RPHetFic: dare to dream
Title: dare to dream
Genre: RPHetFic
Pairing: Jensen/OFC; established relationship
Rating: NC-17. smut. whatever.
Words: 1,157
’Verse: dreamseries
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Author's Notes: this fic follows wildest dreams, dream lover, and wet dreams. i love my betas. you know who you are. *hugs*
dare to dream
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I normally don’t go clubbing with my friends, but I’m here at a noisy place in L.A. with two people I call friends. It’s supposed to be “Girls Night Out,” but they’re off dancing with these guys they just met. So that leaves me, sitting at the bar, by myself, with only a screwdriver for company. Over the loud music, I manage to overhear noises at one of the tables behind me.
I look over my shoulder - the kind of look that doesn’t look like I’m looking - and I see four big guys sit down and call a waitress over. I hear them order beers, but after that, they talk too quiet for me to hear. I know at least one of them looks familiar, like I should know him from somewhere.
The waitress comes back with their beers, and then comes over and asks me if want anything. I don’t, and I tell her this.
The guys behind me are getting loud, and I swear one of them says, real loud, “I dare you to...” but then they get real quiet. I sigh and turn back to my drink, which isn’t doing anything for me anymore. I push it away.
And that’s when I see the familiar-looking guy now sitting next to me.
“I’m not supposed to know you,” he says leans into me and says softly.
“Of course not,” I tell my boyfriend.
“They bet me a hundred dollars I couldn’t pick up a hot chick in less than a minute.”
“They don’t know about me,” I say.
“They know about you - they don’t know you,” he explains.
I nod. “So you’re supposed to pick me up?”
He smiles. I love his smiles, and the little eye-crinkles because of the smiles. He’s still a little shy about all the attention sometimes, even though he’s been in the spotlight consistently for about the last four or five years, I think.
“Kiss me,” he says, but then without letting me think about it, he kisses me anyway. His lips gently touch mine, soft, tender. I kiss him back, before I remember where we are. At the table behind me, I hear cheers from the three other guys.
He waves them off, and finishes my kiss. I hear some cat-calling from his friends, too.
“If you leave with me, they’ll be all over themselves,” he confides. “They don’t believe I can do this.”
“Do what? Pick up your girlfriend?”
“Pick up any girl.” He sighs. I reach my hand out to caress his cheek, and he smiles again.
“You ready?”
“Of course,” I say, grabbing my purse and sliding off the barstool. I link my arm in his, and he takes us another way through the crowd to the door. We hear his friends calling out to him, wanting to meet me, but he just steers me though some people gathered around a TV set, watching some sort of game show.
He’s smiling as he guides me away from his friends.
“I love them,” he tells me once we get outside. “But they can be a pain in my ass sometimes.”
I smile, knowing the truth to what he was saying. I’d just left, my friends not even seeing me leave with my hot boyfriend that they too, only know about but haven’t met yet.
We get in his sports car and drive back to his apartment, his stereo blaring some new music that I’m not all that fond of. But he likes it, so I listen.
“You can change that if you want,” he says, so I fiddle with the setting buttons and the seek button, and find a station that plays the music one of his characters listens to. He raises an eyebrow, but ends up tapping with the song on his steering wheel. I smile over at him and sing - badly - along with the song.
We’re both giggling by the time we park in front of his building and get out of the car. He puts his arm around my waist and his hand settles on my hip. I can feel the heat coming off his skin and my insides tingle. I put my arm around him, and slide my hand into his back pocket. We go into his building as a few kids watch us. I’m not sure what their expressions mean; this part of town isn’t familiar to me.
“I think they’re jealous,” he whispers to me, and then nibbles on my ear. I’m thankful he has a first floor apartment, and within a moment, we’re inside with the door locked. I drop my purse on a table, and he pulls me to him for another kiss. His hands find their way under my shirt, and he fumbles with my bra, but only for a moment before he undoes it.
He pulls my shirt off over my head, and the bra comes with. As we move together to the bedroom, our clothes and shoes come off along the way, leaving a trail across the apartment. Once in his room, he picks me up, lifting me above him, so I’m the one leaning down for the kiss as he stretches up to meet my lips.
My legs go around his waist, and I can feel him, ready for me. Just the tip of him is touching that very sensitive part of me, and I wriggle down to have more than the tip touching me.
He growls, low in his throat, and before I know what’s happening, we’re on the bed, and my hips rise up to meet him and he buries himself deep inside my very core. I shudder around him, unable to control the spasms.
His thrusts are hard, pounding, pushing me into the bed. I lock my legs around him, holding him in place. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling tight. As we move, my muscles tighten, like winding up something that’s going to explode with just the slightest touch.
We move together, moaning, hands roaming each other’s body, as the winding keeps getting tighter. When it does burst, I cry out his name and my body shakes, bringing him to his own climax as well. He calls out my name, and with one final thrust finishes his own release.
Still inside me, not wanting to move, he puts his head on the pillow next to me. One of my hands idly plays with his short hair, and I lean over and kiss him, my lips touching his every so lightly. He reaches up with one of his hands and caresses my cheek; I nestle into his hand, and he’s the one that kisses me deeply again.
He rolls over onto his side of the bed to face me, and I move so my back nests against his warm front. He wraps his arm over my chest, drawing me to him. I’m pretty sure we fall asleep this way.
