Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex... (NC-17)
Natalie was waiting for Dean. He'd been working a lot lately. She didn't mind. Not really. She did not expect him to sit at home with her all day just because she could not work. It gave her the opportunity to know Prue a bit better.
Prue was not here today, however.
And her father and Theo both knew to stay away. She had finally worked up the courage to confront him about this. Some Gryffindor she was, but Natalie had been embarrassed. Her face had flamed every time she considered talking to Dean about what Neville had discussed with her.
Natalie heard Dean come in the door. She just waited. Red was her favorite color and she was sitting in their living area on the sofa in something that was very red indeed, and also very much barely there. It was a chemise that she had bought before she had been injured. It was not the most scandalous underthing she owned, but it was daring enough. However, she was going to play by Neville's rules, and so was Dean.
Dean trudged through the door to the flat and kicked off his shoes. He had been on yet another marathon work trip, this time to Ireland, Wales and what seemed like every point in between. He was exhausted, but the upshot was that it looked to be the last such trip. He'd finally managed to clear out the last of his backlogged work. And the fact that I pretty much worked off my debt to Mr. Bartokomous over the last month doesn't hurt one bit, either, Dean thought happily.
He made his way towards the living room, stretching to relieve a knot in his back. Smiling, he indulged himself in a bit of whimsy.
"Honey," he called out, "I'm home!"
"In here," Natalie called casually, picking up a copy of Witch Weekly that Theo had brought her as a joke and pretending to read it. She kept one eye over the edge of the magazine for the look on Dean's face when he saw her.
Dean wolf-whistled from the doorway. "I am a very, very lucky man."
Natalie tossed the magazine down. "I wouldn't say that just yet. If I were at full Natalie strength, I'd whip your arse, and not in a fun way. I can not believe you owled Neville."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Was I supposed to wait until you exploded from suppressed sexual frustration, then?"
"You weren't supposed to owl, Neville. You might as well have just owled Theo or my father. How about asking Prue? It was so embarrassing, and there are rules. Oh yes. Just wait until you hear them. I have to switch contraceptive potions. So no penetration for now. Only oral, and we can only have sex once a day, and nothing strenuous. Also.. for now... on the bed. Soft surfaces."
Dean coughed to cover a chuckle at the annoyance in Natalie's voice. "So, who was I supposed to ask? Theo? Gin? You'd never have brought it up, so I did. I figured it would be better for you to bite my head off, rather than Nev's. At least I wont take it personally." He did chuckle then. "Besides, I'm more than willing to help fix the problem."
"Are you certain," Natalie asked, glaring. "Because that would be your one for the day."
She was being snappy, but she did want him near her. They had not really touched except when he had been helping her after the accident.
Dean's eyebrows raised. "My one for the day?" He was still more amused than anything else, but the intimation that he was a selfish lover stung a bit. "Since when has our love life been all about me?"
"That is not what I meant, and you well know it. I'm irritated, Dean. Everyone is still treating me like glass. I didn't break. I'm not going to. I want my life back. I don't want you to be afraid to touch me like you did before."
"I know that, love," Dean said with a sigh. "That's why I owled Nev." He sat down beside her on the sofa. "I know it was embarrassing, but we had to make sure that it was safe. I don't want my loving you to cause you pain."
"It should be quite obvious to you that in certain areas, I do not take the safest route. You've spoiled me. There are certain things that I had come to expect and then it was all dashed away. Not that the rest of it isn't good, but there's a whole package deal here, and I want everything."
Dean chuckled. "And now you can have it. Now that I know I won't hurt you, we can make up for lost time." He leaned over and kissed her neck, before whispering in her ear. "And if it's birth control that's worrying you, then don't. There is a male contraceptive charm, after all. And condoms." He leaned back a bit, and started toying with the strap of her chemise. "And as long as we don't overdo things, there's no limit on how long we can make our 'once a day' last, now is there?"
"Well, no, he did not mention limits, but he did say not to overexert."
His mouth touched a particular spot on her neck and Natalie's arms broke out in gooseflesh.
Dean smiled against her skin. "Then lay back and just enjoy," he said as he pushed Natalie gently back onto the cushions. He kissed her slowly, before kissing his way down the length of her body.
With a lengthy pause scheduled for about halfway down, of course, Dean thought to himself with a grin.
