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3.10. Love in an Elevator - Aerosmith
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground
Co-written with shootslikeagirl
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It was a bad day. Jo hated when he had them. It was more than hard for her to watch her younger brother in so much pain and still immobilised in traction, laid up in bed when he was the sort of person who could probably be driven crazy for not being able to move. Some days, she really worried that if he was stuck there too long, that might just happen. She tried to do what she could to make him feel better, and some days he was great. They had a laugh, watched bad action films together, reminisced about the past. Other days, though, like these ones, all she could do was sit and hold his hand until the doctor came and drugged him up on morphine so he could pass out and sleep through it. It left her nerves frayed and her patience withered. It wasn't uncommon for her to snap at some nursing staff in frustration. Simon had been a patient long enough for Jo to figure out those who cared and those who were just there for the pay packet. She was just thankful to have struck up a friendship with Ailbe, the Irish nurse who had bent over backwards for them when Simon was first admitted. Jo had never been the sort to have many girl pals, but Ailbe was like a breath of fresh air and they had become close over the long weeks she was there regularly to visit her brother. More than a handful of times Ailbe had been there with a hug and a shoulder to cry on when Jo just sometimes couldn't handle seeing her baby brother sobbing in agony.
But today, Jo was frayed again. Simon was asleep by the time she left, and after a night stuck at the station working on a particularly difficult profiling, the lack of sleep was catching up with her. She adjusted her bag over her shoulder as she veered into the corridor towards the elevators, making it just as the doors to the middle one started to slide closed. "HOLD THE DOOR!" she called out and started to bolt towards them. But the fucker inside was clearly an asshole of epic proportions and the doors swung closed just as she reached them. She didn't even think. With a string of curses, she took off for the stairwell, yanking the door open as she tore off down them. Being ex-SWAT, she had the agility on her side. She reached the elevators on the floor below just before the elevator in question stopped and the doors opened again. She was a little breathless, but with a small growl and a predatory glare, she slammed her hand against the door to hold it open and pointed to the guy inside with her other hand. "I said hold the fucking door!" she snapped.
Dean had tried to hold the door. He had held his finger down on the button, but the elevator hadn't wanted to cooperate. Now he was trapped inside with a crazy bitch, and what was probably about to be the most awkward ride of his life. He held his hands up as he cleared his throat, and slowly moved one of them so he could point at the evil button that was now going to be responsible for his testicles being removed. "I, ah... I did. Ma'am. Sir. I think the thing's busted. It only just managed to register that I'd pushed the button for the ground floor. I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I'm not actually lacking in manners completely."
He eyed her warily, still wondering if she was about to morph into some kind of monster. His expression changed slightly though, as he took in the curves of her body, and the fact that she really was fucking hot when she was pissed. His body gave a slight twitch of want, and he pressed his lips together as he tried to not become the prick that had not only let the doors close on her one level earlier, but also was perverted enough to be getting an erection after getting yelled at.
Jo was now overexerted, stressed, and pissed off. Not a dramatically great combination. Her blue eyes didn't leave his face as she stalked into the elevator to stand beside him, and they flashed slightly in annoyance as he tried to justify his assholeyness. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, only to whip one back out again and point accusingly at him. "You're a shit," she offered, pressing her lips together as the frown continued to mark her features. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face with a huff of annoyance and then pushed the ground floor button roughly as if that would make it work quicker. But it wasn't lost on her that he was cute. Shortish, but cute. She always did have a thing for guys a little lacking in the height department. It usually meant they had awesome bodies they really knew how to use. He looked like he had an awesome body under there, and he looked slightly familiar for some reason. But she wasn't going to think anything on that, putting it down instead to the fact she hadn't had a good fuck since... well, since the night before Simon's accident. Once news broke that her brother had nearly been killed, it had been all-encompassing on her as she tried to struggle with a job, her business, and making sure her only sibling wasn't about to check out on them. She was tired, and now she let her shoulders slump just slight as she ran a hand over her face and shot him a hint of an apologetic glance. "Sorry," she added grudgingly.
Dean shifted awkwardly, and tried to work out what to do with his own hands. Truth was he was having impure thoughts of pushing her up against the wall of the elevator. It would make her feel better, right? Take her mind of whatever it was on, and also let her get the good kind of angry. He rubbed the back of his neck as he hummed Metallica under his breath just to try and take his mind and dick off the subject of sex. "It's fine. I'd probably think I was a giant douchebag too if I knew me. So, um... M&M?" he asked as he pulled a bag of them from his pocket, and offered them to her.
Without even really thinking, Jo shoved her fingers into the packet and took some of the candy, dropping them into her mouth. She chewed them, looking up at the illuminating numbers before she swallowed, turning back to him. "Are you married?" she asked abruptly, eyes dropping to his hand to look for a ring, or at least a tanline indicating one may have been there recently. She flicked her hair back again, wondering if she should just cut the bastard off and be done with it. Short hair was in, right?
"Ah..." Dean hesitated, but only because he had never been asked that question before. Most chicks never really saw him as the married type, so now the blonde had caught him off guard. It was also really weird for him to be wanting a blonde so badly. It was always usually brunettes for him. He shook his head, eyes on her face like there was still a part of him scared to say the wrong thing. "No, no I'm not," he said as he cleared his throat again. Only got the one ring, and it definitely ain't a weddin' one. Are... are you married?"
