Fanfic : Supernatural : Dean/Jo : Being Woken Up
TITLE: Being Woken Up
PAIRING: Dean/Jo.
RATING: Mature.
DRABBLE: 277 words
SUMMARY: "She was used to waking up alone as much as she was used to being woken up with him kissing his way down her neck."
AUTHOR NOTES: much love and thanks to my beta dancin_gurlie :)
She was used to waking up alone as much as she was used to being woken up with him kissing his way down her neck. Blowing gently on her pulse point. Using one finger to drag her top up over her stomach. Trailing his other fingers behind; barely skimming against her skin as it prickles to his touch.
She brings one hand up to the back of his head. Burying her fingers in his hair pulling him closer to her. Interlacing their free hands at the side of their bodies. Him pushing her hand into the mattress as if scared that if he let go she would drift away.
Wrapping one leg around his hip. Pushing her body up against his as he pushes down. His mouth so close to her ear she can hear every harsh breath he takes. And her breath hitches in her throat as his teeth move to sharply skim cross her collar bones. His hands trailing a path down her body.
The weight of him on top of her grows as her legs fall ever so slightly more apart and she breathes out his name into the empty air. Pinned underneath him feeling the coarse and worn bed sheets as she slides up and down them; letting her hand splay out on his back, digging her nails in as she pushes up to his pushing down.
PAIRING: Dean/Jo.
RATING: Mature.
DRABBLE: 277 words
SUMMARY: "She was used to waking up alone as much as she was used to being woken up with him kissing his way down her neck."
AUTHOR NOTES: much love and thanks to my beta dancin_gurlie :)
She was used to waking up alone as much as she was used to being woken up with him kissing his way down her neck. Blowing gently on her pulse point. Using one finger to drag her top up over her stomach. Trailing his other fingers behind; barely skimming against her skin as it prickles to his touch.
She brings one hand up to the back of his head. Burying her fingers in his hair pulling him closer to her. Interlacing their free hands at the side of their bodies. Him pushing her hand into the mattress as if scared that if he let go she would drift away.
Wrapping one leg around his hip. Pushing her body up against his as he pushes down. His mouth so close to her ear she can hear every harsh breath he takes. And her breath hitches in her throat as his teeth move to sharply skim cross her collar bones. His hands trailing a path down her body.
The weight of him on top of her grows as her legs fall ever so slightly more apart and she breathes out his name into the empty air. Pinned underneath him feeling the coarse and worn bed sheets as she slides up and down them; letting her hand splay out on his back, digging her nails in as she pushes up to his pushing down.