Dean/Petra smutty Christmas ficlets
More Christmas ficlets, in the genre of Dean/Petra. They all ended up a bit sexy. ;)
Thanks to trinity_clare for beta’ing these for me. Obviously only Petra belongs to me.
For wenchpixie: Petra feeling sick and meh and Dean trying to cheer her up. (NC17)
It’s one of those days when time could not move more slowly if it started a steady jog backward. Petra’s sure some elves or pixies have come and put extra hours in. She makes a mental note to ask Dean if supernatural creepies exist that can bend time.
Anne threatens to smash Petra’s watch if she presses it again.
“It’s ‘cause Dean’s arriving today, isn’t it?”
Petra laughs and shakes her head, even though that’s partially true. The rest of it’s too little money and too many people that need it. It’s Martin being sniffy with her when she needs his help, and when’s that gonna get old. It’s too many emails in her inbox and not enough time.
Anne makes Petra leave with her, drags her and puts her physically in the car before she can do any more work.
*
Petra has the door half open when she feels it loosening under her grasp. She grins as Dean pulls her into a hug.
“I’m here.” Petra nods back and doesn’t know where the tears that suddenly fall are coming from. She tries to bury her face in his chest, but feels him gently touching her chin and tilting her face upward. “What is it? Pet…”
“No...nothing,” Petra says, feeling like an idiot. “Long day, that’s all.” Her bones are aching and tired, and her head feels heavy. She wants to shake off the mood, the meh that’s plagued her all day. She wants to leave work at the office but it’s hard.
Dean bundles her inside and says he’ll make her some coffee. He sits her on the couch and kisses her forehead, chatting away as he wanders away from her. Petra listens to him moving around in the kitchen. He was here when she opened the door. The key was a good idea, she thinks. Dean comes back in and he’s not moving any slower than usual, even though he must have a mug in his hand. He presses it into hers.
“How was the hunt? You said it was a haunted…theatre?”
“Yeah. Used to be a theatre. Now it’s fancy apartments for rich folk. It was fine. We killed it.” Dean pats her knee, closing the door on the subject. “So how was yours? Why long?”
Petra shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Not like I had to hunt any ghosts or anything.” She sips the coffee and it’s milky and warm and comforting as it slips down her throat.
“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard.” She hears Dean shift and then feels his body pressing flush against her side. She gets as close as possible to him too, resting her head on his shoulder.
“We didn’t make as much as we wanted.” Petra lifts her head to look at him. He likes to see her eyes when she talks. “I had to decide which school got the most funding. I had to judge which kids were the most needy.” She finishes her coffee and Dean takes the mug out of her hand. “We have criteria we follow. Number of kids, severity of disability…” She’s silent and Dean doesn’t say anything, just rubs her shoulder gently and when she feels those muscles start to loosen he must be able to tell because he moves on to her neck.
“That must suck. I’m sure you do the best you can though, I mean…”
“Yeah. I know.” Petra moves her head from side to side and hears her neck make a loud ‘click’. “It does suck though. I’ve suggested some more fundraiser ideas. Hopefully we’ll raise enough for them all. But in the meantime they’ll have to apply for grants to other charities….those poor kids.”
Petra buries her face in his chest and Dean pulls her close. He doesn’t say anything. They sit like that for a long time, Dean making lazy circles on her side. Petra lets her whole body relax and feels herself sinking into him. “Want me to run you a bath?” Petra looks up at Dean in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that. I can run a bath.”
Petra sits back. “Sure.” Dean pulls away from her and Petra listens as she hears the water run. He clatters around in there for a while before he comes back.
“Petra?” Petra pushes herself up but something gives and she starts to fall back again. Fuck, I’m tired, Petra thinks. Dean’s arms clasp her and stop her from falling.
“You wanna go straight to bed instead?”
Petra shakes her head. “No. A bath is good.” As soon as they’re in the bathroom Petra can smell lavender, and …something else. She looks quizzically at Dean.
“You’ve got a lot of bath shit. I put a bunch in. There are a fuckload of bubbles.”
