Highway to Hell: One Shots: "Beautiful Mess"
Highway to Hell : One Shots
Beautiful Mess
Chapter Wordcount: 4502
Rating: NC17
A/N: Title from "Beautiful Mess" by Diamond Rio
Dean came in just as Sam was stuffing his laptop into his bag and his feet into his sneakers.
“Where are you going?”
“Library,” Sam shot back, looking up from tucking his untied laces down inside his shoes.
Dean grinned ear to ear, “Good, me and Monte got some things we need to do.”
Sam groaned, “Dude, I do not wanna hear about it, she’s like my sister remember?”
Monte just smiled, “Here Sam, take my car,” she offered, tossing the keys to him which he caught effortlessly.
“So…” Dean started as Sam finished packing some paper and pens, making a move towards the door.
“You trust me?” he asked, pulling a blindfold from behind him.
Monte arched her brow.
“As long as you don’t put me on the front of the Impala and tell me you’re the king of the world.”
Dean’s face went from zero to confused in five seconds flat, turning to glare at Sam as he barked out his laughter and disappeared through the door, the rumble of the Monte Carlo disappearing from the parking lot a moment later.
“Am I missing something?”
Monte laughed, “Why do you have a blindfold Dean?”
His grin was back and she crossed her arms, staring him down.
His fingers hooked into her belt loops, undeterred by her stance as he pulled her into him.
“Do you trust me?” he ground out, in a tone so low and deep it should be illegal in at least a dozen states Monte thought.
She stared at him a moment, judging her choices and finally sighed and closed her eyes.
Dean beamed, slipping the cloth across her eyes and tying it behind her head, kissing her softly before pulling back and taking her hand, leading her outside and into the Impala.
She was half tempted to pull the blindfold off, laughing at Dean several times throughout the drive, but whatever it was, she could tell was important to him, so she kept her eyes closed and the cloth in place.
She could feel the shift in temperature as they drove, dusk setting in and cooling the air. She could hear the lazy drone of bugs echoing in the impending darkness and she curled up in the cool leather seat, resting her head on Dean’s shoulder.
His quick brush of a kiss against her forehead erupted goose bumps down her arms, the light touch catching her off guard due to the fact that she hadn’t seen it coming.
Dean chuckled lightly, maneuvering his arm around her shoulders and rubbing away the tingle on her arms.
Finally she heard the tires leave the beat up black top and started crunching through gravel and grass.
She sat up, cracking her neck as Dean maneuvered the black car off road.
When the big Chevy finally rocked to a stop, she waited until Dean came around, taking her hands and helping her out, before slowly leading her away from the car.
“Dean, what the hell are we doing?”
“Nothin,’ just c’mon.”
She paused for a split second when her boot clunked on what sounded like wood after walking so far across grass.
A few more steps and he put a hand on her waist to halt her.
She felt him move towards her, the heat from his body and the smell of leather and pure Dean drowning her senses as he came up close.
She sighed when his lips brushed against hers as his hand came up to tug the knot free from the blindfold behind her head.
She gasped against his lips when she saw where they were.
Dean had found a dock out in the middle of nowhere, stretched out over a perfectly clear lake, a blanket draped across the old wood and the entire perimeter lined with candles that she was just now noticing the scent of, a mix of vanilla and sugar and just a hint of lavender, all of which were her favorites.
“Oh my god…” she whispered, eyes welling with unshed tears.
Dean never broke his gaze from her face, his fingers idly playing with the blindfold in his hand, a nervous gesture he wasn’t even aware of.
“Dean…I…why?” she whispered, locking her eyes back on his.
“Don’t tell me you forgot,” he rumbled, sadness and disappointment clouding his green eyes.
“You’re the girl here,” he joked, a forcing a smirk across his face.
“Of course not,” she whispered, “I just…I didn’t think you would,” she added, with her own smile.
Their anniversary was kind of a shady grey area, due to the fact of how they met and how it had all just fallen into place, no clear cut beginning, but the fact that he had actually made the effort to remember the specific week had her throat constricting.
Dean shifted his feet nervously, looking down and stuffing the blindfold into his pocket until she grabbed his chin and brought his eyes back to hers.
She didn’t say anything, just leaned in pressing a soft kiss on his lips, resting her forehead against his and looping her arms around his neck when they broke.
“God Dean,” she sighed, running her hands down over his shoulders and onto his chest.
He grunted a reply that vaguely sounded like “C’mon” but ended up too constricted in his throat to actually form the word as he took her hand and brought her over to the spread out blanket.
Once he was standing there his cocksure demeanor seemed to leave him in a rush and he was left with a vulnerable shadow of himself.
“Dean,” she said softly, gripping his chin and pulling him back into a kiss.
This he could do. This he was comfortable with, sure of.
His hand slipped under her shirt, burning against the small of her back.
She moaned against his lips as his fingers kneaded against her, letting her arms slip up to loop around his neck before breaking their kiss and resting her forehead against his.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” she whispered.
His eyes met hers slowly and he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his tightened throat.