"I know it's not a bed, but it's soft enough for our purposes, don't you think?"
"I'm supposed to be able to think right now?" Natalie made a face. "You ask a lot sometimes."
He was being very teasing, so she was shifting a lot. He removed her knickers with a deliberate slowness. Natalie sat up on her elbows and glared.
"What?"
"I think you know what," she snapped. "You don't have to be that delicate with me."
"I know that, love. I'm just taking the time to enjoy myself," Dean replied as he pressed a kiss to Natalie's inner thigh. "But if you insist..." He trailed off as he went to work with a will.
She should just learn top keep her damned mouth shut, but Natalie was not good at waiting. She never had been. Half her problems stemmed from her talent for charging in.
"Middle ground," she hissed, trying to wriggle away certain parts of her person from certain parts of his.
"Mmmm," Dean hummed in agreement, as he gentled his assault on Natalie. Now she was merely on the receiving end of a gentle, but very thorough, tongue-lashing.
She was still wiggling around though. And trying not to make noises. Wasn't working out very well for her. This was better. It made her feel here, alive, grounded in a way. Natalie felt she had been drifting since her accident. Being with Dean kept her days from blending together.
While sex had never been the defining aspect of their relationship, Dean knew that it was an important one. They were both very physical people, as far as expressing affection went, and they'd both been feeling the lack.
God, I've missed her., Dean thought as he did his level best to reduce Natalie into a quivering, boneless wreck.
She was so high-strung that her body would not allow her to hold out as she usually did. There was also the fact that she was still a bit weak. Her orgasm hit her swiftly and immediately made Natalie boneless and languid. She was moments from sleep. She felt perfectly content and sated, which was definitely not fair to Dean.
"Just let... just let me rest a moment. I'm sorry. I hate how tired I get."
"Mot a problem, love," Dean replied with a smile. "What say we take round two to the bedroom? Though, he thought amusedly as he gathered his exhausted girlfriend into his arms, if she's not asleep by the time I get her to bed, I'll eat my brushes.
"Mmmm," Natalie replied, eyes closing. "Sounds good."
Dean couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Natalie begin to snore softly before he'd even made it to the bedroom door.
{SUMMARY} Natalie finally decides to confront Dean about his owl to Neville. NC-17
Prue was not here today, however.
And her father and Theo both knew to stay away. She had finally worked up the courage to confront him about this. Some Gryffindor she was, but Natalie had been embarrassed. Her face had flamed every time she considered talking to Dean about what Neville had discussed with her.
Natalie heard Dean come in the door. She just waited. Red was her favorite color and she was sitting in their living area on the sofa in something that was very red indeed, and also very much barely there. It was a chemise that she had bought before she had been injured. It was not the most scandalous underthing she owned, but it was daring enough. However, she was going to play by Neville's rules, and so was Dean.
Dean trudged through the door to the flat and kicked off his shoes. He had been on yet another marathon work trip, this time to Ireland, Wales and what seemed like every point in between. He was exhausted, but the upshot was that it looked to be the last such trip. He'd finally managed to clear out the last of his backlogged work. And the fact that I pretty much worked off my debt to Mr. Bartokomous over the last month doesn't hurt one bit, either, Dean thought happily.
He made his way towards the living room, stretching to relieve a knot in his back. Smiling, he indulged himself in a bit of whimsy.
"Honey," he called out, "I'm home!"
"In here," Natalie called casually, picking up a copy of Witch Weekly that Theo had brought her as a joke and pretending to read it. She kept one eye over the edge of the magazine for the look on Dean's face when he saw her.
Dean wolf-whistled from the doorway. "I am a very, very lucky man."
Natalie tossed the magazine down. "I wouldn't say that just yet. If I were at full Natalie strength, I'd whip your arse, and not in a fun way. I can not believe you owled Neville."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Was I supposed to wait until you exploded from suppressed sexual frustration, then?"
"You weren't supposed to owl, Neville. You might as well have just owled Theo or my father. How about asking Prue? It was so embarrassing, and there are rules. Oh yes. Just wait until you hear them. I have to switch contraceptive potions. So no penetration for now. Only oral, and we can only have sex once a day, and nothing strenuous. Also.. for now... on the bed. Soft surfaces."
