Fic: Love, War and Remembrance (5/5)
Fic: Love, War and Remembrance (5/5)
Series: Special Projects
Summary: Sam visits Sarah. Dean and Chloe figure out what to do with all those tacky gifts that they didn't ask for in the first place.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: NC-17
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Warning: This chapter is most definitely NC-17. Destinysdragon? You asked for this.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5
All the way back to the car, he kept one arm around her. They'd parked back in the back of an underground parking garage. Now, as they walked back to the car, he noted that there wasn't anyone around.
With a sly grin, he let her into the Impala and then got in next to her. When they were settled, he shoved the bench seat back as far as it would go and then turned to her. “Now.”
“What?” She squinted at him.
“The bet was: where when and how. I want you, Chloe. Right here. Right now.”
Her sparkling green eyes took on an intrigued look. “In the car?”
His grin spread to the point he thought his face would crack. “Oh hell yeah.”
She stared at his face for a while. Then she nodded once in simple acceptance. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said.
“But the bet was also how. So . . . what do you want to do?”
Dean stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. Then he leaned the seat back, and reclined against it. “For starters, take off your shirt.”
With a faint, teasing grin, Chloe reached for the hemline of her knit top.
“Slowly,” Dean commanded.
She acknowledged his direction with a faint nod. Then inch by torturous inch, she pulled the sweater over her head, revealing creamy white skin.
Dean longed to touch the expanse of silky smooth flesh between her breasts and navel, but held himself in check. There would be time for exploration later. Right now, he wanted to savor the moment. “Now, your bra.”
Again she nodded before reaching around behind herself to unclasp the lacy green material. Her breasts were full, round and in his opinion, perfect. The rose-colored nipples hardened to stiff peaks as they were suddenly exposed to the coolness of the air.
As before, he found himself wanting to touch her. To take her into his mouth and taste until she was writhing under her touch. But he fisted his hand and bit his lip instead. There would be time for that later. For now she was his to command. And she was looking at him expectantly.
“Now touch them,” he whispered huskily.
She nodded and then her hands slid over her belly and up her sides. She cupped each of them in a hand, fingers splayed out to squeeze and kneed them like dough. She pushed them together and upward, making them look impossibly fuller. Dean bit his lip harder as he thought about having her hold them like that while he thrust between them.
Having him watch her like this was starting to turn her on. He could tell by the way she threw her head back and the erratic way her breathing was picking up. He figured it was time to take things up a little.
“Unbutton your pants, Chloe.”
A mischievous smile played around the corner of her lips as she slid her hands slowly down her navel to the button. As if she were doing a strip tease, she unbuttoned the jeans slowly.
“Now the zipper,” he said hoarsely.
She nodded once, and inched the fly of her pants open. He could see through the gap that her panties were green to match her bra. Suddenly, he felt like she was wearing way too many clothes. “Take them off.”
Slowly she inched out of them, and left them on the floorboard with the rest of her clothing. She sat there in the passenger seat, wearing nothing but her soaked panties. The scent of her arousal filled the car. Dean swallowed convulsively.
“Now . . . touch yourself, Chloe,” he said. “I want to see you get yourself off.”
She nodded, and then her hands crept under the elastic of the underwear.
“Take them off,” he said.
Her thumbs hooked over the waistband and then she was naked. Her fingers playing in the folds of her womanhood, her head thrown back and body arched in a way that made him hungry to participate.
“What are you thinking of?” He whispered to her.
“You,” she moaned as one hand pinched at her clit while the other buried itself within her. “Your hands touching me. You inside me.”
“Like this?” he closed the space between them to cup her breasts and nip at her collarbone. When her own ministrations stilled, he shook his head. “Don't stop, Chloe. I want you to get off before I let you fuck me.”
She moaned in response. Her moves became jerky as her excitement grew. Dean kissed a wet trail down to her breasts, where he nipped at one, then the other. Finally, her cry of ecstasy alerted him when she achieved her own climax.
He pulled away, and lay back on the bench seat again. “Now take my pants off,” he said. “Condom is in the pocket.
She compiled with jerky movements. When he was ready for her, she looked at him with expectant eyes. He responded by patting his hip. “Ride me.”
She straddled his hips, and took him inside her with a fluid motion. Her channel was slick from her earlier exertions, and he slid easily into her depths. Then she began to rock.
Dean lay back and enjoyed the way she looked: Wild and untamed. Breasts bouncing against her chest. Her hair was starting to grow out again and it had fallen out of the hairpins and into her eyes. When her movements became jerky and erratic, he seized her hips and re-set the pace with deep, hard thrusts. Before long she was screaming his name. She leaned forward as her climax washed over her and covered his lips with her own.
He kept himself from coming as her inner muscles squeezed against him with her climax. When she'd finished, he pulled out of her and discarded the rubber. Then he rolled her onto her back, took her hands in his, and forced her to push her breasts together.
“Fuck me like this, Chloe,” he commanded.
She sighed in a way that told him she was satiated but still game to let him get off. Then she pushed her breasts together so that they closed around him.
He shut his eyes and threw his head back at the feel. She was soft like velvet, warm like summer and completely his. He thrust into the hollow between her breasts once, twice, and then came in long, hot spasms across her neck and chest.
He looked down to see her smiling up at him. “About finished there?”
“Oh yeah,” he stripped out of his outermost shirt, and used the material to mop up the mess. “Gonna have to go over the seats with Armor All ASAP,” he said as he dabbed at her chest.
She gave him an odd look at that. “What? You don't have that stuff in the trunk?”
He blinked at that as he released the shirt to her so that she could finish cleaning herself up. Then he pulled off yet another shirt to take care of the seat. “Why should I?”
She replied with a Gallic shrug before reaching for her own clothes. “Dunno. For cleaning up the car after your past conquests?”
He dropped the makeshift rag, and gave her a confused look. “In the Impala?”
“Well, yeah. I'm here, aren't I?” She said
“Yeah, but you're my wife. That's different. I've never had a random chick in the car. It's my car.”
“Really?” Chloe's eyebrows climbed toward her hairline.
“Some things are sacred,” Dean said.
“Oh!” Chloe's eyes grew misty. Then she pulled him to her, and rained kisses across his face.
Dean blinked at her in confusion. “Okay, I have no idea why you're so happy, but I'm just going to go with it,” he said, returning her kiss with one of his own.
“Just. . . You've got this amazing way of making me feel special without even trying,” she said.
He shrugged at that, reached out and caressed the side of her face. “It's you, Chloe,” he said. She nodded at that as they went back to dressing. But throughout the trip home, she kept giving him that look that told him that he'd done something to make her feel incredibly special.
Dean pulled her closer as he drove. He had no idea what he'd done. But if it made her day, then he was just going to enjoy the afterglow. Why question a good thing?