Petra giggles but feels her head swim. She frowns. Dean hesitantly lets go then grabs hold of her again. “Will you…”
“Sure.” Dean pulls gently at her clothes, and she has to hand it to him, he doesn’t cop a feel at all. He takes them off and steers her toward the bath. Petra sinks into it and feels the bubbles rise up above her knees. She leans back.
“That’s so good.”
“Yeah?” She hears Dean sit on the edge of the bath. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Petra reaches out as she hears Dean shift but only ends up banging her hand into the side of the bath. “Fuck.”
She hears Dean shift again. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I reached out to stop you and bashed my hand.” She holds it up and Dean takes it.
“You want me to stay?”
“Yeah. Join me?”
Dean doesn’t say anything but she hears him start to take off his clothes. She sits forward and feels Dean slide in behind her. He pulls her back so she’s against his chest and Petra moves so he can slide a leg either side of her. She presses back against him and Dean loops his hands around her. They sit like that for a while, then she feels fingers and cold wetness against her stomach. Dean’s fingers slide easily across. There’s a new smell too. She smiles and shuffles more comfortably against him, letting him slick slide his hand over her stomach. His other hand joins it, and soon he’s massaging her breasts softly, before sliding slowly down to her legs. Petra gives a low moan and Dean chuckles, putting some more cold onto her inner thighs.
Dean traces small tantalising circles too close to where she wants him, but never moving far enough up. “You’re very dirty,” he mumbles and Petra would laugh at how cheesy that is, but she can feel him stirring behind her and she thinks maybe she isn’t so tired. She tilts her head and Dean’s lips touch hers. She slips her tongue into his and as she starts to lick the roof of his mouth she jolts in response to Dean’s hand on her clit. He’s rubbing gently, just on her clit at first, knows just the amount of pressure to make the desire start to swell in her belly. Just as she thinks she’ll have to ask him, beg him for more, he reads her mind and one finger slides inside her, then a second. Petra kisses him more deeply, fucking his mouth with her tongue and pushing herself against his hand. The smell of lavender is strong, but not as strong as the smell of Dean that surrounds her. Her mouth falls away as Dean’s fingers evidently mean business, and they feel thick and strong and right inside her. His thumb, or maybe it’s his other hand, is still working its assault on her clit, and she tightens herself around Dean’s fingers, pulsing around them as they stroke her to a climax. All the tension of the day flows out of her as she arches against him, banging her elbow into the wall of bath but barely feeling it, feet slipping on the bottom as she fails to make purchase.
Petra’s lying against Dean, dazed, when she’s realizes the water’s cold but Dean’s not. She presses fully back and feels his hard-on against her.
“Dean…the water’s cold, how can you still be hard?” Petra teases.
Dean kisses her shoulder. “You’re naked and covered in lather,” he kisses her neck, “and my hands are covered in your come, so yeah.” He sounds like he barely got that out, voice heavy and raspy with need. Petra smiles and lifts herself off him, stepping gingerly out of the bath. She holds out her hand to Dean and he takes it, and she hears him lift himself out of the water.
After the second thud on the ground Petra reaches out her hand, touching his chest before pushing him backward. He must bang into the wall she figures, and she presses herself flush against him. Dean makes a noise in his throat that goes straight to her groin and she wriggles against him. She kisses his neck, trails tiny kisses along his chest, and down toward his stomach. She laps lazy circles around his belly button and listens to Dean’s trying to stutter out words.“Christ, Petra, I can’t…”
Petra looks up at him, lets him see her eyes, then drops fully down and graps his cock in her hand. She slides her hand up it, stops when she feels the tip, then puts her mouth to her hand. She pauses again at that point, looks up at Dean again, then swirls her tongue over her own fingers before sliding her hand down his cock, taking him fully in her mouth.