Finally he let out a forced huff a chuckle, and even Monte could tell he was trying to slip back into the bad boy role.
She watched the slides flip through his eyes. He was trying to slip the mask back in place, play this whole Lifetime movie off like it wasn’t his idea, like he hadn’t been planning this for god’s sake.
He was trying, but the mask wouldn’t fit right, it was there, but askew, letting her still see past it, at him, the real him. The side of him only Sammy and herself ever got to see but the side he would deny even possessing to his dying day.
“Kinda feel like a pussy,” he finally said quietly, accepting that his fumbling attempt at pushing this all aside, hiding it in a box trapped in his psyche labeled “too exposed” was resulting in failure and that despite his attempts she was still staring at him, through him.
She just smiled barely, a soft upturning at the corners of her kiss swollen mouth and held his eyes.
She could try explaining to him that there was nothing wrong with this. With letting yourself show that other side sometimes. Reassuring him that she wasn’t going to hurt him, never would, she’d die first. She could try telling him that she loved that he had gone to all this trouble, all for her.
She could break down in tears and wax poetically about how much it all meant to her, but it wouldn’t be anything he didn’t already know.
And things like this, things that quivered just underneath the surface of your skin, singeing nerve endings and burning their way past your heart and straight into your soul never leant themselves easily to words.
And Dean was always a man of actions anyways.
His eyes were flicking back and forth between hers, caught off guard by her slow smile and even stare and when she leaned in feathering a kiss over his lips he inhaled sharp and quick, letting his eyes flutter closed.
He could feel her hands slide down his arms, palms flat against the leather before she twined her fingers with his and eased herself down onto the blanket, pulling him along with her.
His knees bracketed her hips, hitting with a muted thunk against the wood of the dock and he settled his hands beside her head as she laid back.
Her hands slipped underneath the warm leather, sweeping up over his shoulders to finally cradle his neck as he shifted his weight to his thighs, hips pushing against her own, flat stomach flush against hers.
The muscles in his forearms constricted and corded as he lowered his chest to brush against her, kissing her slowly and moaning when her fingers threaded their way through his hair.
He was always worried when he did this, concerned he’d crush her under his bulk. Monte wasn’t a fragile girl by any means, but laying his full body weight on top of her always made him uneasy, mind skidding over wondering if she could breathe, if he was cutting off circulation, hurting her somehow.
She liked it though, always had, and had told him as much on several occasions. The feel of his solid body, muscle honed by hard work and determination. Something about feeling that weight, feeling the restrained power against her always made her feel safe, ironically enough.
She always knew that despite the fact that she could more than handle herself, he could overpower her in an instant if he really wanted to. And knowing that power, coiled and kept beneath the surface was there, but that he would never use it against her always sent her stomach into a freefall and her heart into convulsions.
Her breath hitched, fingers digging deeper into his hair and his weight immediately shifted to his knees, already levering himself up onto his elbows.
“Don’t,” she whispered, fingers idly playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him back down onto her, before letting her hands slide down over his chest to run back up under the jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders.
He took the hint, slipping it off and laying it off to the side. Before he could brace himself over her again she was tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, he smirked and pulled that off as well.
She tightened her legs around his hips where they were still wrapped and used him as an anchor, pulling herself upright to slip her own t-shirt over her head.
He swallowed hard again at the look in her eyes before she leaned forward and sucked on his nipple.
His gasp ground its way over the gravel in his throat transforming it into a growl before he gently pushed her away from him.
“Not tonight,” he whispered, slipping his hand into the hollow between her shoulder blades, fingers just barely skimming over the muscles there, fingertips pressed in, lowering her back down onto the blanket.
“Dean?”
“Not tonight,” he said again quietly, “tonight’s about you.”
“Dean you…”
“Sshh,” he hissed, breath vibrating against her lips. “Just…just let me do this,” he rumbled, and it was her this time that swallowed hard, letting her head ease back as she relaxed underneath him.
He sighed before meeting her eyes again and leaning down into another kiss. She arched her back, letting his hand slip behind her to unclasp her bra and shivered when the material was pulled away and replaced with cool night air.
His hand trembled as he ran it up her side, thumb sliding over the ridges of ribs before cupping the swell of her breast, but his lips were steady, breaking away from her own to lay a kiss on the corner of her sigh. Nuzzling against her he peppered them over her cheek, trailing up her jaw line to her ear where he drug the lobe through his teeth before tucking his nose into the crook of her jaw and burned a line of kisses down her neck, sweeping across her throat to the other side.
He could feel the expansion and collapse of her ribs under his hand, pulse beating fast and thready under his fingertips. His hair brushed against her chin when he dropped his head and sucked a blossom of blood to the surface in the hollow of her throat.
She buried her fingers in his hair, breathing in the hint of motel shampoo and a tinge of sweat and his sigh got lost somewhere in the rumble of his chest, his mouth still attached to her skin.
Her back arched against his, his own body bowing to follow the curve of hers when he finally dropped his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
The hushed prayer that came from her lips in the form of his name sent a shiver down his spine and he moaned around the bud that was still between his lips before shifting over to show the twin the same attention.
