Lily sat close to Dean in the car. He kept his arm around her, or on her leg, for most of the trip. They just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It wasn't necessarily sexual, though neither of them would have minded being alone with a bed during that time, but they wanted the connection. Together, they had created another living thing, and they were both happy. No doubts.
Lily found it odd that Dean wanted a girl so badly. She pictured him wanting someone to carry on the family name. A son to look up to him the way he looked up to John. She would talk to him about it, but not while he was driving. She wanted any talk about the baby to be done without distraction.
She focused on finding out where he was taking her. He was being too secretive, and it was driving her crazy.
"So, where are we going, again?"
"Lebanon, Kansas."
"And... what's there?"
"The place we're going," he said with a smile.
"Why are you being so mysterious about this?"
"It's a surprise. If I tell you all about it, it won't be a surprise."
"You will tell me," she said confidently. She slid back to the passenger side of the seat and folded her arms.
"Oh, I will?"
"Yes, you will."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because if you don't tell me, you'll be sleeping alone tonight."
"Who are you kidding?" Dean laughed. "You wanted to jump me back at the cabin. You can't resist me," he said with a smile.
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"It's on, Winchester."
"Oh, it's on."
A few minutes later, Dean's phone rang. It was Sam, calling from Lily's car, just behind them on the road.
"You two fighting?" Sam asked.
"No. Why do you think we're fighting?"
"Lily went from practically being in your lap to the other side of the seat. What's up?"
"She's pouting because I won't tell her where we're going."
"I'm not pouting," Lily said.
"You're pouting, sweetheart."
"Maybe I'll share a room with Kevin when we get to the motel," Lily said. "I'm used to being alone with him."
"Are you crazy?"
"What? It's innocent. Separate beds... and you don't get to try to tempt me."
Sam could hear the exchange, and he could tell from their playful tones that they were fine.
"Okay, Dean," Sam said, "I'm hanging up now."
Dean didn't register right away that Sam hung up. He was too busy sparring with Lily.
"You're not sharing a room with anyone but me... the father of your baby."
"You keep bringing up the baby," Lily said with a small smile. "You really are happy about it, aren't you?"
He realized then that Sam hung up, so he put his phone away and reached out for her hand, She took it and gave it a squeeze.
"I am," he said.
Lily scooted over to him again and kissed his cheek. When she pulled away, he had a smirk on his face.
"See," he said. "You can't resist."
"Oooh..." Lily grunted and punched him in the shoulder before moving back to her side of the seat.
Dean just laughed.
"Go ahead and laugh," Lily said. "It'll be the best workout you get tonight."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
Dean turned the radio up, and Lily smiled at him before turning to look out of the window. He teased her occasionally, saying that she wasn't able to look at him because she would want to give in. She would shake her head and punch his arm playfully.
They pulled into a motel around midnight. Sam went in and got two rooms while the others got the bags they would need for the night from the trunks. Dean stopped at the first room, and Lily smiled at him as she walked past. He reached out and grabbed her arm after he opened the door.
"I don't think so," he said as he pulled her into the room and closed the door. "You're bunkin' with me."
"What if I don't wanna bunk with you?"
"Oh, you do." He leaned in to kiss her, but she twisted out of his arms.
"I'm gonna go shower. And don't pick the lock to get in here," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Dean smiled. She knew him far too well. He would leave her be... for now.
Steam emerged like a cloud as she opened the door when she was done. She couldn't get dressed in the small, steam-filled bathroom, so she wrapped her towel around her and walked to one of the beds. The one that didn't have Dean's things on it, closest to the bathroom. She used another towel to dry herself as she cooled down.
Dean casually grabbed his things, pretending not to notice her in the towel. He was sure she wasn't trying to torture him, but if she were, it would have worked. The time wasn't right yet. Her challenge was still hanging in the air between them. She would be moaning his name before the night was over, but he had to make the move at the right time.
After his shower, he found Lily in bed, reading. He climbed in next to her, but didn't touch her. He knew she was waiting for that. He also knew that she would make one more trip to the bathroom before she turned the lights out for the night. She did that on those nights they didn't fall asleep in each other's arms after making love. That's when he would get her... when she thought he had given up.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he said. He kissed her gently and turned his back to her, as if going to sleep.
Just as he knew she would, she eventually put her book away and went into the restroom. He got out of bed and leaned against the corner of the wall by the bathroom door. She wouldn't see him until she was walking back to the bed.
When she came out, Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
"I knew you went to bed too easy," she said.
"Come on," he said. "Don't withhold my favorite thing from me."
"What, sex?"
"No... you."
"While I'd like to believe you, I get the feeling you're just trying to break me."
She pulled away, turning to walk to the bed, but Dean pulled her back into him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck from behind.
"You know how to get what you want," she said. "Tell me where we're going."
"I wanna surprise you. Is that so wrong? Besides," he said as he kissed her neck again, "you know you want me."
"No, I don't."
"You wanna feel me against you... my hands moving over your body... in your hair... roaming down your sides... pulling your hips against mine."
His hands mimicked his words, and Lily tilted her head as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. When he pulled her hips back into him, she felt his arousal and knew he wasn't just trying to break her. He really wanted her.
"You wanna feel me on top of you..." His voice was soft and deep, his breath warm against her ear. "Inside of you."
Lily grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. "I already have you inside of me."
"Not the fun part," he said with a grin.
Dean turned her around in his arms and captured her mouth with his. She didn't fight. She let him kiss her. His hands were once again on her hips, pulling her against him.
"Come on, baby," he whispered against her mouth. "Let me love you."
His hand cupped her breast through her shirt and her resolve melted away. She kissed him back so passionately that it surprised him at first.
"You win," she whispered.
"So do you," Dean said. He pulled her shirt up over her head, leaving her in just her panties. After he picked her up and placed her on the bed, he removed the panties as well.
Lily moved up the bed and lay down with her head on the pillow. Dean hovered over her as he kissed her.
"You comfy?" he asked.
When she nodded, Dean moved down her body, placing light kisses down her neck and breasts. He didn't linger long there, which made Lily groan. His head was suddenly between her legs, his mouth covering her. His tongue teased at her flesh, and she arched her back. She put one of her legs over his shoulder and grasped at his hair. He removed her hand from his hair and laced their fingers together. With his lips pressed firmly against her, he moaned, sending a pleasurable wave through her body.
Dean let go of her hand to hold her hips in place as she began to writhe beneath him. He left the spot and moved up her body, covering her breast with his mouth. Her body jerked slightly at the change of sensation, and Dean smiled. He positioned himself to enter her, which he did slowly. So slowly, that Lily practically begged.
"Dean... please..."
"It's coming, baby. Take it slow."
Lily couldn't hold out much longer. She wrapped her legs around him and used the leverage to thrust upward to meet his hips, effectively pulling him inside of her.
"Son of a bitch," Dean let out in a harsh breath.
Lily's eyes slammed closed, but she forced them open and stared into Dean's.
"Take me, Tiger."
Dean kissed her hard, and she loosened her legs, letting them fall from his waist. He quickened his pace, only to slow again. When Lily began to moan, he regained speed. She screamed his name, muffled by his mouth on hers. Her body shook and squeezed him tightly, and he was soon spent.
He held her close and turned them onto their sides, not quiet ready to leave her warmth. He smoothed her hair back as he kissed her deeply, with what little breath he had left.
"You were right," Lily said. "I win, too."