She works his cock slowly and too gently at first, and feels a hand pat the back of her head. One gentle rub and a moan from Dean, and Petra ups her pace. She cups his balls, and puts her other hand firmly on his ass. He’s solid and heavy in her mouth and he starts to buck forward fiercely. Petra presses on his ass, encouraging him because she wants to take him as deep as she possibly can. He fucks her mouth until it’s stretched as far as it will go and she knows she’ll be sore later.
He comes hard and quickly in her mouth and she milks him until he’s soft and until his moans die away and all she can hear is the thud of her own heart refusing to go back to normal.
“Feel any better?” Dean asks, and a hand tugs her to her feet.
“I might need some more cheering up…”
I think I did pyroblaze18’s in with my Dean/Petra Christmas fic?
For frickineddie: Dean re-meeting Petra's parents. (NC17)
If Petra could have thought of all the ways she’d want Dean to meet her parents again, it would not be this one.
She imagined her parents cooking them dinner. She imagined wine and delicious food. She imagined her Mom joking about when they were kids, and Dean getting embarrassed but wanting to hear about it anyway. She imagined her Dad wanting to hear all about the Impala, and Dean loving showing it off to him
She thought maybe she and Dean would cook dinner for her parents. Her Mom would be amazed they cooked something so special, and Petra would be able to show off Dean’s culinary skills. She’d be able to show off Dean, in her house and more importantly, in her life.
Petra did not imagine, ever, that it would work out quite how it did.
**
24 hours earlier.
“Petra, honey, can you do me a favor?” Mom’s voice booms down the phone. Petra mouths ‘Mom’ at Dean, and he squeezes her shoulder in response.
“Sure Mom, what is it?”
“Your father and I have to go away for the weekend. Leaving in the morning to see that awful friend of his who’s having some kind of crisis again - he is awful dear, he might be your friend but he’s not mine - anyway you know your Dad and his plants. The McCluskys are away, and I thought…I thought maybe you’d come and look after them. If that boyfriend of yours is around maybe we could all have dinner when we get back.”
“His name is Dean, you know that Mom.” I’ve told you a thousand times. You knew him when he was sixteen.
“If you and Dean want dinner on Sunday… is he around, Dean? Not gallivanting off around the country?”
“He’s here. I’ll have to check with him about the plants, but I’m sure it’s okay.” Petra hears Dean’s chuckle in the background and she starts to mouth that she’s sorry, but Dean’s hand rubs her shoulder again in passing.
“Good. About time we met him. Yes, I know I’ve met him but that’s not the point.”
“Get there by lunch? We’ll see you Sunday.” Mom hangs up before Petra can respond.
“I’m sorry,” Petra starts. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise…”
**
“So how are you gonna make it up to me?” Dean teases, and the music fades away under his speech. “Making me water plants and have dinner with the ‘rents?”
Petra grins and turns her head toward him. She waits for the pause between songs before she answers him. “I’ll let you put it anywhere.”
Petra feels the car jerk and Dean swears.
“Fuck…don’t say that while I’m changing lanes.”
“I didn’t know you were changing lanes, did I?”
“You know I’m in charge of a moving vehicle.”
**
Dean guides her to the door and it’s freaky, real freaky, ‘cause they’ve done this before, like a million times, but they were kids then. Dean stops her in the middle of the path and Petra says, “I know, time travel.” Dean pulls her on, but she can feel his distraction, that there’s a house right there that he lived in once, with a Dad who’s now gone, in a past that maybe sorta didn’t turn into the future he wanted, and Petra doesn’t know what to say.
So she kisses him forcefully, and tugs him into her parents’ house. Dean exclaims about everything that’s different, but they’re really looking for things that are the same. The paintings in the hall, the furniture in the dining room, they’re all new. The mark on the wall, where Petra fell and Dean had to run and get his frighteningly prepared first aid kit to fix her head, that’s still there. The window that looks out onto Dean’s old house, that’s still there.
Petra gives him a mock tour of the house, pointing things out as if he’s a stranger while Dean asks pretend questions. They end up at her bedroom.
“This really is weird,” Dean says, and she doesn’t hear his footsteps follow her in.
“Why?”