His fingers skimmed over her skin, dragging slowly down towards her stomach, tremors shuddering underneath the soft surface. He finally broke away from her breast just to return to her lips, slipping his tongue between them, licking inside her mouth.
He rolled his forehead against hers, eyes clenched as tight as his heart as he shared his breath with her, fingers popping the button loose on her jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly, the muted sound getting lost in the hum and buzz of bugs of the night around them.
His lashes stuck together as he finally blinked his eyes open at her, glancing up through mussed spiked bangs to stare at her with green eyes tinged gold in the candlelight. The shudder belonged to him when he finally slipped his finger though the opening of her jeans and slid easily against her body, its way already slicked with wetness.
“Dean,” she whispered, being cut off when he leaned in and kissed her again.
He trailed kisses down her neck again, licking at the red spot that still burned between her collar bones before continuing over her heaving ribs, nipping at the edge of her belly button before, sitting himself up on his knees so he could peel the denim from her body.
Her fingers dug into his jean covered thigh, knuckles white against the solid muscle, and he took her hand, bringing it up to his face to plant a kiss on her palm before he put it on the top of his head and lowered himself down between her thighs, holding her eyes the entire time.
The sweep of stubble across the tender inside had her opening herself to him, back bowed, head thrown back. He slid his finger slowly, all the way from the top, pausing to rub gently against her clit before slipping it down and just barely into her body.
Her fingers tightened in his hair where he had lain them. He kissed her softly and slid his hand under and around her thigh. Before she could process the movement he managed to drop his shoulder, twisting his whole body, arms wrapped around her hips until she too had flipped over with him, her knees planted on either side of his head where he laid on his back. She instantly reacted levering herself up onto her hands.
He gave her no time to recover from the sudden flip and both hands swept up over the back of her thighs, pausing briefly on the swell of her ass before slipping up to the small of her back and literally bringing her down onto his mouth.
“Jesus,” she hissed, dropping her head, curtain of hair falling over her eyes as her back arched between the cool night air and the wet heat of his mouth.
He moaned against her, hands tightening on her back trying to draw her further down onto him.
She rocked back on her knees, bringing herself upright in a desperate attempt to draw oxygen into her lungs.
She inhaled shakily and finally looked down at him, nearly losing it all. His eyes were closed, arms wrapped around her legs and looked like he was getting off on just doing this for her.
“Shit,” she hissed, hips bucking against his face as he swept his tongue down the length of her before pushing it inside, eyes snapping open to stare at her.
He spine went liquid and her hand swung back to catch herself, landing on his stomach, slipping against the fine sheen of sweat and it took her a minute to realize his muscles were jumping underneath her palm, his hips working against thin air.
Eyelids fluttering, trying to stay open, her free hand slid into his damp hair. The second her fingers slid against his scalp his eyes fell shut again and he craned his neck up, burying his face deeper against her and she could feel his abs tighten under her hand, hips bucking as he moaned against her.
“Fuck,” she whispered, fingers pulling against his short spikes, he was getting off on this.
His eyes opened again, catching hers and before she could process anything beyond the dancing gold light in his eyes he shoved his tongue into her, fingers tightening against her, keeping her from bolting upright as it all came crashing down.
“Shit,” she panted, body rocking against him, one hand landing with a hard thunk next to his head and the second flying forward to dig into his arm where it was wrapped around her. “Fuck…Dean…god…”
She was still trying to rise off him, the sensation of his mouth, his hands, the whole damn situation becoming too much. Some sort of thick drug that was sluggishly making its way through her veins, refusing to burn off. His hands just tightened on her hips, keeping her against him, slower licks, light kisses until the burn turned into a buzz that left her feeling strung out, raw and on the edge of passing out and it wasn’t until then that he gently guided her knee over his head so she could roll to the side and lay down beside him. Instantly rolling with her, hand sweeping soothing circles over her hip as her breath evened out, eyes clenched tight against the world.
“You okay baby?” he asked, voice nothing more than a soft rumble.
Monte finally managed to crack her eyes open, feeling like he deserved some sort of response, but all her mind could manage to comprehend was the way the candles made the wetness on his face shine.
“Fuck,” she whispered, head falling back again.
She could feel the rumble of a chuckle in his chest as he pulled himself back over her.
“Damn baby, did I render you speechless?”
Her eyes cracked open, pinning him with a half-hearted glare.
“Shut up,” she grinned, unsteady hand coming up to run a finger through the slick on his chin and she smiled when his grin faded, jaw clenched and he swallowed hard.
Slipping her hand behind his head and into the sweaty fine hair at the nape of his neck she pulled him down, kissing him softly, swiping her tongue over his lips and chin before shoving it in his mouth, sharing the salty twang.
His full body shiver was so worth it.
She broke the kiss reluctantly and kept her hand at the back of his neck, resting his forehead against her own as she still struggled to even out her breathing.
When she finally opened her eyes again Dean was staring straight at her. She expected to see urgency, Dean was never good at sitting still, or maybe just full blown lust seeing as he was still hard pressed against the inside of his jeans but he just kept his forehead against hers, eyes locked together in total silence.
