Prompt 7.3.3 - Don't Touch Me
[Backdated to November 15th. Co-written with hasperkynipples.]
Don't touch me...
Don't touch me. Three little words that seemed to have complete power over her now. She'd been possessed by a demon, stripped of control over her body, and left for dead. Lamia tried to out her to Dean - the one man who didn't treat her as if she were fragile or damaged - after having broken her spirit. And so here she was, stripped down to the core under a blazing downpour in a crappy motel shower with her back to the wall. She'd been in there for almost forty-five minutes, broken and crying as she scrubbed her skin raw, fighting to get herself clean of all the invisible dirt she saw on her body. Eventually she gave up and slid to the floor as the water beat down on her and uneven chunks of what used to be her beautiful long brown hair littered the bathroom floor outside the shower. Lamia had broken her, and in a fit of near-psychotic breakdown she'd taken the switchblade she hid in her pants and shredded her hair because she couldn't stand the feel of it against her skin. It reminded her of too many raw wounds that had a long time to heal.
The door was left unlocked, however, and it was only a matter of time before one of the boys came in to find her - broken, raw, naked - under a pouring rain that was growing colder by the minute.
Dean was worried about her. Getting possessed was no walk in the park, and while Dean did blame himself somewhat for this -- he should have been thinking that he could have protected her. But for some reason, both he and Sam failed to think of her getting possessed, and he would take that on himself as his fault. She had been in there a bit longer than he was comfortable with, however, and after a while he felt that he should check on her. He slowly started to make his way to the door, before rapping on it lightly with his knuckles. "Anna?" he frowned. "You okay in there?"
There was no response, nothing but the beating of water against the shower wall and her reddened skin. She heard him, part of her did anyway. But she continued to stare at her hands, lost in the darkness she'd fallen into.
Dean sighed for a minute, running his hand over his face before turning the knob slowly. It wasn't like it wasn't something he hadn't seen before, but he didn't want to be intruding on her privacy -- at least not right after this. "Anna, sweetheart? You alright in here?"
Still no answer. Just the shower running and the click-click of her closed switchblade falling onto the bathroom floor as she lopped off a final chunk of her hair.
Dean closed his eyes for a minute, before pushing the door the rest of the way open and starting to make his way inside. "I know you're probably going to smack me for this, but I just want to make sure that you're -- " His voice trailed off when he actually opened his eyes and saw the sight in front of him, his face went from just plain concern to downright worry. " -- Anna?" He started to make his way over to her, dropping to his knees in front of the shower before reaching up to turn the already cold water off. After that, he reached for her, cupping her face in his hands so that she was looking at him. "You okay in there, kid?"
Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, clouded over from all of the pain she'd released and now gone numb from. The luster of her emerald eyes had faded to a dull, swampy hue and only served to showcase the hollowness in her gaze. Chunks of hair stuck to her wet skin while the rest littered the floor and the bathtub. When she spoke, there was no cadence or force. "Still won't come off."
"What won't?" Dean frowned, reaching for a towel to wrap her in as he started to pull her out of the tub. He saw the stuck hair, but he didn't think much of it. He figured she'd explain if she wanted to, and if she didn't, she wouldn't. No muss, no fuss.
"The dirt. Never comes off. All these years, never comes off." She moved noncomitally out of the tub under Dean's guide, instinctively leaning into him as she began to snap out of her daze.
Dean slid his arms around her with the towel, pulling her in closer as he led her out of the bathroom. He felt like he should ask what dirt she was referring to -- the girl had done her best to make sure she was cleaner than a clean room -- but he didn't want to force her into telling him something that she wasn't ready for. So he just stayed close, letting her lean into him, and just trying to be comforting in his own special way.
Her body began to tremble as the cold temperature of the room finally got to her and her mess of choppy shoulder-length brown hair dripped, the water collecting on Dean's shoulder. "Lamia wanted to open my scar. Spread it to my shoulders. To make me untouchable."
