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It was the clothes box's fault.

Really.

Tired of his own threadbare collection, Dean had been digging for underwear, hand thrust elbow deep into the clothing box. He didn't expect his fingers to land upon satin. He sure didn't expect to pull said satin out and find it took the form of panties.

"Ho-ly shit," Dean exhaled, pulling them out to stretch in front of him. They were a few sizes too large for Angua, and that was a damn shame. He liked satin panties. Pink satin ones in particular, which, come to think of it, he thought he'd seen in Angua's clothes drawer back at the hut, though they'd yet to make an appearance on her body. And Angua was out on patrol.

This presented Dean with some intriguing possibilities.

Forgetting his own shortage of boxers, Dean booked it back to the hut, crossing straight to their room and opening the door. No one was inside, and Dean went to the dresser, looking around one last time before he pulled the top drawer open.

And there they were.

Pink satin panties, right on top, silky and alluring in the same way Rhonda Hurley's had been when she'd made him...Dean brought that line of thinking to a halt, clamping down hard on a nervous giggle.

Still.

He was here.

And they were here.

Reaching down, Dean brushed a finger over the smooth material, blushing to the roots of his hair even as he began to grin.

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"Hey," said Dean without any real heat, holding still and watching her hands as they moved over him. Christ, even the whisper of denim when her fingertips brushed against his jeans turned him on. "Don't insult the man you're about to stuff into panties. I feel degraded enough."

"Aw, I was kidding. Trust me, sweetheart, I have no complaints," Angua said, directing Dean backwards toward the bed. She took the panties from him. "Now, clothes off."

Dean set his ass against the bed, peeling his button down away from his shoulders. The tank was next, and Dean would've made a show of it, knowing how she enjoyed that sometimes, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the panties.

They were so...small. "Jesus," he said again, flopping onto his back to wriggle out of his jeans.

Angua held the panties between her teeth and her lower lip as she shrugged out of her clothes, making short work of them. She never took her eyes off Dean, feeling a thrill at what they were about to do.

She wished she had something nicer on under her clothes, but being that she'd just been out on patrol she had a simple bra and boy's underwear.

It was kind of funny.

"Put them on," she said, tossing the panties at Dean.

They landed on his belly, cool in patches and warm in others, and Dean bit back a groan. He closed his hand around them and sat up, eyes widening again to see how short the waistband was.

"Man, they were a lot bigger the last time I did this," he murmured, sticking his feet through the legholes. "Or I was smaller."

Angua stopped in her endeavor to undress.

"Last time? Oh, Dean, what haven't you been telling me?" she asked with a smile that looked like she was two seconds from eating him up.

"Dude, I was young, and this chick was mercenary," Dean grunted. He got the panties as far as his knees before he hit a snag. Stupid legs didn't want to come together, bowing stubbornly outward. "Wouldn't let me go down on her until I did a cheer in her underwear."

Angua wanted to laugh, but it wasn't happening, not while she was tracking the panties progress up Dean's legs.

"You knew some interesting girls. I promise I won't make you do a cheer, but you can do that other thing," she said, taking a few steps forward.

"Oh yeah," said Dean. He tried lying back, squeezing his legs together to get them higher on his thighs, which seemed to be working.

"Oral sex from your boyfriend in his pink satin underpants. Whose panties wouldn't that set on fire?"

Angua leaned forward, bracing her hands on Dean's knees.

"Don't. You are so hot, Dean. I love that you're doing this," she murmured, inching her way up his body to straddle his legs.

When a woman like Angua straddled a man, there wasn't much else he could do but watch, and Dean's fingers stilled around the panties, now finally, tightly stretched over his hips.

"If I'd've known you'd be so into this I'd have raided the panties drawer sooner," he said, voice gone rough. "Draw the line at a bra, though. Also, nighties."

Angua grinned, tongue peeking out to lick at the corner of her mouth, like she was hungry for it. "You don't have anything to fill out a bra, unlike..." She reached down, cupping him through the panties. "This." She stroked lightly up and down, teasing.

Dean's head pushed back against the sheets, mouth open in a gasp as the satin pressed in around him. She was only teasing, but god, it was good, each stroke making Dean harder, stretching the silky material tighter over him. "That's," he managed, "wow. That's a lot. A-already."

"Mm, you like it?" Angua asked, the question rhetorical, and she didn't wait for an answer before making her way back down Dean's legs until she could crouch above him. She lowered her head, slowly mouthing her way down Dean's chest, down his stomach, dragging her teeth when she got to the edge of the panties.