“The amount of time we spent in here.” One step.
“Spent more in your house.” Petra sits on the bed. “It is strange though, I feel sixteen again.”
“Yeah?” Two steps.
“Yeah.” Petra smiles, then coyly twists her head away from him. She pulls on a piece of her hair with her hand and grins at him. “Dean, thanks for coming over, come in.”
Dean chuckles, snorts, but takes firm steps toward her. “S’ok. Sammy was driving me crazy reciting equations.”
“Tell Sam I’ll listen to him later, you rotten brother.” Petra reaches up and hits his chest. She pokes him hard in the stomach. “So I take it you didn’t get invited to the party either?”
“No, they like, totally hate me,” Dean says. He laughs. He sits down heavily next to her and they both hear their memories in the silence. “Man, the time we wasted,” Dean says finally.
“You…” Petra’s never asked him this, not really. “You wanted me then?”
She feels Dean leaning in toward her although nothing’s really giving him away. She finally feels his breath against her mouth. She moves her lips forward but Dean isn’t there. “I think that’s a stupid question,” Dean says, and then his mouth is on hers, and he’s pushing her back onto her bed.
Her jeans and his soon fall away; Petra’s rucking up his shirt and Dean’s fingering her through her panties. They don’t wait to take off all their clothes. He pushes a hand up her shirt but doesn’t bother removing it, and she can feel the bottom of his shirt tickling her stomach. She feels like she’s young again, like she’s waited for a long time for this and it’s finally here. She has to have him inside her immediately. Petra tugs his boxers down to his knees, and wriggles so that Dean can move her panties down. Dean rolls off her and she knows he’s getting a condom, and then he’s inside her, thrusting her into the bed, fucking her into the bed she’s had since she was a kid, since she could see.
Fucking her in the bed she used to dream about him in.
Petra’s calling his name, and telling him to fuck her harder, and yeah that’s good please more, and Dean’s swearing and neither of them hear the front door go, and then Petra dimly hears a voice saying, “I don’t think you should walk down there…”
“Oh, fuck,” Petra’s Mom says, and she hears feet scampering away from the bedroom door. Dean’s off her as soon as he hears a vowel, clothes are scraped up and put on, and Petra thinks…
Yeah, this definitely isn’t how she wanted it to go.
**
For phantomas: Petra blindfolds Dean so he can focus on his other senses. (NC17)
When Dean’s away Petra sometimes thinks about all the other girls he’s fucked. Not that he’s fucking them any more, but the memory of them is enough to drive her crazy. She knows Dean’s had a lot of sex. She knows Dean’s pretty adventurous.
Not that Petra’s been an innocent or anything, but she knows she’s not on Dean’s level. When Dean’s away, she worries that he’ll get bored of her. That in the end, when he gets tired of regular sex with one person, he’ll get tired of her too.
When Dean’s there, Petra doesn’t worry about any of it. His absence is a friend to her paranoia.
It does make her resolve to try new things with him. It’s not hard because she’s more comfortable with him than she has been with anyone. She’s never afraid he’ll laugh at her for suggesting something. She’s never afraid he’ll say no. It is Dean, after all.
Dean’s surprised when she unzips his pants at the movies, she can tell, but from the way he hisses softly through his teeth and rewards her later, he’s pretty pleased.
Dean sounds like he’s not expecting it when she kisses him in the park and pushes him to the ground, but he tells her no one’s watching and fucks her in the long grass anyway.
He’s lying next to her in bed after a quick missionary screw that they both needed but frankly, wasn’t very imaginative on either of their parts, and Petra wonders what new position she can try.
“You’ve got that look,” Dean says, and a soft kiss lands on her head.
“What look?” Petra flashes him a smile and pulls away. She fumbles in her closet until she finds a chiffon scarf Anne gave her, that Petra only wears to events Anne will be at ‘cause she secretly hates it.
“The look where you take advantage of me in the park, what…” Dean’s voice trails off, and when it restarts there’s a different tone to it. “What, uh, are you doing with that scarf?”