"Unfortunately for him, I happen to think scars are sexy," Dean joked lightly. He didn't care about the water -- he could change his shirt. He just kept her close, sitting them down on the edge of the bed and starting to rub her shoulder lightly.
"When he asked if you ever really wondered how I got it... have you?" She was scared of what effect Lamia's words had on Dean. As Anna sat down next to Dean, she shifted into his lap and curled into him for warmth, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Dean pulled her in closer, wrapping his arms around her and just letting her stay close. "Not my business," he replied. "If you wanted me to know you would have told me." He really didn't give a shit what the demon tried to taunt him with. It wasn't like demons hadn't tried taunting him before. That kind of approach was old news at this point.
"It makes me untouchable. Knowing." She said quietly, before lifting her head to look at Dean. A hand went to her matted hair and she looked away ashamed. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"Hey," he said, moving his hand to catch under her chin, before turning her to look at him. "No matter what it is -- it doesn't make you untouchable. It's just a scar. God only knows I've had too many of them to count. And you have nothing to be sorry about. This wasn't your fault." He didn't know if he'd get through to her, at least not when she was like this, but he was sure as hell going to try.
"When I was seventeen, it was my birthday, and I was walking home from volunteering at the summer school... I felt this sharp pain in my back, like fire spreading up my spine and everything moved so fast. I was on the ground, and this man was on top of me. Shredding my- my t-shirt and jeans and he unzipped his pants. He- he pushed inside me and I was frozen, but then it hurt and I realized I was being raped. I tried to fight him off, I fought so hard but he grabbed my shoulders and he- he- slammed my head against the ground. One. Two. Three. And everything got blurry and fuzzy and he said I was one of them now and he called 9-1-1 before- before just strolling away like he was the king of the Island. I was in the hospital for a week. Sometimes if the pressure drops enough I can feel that ache in my hips from when he nearly dislocated my femur." The words came out quietly, evenly, and Anna ducked her head as tears welled in her eyes. She started to shrink back away from Dean ashamed.
Dean digested the information slowly, not knowing exactly how to respond to that. But he wasn't about to let her slip away quite yet. He didn't make a real point to hold her in place if she didn't want to be there, but he didn't exactly make it seem like he was letting her go either. It's just -- Dean Winchester didn't usually do deep, meaningful conversations. So the words as to what he was supposed to say to something that was clearly deep and meaningful? Not coming so easily. And considering his current mental state, he wasn't sure if he was the best person to be giving this information to. Because at the end of the day? This pissed him off. This pissed him off a lot. And right now, anger was a dangerous thing.
"That wasn't your fault, Anna," he said softly. "It's not something you have to be ashamed of." One hand slid up her back slightly, his eyes following the line down her back. "It's just a scar -- a scar from a bad memory, but a scar nonetheless."
"It's a part of me. I became a cop because he took my best friend next, and three others after her. I spent five years looking and I never found him." Anna shook her head numbly, looking down at her hands as she continued to avoid looking up at Dean. She wasn't sure she would be able to anymore. Not after this. "Now do you see why I'm so untouchable? Nobody wants the broken doll."
"You're not broken," he said firmly, doing his best to try and meet her eyes. "You've got a past. Everyone does. But you are not broken, and you're certainly not untouchable. Not even close."
"You're going to look at me differently. Everyone does. Don did too." She meets his eyes, sullen and defeated in his arms.
Dean just gave her a look -- the one that he usually saved for his brother when he was being an idiot. "If I start looking at you differently, I give you full permission to smack me, got it?" Because there was a silent fear in the pit of his stomach that what he did in Hell wasn't completely gone just because he was alive and human again. And if he started acting differently around anyone -- he wanted it to be put a stop to, then and there.
Anna knew that look, and some part of her deep inside was weeping with joy for that reaction, but all that reached the surface was a faint smile on her lips. "Can you prove it to me? That I'm still- touchable?" She asked softly, her eyes falling to Dean's lips.