"Tell me how much you like it," she said, looking up at him.

Dean managed to lift his head, only to squeeze his eyes closed at the look on her face. "Way too much," he exhaled, lifting his hips against the too gentle press of her mouth. "Way too much to get out of this with any dignity."

"Oh Dean, don't you worry, I'm not thinking about anything but how good you look." She squeezed, then ran her hand up the satin and what it was covering. "How you feel." Because that was the best part, it felt incredible. She loved the way his erection made the panties strain, the hardness underneath all that soft. No wonder men liked women in these.

She dipped down further and kissed along the bulge Dean's cock made, breathed hot over it, traced it with her mouth until she reached the wet spot. She laved with the flat of her tongue, tasting a trace of warm salt beneath the fabric.

"God," Dean groaned. The heat of her mouth was maddening, he couldn't string together thought enough to ask her to keep going, choking when her sharp tongue pressed the satin against the slit of his cock. "So fucking dirty, Angua, jesus."

Angua would have agreed, but it would have meant moving her mouth away from his dick, and that was pretty much the last thing she wanted right now. She mouthed along the length, wetting the fabric, kissing, squeezing with her lips and pressing with her tongue. She worked her way up and down and again until she was back at the head. Mouth open wide, Angua took in as much as the panties would let her, and sucked hard.

Dean was panting now, wide and unfocused eyes stinging with the sweat dripping down his brow. He strung his fingers through her hair, tight like she liked it sometimes. His entire body was vibrating with the need to come, arms unable to move an inch without shaking, but he urged her down as gently as he could. "Please, baby, christ, I need more."

Angua moaned, she could taste the pre-come through the panties, she could hear how bad Dean wanted it without him having to tell her. She sucked a few more times, then moved away.

"Dean," was all she got out, breathless as she climbed up his body. She straddled him again, hips to hips. She could feel his cock through the panties lined up beneath her. She was so wet, so wet and hot for him, she hoped he felt it. She stretched her body, fingers digging into his chest, kept moving her hips, grinding against him. "Come on, fuck me, just like this..."

"God, let me," Dean moaned, voice shot through, fingers flying to her hips. She had to stop, had to let him get the panties down, he could feel her, whole body aching for her, cock still trapped but caressed by every smooth roll of her hips. "Let me just - " he gasped, but the slide went on and on, Angua's body driving the slick fabric against him in an endless, heady friction.

He opened his eyes, taking in his beautiful, wild, dirty girlfriend rocking over him, pink panties peeking out from the press of their hips, and opened his mouth.

No sound came but a strangled shout as Dean's orgasm rocked through him, panties catching each hot spurt and trapping it against his body. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing he'd ever felt.

Angua's own orgasm shot through her, tearing a sharp cry from deep in her throat. It almost sounded victorious, and that was how she felt. There was no crash, instead she felt a spike of adrenaline and she wanted more.

She took a moment to catch her breath and come down, to admire the way Dean looked underneath her, sweaty and panting and all fucked out. "Gods, that felt good," she said on a long exhale.

Angua swung a leg and moved off Dean's hips. "I think we ruined the panties." They were soaked through. Carefully she tugged them down, and off. Dean looked downright obscene and Angua made a small sound, like a moan. She was still so turned on, the proof of what they'd just done only making it worse. She ran her fingers through the sticky mess and brought them to her mouth, licked them clean.

"Turn over," she said.

Dean watched her through half-lidded eyes, chest still heaving from the force of his orgasm. His limbs felt like they'd been waterlogged and rung out, shaky and weak, but they obeyed her in an instant, lifting Dean up just far enough to flop onto his stomach.

"What now, baby?" Dean murmured, smirk failing when his oversensitized flesh caught against the sheets. "You gonna spank me for ruining your underwear?"

"I'm gonna do you one better," Angua murmured, admiring the arch of Dean's spine and the curve of his ass. "Remember when we went camping?" She leaned down to kiss the inside of his thigh, followed with a soft bite, and grinned up at him because she knew he'd be looking.

"How could I, mm," Dean began, biting his lip in time with her teeth against his flesh, "forget?" Thing was, Dean's brain hadn't yet made it to the main feature of that camping trip, still too addled and blissed out from what had come before.

He looked over his shoulder at her, smiling to see her glee, even as it made him a little nervous. "Baby?"