Chapter 2; Flames
Time had progressed and Joanna and Dean were beginning to get to know each other pretty well and were soon discovering things about each other, learning facts and insights on each other and their families. They generally did this late at night, clocking up extortionate phone bills of which both parents would complain about. However, neither of them cared.
As the days past and they eventually began to go on more, frequent dates, it became more than just a little peck on the cheek. Dean was a confident male and as the date ended, he took the first step towards closing the gap between the pair and was willingly ready to kiss her. She didn't mind though; she was all too willing to make the next step and press her lips to his for a short, sweet moment. Her cheeks became pink, and he gave a slight smirk, and brushed his hand down her arm and bid her farewell, telling her that they would see each other again.
And they did.
They saw each other the very next day, this time, their relationship excelling even further.
Dean pressed breathy kisses to her neck as he pushed down her plaid shirt that covered her plain white vest, sucking the flesh gently to leave a soft bruise to show that he had marked her and that she was now his. Jo didn't complain though- not in the slightest. She blushed slightly, but she didn't let her somewhat embarrassment ruin the mood. This is what she wanted, this is what he wanted. A little bit of a blush wasn't going to ruin the mood. Soon enough, they were stripped down to their undergarments and that was all that was left to cover their smooth skin, fingers tracing over the contours and dips in their bodies, the contrast of calloused on smooth. It was a strange, but pleasant feeling.
Soon enough, they were panting for breath, gasping and whispering sweet nothings to each other as they ended in a bundle of sweat and laughter, the flames dampening to a dwindling fire in each of their hearts.
"I love you, Joanna Beth. I do. And I'd really like it if you'd be my girlfriend." He whispered in her ear, kissing her temple. She simply laughed, and he felt a little offput from asking the question, now that she was laughing at him. Although, she nodded and accepted the offer. "Were you going to suggest that we had sex for nothing, Dean Winchester?" She gasped over-dramatically, but wore a cheerful and playful smile on her face that lit up her face, Dean mirroring her expressions as he smiled too, happy for the first time in quite a while. He shook his head. "I could never suggest that we would have sex for nothing, Miss Harvelle. That would be out of the question!" He mocked, grinning as he played about with her, the two of them laughing and rolling on the bed, limbs still tangled together, fused, almost due to their sweat causing them to be sticky. Neither of them really cared, though.
After an intense hour, they laid there together, whispering small things to each other as they brushed their fingers along each other's arms, drawing patterns and admiring how one another looked. Within those small moments, they began to fall in love, and they fell asleep knowing that; their relationship was going to be just fine.