At that she got a wide grin, his hands sliding down so that they were resting on her hips. "Well, I don't really think it's necessary, but if it's what you really feel you need -- " He was teasing, trying to get things back into the realm of flirty and fun as oppose to dark and depressing.
"I need you, Dean." She whispered as she leaned in, hovering a mere inch from his lips as her arms slid around his neck and the towel slid off her body to pool in his lap.
"Good then," he said, before leaning into kiss her gently, letting his hands slide warmly over her back and he started to push her back onto the bed.
Anna moved slowly according to Dean's cues and as her head hit the pillow softly, she looked up at Dean as if she were searching for answers in his expression. Answers to her fear that he wouldn't want to do this now -- because of her having been possessed by Lamia when they'd had sex, and after her disclosure of her scar's origin.
Dean just looked back at her, almost confused at the look she was giving him. He pulled away from her lips slightly, before letting his lips trail down her neck, nipping lightly as he went. "Beautiful," he murmured, sliding one hand down her thigh and shifting so that it was against his hip.
Anna's eyes widened in surprise at his utterance. It was... sweet. Uncharacteristically so, she believed. But this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, and who was she to question it? Her hand slid up his arm to rest against the back of his neck as she arched slightly under his touch.
He continued to let his hands and lips move lower, trailing against her chest as he went. His fingers slipped over the edge of her thigh, moving to pull the towel out of the way, before leaning back in to get close to her again.
A soft gasp escaped her lips at the touch and her hands slowly pushed Dean's shirt up his chest. After all, it really wasn't fair for her to be the only naked one here.
He moved a hand back, helping her pull the shirt over his head, before tossing it to the side and moving back in again. He moved to kiss her again, a bit harder than before, moving one hand up to cup the side of her face lightly.
She slid her arms around his waist, gripping his back gently as she returned the kiss, passionate with a tinge of desperation in there. His name escaped her lips in a whisper between kisses and she bit her nails down into his back.
He groaned slightly as her nails dug in, fingers tightening briefly against her skin as he moved in closer. The hand against her face slid back into her hair, gripping it slightly as he leaned more of his weight against her, pushing her further into the bed.
She moaned quietly and arched against him, hooking a leg around his waist to tug his hips into her to feel if he was getting hard for her yet. Her lips ghosted over his jaw briefly before finding one of his favorite spots on his neck and nipping at it passionately.
His fingers tightened around her thigh, pushing himself in closer and his teeth raked over her ear lightly, before starting to trail down her neck and chest as he started to move lower again.
Anna let out a breathy moan, biting her lip as she watched him move lower - waiting, anticipating where the next twinge of pleasure would come from.
He took his time with it, dragging his lips slowly over her chest and down lower, letting his hands slide over her curves as he went.
This slower, gentler type of foreplay took Anna a bit by surprise but it wasn't a bad surprise. It was something she could get used to and that thought caused her to smile softly at Dean and run her fingers through his hair.
His teeth nipped lightly at the edge of her stomach, letting his hands trail over her hips and down her legs, digging into her thighs slightly when he felt her hand in his hair.
"Mmm..." She breathed out softly, fingers combing through his hair again.
He continued to move lower, trailing his lips over the inside of her thigh lightly, before starting to move in closer, trailing his fingers up the opposite one as he went.
She moaned and arched slightly while her hand slid from his hair to cradle the back of his head. "Dean..." She mumbled.
He continued to move slowly against her, letting his fingers slide down and against her, pushing up against her clit lightly.
Her breath hitched and she bit her lips to keep her from pushing back against his hand - she didn't want to appear needy or desperate.
His lips continued to trail their way down her thigh, pushing back against her clit as he got closer, before letting his fingers slide down lower and slipping one inside her.
"O-Ohh..." She gasped and let out a soft moan, hips slowly pushing back against his finger. The more she pushed her hips and he moved his finger, the louder her moans became.
Dean moved his finger with her hips for a minute, before slipping another finger inside her, scissoring his fingers slightly as he continued to move them in and out of her.