Jo gave her head a small shake, still watching him. She was trying to work out if there was maybe regret of some sort in his answer, but there didn't seem to be. Maybe only awkwardness over being interrogated. "Gay?" she continued, raising an eyebrow. She did look at the ring, though. "Someone special give you that? Girlfriend in the hospital? Boyfriend?"
Dean smirked this time as he gave his shoulders a roll. "Lady, I am straight as an arrow. Not that there's anything wrong with the whole being gay thing. Just does not float my boat. And no, no girlfriend or boyfriend gave me the ring. Actually bought it myself. I am secure enough in my manhood to buy myself a ring. My brother's the one in the hospital. What about you? Gay, visiting a significant other? Angry nun?"
Secure in his manhood. Jo had sudden images of him with his hand down his pants affording a secure grip on himself. She puffed her cheeks out and let out a sharp breath. "Nope. Though, I did get hit on by a lesbian when I was nineteen," she offered and suddenly had him pressed up against the wall of the elevator in a hungry kiss. Fuck this stress, she needed relief. He wasn't married, he wasn't gay, he didn't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. If he had a bit on the side, she could fucking wait her turn until Jo was finished. She wasn't scared of a bit of a bitch fight if the situation called for it.
Dean's brain had neatly filled in what had happened when the woman had been hit on by a lesbian when she was nineteen, and as much as he wanted the little film in his head to be true, he highly doubted there was a pillow fight involved. He had no chance to catch his breath before she had him pressed up against the wall, but Dean was not arguing. Why would he? A hot chick was shoving her tongue in his mouth, and she tasted like strawberries, and M&Ms. Dean's hand automatically made a grab for her ass, and he switched their positions so that she was the one pressed up against the wall as he brought her leg up over his hip and ground against her. He had no clue which floor they were passing, and he didn't really care. He'd hit the emergency stop button if he had to. His tongue fought against hers, and he already liked her. She wasn't going to submit easily, and he really didn't want her to. It was rare for him to find a woman with this much fire.
Jo hadn't realised she was this horny. For all she knew, the guy could be an escaped criminal with a dildo fetish, but she didn't really care. All she had a yearning for was a talented mouth buried between her boobs and a decent cock between her thighs. A good fuck really had to be better than trying to function on little sleep. This guy had it. Her hands were exploring through his shirt and she could feel the muscles. He was toned. He either worked out, or did something to keep him shape. Either way, he was her type. He could maybe refuel her love for wall sex, too. The last encounter had been abysmal, with the guy feeling more like he was trying to get her a pap smear than get her off. The dipshit wouldn't have known a clit if it grew teeth and bit him on the tip of the cock. She clawed at the front of the guys shirt and soon had it open, the buttons not managing to hold up against the force of her grip. Oh yes. This was exactly what she needed.
Dean blindly felt for the emergency button, remembering it was the big red one on the bottom near the wall he currently had the chick pressed up against. He would let all the staff outside their little lusty bubble figure out why it was stopped while he just figured out how the hell to get her top off when there weren't any buttons. He did the next best thing and wedged a knee between her legs as he held her in place, and used both his hands to push it up enough to expose her glorious cleavage. God, Dean loved breasts. He loved every part of a woman, but he especially loved breasts. His hands cupped the rounded flesh through the lacy fabric of her bra as he kissed her again, massaging them until he felt her nipples harden. He kept one hand on them, flicking his thumb against the nipple, his other one going to the fly on her jeans. Things always got interesting when they were both wearing denim, but Dean really did love a challenge. He slid his mouth down along the curve of her neck and nipped lightly before he lifted his head to meet her gaze. "I'm Dean, by the way. And you are seriously friggen hot, sweetheart." His fingers delved into her panties and he slid them between between her heated folds. "And wet..."
Jo had growled softly in frustration when she realised they were both in jeans. She didn't have time to really figure the dilemma out though before his fingers were inside her and veering deliciously close to her clit. Oh god, she just needed a guy to know how to work her and it could potentially keep her going for week. Man, he had nice fingers. Her head dropped back against the wall of the elevator, her mouth falling open with a gasp of pleasure as she forced her hips forward to invite more friction. "Joanne... Jo... less to remember when you're moaning my name with your cock buried between my thighs..." she panted. With some frantic fumbling, she got his jeans undone and shoved her hand into the restrictive demin. The fly scraped at her knuckles, but she didn't care. Her fingers closed tightly around his cock in a firm grip, taking just a moment to analyse what he was packing. Nice... very, very nice. Hard, thick... hopefully talented. "Fuck it. Take me from behind, just don't stop fucking touching my tits or I'll deck you."
"Jo..." Dean groaned the name as he thrust his hips forward against her touch. Fuck she really knew what she was doing, and it was driving him crazy. He was just grateful it wasn't the same Jo he had known once upon a time. She'd had this thing for Dean, but Dean just couldn't bring himself to reciprocate, and not just because he was scared of Ellen. She'd been tiny, breakable, and Dean didn't want a girl. He wanted a woman, not some wannabe Hunter Barbie. And he wanted a woman that told him to take her from behind. "I was just thinkin' the exact same thing," he growled as he stroked his fingers against her clit, slowly circling it as he dipped his head and used his other hand to tug down the edge of her bra to expose one of her perfect nipples so he could suck on it. Before he was going to turn her around, he was going to take a moment to enjoy more of her breasts first. He lifted his head with a grin, looking for all the world like he was a cat that really did just get the cream. He pulled his hand from her panties to lick at his fingers and openly moaned at just how good she tasted. He kissed at her throat, realising not all girls liked to get a taste of themselves on a guys lips as he tugged down her jeans and underwear, a hand running over the curve of her ass. "Back pocket," he murmured.