There was a soft look to him in this light and she shivered under him, eyes slipping closed for a split second when his hand came up to cup her cheek. She always knew he had this side, he had let it slip and show enough times that she knew it the same way she knew the demon fighting rogue side. But seeing him lay himself bare like this, letting it all out, eyes empty of anything but love and focus on this moment alone...every thought she had was stripped clean and erased and all that mattered anymore was this night. This was theirs.
She smiled, slow and soft, holding his eyes before pulling him down into another tender kiss, sighing against him as he tangled his fingers in her hair, his other hand burning hot against her shoulder, stomach slick with sweat pressed against her own.
He didn’t even startle when her hand slipped between them, reaching for the button of his jeans, he just shifted his weight enough to his knees to lift his hips and give her room to get it undone, the sound of the zipper coming down following a split second later.
He did shudder when her hand slipped inside, awkward soft stroke in the confined space, pre-cum smearing across her wrist.
He groaned into her kiss, breaking away to bury his face in the crook of her neck when she removed her hand. He met her eyes again when he felt her tug at the belt loops, edging the jeans down of his hips but not being able to reach far enough.
Reluctantly he pulled away from her, feeling cold as soon as he was away from her body and eased out of his pants, laying them off to the side by his jacket before lying himself back on top of her.
She sighed, chest pushing against his as his weight settled back down and he dropped his head to lick at the red bruise that he had sucked into the hollow of her throat earlier.
This time when her hand went to his head it wasn’t tight and pulling, she softly thread her fingers through his hair, holding him to her until he tilted his head up to look at her, chin resting against her chest.
He braced himself on his forearms, just enough to give himself room to maneuver while still leaving most of his weight on top of her and eased himself back up to eye level, kissing her slow, tongue sweeping lazily across her lips, asking for permission.
Her own lips parted with a sigh, letting him enter and he never stopped kissing her as he shifted, letting one hand trail down her side, leaving shivers in its wake to cup her hip, palm running over the sharp jut of bone before slipping under her thigh, letting him settle in the cradle of her hips.
He finally did break the kiss, staring at her as he slid slowly and carefully into her, her body still wrung out and burning hot from before.
She wanted to throw her head back, sigh against him and revel in the feeling but something about the way he was staring at her had her eyelids fluttering to stay open and locked with his.
He eased forward, short smooth strokes, feeling her drag against him and she could feel the shiver trail down his spine under her fingertips.
“It’s okay Dean,” she whispered, knowing he wanted this to last but being able to feel how much it was taking him to hold back at the same time.
He closed his eyes, rubbing his nose against hers before sealing his mouth over hers, kissing her softly in a sharp contrast to the sudden power that was behind his thrusts.
It was still slow and languid, still strung out and raw in a way that had them both trembling somewhere on the edge of not quite enough and too damn much but the power was there, the force behind each snap of his hips had him bottoming out inside her, as far as he could go, balls drawn up tight against his body slapping against the slick wetness between her thighs.
It didn’t take long before she could feel the tremor buzzing underneath his skin, muscles strained against holding back. She was right there with him, he could feel the flutter pulse of her around him and held back his own pleasure for just the few more roll of his hips that it took for her to clench around him.
Her back arched against him, ribs tight under his weight, stomach clenched, body tightening so hard that he had to push harder, piston his hips into her those last few moments until he let himself fall with her.
He collapsed on top of her, few last shuddering jerks filling her with warmth and he finally let out a shaky breath against her neck, face buried against her shoulder.
They laid in silence until their sweat started to cool and Dean finally eased himself from her body, grabbing the extra blanket that had been off to the side and bundling them together under the stars.
He kissed the ball of her shoulder, palm sweeping circles over her stomach and she rolled into him, slotting herself up against him, nose tucked under his chin.
“I love you,” she whispered, damp kiss against his collar bone.
He grinned against the top of her hair, arms tightening around her, “I love you too,” he said quietly.
He shifted slightly onto his back, letting her drape over him and eyed her curiously when she stretched her hand out, fingers dancing just above the heat of the flame on the candle closest to them.
“I still can’t believe you did all this,” she said quietly. She felt Dean swallow under her, already anticipating a humorous comeback but was startled when his voice came quietly.
“I looked like a damn fool.”
Her brow furrowed and she curled herself up onto her elbow so she could see his eyes.
“Took forever to find those things, went to a half dozen stores, sniffing everything. I swear my nose is still messed up.”
She laughed softly at the mental image of Dean in his leather jacket, scuffed boots and torn jeans in the middle of an upscale store sniffing row after row of candles.
“Yea, go ahead and laugh,” he grinned. The teasing was there, but what he had said meant more than that, his tone made that perfectly clear.
She leaned up, kissing him softly, holding his eyes for a moment before resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder.
“Can we keep ‘em?” she asked, grin spreading across his chest.
He chuckled softly, “Might as well, I paid for ‘em.”