As much as she loved this - and oh, it was obvious she did - she wanted Dean to feel the kind of pleasure she was experiencing. After a few minutes of moaning and arching, she looked down at him, covered in a light sweat and met his eyes. Her hand slid from the back of his head to tenderly cup the side of his face and pull him closer.
He moved as she indicated, moving up so that he was holding himself up over her, waiting for her next instruction.
Biting her lip briefly, Anna took a moment to just gaze into his eyes while her thumb brushed lightly against his cheek. Meanwhile, her other hand slipped between them and found his cock. Anna trailed her fingers lightly against the soft flesh before curling them around his length and stroking him slowly.
His eyes closed as his head fell to her shoulder, his arms buckling slightly over her. His lips brushed her shoulder as he moved lower, moaning softly against her skin.
After a few minutes of slow, smooth strokes, she pulled her hand back and ground her hips up against his, fingers curling in his hair as she moaned. "Dean..."
He moved his lips over to her neck, moving his hips with hers, before shifting away slightly, reaching for the nightstand for a minute. His hand returned, and he slipped on the condom, before moving closer again, starting to slide smoothly inside her.
Arching up, she groaned and hooked a leg around his hips while she adjusted to his size briefly. Once she was ready, she turned her head to kiss his forehead and
pulled him tightly against her.
His hips slowly moved against hers, picking up speed as he went. His lips continued to trail against her neck as he moved, biting down lightly when he reached the nape of her neck.
"Oh-ohh!" She whimpered as he bit her neck, eyes rolling back briefly when he hit a particularly erogenous spot that had her seeing fireworks and caused her to bite her nails down into his back.
He hissed lightly at the nails, his body arching against her and he started to pump a little faster.
Anna's head fell back against the bed and she let go of Dean, kissing his neck softly and whispering in his ear. "Sorry." Her hips bucked against him and she groaned.
"I wasn't complainin'," he muttered, continuing to rock his hips against her.
"...Oh." She blushed a little - something she rarely (if ever) did around him and nodded, biting her lip against a moan.
He thought the blushing was cute. She should do it more often. His teeth raked over her earlobe lightly as his hips started to pick up speed again. He was getting close, and he had to make this last. His hand started to slide down her sides slowly, traveling between her legs and starting to brush against her clit lightly.
Gasping, she jerked up against him and moaned loudly. "Ohhh!" Her body began to tremble beneath him as she climbed to the edge, her (traditional) whimpers a sign of her impending orgasm.
Dean kept moving against her, dividing his concentration between holding himself back and pushing her forward.
With a rough thrust back against him and her nails digging into the sheets beneath her, she cried out loudly as she came, inner muscles clamping down hard around him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. "Dean!"
He groaned lightly as he came soon after her, his body practically collapsing on top of her as the pleasure washed through him, closing his eyes until his head stopped spinning and he could catch his breath.
Wrapping her arms around Dean, she held him against her and kissed his forehead tenderly while she stroked his hair. Her chest rose against his and fell with each heavy breath, Anna herself trying to catch her breath as well.
He shifted after a minute, moving only long enough to toss the condom and pull the covers back, before sliding into bed next to her again, draping an arm across her waist. "You okay?"
"Hmm?" She lifted her head to look at him, shifting to curl into him more than she normally did. "I'm fine."
"Okay," he murmured, letting her curl up closer, as he closed his eyes and started to drift off to some form of sleep.
"Dean?" She murmured quietly as she watched him close his eyes.
"Hmmm?" he said, blinking up at her for a moment.
Resting her forehead against his she whispered, "Thank you."
He gave her a sleepy smirk, before kissing the top of her head lightly. "Don't mention it."
"You saved me." She met his eyes, entirely serious at the moment. "I'll repay you for that someday."
Dean looked down at her for a minute, before shrugging. "As I said, Anna -- don't mention it." Saving me tends to get people killed.
"Don't leave me, okay?" She murmured sleepily as she began to drift off against his shoulder.
"Okay," he murmured, tightening his arms around her slightly, before closing his eyes and drifting off as well.