Jo gave a succinct nod, her hand going to his ass, which she squeeze firmly. Truth was, she wasn't just any girl and she couldn't forgo kissing a guy with a talented mouth in thanks, no matter whether she was going to taste herself or not. She roughly pulled his head up and captured his lips in a kiss, biting down on his lip and tugging it into her mouth so she could run her tongue along it. He had nice lips. She was suddenly glad she got caught up at the nurses' station before heading to the elevators, or she might have ended up sharing a ride with a grandpa with a combover or a granny who smelled like mothballs. She was eager for a fuck, but not that eager. At least, not then. Now she just wanted his dick buried in her. Just for emphasis, her hand gripped tighter around his erection, sweeping upwards as she pressed her thumb to the sensitive tip, making her wonder what it would be like in her mouth, against her tongue. She swallowed hungrily and fished the condom from his back pocket. He was prepared, she liked that. Some girls would think he was just a sleazeball, but you really did never know when you would need one. She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, and took charge of rolling the condom down his length, still wanting to explore his assets. If he could fuck well, it could almost be criminal how much of a well-rounded package he was.
Dean grinned at the way she tore the wrapper with her teeth, and how much she seemed to enjoy having her hands on his body. He really, really wasn't complaining at the attention. Most girls just tended to lie back and let him do the work, or there were the ones that were no doubt talented at fellatio, but they just seemed to go into autopilot. Nothing was customised to him, and his particular assets. They just went through the motions. Right now though, he really wouldn't have minded dropping down to his knees and going down on her. When she had the condom in place, Dean spread his fingers possessively over her stomach as he shifted back enough to turn her around, his other hand dropping to take himself in hand as he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly between the cheeks of her ass before guiding it to her entrance. When he was in position he braced her against him as he thrust forward, burying himself on the first thrust. The latex might have been in the way, but he still knew she was hot, wet, and tight. He pulled down the cup of her bra even more, taking her breast in his hand as he rolled the nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and his mouth dropped kisses against the back of her neck as he started to move in and out of her, taking her hard and fast, his hip bone slamming against her ass. The hand on her stomach slid further down as his fingers brushed against her soft curls before he found her clit again, and rubbed them against it to maintain the assault on her senses.
Jo had an arm braced against the wall, holding her weight. Luckily, because her legs almost gave out when he entered her and she felt him buried deep inside her. She dropped her forehead onto her arm, arching her back to push back against him, meeting his thrusting to take him just a little deeper. "Jesus... fuck..." she swore through another gasp, the air leaving her in a rush around the words. This was giving her the luxury of just not thinking, not stressing, even for a few minutes. She had known it would be too much of a trial for her to go out to a bar and pull for a one night stand. Which meant, she would have contemplated it and then wrote it off as too much effort, wasting another night alone in bed, probably not even having enough energy to get herself off. This guy... Dean... he was there. He was single. He had the body. He could have pushed her off with the kiss, but he didn't and now she knew he more than had the cock, and if his hip actions were anything to go by, he had the moves. Those fucking hands. Her nipples were tingling, bordering on a hint of pain, they were so hard. Arousal pulsed through and she rocked back on each of his thrusts, reaching behind her to brush her palm over his hip to his ass, just seeking some sort of connection to show her appreciation. Not that her cursing and panting were enough, but she liked the give and take of a good fuck. She was never the sort to lie there and just go through the motions.
Dean scraped his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck, letting out a groan as she touched him. He couldn't help it, he loved some reciprocation in a good fuck, even if she wasn't in much of a position to give it, but damn she was still in great position. He murmured all kinds of dirty little praises for her body against her ear as he continued to pound into her, and stroke her clit. He shifted his hand just a little, pinching the sensitive nub to send an explosion of pleasure. His fingers also continued to pluck at her nipples, taking turns to tease each one in between massaging her soft breasts. His breathing was coming out in heavy pants, and the truth was he knew he wasn't going to last as long as he wanted. It felt like an eternity since he'd been with a woman that felt this good, and the fact that she seemed just as into it was doing him in. Dean gritted his teeth though, determined to get her to come first. He was nothing if not a gentleman.
It had been too long for Jo, too. But not just that, she didn't really want to end up having SWAT on their ass because of the stopped elevator. They didn't need to be bothered on useless call-outs like that, especially when it was getting close to dinner break. Which made her realise she was hungry. Hungry and desperate for a fucking orgasm. She was already getting close, and she let her eyes fall closed while she aborbed all the feelings that were coming with being taken from behind by a hot bloke with a big, hard cock and cute ass. Fuck chocolate and fuck bubble baths and aromatherapy and all that ridiculous stress-relieving bullshit. Sex. Sex did it for her, and right now Dean was doing it for her. She wondered if he was the fruit basket sort, because she was going to need to thank him after this. Especially after bitching him out about the elevator. She was pressed right up against the wall now, and reaching the point of no return. She cursed softly and breathlessly, letting her nails sink deeply into his ass and with a moan of his name, she forced her hips forward against his fingers and came hard, a shudder wracking her body as stars burst behind her eyes.