Dean coughed to cover a chuckle at the annoyance in Natalie's voice. "So, who was I supposed to ask? Theo? Gin? You'd never have brought it up, so I did. I figured it would be better for you to bite my head off, rather than Nev's. At least I wont take it personally." He did chuckle then. "Besides, I'm more than willing to help fix the problem."
"Are you certain," Natalie asked, glaring. "Because that would be your one for the day."
She was being snappy, but she did want him near her. They had not really touched except when he had been helping her after the accident.
Dean's eyebrows raised. "My one for the day?" He was still more amused than anything else, but the intimation that he was a selfish lover stung a bit. "Since when has our love life been all about me?"
"That is not what I meant, and you well know it. I'm irritated, Dean. Everyone is still treating me like glass. I didn't break. I'm not going to. I want my life back. I don't want you to be afraid to touch me like you did before."
"I know that, love," Dean said with a sigh. "That's why I owled Nev." He sat down beside her on the sofa. "I know it was embarrassing, but we had to make sure that it was safe. I don't want my loving you to cause you pain."
"It should be quite obvious to you that in certain areas, I do not take the safest route. You've spoiled me. There are certain things that I had come to expect and then it was all dashed away. Not that the rest of it isn't good, but there's a whole package deal here, and I want everything."
Dean chuckled. "And now you can have it. Now that I know I won't hurt you, we can make up for lost time." He leaned over and kissed her neck, before whispering in her ear. "And if it's birth control that's worrying you, then don't. There is a male contraceptive charm, after all. And condoms." He leaned back a bit, and started toying with the strap of her chemise. "And as long as we don't overdo things, there's no limit on how long we can make our 'once a day' last, now is there?"
"Well, no, he did not mention limits, but he did say not to overexert."
His mouth touched a particular spot on her neck and Natalie's arms broke out in gooseflesh.
Dean smiled against her skin. "Then lay back and just enjoy," he said as he pushed Natalie gently back onto the cushions. He kissed her slowly, before kissing his way down the length of her body.
With a lengthy pause scheduled for about halfway down, of course, Dean thought to himself with a grin.
"I know it's not a bed, but it's soft enough for our purposes, don't you think?"
"I'm supposed to be able to think right now?" Natalie made a face. "You ask a lot sometimes."
He was being very teasing, so she was shifting a lot. He removed her knickers with a deliberate slowness. Natalie sat up on her elbows and glared.
"What?"
"I think you know what," she snapped. "You don't have to be that delicate with me."
"I know that, love. I'm just taking the time to enjoy myself," Dean replied as he pressed a kiss to Natalie's inner thigh. "But if you insist..." He trailed off as he went to work with a will.
She should just learn top keep her damned mouth shut, but Natalie was not good at waiting. She never had been. Half her problems stemmed from her talent for charging in.
"Middle ground," she hissed, trying to wriggle away certain parts of her person from certain parts of his.
"Mmmm," Dean hummed in agreement, as he gentled his assault on Natalie. Now she was merely on the receiving end of a gentle, but very thorough, tongue-lashing.
She was still wiggling around though. And trying not to make noises. Wasn't working out very well for her. This was better. It made her feel here, alive, grounded in a way. Natalie felt she had been drifting since her accident. Being with Dean kept her days from blending together.
While sex had never been the defining aspect of their relationship, Dean knew that it was an important one. They were both very physical people, as far as expressing affection went, and they'd both been feeling the lack.
God, I've missed her., Dean thought as he did his level best to reduce Natalie into a quivering, boneless wreck.
She was so high-strung that her body would not allow her to hold out as she usually did. There was also the fact that she was still a bit weak. Her orgasm hit her swiftly and immediately made Natalie boneless and languid. She was moments from sleep. She felt perfectly content and sated, which was definitely not fair to Dean.
"Just let... just let me rest a moment. I'm sorry. I hate how tired I get."
"Mot a problem, love," Dean replied with a smile. "What say we take round two to the bedroom? Though, he thought amusedly as he gathered his exhausted girlfriend into his arms, if she's not asleep by the time I get her to bed, I'll eat my brushes.
"Mmmm," Natalie replied, eyes closing. "Sounds good."
Dean couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Natalie begin to snore softly before he'd even made it to the bedroom door.
{SUMMARY} Natalie finally decides to confront Dean about his owl to Neville. NC-17