Anna Morasca
Supernatural [OC]
3,602 Words
Don't touch me...
Don't touch me. Three little words that seemed to have complete power over her now. She'd been possessed by a demon, stripped of control over her body, and left for dead. Lamia tried to out her to Dean - the one man who didn't treat her as if she were fragile or damaged - after having broken her spirit. And so here she was, stripped down to the core under a blazing downpour in a crappy motel shower with her back to the wall. She'd been in there for almost forty-five minutes, broken and crying as she scrubbed her skin raw, fighting to get herself clean of all the invisible dirt she saw on her body. Eventually she gave up and slid to the floor as the water beat down on her and uneven chunks of what used to be her beautiful long brown hair littered the bathroom floor outside the shower. Lamia had broken her, and in a fit of near-psychotic breakdown she'd taken the switchblade she hid in her pants and shredded her hair because she couldn't stand the feel of it against her skin. It reminded her of too many raw wounds that had a long time to heal.
The door was left unlocked, however, and it was only a matter of time before one of the boys came in to find her - broken, raw, naked - under a pouring rain that was growing colder by the minute.
Dean was worried about her. Getting possessed was no walk in the park, and while Dean did blame himself somewhat for this -- he should have been thinking that he could have protected her. But for some reason, both he and Sam failed to think of her getting possessed, and he would take that on himself as his fault. She had been in there a bit longer than he was comfortable with, however, and after a while he felt that he should check on her. He slowly started to make his way to the door, before rapping on it lightly with his knuckles. "Anna?" he frowned. "You okay in there?"
There was no response, nothing but the beating of water against the shower wall and her reddened skin. She heard him, part of her did anyway. But she continued to stare at her hands, lost in the darkness she'd fallen into.
Dean sighed for a minute, running his hand over his face before turning the knob slowly. It wasn't like it wasn't something he hadn't seen before, but he didn't want to be intruding on her privacy -- at least not right after this. "Anna, sweetheart? You alright in here?"
Still no answer. Just the shower running and the click-click of her closed switchblade falling onto the bathroom floor as she lopped off a final chunk of her hair.
Dean closed his eyes for a minute, before pushing the door the rest of the way open and starting to make his way inside. "I know you're probably going to smack me for this, but I just want to make sure that you're -- " His voice trailed off when he actually opened his eyes and saw the sight in front of him, his face went from just plain concern to downright worry. " -- Anna?" He started to make his way over to her, dropping to his knees in front of the shower before reaching up to turn the already cold water off. After that, he reached for her, cupping her face in his hands so that she was looking at him. "You okay in there, kid?"
Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, clouded over from all of the pain she'd released and now gone numb from. The luster of her emerald eyes had faded to a dull, swampy hue and only served to showcase the hollowness in her gaze. Chunks of hair stuck to her wet skin while the rest littered the floor and the bathtub. When she spoke, there was no cadence or force. "Still won't come off."
"What won't?" Dean frowned, reaching for a towel to wrap her in as he started to pull her out of the tub. He saw the stuck hair, but he didn't think much of it. He figured she'd explain if she wanted to, and if she didn't, she wouldn't. No muss, no fuss.
"The dirt. Never comes off. All these years, never comes off." She moved noncomitally out of the tub under Dean's guide, instinctively leaning into him as she began to snap out of her daze.
Dean slid his arms around her with the towel, pulling her in closer as he led her out of the bathroom. He felt like he should ask what dirt she was referring to -- the girl had done her best to make sure she was cleaner than a clean room -- but he didn't want to force her into telling him something that she wasn't ready for. So he just stayed close, letting her lean into him, and just trying to be comforting in his own special way.
Her body began to tremble as the cold temperature of the room finally got to her and her mess of choppy shoulder-length brown hair dripped, the water collecting on Dean's shoulder. "Lamia wanted to open my scar. Spread it to my shoulders. To make me untouchable."
"Unfortunately for him, I happen to think scars are sexy," Dean joked lightly. He didn't care about the water -- he could change his shirt. He just kept her close, sitting them down on the edge of the bed and starting to rub her shoulder lightly.