As Dean felt her come, he helped her ride out the aftershocks, his fingers still rubbing against her clit. Her inner muscles clamping around his cock, and holding it deep inside was just too much though, and he came with a rough grunt of her name and an inability to stop from pinning her right up against the wall. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and looped it around her waist as he took her weight, holding her up as he swept her hair back from her face and nuzzled in against the crook of her neck as he took a moment just to stand there and catch his breath while feeling her still pulsing around him. "Is it safe to tell you now you're fuckin' beautiful when you're angry?" he murmured, carefully pulling out of her turning her around to kiss her on the mouth.
Jo gave him a small nudge, amused. "Seems so, because if you told me I looked like a friggen banshee, you would be getting a free up-close and personal view of your colon right now," she told him, raising an eyebrow at him. She tugged her knickers up, followed by getting the jeans back up over her hips. Her hair was a mess, falling into her face again, and again, she just pushed it out of the way. A quick glance in the strip of mirror beside the elevator buttons told her she had a sweep of a sex rash, too. Damnit. She had always been victim of that after a good orgasm. She straightened her leather jacket, tucking the collar up around her neck a little to hide it. "Sorry about your brother, but I can sympathise," she finally told him, clearing her throat. "I'm starving. Fancy getting a burger?"
Dean ran his fingers through her hair, helping to tame the long strands a little as his gaze flicked to the sex rash. He thought it was cute, and he really just wanted to spend the rest of his time nuzzling up against it. Instead he worked on getting the condom off, and putting a knot in it so nothing would spill. He tucked it in his jacket pocket for now as he re-buttoned his shirt and tucked himself back into his jeans. When he felt moderately presentable he pulled the emergency button back out so the elevator would start moving again. "I'm sorry if you can," he told her quietly with a soft smile. "Funnily enough, I need to go pick up a Happy Meal anyway, so sure." There was still finding the Impala, but that could wait for now. Dean was guilty of shifting his priorities just a little after an orgasm.
Jo pressed her lips together. She had an overwhelming urge to just spill her guts to him about everything that had gotten her riled up, but that would just ruin the mood. "Your brother a kid? I'm sorry, dude. I really am. Mine's only a few years younger than me, but you know... still my baby brother. Still get a sick ache in my gut when he hurts and I can't fix it." She had watched him remove the condom and almost regretfully watched him tuck himself back into his jeans, out of sight. It was good while it lasted. He really knew how to fuck a girl, and she could well get used to that. "McDonald's just a couple of blocks from here. The Heavenly Solitude when the smell of the hospital antiseptic makes you want to barf."
"Ah, no, he's not a kid," Dean had to answer with a chuckle. "Pretty sure he'd argue I was the immature one, even if I am the eldest. There's a few years between us, too. It's pretty much just always been me and him. He just had a craving for a Happy Meal, so I gotta get it for him. Need to make up some... um, absence on my part." He glanced away briefly as he shifted his weight, not really sure he should be telling her this after they'd just had hot sex. He reached out to take her hand, threading his fingers through hers as he tugged her close against his side as the doors to the elevators opened on the ground floor. He turned his head, pressing his mouth against her ear again. "I know exactly how you feel about your baby brother. I'm the same. Hate that feeling in my gut, so I'm happy to have distracted you from yours, even for a little while, sweetheart."
Jo turned her head a little to catch his gaze. "Wait, is your brother Jimmy?" she asked him as a realisation dawned on her. She only knew this Jimmy because Ailbe had a crush on him. Not that the Irish nurse had outright admitted it, Jo just knew the look. The sparkle in Ailbe's eye that she got when she talked about him. "He was in a coma, now he's not. In the long stay rehab ward. He's a cop, or something like that. Only he's not FBI, he's just saying he is." As it was, she would welcome the distraction very much so. She also welcomed someone getting it, understanding how she was feeling. She nodded, biting down on her lip a little as they stepped out of the elevator. "And the guilt," she added in a small voice and then cleared her throat, trying to shake the burden off again.
Dean gave a slight nod as his eyebrows went up, surprised she knew about 'Jimmy'. "Yeah, that's him. Trust my brother to become famous while he's unconscious. He's got amnesia. The coma would have been a walk in the park compared to what he's going through now. And I can't do a thing to help, just make it worse. So again, I'm right there with you as far as the guilt thing goes." He didn't comment on the cop thing, knowing he was too tired to spin a good lie. He also got the feeling she might not take any bullshit if he tried it on anyway. Best just to avoid the topic. He dropped a kiss against the top of her head and gave her hand a squeeze. Sometimes Dean was better at the comfort thing than he let on.
"You don't have to worry. They take good care of them up there. Most of the staff here awesome, the ones that aren't... well, just give them a mouthful. Distraught sibling that you are, and all that," Jo explained with a smirk. They passed by a family that looked like it had about nine kids in toe and her nose scrunched up with distaste at the screaming rugrats as she threw a small smile at Dean. She was never the sort to rely on men for anything beyond her brother and father, but for some reason this was oddly comforting to have someone in the same position as she was. "So, love, where are you staying...?"