“But you tell Sam and I’ll kill you,” he winked, pulling her into another kiss.
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Beautiful Mess
Chapter Wordcount: 4502
Rating: NC17
A/N: Title from "Beautiful Mess" by Diamond Rio
Dean came in just as Sam was stuffing his laptop into his bag and his feet into his sneakers.
“Where are you going?”
“Library,” Sam shot back, looking up from tucking his untied laces down inside his shoes.
Dean grinned ear to ear, “Good, me and Monte got some things we need to do.”
Sam groaned, “Dude, I do not wanna hear about it, she’s like my sister remember?”
Monte just smiled, “Here Sam, take my car,” she offered, tossing the keys to him which he caught effortlessly.
“So…” Dean started as Sam finished packing some paper and pens, making a move towards the door.
“You trust me?” he asked, pulling a blindfold from behind him.
Monte arched her brow.
“As long as you don’t put me on the front of the Impala and tell me you’re the king of the world.”
Dean’s face went from zero to confused in five seconds flat, turning to glare at Sam as he barked out his laughter and disappeared through the door, the rumble of the Monte Carlo disappearing from the parking lot a moment later.
“Am I missing something?”
Monte laughed, “Why do you have a blindfold Dean?”
His grin was back and she crossed her arms, staring him down.
His fingers hooked into her belt loops, undeterred by her stance as he pulled her into him.
“Do you trust me?” he ground out, in a tone so low and deep it should be illegal in at least a dozen states Monte thought.
She stared at him a moment, judging her choices and finally sighed and closed her eyes.
Dean beamed, slipping the cloth across her eyes and tying it behind her head, kissing her softly before pulling back and taking her hand, leading her outside and into the Impala.
She was half tempted to pull the blindfold off, laughing at Dean several times throughout the drive, but whatever it was, she could tell was important to him, so she kept her eyes closed and the cloth in place.
She could feel the shift in temperature as they drove, dusk setting in and cooling the air. She could hear the lazy drone of bugs echoing in the impending darkness and she curled up in the cool leather seat, resting her head on Dean’s shoulder.
His quick brush of a kiss against her forehead erupted goose bumps down her arms, the light touch catching her off guard due to the fact that she hadn’t seen it coming.
Dean chuckled lightly, maneuvering his arm around her shoulders and rubbing away the tingle on her arms.
Finally she heard the tires leave the beat up black top and started crunching through gravel and grass.
She sat up, cracking her neck as Dean maneuvered the black car off road.
When the big Chevy finally rocked to a stop, she waited until Dean came around, taking her hands and helping her out, before slowly leading her away from the car.
“Dean, what the hell are we doing?”
“Nothin,’ just c’mon.”
She paused for a split second when her boot clunked on what sounded like wood after walking so far across grass.
A few more steps and he put a hand on her waist to halt her.
She felt him move towards her, the heat from his body and the smell of leather and pure Dean drowning her senses as he came up close.
She sighed when his lips brushed against hers as his hand came up to tug the knot free from the blindfold behind her head.
She gasped against his lips when she saw where they were.
Dean had found a dock out in the middle of nowhere, stretched out over a perfectly clear lake, a blanket draped across the old wood and the entire perimeter lined with candles that she was just now noticing the scent of, a mix of vanilla and sugar and just a hint of lavender, all of which were her favorites.
“Oh my god…” she whispered, eyes welling with unshed tears.
Dean never broke his gaze from her face, his fingers idly playing with the blindfold in his hand, a nervous gesture he wasn’t even aware of.
“Dean…I…why?” she whispered, locking her eyes back on his.
“Don’t tell me you forgot,” he rumbled, sadness and disappointment clouding his green eyes.
“You’re the girl here,” he joked, a forcing a smirk across his face.
“Of course not,” she whispered, “I just…I didn’t think you would,” she added, with her own smile.
Their anniversary was kind of a shady grey area, due to the fact of how they met and how it had all just fallen into place, no clear cut beginning, but the fact that he had actually made the effort to remember the specific week had her throat constricting.
Dean shifted his feet nervously, looking down and stuffing the blindfold into his pocket until she grabbed his chin and brought his eyes back to hers.
She didn’t say anything, just leaned in pressing a soft kiss on his lips, resting her forehead against his and looping her arms around his neck when they broke.
“God Dean,” she sighed, running her hands down over his shoulders and onto his chest.
He grunted a reply that vaguely sounded like “C’mon” but ended up too constricted in his throat to actually form the word as he took her hand and brought her over to the spread out blanket.
Once he was standing there his cocksure demeanor seemed to leave him in a rush and he was left with a vulnerable shadow of himself.
“Dean,” she said softly, gripping his chin and pulling him back into a kiss.
This he could do. This he was comfortable with, sure of.
His hand slipped under her shirt, burning against the small of her back.
She moaned against his lips as his fingers kneaded against her, letting her arms slip up to loop around his neck before breaking their kiss and resting her forehead against his.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” she whispered.
His eyes met hers slowly and he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his tightened throat.
Finally he let out a forced huff a chuckle, and even Monte could tell he was trying to slip back into the bad boy role.