"When he asked if you ever really wondered how I got it... have you?" She was scared of what effect Lamia's words had on Dean. As Anna sat down next to Dean, she shifted into his lap and curled into him for warmth, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Dean pulled her in closer, wrapping his arms around her and just letting her stay close. "Not my business," he replied. "If you wanted me to know you would have told me." He really didn't give a shit what the demon tried to taunt him with. It wasn't like demons hadn't tried taunting him before. That kind of approach was old news at this point.
"It makes me untouchable. Knowing." She said quietly, before lifting her head to look at Dean. A hand went to her matted hair and she looked away ashamed. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"Hey," he said, moving his hand to catch under her chin, before turning her to look at him. "No matter what it is -- it doesn't make you untouchable. It's just a scar. God only knows I've had too many of them to count. And you have nothing to be sorry about. This wasn't your fault." He didn't know if he'd get through to her, at least not when she was like this, but he was sure as hell going to try.
"When I was seventeen, it was my birthday, and I was walking home from volunteering at the summer school... I felt this sharp pain in my back, like fire spreading up my spine and everything moved so fast. I was on the ground, and this man was on top of me. Shredding my- my t-shirt and jeans and he unzipped his pants. He- he pushed inside me and I was frozen, but then it hurt and I realized I was being raped. I tried to fight him off, I fought so hard but he grabbed my shoulders and he- he- slammed my head against the ground. One. Two. Three. And everything got blurry and fuzzy and he said I was one of them now and he called 9-1-1 before- before just strolling away like he was the king of the Island. I was in the hospital for a week. Sometimes if the pressure drops enough I can feel that ache in my hips from when he nearly dislocated my femur." The words came out quietly, evenly, and Anna ducked her head as tears welled in her eyes. She started to shrink back away from Dean ashamed.
Dean digested the information slowly, not knowing exactly how to respond to that. But he wasn't about to let her slip away quite yet. He didn't make a real point to hold her in place if she didn't want to be there, but he didn't exactly make it seem like he was letting her go either. It's just -- Dean Winchester didn't usually do deep, meaningful conversations. So the words as to what he was supposed to say to something that was clearly deep and meaningful? Not coming so easily. And considering his current mental state, he wasn't sure if he was the best person to be giving this information to. Because at the end of the day? This pissed him off. This pissed him off a lot. And right now, anger was a dangerous thing.
"That wasn't your fault, Anna," he said softly. "It's not something you have to be ashamed of." One hand slid up her back slightly, his eyes following the line down her back. "It's just a scar -- a scar from a bad memory, but a scar nonetheless."
"It's a part of me. I became a cop because he took my best friend next, and three others after her. I spent five years looking and I never found him." Anna shook her head numbly, looking down at her hands as she continued to avoid looking up at Dean. She wasn't sure she would be able to anymore. Not after this. "Now do you see why I'm so untouchable? Nobody wants the broken doll."
"You're not broken," he said firmly, doing his best to try and meet her eyes. "You've got a past. Everyone does. But you are not broken, and you're certainly not untouchable. Not even close."
"You're going to look at me differently. Everyone does. Don did too." She meets his eyes, sullen and defeated in his arms.
Dean just gave her a look -- the one that he usually saved for his brother when he was being an idiot. "If I start looking at you differently, I give you full permission to smack me, got it?" Because there was a silent fear in the pit of his stomach that what he did in Hell wasn't completely gone just because he was alive and human again. And if he started acting differently around anyone -- he wanted it to be put a stop to, then and there.
Anna knew that look, and some part of her deep inside was weeping with joy for that reaction, but all that reached the surface was a faint smile on her lips. "Can you prove it to me? That I'm still- touchable?" She asked softly, her eyes falling to Dean's lips.
At that she got a wide grin, his hands sliding down so that they were resting on her hips. "Well, I don't really think it's necessary, but if it's what you really feel you need -- " He was teasing, trying to get things back into the realm of flirty and fun as oppose to dark and depressing.
