that Dean had worked on both sides and was satisfied with his work, she was ready to pounce on him right there. "You keep teasing me like this and I may just pounce on you," Clara said as her hands moved from the sheets they were clutching and onto Dean's back, gripping onto the soft skin tightly.
Clara's hips rocked against him a little, desperately seeking friction. Moaning softly when she felt his bulge pressing against her. They both groaned at the new friction between the two of them. "You couldn't have let me win the game could you?" She asked breathlessly, taking a deep breath as he got off the bed and pulled her to the edge; just watching him as her legs dangled off the bed. "Going to continue what you started earlier?" Clara asked as she grinned at Dean and bit her lip a little as his eyes wandered over her body. Almost making her feel self-conscious with the attention.
"I'm going to finish all right," Dean said as he settled himself between her legs, nipping and kissing his way up the soft skin. She bit her lip, trying to calm her racing heart as he moved further up the soft skin. His lips felt sinfully good against Clara's skin but she wanted more, her hips wiggled a little as he got to her upper thigh and moved over to the other leg. God, at this rate she was going to go insane with need by the time his lips reached their destination. A soft whine left Clara's mouth as he spread her legs out wider and held them in place with his hands. "Good things come to those who wait." He said chuckling a little bit, causing Clara to shake her head as she let out a puff of air, leaning back on the pillows. She did not get long to think before all rational thought process left her as fast of the flick of a tongue.
Dean's tongue flicked at her clit, causing a loud moan to leave her mouth, fingers weaving into his hair and pulling him closer. Her grip tightened and a soft cry filled the room when he alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking. "Oh God." She gasped, and rocked her hips into Dean's face, feeling that build up starting. It was not long before he stopped sucking and she let out a huff of air, looking down at him and seeing a mischievous smirk on his face. He slowly moved his attention back to her, this time plunging that warm tongue deep inside. Clara could not even form words anymore, all she could do was moan as her hands gripping Dean's head tighter, pulling at his hair roughly. The way his tongue moved inside her, the spots he hit mercilessly... God this man had a talented mouth.
She felt him replace that wonderful tongue with fingers, pumping quickly as his mouth returned to its previous spot. All that had been built up through the whole thing, with the added thrusting it all started to spiral almost instantly. A loud cry filled the room as Clara tossed her head back, arching off the bed and gasping for air. "That was worth the wait," Clara said breathlessly, her breathing heavy and uneven as she tried to catch her breath. Slumping back down to the bed and smiling like a fool. She smiled at Dean as he moved back up her body, trailing soft kisses. Lightly pulling her limp body to the pillows before climbing off the bed. Clara could not help but bite her lip as she watched Dean strip down in front of her that tan skin exposed to the world. Those firm muscles flexing as he moved, no doubt putting on a show for her. The man looked for lack of a better word, exquisite and she had only seen his back so far.
When Dean turned around to face Clara she was definitely not disappointed at the sight that met her eyes. He obviously saw her very obvious visual exploration of his body, that cocky smirk on his face showed it clearly. "You like what you see?" Dean asked, crawling back on the bed and moving on top of her. Settling between her legs as he opened the foil package with his teeth and grinned. She felt her heart sped up when he brushed against her entrance, slowly sliding inside, filling her inch by inch. A soft groan left her lips at the feeling of him deep inside. It was Dean's turn to groan as he started moving inside her, starting out painfully slow. She wrapped her legs around him and urged him to speed up, on the verge of begging for more.
"You know being a little rough never hurts," Clara said as she moved a hand to the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. The kiss was deep and rough as he started thrusting faster, almost pulling all the way out of her before thrusting back inside her. She moaned loudly arching her back a little as the headboard hit the wall, over and over again. Clara's muscles clenched as she started to feel that warmth building in the pit of her stomach again. Dean's movements got faster as a loud groan left his chest. The room was filled with moans and the thud of the headboard against the wall.
When Dean changed his angle Clara could not stop the loud cry that left her mouth as he hit that sweet spot. Her head was thrown back, nails digging into him as he hit that spot relentlessly. The combination of his rough thrusts and those sinful noises coming from Dean brought her to the edge fast and hard. An overwhelming pleasure swept over Clara as she came completely undone underneath him. His thrusts grew faster and more erratic as he started rubbing her clit. Clara gasped feeling her over sensitive nerves go into overdrive, with no warning she cried out loudly clinging to Dean as he tightened his grip around her. Both of their cries filling the room as Clara held on for dear life.
She panted heavily as Dean collapsed on top of her, both of them panting for air. It was quiet for a while, both of them just trying to catch their breaths. Clara looked over at Dean and smiled when he looked over at her. "If that's the kind of things that you are going to do, feel free to take control anytime you want," Clara said, smirking as she rolled onto her side and watched Dean, getting a deep chuckle from him. He rolled over so he was on his back, pulling her into his chest. "It's amazing how good sex can put a smile on even the grumpiest of faces." She said, curling up to Dean's side and resting her head on his chest.
Dean's chest rose and fell as he sighed softly, smiling a little when she looked over at him. "Well, good sex is pretty much a pick me up for almost anything." He said, wrapping an arm around Clara, tracing his fingers along her back. She smiled softly at Dean and just laid there as his calloused fingers traced patterns on the soft skin. "To be honest with you I didn't really come into the bar with the intention of coming out with a beautiful woman," Dean said, as Clara raised an eyebrow at Dean and watched as his eyes moved to the ceiling. Looking like whatever was on his mind before was coming back inside. Whatever it was obviously must have been eating at him if the post buzz of sex could be dampened by it. She knew the look, trying not to think about something that won't stop nagging you to pay attention to it.
All Clara wanted was a distraction today, she was not actually expecting to care about what was tormenting Dean. This was very dangerous territory to even approach. She smiled and carded one of her hands through his hair, getting him to look over. His eyes looking calm and cool again like someone had hidden all the emotion from them. Emotional distance, you cannot care about this. "If it makes you feel better I wasn't intending to bring anyone back here either." She said, chuckling a little and watching him smile back at her. "Honestly, I've been in need of a distraction lately," Clara said as she ran her fingers down his face and scratched a little at the stubble. Try to keep her own distracting thoughts from leaking into her mind.
When he tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow she knew that she had said enough to peak his curiosity. Which was going to mean she was going to share more, possibly getting attached to the man that would leave when they got out of bed. Then it hit her, he would leave. No sticking around and giving awkward looks or that pity that everyone gave her. Even if he did it would not be for long. Maybe telling him what bothered her would not be that bad of an idea. However, it was Dean that surprised Clara by opening up first. "I know the feeling, it's hard to find a distraction when everything reminds you of how messed up things are now," Dean said as he sighed, his hand rubbing circles up and down her back. Calming any unease she had with the simple gesture.
"Honestly, I find that the more I try to distract myself the worse it gets. I think as hard as it is going to be. You just have to face these things head on. I just don't think I'm ready for that yet, though." Clara said as she shook her head and looked away from Dean for a moment and tried to keep the emotions inside from becoming overwhelming. She looked back up at him to see he was still looking at her. A thoughtful look in his eyes this time as he gave her a small smile. Her eyes lit up as she came up with a plan to cheer both of them up and take their minds off of the demons floating around inside them. "You up for round two?" She asked, lifting her head up and grinning at him. Just seeing his eyes darken a little and that damn smirk returned, giving her as much of an answer as she needed. Clara moved so she was straddling Dean and giving him a smirk of her own as his hands moved to her hips. "It's my turn now," Clara said, leaning down and kissing him softly as her hands ran down his arms.