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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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Dean knew what she wanted, knew that particular hitch in her voice like he knew himself, and he reached an arm back, grabbing her hip and yanking it close, moving their bodies together the way she needed, he needed, until he felt her aftershocks subside.

"Angua," he said, almost whimpering when he felt her calming. He was achingly hard, so far gone he didn't care that he was exposed, still impaled on the cock strapped to her body and desperate for release. He put his head down against his hands, thrusting into her too loose hand. "Please."

"Yeah," Angua breathed, trying to stop trembling enough to get ahold of herself. "Look how bad you want it. You wanna come again, Dean?" She flattened herself along his back, started moving her hips and her hand again, chewing, biting at the soft skin between his shoulder and neck. She flicked her thumb against the head of his cock on each upstroke, spreading slick, her other hand reaching to cup beneath, stroking there too. "Give it to me..."

"Fuck." He was going to fucking die, Angua was giving him everything he wanted all at once, stroking him in the sweetest places inside and out. "God, fuck, fuck." He'd never been so dependent on another person for pleasure in his life, never met an orgasm he couldn't steer any which way he wanted if he chose, and Dean's mouth fell wordlessly open against Angua's unrelenting thrusts.

It happened all at once, but the moment seemed to stretch out forever, pleasure slipsliding from that place deep inside of him, bursting open and exploding out. Dean only had time for a single, strangled shout before he was shooting hard into Angua's hand, so hard he couldn't open his eyes to see, couldn't breath, couldn't do anything but gasp and whimper as his body erupted in pleasure.

Angua made soothing sounds as Dean came down, stopped the strokes and thrusts when there was nothing left and he slumped, as if boneless. She felt shaky herself and pulled back and out, unclasping the harness with one hand. She tossed the strap-on off the bed and fell back against the pillows, still trying to catch her breath.

Dean lay on his face, dragging in long, wet breaths against the wad of sheets pressed up against him. Feeling the dildo slip out of him was almost as foreign as when he'd felt it go in, body empty now and still shivering in tiny, spent firings of nerves.

He reached out a hand, not even knowing where Angua was on the bed anymore, where he was, and found her knee.

Angua felt like she'd run miles, but in a good way. She reached for Dean's wrist, tried to tug him over to her. "C'mere..."

"Yeah," Dean grunted, but it was a long time before he could get an arm under himself, body fucked out and unsteady as he crawled the short distance to collapse against her side.

"Where's the...the thing?" he panted when his hand hit her bare hip.

Angua wrapped an arm around Dean, already so warm and sweaty it didn't make much of a difference if she was pressed up against him. She kissed his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment, her breathing finally starting to steady out.

"Mm, tossed it off the bed. Did you want me to keep it on?"

"Hn-uh." Dean wrapped his arm around Angua's waist, kissing her stomach because it was close and he was too heavy to go anywhere else. "Still scary lookin'."

Angua laughed quietly. "I won't make you look at it." She was quiet, letting her fingers play in his hair for a long moment.

"Did you like it? I mean...are you okay?" she finally asked, and she didn't necessarily mean physically.

Dean snorted against her belly, all but exhausting himself with the effort. "Don't treat me like a blushing virgin." It was bad enough that he almost felt like one.

"Yeah, I liked it." He cracked an eye and grinned up at her. "Couldn't you tell?"

Angua grinned, the tip of her tongue catching between her teeth. "Maybe. You were awfully loud." She hadn't been aware of how loud she'd been, but it probably wasn't very quiet. "I seriously hope Roger and O-Ren are out."