"I need you, Dean." She whispered as she leaned in, hovering a mere inch from his lips as her arms slid around his neck and the towel slid off her body to pool in his lap.
"Good then," he said, before leaning into kiss her gently, letting his hands slide warmly over her back and he started to push her back onto the bed.
Anna moved slowly according to Dean's cues and as her head hit the pillow softly, she looked up at Dean as if she were searching for answers in his expression. Answers to her fear that he wouldn't want to do this now -- because of her having been possessed by Lamia when they'd had sex, and after her disclosure of her scar's origin.
Dean just looked back at her, almost confused at the look she was giving him. He pulled away from her lips slightly, before letting his lips trail down her neck, nipping lightly as he went. "Beautiful," he murmured, sliding one hand down her thigh and shifting so that it was against his hip.
Anna's eyes widened in surprise at his utterance. It was... sweet. Uncharacteristically so, she believed. But this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, and who was she to question it? Her hand slid up his arm to rest against the back of his neck as she arched slightly under his touch.
He continued to let his hands and lips move lower, trailing against her chest as he went. His fingers slipped over the edge of her thigh, moving to pull the towel out of the way, before leaning back in to get close to her again.
A soft gasp escaped her lips at the touch and her hands slowly pushed Dean's shirt up his chest. After all, it really wasn't fair for her to be the only naked one here.
He moved a hand back, helping her pull the shirt over his head, before tossing it to the side and moving back in again. He moved to kiss her again, a bit harder than before, moving one hand up to cup the side of her face lightly.
She slid her arms around his waist, gripping his back gently as she returned the kiss, passionate with a tinge of desperation in there. His name escaped her lips in a whisper between kisses and she bit her nails down into his back.
He groaned slightly as her nails dug in, fingers tightening briefly against her skin as he moved in closer. The hand against her face slid back into her hair, gripping it slightly as he leaned more of his weight against her, pushing her further into the bed.
She moaned quietly and arched against him, hooking a leg around his waist to tug his hips into her to feel if he was getting hard for her yet. Her lips ghosted over his jaw briefly before finding one of his favorite spots on his neck and nipping at it passionately.
His fingers tightened around her thigh, pushing himself in closer and his teeth raked over her ear lightly, before starting to trail down her neck and chest as he started to move lower again.
Anna let out a breathy moan, biting her lip as she watched him move lower - waiting, anticipating where the next twinge of pleasure would come from.
He took his time with it, dragging his lips slowly over her chest and down lower, letting his hands slide over her curves as he went.
This slower, gentler type of foreplay took Anna a bit by surprise but it wasn't a bad surprise. It was something she could get used to and that thought caused her to smile softly at Dean and run her fingers through his hair.
His teeth nipped lightly at the edge of her stomach, letting his hands trail over her hips and down her legs, digging into her thighs slightly when he felt her hand in his hair.
"Mmm..." She breathed out softly, fingers combing through his hair again.
He continued to move lower, trailing his lips over the inside of her thigh lightly, before starting to move in closer, trailing his fingers up the opposite one as he went.
She moaned and arched slightly while her hand slid from his hair to cradle the back of his head. "Dean..." She mumbled.
He continued to move slowly against her, letting his fingers slide down and against her, pushing up against her clit lightly.
Her breath hitched and she bit her lips to keep her from pushing back against his hand - she didn't want to appear needy or desperate.
His lips continued to trail their way down her thigh, pushing back against her clit as he got closer, before letting his fingers slide down lower and slipping one inside her.
"O-Ohh..." She gasped and let out a soft moan, hips slowly pushing back against his finger. The more she pushed her hips and he moved his finger, the louder her moans became.
Dean moved his finger with her hips for a minute, before slipping another finger inside her, scissoring his fingers slightly as he continued to move them in and out of her.