“Take advantage? Of you?” Petra scoffs, walking slowly toward him, running the scarf through her hands. Petra arrives at the bed, her knees knocking into it. She reaches out, balls the bedclothes into her hand and gives a swift tug. She’s no idea if she’s pulled them off the bed, but she hears a rustling and guesses Dean is finishing the job. She crawls onto the bed. Dean’s already kissing her neck, and Petra has to push him gently off.
She reaches out and hits his jaw, and traces her hand up until she’s grasping his hair. “Stay still,” Petra instructs. She takes the scarf and rests it gently against his eyes, feeling them softly with one hand while she wraps it around his head. She keeps one hand in his hair, running her nails over his scalp.
“So that’s what that’s for.” Dean laughs. “I thought maybe you were gonna tie me up.”
“Next time,” Petra says, and she tugs his face toward hers. She’s amazed that she hits his lips pretty square on, seeing as Dean can’t see to adjust her bad aim. She kisses him hard and pushes him back onto the bed. “See the thing is Dean, when you can’t see, you have to focus on your other senses.”
“Oh yeah?” Dean’s hand hits her stomach, and traces around to cup her hip.
“Yeah. Like smell. Can you smell the sex we just had? I can.” Petra leans down and kisses him slowly, kisses across his face until she lands on his ear and bites him. Dean’s hands move to hold her ass while she leans over, and he drums his fingers in a tattoo that matches her heartbeat. “You get to focus on touch a lot more too. ‘Cause you can’t see what’s happening all of you has to be ready.” Petra moves and kisses his chest. “Waiting,” she adds, kissing his lower belly, which she feels shiver underneath her as she traces a quick pattern with her tongue. She focuses on kissing his chest, alternating how hard or soft she kisses, giving the odd bite to surprise him. Dean’s hands tentatively stroke her back, working their way up until he threads them into her hair and pushes up until they’re sitting.
They kiss greedily and she feels the edges of the scarf tickling her face. Her hands are mapping his back, one hand drawing circles on the lower back, the other hand tracing up until her hand’s resting on his neck. Dean’s mapping her contours perfectly and she marvels how well he knows her body, even though he can’t see. He’s running a hand down the curve of her back, the other sat perfectly in the crook of her waist, thumb drawing circles that drive her crazy. “’Course,” Petra murmurs against his ear, “there’s sound too. Do I sound like you’re turning me on?”
Dean licks her ear and shifts a hand between them, strokes her full throbbing clit, then moves sharply forward. His dick is pressed hard against her, not an inch of space between them. Petra wriggles, deliberately creating friction. Dean moves, a strong arm slips around her waist and she thinks he’s going to flip her.
“No,” Petra says, and Dean stills immediately. “Lie back.” She pushes him back and when she hears his head hit the bed, she lines herself up so that she can feel his dick rubbing against her. She reaches to the table, has to fumble to find a condom, and hears Dean swallow hard. The sound makes her wetter and she rubs herself against his dick. He doesn’t speak, but when she moves to his dick he wraps his hand around hers as she puts the condom on. Petra bats his hand away, then lifts and impales herself onto him. She’s still, then Dean’s hands grab her ass, and Petra starts to move, setting the pace, speeding up according to how hard Dean’s panting. Dean starts to swear and call her name Fuck Petra, harder, that’s good baby, fuck I can’t, Petra. He scratches her back while she pulsates around his dick, feeling him come just after with a final cry of her name.
She slides off him, lies next to him and finds his chest with her head.
“Wow, that was… pretty hot,” Dean says. Petra smiles and reaches her hand up to pull the blindfold off. She feels Dean’s hand grab hers, stopping her.
“You want to leave it on?” Petra teases.
“It’s just…” Dean hesitates, she feels him swallow.
“What?” Dean’s hand enveloped hers.
“That was so hot, Pet, but you know, I kinda wanna see your face, and I know I can take this off and see it, but…” Dean’s hand falls away from hers. Petra searches it out again, finds it resting on the bed too far away from her.