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Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up till I hit the ground
Co-written with shootslikeagirl
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It was a bad day. Jo hated when he had them. It was more than hard for her to watch her younger brother in so much pain and still immobilised in traction, laid up in bed when he was the sort of person who could probably be driven crazy for not being able to move. Some days, she really worried that if he was stuck there too long, that might just happen. She tried to do what she could to make him feel better, and some days he was great. They had a laugh, watched bad action films together, reminisced about the past. Other days, though, like these ones, all she could do was sit and hold his hand until the doctor came and drugged him up on morphine so he could pass out and sleep through it. It left her nerves frayed and her patience withered. It wasn't uncommon for her to snap at some nursing staff in frustration. Simon had been a patient long enough for Jo to figure out those who cared and those who were just there for the pay packet. She was just thankful to have struck up a friendship with Ailbe, the Irish nurse who had bent over backwards for them when Simon was first admitted. Jo had never been the sort to have many girl pals, but Ailbe was like a breath of fresh air and they had become close over the long weeks she was there regularly to visit her brother. More than a handful of times Ailbe had been there with a hug and a shoulder to cry on when Jo just sometimes couldn't handle seeing her baby brother sobbing in agony.
But today, Jo was frayed again. Simon was asleep by the time she left, and after a night stuck at the station working on a particularly difficult profiling, the lack of sleep was catching up with her. She adjusted her bag over her shoulder as she veered into the corridor towards the elevators, making it just as the doors to the middle one started to slide closed. "HOLD THE DOOR!" she called out and started to bolt towards them. But the fucker inside was clearly an asshole of epic proportions and the doors swung closed just as she reached them. She didn't even think. With a string of curses, she took off for the stairwell, yanking the door open as she tore off down them. Being ex-SWAT, she had the agility on her side. She reached the elevators on the floor below just before the elevator in question stopped and the doors opened again. She was a little breathless, but with a small growl and a predatory glare, she slammed her hand against the door to hold it open and pointed to the guy inside with her other hand. "I said hold the fucking door!" she snapped.
Dean had tried to hold the door. He had held his finger down on the button, but the elevator hadn't wanted to cooperate. Now he was trapped inside with a crazy bitch, and what was probably about to be the most awkward ride of his life. He held his hands up as he cleared his throat, and slowly moved one of them so he could point at the evil button that was now going to be responsible for his testicles being removed. "I, ah... I did. Ma'am. Sir. I think the thing's busted. It only just managed to register that I'd pushed the button for the ground floor. I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I'm not actually lacking in manners completely."
He eyed her warily, still wondering if she was about to morph into some kind of monster. His expression changed slightly though, as he took in the curves of her body, and the fact that she really was fucking hot when she was pissed. His body gave a slight twitch of want, and he pressed his lips together as he tried to not become the prick that had not only let the doors close on her one level earlier, but also was perverted enough to be getting an erection after getting yelled at.
Jo was now overexerted, stressed, and pissed off. Not a dramatically great combination. Her blue eyes didn't leave his face as she stalked into the elevator to stand beside him, and they flashed slightly in annoyance as he tried to justify his assholeyness. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, only to whip one back out again and point accusingly at him. "You're a shit," she offered, pressing her lips together as the frown continued to mark her features. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face with a huff of annoyance and then pushed the ground floor button roughly as if that would make it work quicker. But it wasn't lost on her that he was cute. Shortish, but cute. She always did have a thing for guys a little lacking in the height department. It usually meant they had awesome bodies they really knew how to use. He looked like he had an awesome body under there, and he looked slightly familiar for some reason. But she wasn't going to think anything on that, putting it down instead to the fact she hadn't had a good fuck since... well, since the night before Simon's accident. Once news broke that her brother had nearly been killed, it had been all-encompassing on her as she tried to struggle with a job, her business, and making sure her only sibling wasn't about to check out on them. She was tired, and now she let her shoulders slump just slight as she ran a hand over her face and shot him a hint of an apologetic glance. "Sorry," she added grudgingly.
Dean shifted awkwardly, and tried to work out what to do with his own hands. Truth was he was having impure thoughts of pushing her up against the wall of the elevator. It would make her feel better, right? Take her mind of whatever it was on, and also let her get the good kind of angry. He rubbed the back of his neck as he hummed Metallica under his breath just to try and take his mind and dick off the subject of sex. "It's fine. I'd probably think I was a giant douchebag too if I knew me. So, um... M&M?" he asked as he pulled a bag of them from his pocket, and offered them to her.
Without even really thinking, Jo shoved her fingers into the packet and took some of the candy, dropping them into her mouth. She chewed them, looking up at the illuminating numbers before she swallowed, turning back to him. "Are you married?" she asked abruptly, eyes dropping to his hand to look for a ring, or at least a tanline indicating one may have been there recently. She flicked her hair back again, wondering if she should just cut the bastard off and be done with it. Short hair was in, right?
"Ah..." Dean hesitated, but only because he had never been asked that question before. Most chicks never really saw him as the married type, so now the blonde had caught him off guard. It was also really weird for him to be wanting a blonde so badly. It was always usually brunettes for him. He shook his head, eyes on her face like there was still a part of him scared to say the wrong thing. "No, no I'm not," he said as he cleared his throat again. Only got the one ring, and it definitely ain't a weddin' one. Are... are you married?"
