Refreshment of another kind

[l_cuddy_md]

ooc: since we're supposed to keep anything approaching adult content on personal journals, I went ahead and moved the thread over here

Continued from hereCuddy was just a few steps ahead of Dean as they left the bar, and she rolled her eyes when he compared women to cars. Could be worse given how much he obviously treasure his car, but still....

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[sticktotheright]

(Smart, smart! :D)

"Hey, it was flattering!" He grinned broadly, all teeth, and tried not to let her sarcastic moan get to him much. He had limited success, and couldn't help swallowing hard against her purposefully sashaying hips.

Dean unlocked the door to his room with steady hands. "I've met a couple." He didn't mention that his father was right across the hall. That'd be a mood killer.

The door opened, and he gestured to the queen sized bed by the door. "That one's mine." The other one was for Sam. If Sam got there.

[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy stood for a moment, a perplexed look on her face, when Dean laid specific claim to one of the beds. He hadn't mentioned having a roommate. Or maybe he was hoping to get a roommate...well, that was probably it. He'd mentioned waiting for his brother. He was probably keeping a space for Sam.

"Love what you've done with the place," she said dryly glancing around the room. All the rooms looked the same, unfortunately. The only difference was the little personal items each person had.

She turned back to Dean thinking screw it, we're not here for tea and cookies and polite conversation. She gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. Nothing fancy, sort of a warm-up pitch, so to speak.

[sticktotheright]

Dean had only just finished chuckling at her quip about the decor when she kissed him. It wasn't a hard kiss, but it was firm. It let him know that she was a woman who understood the score, who wasn't going to wimp out and be a dead lay.

Thank God.

He let his hands rest on her hips as he kissed her harder, tongue moving over her lower lip. He would've normally smirked at how trim yet curvy she was, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. Dean broke the kiss long enough to shrug off his shirt, tossing it to the side of the room.

[l_cuddy_md]

After Dean discarded his shirt, she ran her hands up his chest. Nice Toned, but not overly muscled. She allowed her hands to roam, brushing across his nipples, sliding along his ribs, as she met him in another kiss.

The kiss was a little more forceful this time, a little more determined. She tugged on his lower lip as she pulled back long enough to pull her own shirt off. With a shrug, she unhooked her bra and tossed that aside, too. She lifted up on the balls of her feet to kiss him again, cupping the sides of his head in her hands.