She watched the slides flip through his eyes. He was trying to slip the mask back in place, play this whole Lifetime movie off like it wasn’t his idea, like he hadn’t been planning this for god’s sake.
He was trying, but the mask wouldn’t fit right, it was there, but askew, letting her still see past it, at him, the real him. The side of him only Sammy and herself ever got to see but the side he would deny even possessing to his dying day.
“Kinda feel like a pussy,” he finally said quietly, accepting that his fumbling attempt at pushing this all aside, hiding it in a box trapped in his psyche labeled “too exposed” was resulting in failure and that despite his attempts she was still staring at him, through him.
She just smiled barely, a soft upturning at the corners of her kiss swollen mouth and held his eyes.
She could try explaining to him that there was nothing wrong with this. With letting yourself show that other side sometimes. Reassuring him that she wasn’t going to hurt him, never would, she’d die first. She could try telling him that she loved that he had gone to all this trouble, all for her.
She could break down in tears and wax poetically about how much it all meant to her, but it wouldn’t be anything he didn’t already know.
And things like this, things that quivered just underneath the surface of your skin, singeing nerve endings and burning their way past your heart and straight into your soul never leant themselves easily to words.
And Dean was always a man of actions anyways.
His eyes were flicking back and forth between hers, caught off guard by her slow smile and even stare and when she leaned in feathering a kiss over his lips he inhaled sharp and quick, letting his eyes flutter closed.
He could feel her hands slide down his arms, palms flat against the leather before she twined her fingers with his and eased herself down onto the blanket, pulling him along with her.
His knees bracketed her hips, hitting with a muted thunk against the wood of the dock and he settled his hands beside her head as she laid back.
Her hands slipped underneath the warm leather, sweeping up over his shoulders to finally cradle his neck as he shifted his weight to his thighs, hips pushing against her own, flat stomach flush against hers.
The muscles in his forearms constricted and corded as he lowered his chest to brush against her, kissing her slowly and moaning when her fingers threaded their way through his hair.
He was always worried when he did this, concerned he’d crush her under his bulk. Monte wasn’t a fragile girl by any means, but laying his full body weight on top of her always made him uneasy, mind skidding over wondering if she could breathe, if he was cutting off circulation, hurting her somehow.
She liked it though, always had, and had told him as much on several occasions. The feel of his solid body, muscle honed by hard work and determination. Something about feeling that weight, feeling the restrained power against her always made her feel safe, ironically enough.
She always knew that despite the fact that she could more than handle herself, he could overpower her in an instant if he really wanted to. And knowing that power, coiled and kept beneath the surface was there, but that he would never use it against her always sent her stomach into a freefall and her heart into convulsions.
Her breath hitched, fingers digging deeper into his hair and his weight immediately shifted to his knees, already levering himself up onto his elbows.
“Don’t,” she whispered, fingers idly playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him back down onto her, before letting her hands slide down over his chest to run back up under the jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders.
He took the hint, slipping it off and laying it off to the side. Before he could brace himself over her again she was tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, he smirked and pulled that off as well.
She tightened her legs around his hips where they were still wrapped and used him as an anchor, pulling herself upright to slip her own t-shirt over her head.
He swallowed hard again at the look in her eyes before she leaned forward and sucked on his nipple.
His gasp ground its way over the gravel in his throat transforming it into a growl before he gently pushed her away from him.
“Not tonight,” he whispered, slipping his hand into the hollow between her shoulder blades, fingers just barely skimming over the muscles there, fingertips pressed in, lowering her back down onto the blanket.
“Dean?”
“Not tonight,” he said again quietly, “tonight’s about you.”
“Dean you…”
“Sshh,” he hissed, breath vibrating against her lips. “Just…just let me do this,” he rumbled, and it was her this time that swallowed hard, letting her head ease back as she relaxed underneath him.
He sighed before meeting her eyes again and leaning down into another kiss. She arched her back, letting his hand slip behind her to unclasp her bra and shivered when the material was pulled away and replaced with cool night air.
His hand trembled as he ran it up her side, thumb sliding over the ridges of ribs before cupping the swell of her breast, but his lips were steady, breaking away from her own to lay a kiss on the corner of her sigh. Nuzzling against her he peppered them over her cheek, trailing up her jaw line to her ear where he drug the lobe through his teeth before tucking his nose into the crook of her jaw and burned a line of kisses down her neck, sweeping across her throat to the other side.
He could feel the expansion and collapse of her ribs under his hand, pulse beating fast and thready under his fingertips. His hair brushed against her chin when he dropped his head and sucked a blossom of blood to the surface in the hollow of her throat.
She buried her fingers in his hair, breathing in the hint of motel shampoo and a tinge of sweat and his sigh got lost somewhere in the rumble of his chest, his mouth still attached to her skin.
Her back arched against his, his own body bowing to follow the curve of hers when he finally dropped his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
The hushed prayer that came from her lips in the form of his name sent a shiver down his spine and he moaned around the bud that was still between his lips before shifting over to show the twin the same attention.