As much as she loved this - and oh, it was obvious she did - she wanted Dean to feel the kind of pleasure she was experiencing. After a few minutes of moaning and arching, she looked down at him, covered in a light sweat and met his eyes. Her hand slid from the back of his head to tenderly cup the side of his face and pull him closer.
He moved as she indicated, moving up so that he was holding himself up over her, waiting for her next instruction.
Biting her lip briefly, Anna took a moment to just gaze into his eyes while her thumb brushed lightly against his cheek. Meanwhile, her other hand slipped between them and found his cock. Anna trailed her fingers lightly against the soft flesh before curling them around his length and stroking him slowly.
His eyes closed as his head fell to her shoulder, his arms buckling slightly over her. His lips brushed her shoulder as he moved lower, moaning softly against her skin.
After a few minutes of slow, smooth strokes, she pulled her hand back and ground her hips up against his, fingers curling in his hair as she moaned. "Dean..."
He moved his lips over to her neck, moving his hips with hers, before shifting away slightly, reaching for the nightstand for a minute. His hand returned, and he slipped on the condom, before moving closer again, starting to slide smoothly inside her.
Arching up, she groaned and hooked a leg around his hips while she adjusted to his size briefly. Once she was ready, she turned her head to kiss his forehead and
pulled him tightly against her.
His hips slowly moved against hers, picking up speed as he went. His lips continued to trail against her neck as he moved, biting down lightly when he reached the nape of her neck.
"Oh-ohh!" She whimpered as he bit her neck, eyes rolling back briefly when he hit a particularly erogenous spot that had her seeing fireworks and caused her to bite her nails down into his back.
He hissed lightly at the nails, his body arching against her and he started to pump a little faster.
Anna's head fell back against the bed and she let go of Dean, kissing his neck softly and whispering in his ear. "Sorry." Her hips bucked against him and she groaned.
"I wasn't complainin'," he muttered, continuing to rock his hips against her.
"...Oh." She blushed a little - something she rarely (if ever) did around him and nodded, biting her lip against a moan.
He thought the blushing was cute. She should do it more often. His teeth raked over her earlobe lightly as his hips started to pick up speed again. He was getting close, and he had to make this last. His hand started to slide down her sides slowly, traveling between her legs and starting to brush against her clit lightly.
Gasping, she jerked up against him and moaned loudly. "Ohhh!" Her body began to tremble beneath him as she climbed to the edge, her (traditional) whimpers a sign of her impending orgasm.
Dean kept moving against her, dividing his concentration between holding himself back and pushing her forward.
With a rough thrust back against him and her nails digging into the sheets beneath her, she cried out loudly as she came, inner muscles clamping down hard around him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. "Dean!"
He groaned lightly as he came soon after her, his body practically collapsing on top of her as the pleasure washed through him, closing his eyes until his head stopped spinning and he could catch his breath.
Wrapping her arms around Dean, she held him against her and kissed his forehead tenderly while she stroked his hair. Her chest rose against his and fell with each heavy breath, Anna herself trying to catch her breath as well.
He shifted after a minute, moving only long enough to toss the condom and pull the covers back, before sliding into bed next to her again, draping an arm across her waist. "You okay?"
"Hmm?" She lifted her head to look at him, shifting to curl into him more than she normally did. "I'm fine."
"Okay," he murmured, letting her curl up closer, as he closed his eyes and started to drift off to some form of sleep.
"Dean?" She murmured quietly as she watched him close his eyes.
"Hmmm?" he said, blinking up at her for a moment.
Resting her forehead against his she whispered, "Thank you."
He gave her a sleepy smirk, before kissing the top of her head lightly. "Don't mention it."
"You saved me." She met his eyes, entirely serious at the moment. "I'll repay you for that someday."
Dean looked down at her for a minute, before shrugging. "As I said, Anna -- don't mention it." Saving me tends to get people killed.
"Don't leave me, okay?" She murmured sleepily as she began to drift off against his shoulder.
"Okay," he murmured, tightening his arms around her slightly, before closing his eyes and drifting off as well.
Anna Morasca
Supernatural [OC]
3,602 Words