Dean Winchester (
weary_head) wrote2008-03-31 09:49 pm
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Midnight found Dean wandering, this time with a bottle of booze. Its quality was as dubious as its color (somewhere between pink and a watery melon), but it did the trick, and Dean thanked the life that had enabled him to sneak so easily into the Hub and steal it away with every burning swallow.
He didn't go to the waterfall this time. Sam had found him there too easily. Strange, that it should be harder than ever to talk to Sam about the deal now that he knew. No burden had been lifted, only another settled on top of the first, and the weight of Sam's disappointment and grief was more than Dean could bear most evenings. Gulping down another awful swallow, he wondered if he'd ever sleep a night through again.
And so it was that he found himself at Angua's hut. He told himself that he wanted to see her new digs, which was true. Why he needed to see them at this time of night, he didn't bother making excuses for. He was too busy making a hell of a lot of noise tripping over her front step.
He didn't go to the waterfall this time. Sam had found him there too easily. Strange, that it should be harder than ever to talk to Sam about the deal now that he knew. No burden had been lifted, only another settled on top of the first, and the weight of Sam's disappointment and grief was more than Dean could bear most evenings. Gulping down another awful swallow, he wondered if he'd ever sleep a night through again.
And so it was that he found himself at Angua's hut. He told himself that he wanted to see her new digs, which was true. Why he needed to see them at this time of night, he didn't bother making excuses for. He was too busy making a hell of a lot of noise tripping over her front step.
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Face to face now, Dean leaned forward, touching the tip of his nose to hers and hoping he could kiss her again.
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"Damn," Angua whispered, their faces so close she could feel his breath. She brought a leg around his and closed the distance with a kiss, urging his lips open with her tongue.
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What wasn't enjoyable was the ever increasing pressure at his groin, and his fingers snaked down between them to flick the button of his jeans open, the ensuing sigh of relief very nearly pornographic.
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"Dean," she whispered, a silent plea in her eyes. If he did it for her, it wouldn't be her choice alone.
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The silk was soft, but she was softer still beneath, and Dean pulled them down and away slowly, Angua still snug against his body and not so exposed.
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And then she was naked. She pressed her nose to Dean's jaw. "Your turn," she whispered.
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Nothing felt better than taking his jeans off at the end of a long day, except for when somebody else was doing it for him.
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She kissed down his chest, swirled her tongue along his skin, and reached both hands down for his jeans. "Lift your hips," she instructed as she unzipped, and when he did she began to pull them, and whatever he wore underneath, off.
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"Oh, frisky," he grinned, lowering his bare bottom back to the sheets. He didn't think a thing of being naked with her. Skin to skin was infinitely easier than heart to heart, and always had been.
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"Tell me you want it," she murmured, her mouth hovering close to his.
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"Oh god, yes," Dean breathed out, tightening his hands around her slim shoulders. He could feel the warm core of her settled against his hip, and he lifted them again, panting when he slid against her belly.
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It was a little terrifying how badly she wanted him, so she wasted no time directing him to her entrance. She raised up a little and then slowly, slowly lowered herself down.
"Gods," she moaned, lowering her head.
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His breath left him in a hiss, his hands stealing down to wrap around her hips as she sank down. "Fuck, Angua."
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"Dean," she moaned, before pressing her mouth to his, raising her hips, and lowering them once more in one single, slow movement.
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