His fingers skimmed over her skin, dragging slowly down towards her stomach, tremors shuddering underneath the soft surface. He finally broke away from her breast just to return to her lips, slipping his tongue between them, licking inside her mouth.
He rolled his forehead against hers, eyes clenched as tight as his heart as he shared his breath with her, fingers popping the button loose on her jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly, the muted sound getting lost in the hum and buzz of bugs of the night around them.
His lashes stuck together as he finally blinked his eyes open at her, glancing up through mussed spiked bangs to stare at her with green eyes tinged gold in the candlelight. The shudder belonged to him when he finally slipped his finger though the opening of her jeans and slid easily against her body, its way already slicked with wetness.
“Dean,” she whispered, being cut off when he leaned in and kissed her again.
He trailed kisses down her neck again, licking at the red spot that still burned between her collar bones before continuing over her heaving ribs, nipping at the edge of her belly button before, sitting himself up on his knees so he could peel the denim from her body.
Her fingers dug into his jean covered thigh, knuckles white against the solid muscle, and he took her hand, bringing it up to his face to plant a kiss on her palm before he put it on the top of his head and lowered himself down between her thighs, holding her eyes the entire time.
The sweep of stubble across the tender inside had her opening herself to him, back bowed, head thrown back. He slid his finger slowly, all the way from the top, pausing to rub gently against her clit before slipping it down and just barely into her body.
Her fingers tightened in his hair where he had lain them. He kissed her softly and slid his hand under and around her thigh. Before she could process the movement he managed to drop his shoulder, twisting his whole body, arms wrapped around her hips until she too had flipped over with him, her knees planted on either side of his head where he laid on his back. She instantly reacted levering herself up onto her hands.
He gave her no time to recover from the sudden flip and both hands swept up over the back of her thighs, pausing briefly on the swell of her ass before slipping up to the small of her back and literally bringing her down onto his mouth.
“Jesus,” she hissed, dropping her head, curtain of hair falling over her eyes as her back arched between the cool night air and the wet heat of his mouth.
He moaned against her, hands tightening on her back trying to draw her further down onto him.
She rocked back on her knees, bringing herself upright in a desperate attempt to draw oxygen into her lungs.
She inhaled shakily and finally looked down at him, nearly losing it all. His eyes were closed, arms wrapped around her legs and looked like he was getting off on just doing this for her.
“Shit,” she hissed, hips bucking against his face as he swept his tongue down the length of her before pushing it inside, eyes snapping open to stare at her.
He spine went liquid and her hand swung back to catch herself, landing on his stomach, slipping against the fine sheen of sweat and it took her a minute to realize his muscles were jumping underneath her palm, his hips working against thin air.
Eyelids fluttering, trying to stay open, her free hand slid into his damp hair. The second her fingers slid against his scalp his eyes fell shut again and he craned his neck up, burying his face deeper against her and she could feel his abs tighten under her hand, hips bucking as he moaned against her.
“Fuck,” she whispered, fingers pulling against his short spikes, he was getting off on this.
His eyes opened again, catching hers and before she could process anything beyond the dancing gold light in his eyes he shoved his tongue into her, fingers tightening against her, keeping her from bolting upright as it all came crashing down.
“Shit,” she panted, body rocking against him, one hand landing with a hard thunk next to his head and the second flying forward to dig into his arm where it was wrapped around her. “Fuck…Dean…god…”
She was still trying to rise off him, the sensation of his mouth, his hands, the whole damn situation becoming too much. Some sort of thick drug that was sluggishly making its way through her veins, refusing to burn off. His hands just tightened on her hips, keeping her against him, slower licks, light kisses until the burn turned into a buzz that left her feeling strung out, raw and on the edge of passing out and it wasn’t until then that he gently guided her knee over his head so she could roll to the side and lay down beside him. Instantly rolling with her, hand sweeping soothing circles over her hip as her breath evened out, eyes clenched tight against the world.
“You okay baby?” he asked, voice nothing more than a soft rumble.
Monte finally managed to crack her eyes open, feeling like he deserved some sort of response, but all her mind could manage to comprehend was the way the candles made the wetness on his face shine.
“Fuck,” she whispered, head falling back again.
She could feel the rumble of a chuckle in his chest as he pulled himself back over her.
“Damn baby, did I render you speechless?”
Her eyes cracked open, pinning him with a half-hearted glare.
“Shut up,” she grinned, unsteady hand coming up to run a finger through the slick on his chin and she smiled when his grin faded, jaw clenched and he swallowed hard.
Slipping her hand behind his head and into the sweaty fine hair at the nape of his neck she pulled him down, kissing him softly, swiping her tongue over his lips and chin before shoving it in his mouth, sharing the salty twang.
His full body shiver was so worth it.
She broke the kiss reluctantly and kept her hand at the back of his neck, resting his forehead against her own as she still struggled to even out her breathing.
When she finally opened her eyes again Dean was staring straight at her. She expected to see urgency, Dean was never good at sitting still, or maybe just full blown lust seeing as he was still hard pressed against the inside of his jeans but he just kept his forehead against hers, eyes locked together in total silence.