Jo gave her head a small shake, still watching him. She was trying to work out if there was maybe regret of some sort in his answer, but there didn't seem to be. Maybe only awkwardness over being interrogated. "Gay?" she continued, raising an eyebrow. She did look at the ring, though. "Someone special give you that? Girlfriend in the hospital? Boyfriend?"
Dean smirked this time as he gave his shoulders a roll. "Lady, I am straight as an arrow. Not that there's anything wrong with the whole being gay thing. Just does not float my boat. And no, no girlfriend or boyfriend gave me the ring. Actually bought it myself. I am secure enough in my manhood to buy myself a ring. My brother's the one in the hospital. What about you? Gay, visiting a significant other? Angry nun?"
Secure in his manhood. Jo had sudden images of him with his hand down his pants affording a secure grip on himself. She puffed her cheeks out and let out a sharp breath. "Nope. Though, I did get hit on by a lesbian when I was nineteen," she offered and suddenly had him pressed up against the wall of the elevator in a hungry kiss. Fuck this stress, she needed relief. He wasn't married, he wasn't gay, he didn't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. If he had a bit on the side, she could fucking wait her turn until Jo was finished. She wasn't scared of a bit of a bitch fight if the situation called for it.
Dean's brain had neatly filled in what had happened when the woman had been hit on by a lesbian when she was nineteen, and as much as he wanted the little film in his head to be true, he highly doubted there was a pillow fight involved. He had no chance to catch his breath before she had him pressed up against the wall, but Dean was not arguing. Why would he? A hot chick was shoving her tongue in his mouth, and she tasted like strawberries, and M&Ms. Dean's hand automatically made a grab for her ass, and he switched their positions so that she was the one pressed up against the wall as he brought her leg up over his hip and ground against her. He had no clue which floor they were passing, and he didn't really care. He'd hit the emergency stop button if he had to. His tongue fought against hers, and he already liked her. She wasn't going to submit easily, and he really didn't want her to. It was rare for him to find a woman with this much fire.
Jo hadn't realised she was this horny. For all she knew, the guy could be an escaped criminal with a dildo fetish, but she didn't really care. All she had a yearning for was a talented mouth buried between her boobs and a decent cock between her thighs. A good fuck really had to be better than trying to function on little sleep. This guy had it. Her hands were exploring through his shirt and she could feel the muscles. He was toned. He either worked out, or did something to keep him shape. Either way, he was her type. He could maybe refuel her love for wall sex, too. The last encounter had been abysmal, with the guy feeling more like he was trying to get her a pap smear than get her off. The dipshit wouldn't have known a clit if it grew teeth and bit him on the tip of the cock. She clawed at the front of the guys shirt and soon had it open, the buttons not managing to hold up against the force of her grip. Oh yes. This was exactly what she needed.
Dean blindly felt for the emergency button, remembering it was the big red one on the bottom near the wall he currently had the chick pressed up against. He would let all the staff outside their little lusty bubble figure out why it was stopped while he just figured out how the hell to get her top off when there weren't any buttons. He did the next best thing and wedged a knee between her legs as he held her in place, and used both his hands to push it up enough to expose her glorious cleavage. God, Dean loved breasts. He loved every part of a woman, but he especially loved breasts. His hands cupped the rounded flesh through the lacy fabric of her bra as he kissed her again, massaging them until he felt her nipples harden. He kept one hand on them, flicking his thumb against the nipple, his other one going to the fly on her jeans. Things always got interesting when they were both wearing denim, but Dean really did love a challenge. He slid his mouth down along the curve of her neck and nipped lightly before he lifted his head to meet her gaze. "I'm Dean, by the way. And you are seriously friggen hot, sweetheart." His fingers delved into her panties and he slid them between between her heated folds. "And wet..."
Jo had growled softly in frustration when she realised they were both in jeans. She didn't have time to really figure the dilemma out though before his fingers were inside her and veering deliciously close to her clit. Oh god, she just needed a guy to know how to work her and it could potentially keep her going for week. Man, he had nice fingers. Her head dropped back against the wall of the elevator, her mouth falling open with a gasp of pleasure as she forced her hips forward to invite more friction. "Joanne... Jo... less to remember when you're moaning my name with your cock buried between my thighs..." she panted. With some frantic fumbling, she got his jeans undone and shoved her hand into the restrictive demin. The fly scraped at her knuckles, but she didn't care. Her fingers closed tightly around his cock in a firm grip, taking just a moment to analyse what he was packing. Nice... very, very nice. Hard, thick... hopefully talented. "Fuck it. Take me from behind, just don't stop fucking touching my tits or I'll deck you."
"Jo..." Dean groaned the name as he thrust his hips forward against her touch. Fuck she really knew what she was doing, and it was driving him crazy. He was just grateful it wasn't the same Jo he had known once upon a time. She'd had this thing for Dean, but Dean just couldn't bring himself to reciprocate, and not just because he was scared of Ellen. She'd been tiny, breakable, and Dean didn't want a girl. He wanted a woman, not some wannabe Hunter Barbie. And he wanted a woman that told him to take her from behind. "I was just thinkin' the exact same thing," he growled as he stroked his fingers against her clit, slowly circling it as he dipped his head and used his other hand to tug down the edge of her bra to expose one of her perfect nipples so he could suck on it. Before he was going to turn her around, he was going to take a moment to enjoy more of her breasts first. He lifted his head with a grin, looking for all the world like he was a cat that really did just get the cream. He pulled his hand from her panties to lick at his fingers and openly moaned at just how good she tasted. He kissed at her throat, realising not all girls liked to get a taste of themselves on a guys lips as he tugged down her jeans and underwear, a hand running over the curve of her ass. "Back pocket," he murmured.