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Genre: RPHetFic
Pairing: Jensen/OFC; established relationship
Rating: NC-17. smut. whatever.
Words: 1,157
’Verse: dreamseries
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Author's Notes: this fic follows wildest dreams, dream lover, and wet dreams. i love my betas. you know who you are. *hugs*
dare to dream
~*~*~*~
I normally don’t go clubbing with my friends, but I’m here at a noisy place in L.A. with two people I call friends. It’s supposed to be “Girls Night Out,” but they’re off dancing with these guys they just met. So that leaves me, sitting at the bar, by myself, with only a screwdriver for company. Over the loud music, I manage to overhear noises at one of the tables behind me.
I look over my shoulder - the kind of look that doesn’t look like I’m looking - and I see four big guys sit down and call a waitress over. I hear them order beers, but after that, they talk too quiet for me to hear. I know at least one of them looks familiar, like I should know him from somewhere.
The waitress comes back with their beers, and then comes over and asks me if want anything. I don’t, and I tell her this.
The guys behind me are getting loud, and I swear one of them says, real loud, “I dare you to...” but then they get real quiet. I sigh and turn back to my drink, which isn’t doing anything for me anymore. I push it away.
And that’s when I see the familiar-looking guy now sitting next to me.
“I’m not supposed to know you,” he says leans into me and says softly.
“Of course not,” I tell my boyfriend.
“They bet me a hundred dollars I couldn’t pick up a hot chick in less than a minute.”
“They don’t know about me,” I say.
“They know about you - they don’t know you,” he explains.
I nod. “So you’re supposed to pick me up?”
He smiles. I love his smiles, and the little eye-crinkles because of the smiles. He’s still a little shy about all the attention sometimes, even though he’s been in the spotlight consistently for about the last four or five years, I think.
“Kiss me,” he says, but then without letting me think about it, he kisses me anyway. His lips gently touch mine, soft, tender. I kiss him back, before I remember where we are. At the table behind me, I hear cheers from the three other guys.
He waves them off, and finishes my kiss. I hear some cat-calling from his friends, too.
“If you leave with me, they’ll be all over themselves,” he confides. “They don’t believe I can do this.”
“Do what? Pick up your girlfriend?”
“Pick up any girl.” He sighs. I reach my hand out to caress his cheek, and he smiles again.
“You ready?”
“Of course,” I say, grabbing my purse and sliding off the barstool. I link my arm in his, and he takes us another way through the crowd to the door. We hear his friends calling out to him, wanting to meet me, but he just steers me though some people gathered around a TV set, watching some sort of game show.
He’s smiling as he guides me away from his friends.
“I love them,” he tells me once we get outside. “But they can be a pain in my ass sometimes.”
I smile, knowing the truth to what he was saying. I’d just left, my friends not even seeing me leave with my hot boyfriend that they too, only know about but haven’t met yet.
We get in his sports car and drive back to his apartment, his stereo blaring some new music that I’m not all that fond of. But he likes it, so I listen.
“You can change that if you want,” he says, so I fiddle with the setting buttons and the seek button, and find a station that plays the music one of his characters listens to. He raises an eyebrow, but ends up tapping with the song on his steering wheel. I smile over at him and sing - badly - along with the song.
We’re both giggling by the time we park in front of his building and get out of the car. He puts his arm around my waist and his hand settles on my hip. I can feel the heat coming off his skin and my insides tingle. I put my arm around him, and slide my hand into his back pocket. We go into his building as a few kids watch us. I’m not sure what their expressions mean; this part of town isn’t familiar to me.
“I think they’re jealous,” he whispers to me, and then nibbles on my ear. I’m thankful he has a first floor apartment, and within a moment, we’re inside with the door locked. I drop my purse on a table, and he pulls me to him for another kiss. His hands find their way under my shirt, and he fumbles with my bra, but only for a moment before he undoes it.
He pulls my shirt off over my head, and the bra comes with. As we move together to the bedroom, our clothes and shoes come off along the way, leaving a trail across the apartment. Once in his room, he picks me up, lifting me above him, so I’m the one leaning down for the kiss as he stretches up to meet my lips.
My legs go around his waist, and I can feel him, ready for me. Just the tip of him is touching that very sensitive part of me, and I wriggle down to have more than the tip touching me.
He growls, low in his throat, and before I know what’s happening, we’re on the bed, and my hips rise up to meet him and he buries himself deep inside my very core. I shudder around him, unable to control the spasms.
His thrusts are hard, pounding, pushing me into the bed. I lock my legs around him, holding him in place. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling tight. As we move, my muscles tighten, like winding up something that’s going to explode with just the slightest touch.
We move together, moaning, hands roaming each other’s body, as the winding keeps getting tighter. When it does burst, I cry out his name and my body shakes, bringing him to his own climax as well. He calls out my name, and with one final thrust finishes his own release.
Still inside me, not wanting to move, he puts his head on the pillow next to me. One of my hands idly plays with his short hair, and I lean over and kiss him, my lips touching his every so lightly. He reaches up with one of his hands and caresses my cheek; I nestle into his hand, and he’s the one that kisses me deeply again.
He rolls over onto his side of the bed to face me, and I move so my back nests against his warm front. He wraps his arm over my chest, drawing me to him. I’m pretty sure we fall asleep this way.
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