Supernatural. Prompt 34 - sex
Title: No Strings Attached
Author: my_sam_dean
Characters: Dean/Bela
Rating: R
Prompt: 34 - sex
Summary: Dean and Bela get together during a heist.
Dean walked into the room he'd left Bela in when he'd went to find the Hand of Glory. "Bela?" She wasn't in the main part of the room. There was a small room off to the side. Dean knocked and opened the door, "Bela."
"Dean." Her tone made him look twice. Her black dress was thrown on the floor. The window of the bathroom they were in was cracked open. She had a cigarette dangling between her fingers. "Did you find it?"
"Of course I did." He showed her the item he had wrapped in the small cloth and then put it back in his tuxedo jacket pocket. "I'm keeping it, too. You're not getting your hands on this one."
"Like I'd even want the damned thing," she replied. "You and Sam can handle it from here, yeah? You're going to save the day?"
Not liking her tone, Dean just nodded.
"So why would I need it? The only loose end I have to tie up is Gert. Then, I'm out of here." She exhaled and blew smoke circles.
"You don't need anything else before you go?" Dean smirked.
"You know what I want. The question is, are you man enough to be with me?" her face mirrored his.
Dean stripped his clothes off quickly. He made sure that he still had the hand and that it was safely tucked away before putting his jacket on the floor. Naked, he said, "The correct question is, can you handle me?"
Bela stayed perched on the edge of the bathroom sink. Her cigarette hung limply between her fingers. When Dean was close enough, she reached around and dug her nails into the side of his ass. She flicked some ash from her smoke on the floor before taking a long drag. "Always wondered what you looked like under layer upon layer of clothes."
"You could have just asked."
Her eyes sparkled. She snubbed out the cigarette on the porcelain sink and dropped it near the drain. With her recently freed up hand, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer as she slid off the sink to stand.
Dean's hands moved down the sides of her slip until he reached the hem. Inching the fabric up, he felt her bare thighs under her garter belt. A little further up, she was bare.
"No panties?"
"Nope. They just get in the way." She devoured his mouth as his fingers groped and probed to gain access to her most intimate place. He touched her sensitive nub which made her gasp. She moved her hand down to stroke him as he eased her into a wider stance.
There were no soft kisses or words of endearment. She just worked him to completion as he added to the fingers that he opened her with. She began to pant and whine as he slid into her core until the spasms took over.
When it was over, they dressed and left as if nothing had ever happened.
Author: my_sam_dean
Characters: Dean/Bela
Rating: R
Prompt: 34 - sex
Summary: Dean and Bela get together during a heist.
Dean walked into the room he'd left Bela in when he'd went to find the Hand of Glory. "Bela?" She wasn't in the main part of the room. There was a small room off to the side. Dean knocked and opened the door, "Bela."
"Dean." Her tone made him look twice. Her black dress was thrown on the floor. The window of the bathroom they were in was cracked open. She had a cigarette dangling between her fingers. "Did you find it?"
"Of course I did." He showed her the item he had wrapped in the small cloth and then put it back in his tuxedo jacket pocket. "I'm keeping it, too. You're not getting your hands on this one."
"Like I'd even want the damned thing," she replied. "You and Sam can handle it from here, yeah? You're going to save the day?"
Not liking her tone, Dean just nodded.
"So why would I need it? The only loose end I have to tie up is Gert. Then, I'm out of here." She exhaled and blew smoke circles.
"You don't need anything else before you go?" Dean smirked.
"You know what I want. The question is, are you man enough to be with me?" her face mirrored his.
Dean stripped his clothes off quickly. He made sure that he still had the hand and that it was safely tucked away before putting his jacket on the floor. Naked, he said, "The correct question is, can you handle me?"
Bela stayed perched on the edge of the bathroom sink. Her cigarette hung limply between her fingers. When Dean was close enough, she reached around and dug her nails into the side of his ass. She flicked some ash from her smoke on the floor before taking a long drag. "Always wondered what you looked like under layer upon layer of clothes."
"You could have just asked."
Her eyes sparkled. She snubbed out the cigarette on the porcelain sink and dropped it near the drain. With her recently freed up hand, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer as she slid off the sink to stand.
Dean's hands moved down the sides of her slip until he reached the hem. Inching the fabric up, he felt her bare thighs under her garter belt. A little further up, she was bare.
"No panties?"
"Nope. They just get in the way." She devoured his mouth as his fingers groped and probed to gain access to her most intimate place. He touched her sensitive nub which made her gasp. She moved her hand down to stroke him as he eased her into a wider stance.
There were no soft kisses or words of endearment. She just worked him to completion as he added to the fingers that he opened her with. She began to pant and whine as he slid into her core until the spasms took over.
When it was over, they dressed and left as if nothing had ever happened.