Jo gave a succinct nod, her hand going to his ass, which she squeeze firmly. Truth was, she wasn't just any girl and she couldn't forgo kissing a guy with a talented mouth in thanks, no matter whether she was going to taste herself or not. She roughly pulled his head up and captured his lips in a kiss, biting down on his lip and tugging it into her mouth so she could run her tongue along it. He had nice lips. She was suddenly glad she got caught up at the nurses' station before heading to the elevators, or she might have ended up sharing a ride with a grandpa with a combover or a granny who smelled like mothballs. She was eager for a fuck, but not that eager. At least, not then. Now she just wanted his dick buried in her. Just for emphasis, her hand gripped tighter around his erection, sweeping upwards as she pressed her thumb to the sensitive tip, making her wonder what it would be like in her mouth, against her tongue. She swallowed hungrily and fished the condom from his back pocket. He was prepared, she liked that. Some girls would think he was just a sleazeball, but you really did never know when you would need one. She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, and took charge of rolling the condom down his length, still wanting to explore his assets. If he could fuck well, it could almost be criminal how much of a well-rounded package he was.
Dean grinned at the way she tore the wrapper with her teeth, and how much she seemed to enjoy having her hands on his body. He really, really wasn't complaining at the attention. Most girls just tended to lie back and let him do the work, or there were the ones that were no doubt talented at fellatio, but they just seemed to go into autopilot. Nothing was customised to him, and his particular assets. They just went through the motions. Right now though, he really wouldn't have minded dropping down to his knees and going down on her. When she had the condom in place, Dean spread his fingers possessively over her stomach as he shifted back enough to turn her around, his other hand dropping to take himself in hand as he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly between the cheeks of her ass before guiding it to her entrance. When he was in position he braced her against him as he thrust forward, burying himself on the first thrust. The latex might have been in the way, but he still knew she was hot, wet, and tight. He pulled down the cup of her bra even more, taking her breast in his hand as he rolled the nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and his mouth dropped kisses against the back of her neck as he started to move in and out of her, taking her hard and fast, his hip bone slamming against her ass. The hand on her stomach slid further down as his fingers brushed against her soft curls before he found her clit again, and rubbed them against it to maintain the assault on her senses.
Jo had an arm braced against the wall, holding her weight. Luckily, because her legs almost gave out when he entered her and she felt him buried deep inside her. She dropped her forehead onto her arm, arching her back to push back against him, meeting his thrusting to take him just a little deeper. "Jesus... fuck..." she swore through another gasp, the air leaving her in a rush around the words. This was giving her the luxury of just not thinking, not stressing, even for a few minutes. She had known it would be too much of a trial for her to go out to a bar and pull for a one night stand. Which meant, she would have contemplated it and then wrote it off as too much effort, wasting another night alone in bed, probably not even having enough energy to get herself off. This guy... Dean... he was there. He was single. He had the body. He could have pushed her off with the kiss, but he didn't and now she knew he more than had the cock, and if his hip actions were anything to go by, he had the moves. Those fucking hands. Her nipples were tingling, bordering on a hint of pain, they were so hard. Arousal pulsed through and she rocked back on each of his thrusts, reaching behind her to brush her palm over his hip to his ass, just seeking some sort of connection to show her appreciation. Not that her cursing and panting were enough, but she liked the give and take of a good fuck. She was never the sort to lie there and just go through the motions.
Dean scraped his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck, letting out a groan as she touched him. He couldn't help it, he loved some reciprocation in a good fuck, even if she wasn't in much of a position to give it, but damn she was still in great position. He murmured all kinds of dirty little praises for her body against her ear as he continued to pound into her, and stroke her clit. He shifted his hand just a little, pinching the sensitive nub to send an explosion of pleasure. His fingers also continued to pluck at her nipples, taking turns to tease each one in between massaging her soft breasts. His breathing was coming out in heavy pants, and the truth was he knew he wasn't going to last as long as he wanted. It felt like an eternity since he'd been with a woman that felt this good, and the fact that she seemed just as into it was doing him in. Dean gritted his teeth though, determined to get her to come first. He was nothing if not a gentleman.
It had been too long for Jo, too. But not just that, she didn't really want to end up having SWAT on their ass because of the stopped elevator. They didn't need to be bothered on useless call-outs like that, especially when it was getting close to dinner break. Which made her realise she was hungry. Hungry and desperate for a fucking orgasm. She was already getting close, and she let her eyes fall closed while she aborbed all the feelings that were coming with being taken from behind by a hot bloke with a big, hard cock and cute ass. Fuck chocolate and fuck bubble baths and aromatherapy and all that ridiculous stress-relieving bullshit. Sex. Sex did it for her, and right now Dean was doing it for her. She wondered if he was the fruit basket sort, because she was going to need to thank him after this. Especially after bitching him out about the elevator. She was pressed right up against the wall now, and reaching the point of no return. She cursed softly and breathlessly, letting her nails sink deeply into his ass and with a moan of his name, she forced her hips forward against his fingers and came hard, a shudder wracking her body as stars burst behind her eyes.