There was a soft look to him in this light and she shivered under him, eyes slipping closed for a split second when his hand came up to cup her cheek. She always knew he had this side, he had let it slip and show enough times that she knew it the same way she knew the demon fighting rogue side. But seeing him lay himself bare like this, letting it all out, eyes empty of anything but love and focus on this moment alone...every thought she had was stripped clean and erased and all that mattered anymore was this night. This was theirs.
She smiled, slow and soft, holding his eyes before pulling him down into another tender kiss, sighing against him as he tangled his fingers in her hair, his other hand burning hot against her shoulder, stomach slick with sweat pressed against her own.
He didn’t even startle when her hand slipped between them, reaching for the button of his jeans, he just shifted his weight enough to his knees to lift his hips and give her room to get it undone, the sound of the zipper coming down following a split second later.
He did shudder when her hand slipped inside, awkward soft stroke in the confined space, pre-cum smearing across her wrist.
He groaned into her kiss, breaking away to bury his face in the crook of her neck when she removed her hand. He met her eyes again when he felt her tug at the belt loops, edging the jeans down of his hips but not being able to reach far enough.
Reluctantly he pulled away from her, feeling cold as soon as he was away from her body and eased out of his pants, laying them off to the side by his jacket before lying himself back on top of her.
She sighed, chest pushing against his as his weight settled back down and he dropped his head to lick at the red bruise that he had sucked into the hollow of her throat earlier.
This time when her hand went to his head it wasn’t tight and pulling, she softly thread her fingers through his hair, holding him to her until he tilted his head up to look at her, chin resting against her chest.
He braced himself on his forearms, just enough to give himself room to maneuver while still leaving most of his weight on top of her and eased himself back up to eye level, kissing her slow, tongue sweeping lazily across her lips, asking for permission.
Her own lips parted with a sigh, letting him enter and he never stopped kissing her as he shifted, letting one hand trail down her side, leaving shivers in its wake to cup her hip, palm running over the sharp jut of bone before slipping under her thigh, letting him settle in the cradle of her hips.
He finally did break the kiss, staring at her as he slid slowly and carefully into her, her body still wrung out and burning hot from before.
She wanted to throw her head back, sigh against him and revel in the feeling but something about the way he was staring at her had her eyelids fluttering to stay open and locked with his.
He eased forward, short smooth strokes, feeling her drag against him and she could feel the shiver trail down his spine under her fingertips.
“It’s okay Dean,” she whispered, knowing he wanted this to last but being able to feel how much it was taking him to hold back at the same time.
He closed his eyes, rubbing his nose against hers before sealing his mouth over hers, kissing her softly in a sharp contrast to the sudden power that was behind his thrusts.
It was still slow and languid, still strung out and raw in a way that had them both trembling somewhere on the edge of not quite enough and too damn much but the power was there, the force behind each snap of his hips had him bottoming out inside her, as far as he could go, balls drawn up tight against his body slapping against the slick wetness between her thighs.
It didn’t take long before she could feel the tremor buzzing underneath his skin, muscles strained against holding back. She was right there with him, he could feel the flutter pulse of her around him and held back his own pleasure for just the few more roll of his hips that it took for her to clench around him.
Her back arched against him, ribs tight under his weight, stomach clenched, body tightening so hard that he had to push harder, piston his hips into her those last few moments until he let himself fall with her.
He collapsed on top of her, few last shuddering jerks filling her with warmth and he finally let out a shaky breath against her neck, face buried against her shoulder.
They laid in silence until their sweat started to cool and Dean finally eased himself from her body, grabbing the extra blanket that had been off to the side and bundling them together under the stars.
He kissed the ball of her shoulder, palm sweeping circles over her stomach and she rolled into him, slotting herself up against him, nose tucked under his chin.
“I love you,” she whispered, damp kiss against his collar bone.
He grinned against the top of her hair, arms tightening around her, “I love you too,” he said quietly.
He shifted slightly onto his back, letting her drape over him and eyed her curiously when she stretched her hand out, fingers dancing just above the heat of the flame on the candle closest to them.
“I still can’t believe you did all this,” she said quietly. She felt Dean swallow under her, already anticipating a humorous comeback but was startled when his voice came quietly.
“I looked like a damn fool.”
Her brow furrowed and she curled herself up onto her elbow so she could see his eyes.
“Took forever to find those things, went to a half dozen stores, sniffing everything. I swear my nose is still messed up.”
She laughed softly at the mental image of Dean in his leather jacket, scuffed boots and torn jeans in the middle of an upscale store sniffing row after row of candles.
“Yea, go ahead and laugh,” he grinned. The teasing was there, but what he had said meant more than that, his tone made that perfectly clear.
She leaned up, kissing him softly, holding his eyes for a moment before resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder.
“Can we keep ‘em?” she asked, grin spreading across his chest.
He chuckled softly, “Might as well, I paid for ‘em.”
“But you tell Sam and I’ll kill you,” he winked, pulling her into another kiss.
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