As Dean felt her come, he helped her ride out the aftershocks, his fingers still rubbing against her clit. Her inner muscles clamping around his cock, and holding it deep inside was just too much though, and he came with a rough grunt of her name and an inability to stop from pinning her right up against the wall. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and looped it around her waist as he took her weight, holding her up as he swept her hair back from her face and nuzzled in against the crook of her neck as he took a moment just to stand there and catch his breath while feeling her still pulsing around him. "Is it safe to tell you now you're fuckin' beautiful when you're angry?" he murmured, carefully pulling out of her turning her around to kiss her on the mouth.
Jo gave him a small nudge, amused. "Seems so, because if you told me I looked like a friggen banshee, you would be getting a free up-close and personal view of your colon right now," she told him, raising an eyebrow at him. She tugged her knickers up, followed by getting the jeans back up over her hips. Her hair was a mess, falling into her face again, and again, she just pushed it out of the way. A quick glance in the strip of mirror beside the elevator buttons told her she had a sweep of a sex rash, too. Damnit. She had always been victim of that after a good orgasm. She straightened her leather jacket, tucking the collar up around her neck a little to hide it. "Sorry about your brother, but I can sympathise," she finally told him, clearing her throat. "I'm starving. Fancy getting a burger?"
Dean ran his fingers through her hair, helping to tame the long strands a little as his gaze flicked to the sex rash. He thought it was cute, and he really just wanted to spend the rest of his time nuzzling up against it. Instead he worked on getting the condom off, and putting a knot in it so nothing would spill. He tucked it in his jacket pocket for now as he re-buttoned his shirt and tucked himself back into his jeans. When he felt moderately presentable he pulled the emergency button back out so the elevator would start moving again. "I'm sorry if you can," he told her quietly with a soft smile. "Funnily enough, I need to go pick up a Happy Meal anyway, so sure." There was still finding the Impala, but that could wait for now. Dean was guilty of shifting his priorities just a little after an orgasm.
Jo pressed her lips together. She had an overwhelming urge to just spill her guts to him about everything that had gotten her riled up, but that would just ruin the mood. "Your brother a kid? I'm sorry, dude. I really am. Mine's only a few years younger than me, but you know... still my baby brother. Still get a sick ache in my gut when he hurts and I can't fix it." She had watched him remove the condom and almost regretfully watched him tuck himself back into his jeans, out of sight. It was good while it lasted. He really knew how to fuck a girl, and she could well get used to that. "McDonald's just a couple of blocks from here. The Heavenly Solitude when the smell of the hospital antiseptic makes you want to barf."
"Ah, no, he's not a kid," Dean had to answer with a chuckle. "Pretty sure he'd argue I was the immature one, even if I am the eldest. There's a few years between us, too. It's pretty much just always been me and him. He just had a craving for a Happy Meal, so I gotta get it for him. Need to make up some... um, absence on my part." He glanced away briefly as he shifted his weight, not really sure he should be telling her this after they'd just had hot sex. He reached out to take her hand, threading his fingers through hers as he tugged her close against his side as the doors to the elevators opened on the ground floor. He turned his head, pressing his mouth against her ear again. "I know exactly how you feel about your baby brother. I'm the same. Hate that feeling in my gut, so I'm happy to have distracted you from yours, even for a little while, sweetheart."
Jo turned her head a little to catch his gaze. "Wait, is your brother Jimmy?" she asked him as a realisation dawned on her. She only knew this Jimmy because Ailbe had a crush on him. Not that the Irish nurse had outright admitted it, Jo just knew the look. The sparkle in Ailbe's eye that she got when she talked about him. "He was in a coma, now he's not. In the long stay rehab ward. He's a cop, or something like that. Only he's not FBI, he's just saying he is." As it was, she would welcome the distraction very much so. She also welcomed someone getting it, understanding how she was feeling. She nodded, biting down on her lip a little as they stepped out of the elevator. "And the guilt," she added in a small voice and then cleared her throat, trying to shake the burden off again.
Dean gave a slight nod as his eyebrows went up, surprised she knew about 'Jimmy'. "Yeah, that's him. Trust my brother to become famous while he's unconscious. He's got amnesia. The coma would have been a walk in the park compared to what he's going through now. And I can't do a thing to help, just make it worse. So again, I'm right there with you as far as the guilt thing goes." He didn't comment on the cop thing, knowing he was too tired to spin a good lie. He also got the feeling she might not take any bullshit if he tried it on anyway. Best just to avoid the topic. He dropped a kiss against the top of her head and gave her hand a squeeze. Sometimes Dean was better at the comfort thing than he let on.
"You don't have to worry. They take good care of them up there. Most of the staff here awesome, the ones that aren't... well, just give them a mouthful. Distraught sibling that you are, and all that," Jo explained with a smirk. They passed by a family that looked like it had about nine kids in toe and her nose scrunched up with distaste at the screaming rugrats as she threw a small smile at Dean. She was never the sort to rely on men for anything beyond her brother and father, but for some reason this was oddly comforting to have someone in the same position as she was. "So, love, where are you staying...?"
notjustsammy and makeoutalright used with permission
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