“Dean it’s fine. You don’t have to feel bad about wanting your sight back.”
Dean doesn’t say anything, but he squeezes her hand once, twice, and Petra doesn’t push the subject. “You liked it though?” She asks finally into the darkness.
“Of course I did. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I’m not complainin’,” Dean laughs, then suddenly sits up, pulling away from her. “Fuck, what is it?” Petra frowns and Dean continues, “All the jerking me off in movie theatres! Are you…what’s…”
Petra shifts away from Dean, embarrassed, and Dean grabs her hand and pulls her back. She hears a soft rustle of fabric and guesses the blindfold’s finally gone.
“Just wanted to try something new that’s all.” Dean’s silence meets her lie head on. “Sometimes, when you’re away, I worry…”
“Worry what?” Dean says, voice impenetrable.
“That you’ll get bored of me,” Petra finishes in a rush. “I know you’ve had a lotta girls, and a lot more sex and lot more adventurous sex than I have, but…”
Dean laughs, laughs for a long time. Laughs so long Petra starts to get a bit angry.
“I don’t see how this is funny Dean.”
“It’s just… I thought we’d been through this. I didn’t love any of those girls, so it didn’t mean as much to me.” Dean rubs his hand on her shoulder. “You never have to worry about that, okay?” His voice is stern, but he doesn’t really sound angry with her, more like he’s trying to convince her. “I don’t know where you got that idea from,” Dean says, and he cups his hand on her neck softly and kisses her cheek.
Petra thinks that means she’s forgiven. She gives a tiny nod. “I know, I’m sorry, I…I know.”
“Good,” Dean sounds satisfied, and when he speaks again she can almost hear a smile in his voice. “Of course, I’m holding you to your promise of tying me up next time…”
**
Feedback is good. I don't really porn Dean/Petra so...I hope it was okay! :
Thanks to trinity_clare for beta’ing these for me. Obviously only Petra belongs to me.
For wenchpixie: Petra feeling sick and meh and Dean trying to cheer her up. (NC17)
It’s one of those days when time could not move more slowly if it started a steady jog backward. Petra’s sure some elves or pixies have come and put extra hours in. She makes a mental note to ask Dean if supernatural creepies exist that can bend time.
Anne threatens to smash Petra’s watch if she presses it again.
“It’s ‘cause Dean’s arriving today, isn’t it?”
Petra laughs and shakes her head, even though that’s partially true. The rest of it’s too little money and too many people that need it. It’s Martin being sniffy with her when she needs his help, and when’s that gonna get old. It’s too many emails in her inbox and not enough time.
Anne makes Petra leave with her, drags her and puts her physically in the car before she can do any more work.
*
Petra has the door half open when she feels it loosening under her grasp. She grins as Dean pulls her into a hug.
“I’m here.” Petra nods back and doesn’t know where the tears that suddenly fall are coming from. She tries to bury her face in his chest, but feels him gently touching her chin and tilting her face upward. “What is it? Pet…”
“No...nothing,” Petra says, feeling like an idiot. “Long day, that’s all.” Her bones are aching and tired, and her head feels heavy. She wants to shake off the mood, the meh that’s plagued her all day. She wants to leave work at the office but it’s hard.
Dean bundles her inside and says he’ll make her some coffee. He sits her on the couch and kisses her forehead, chatting away as he wanders away from her. Petra listens to him moving around in the kitchen. He was here when she opened the door. The key was a good idea, she thinks. Dean comes back in and he’s not moving any slower than usual, even though he must have a mug in his hand. He presses it into hers.
“How was the hunt? You said it was a haunted…theatre?”
“Yeah. Used to be a theatre. Now it’s fancy apartments for rich folk. It was fine. We killed it.” Dean pats her knee, closing the door on the subject. “So how was yours? Why long?”
Petra shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Not like I had to hunt any ghosts or anything.” She sips the coffee and it’s milky and warm and comforting as it slips down her throat.
“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard.” She hears Dean shift and then feels his body pressing flush against her side. She gets as close as possible to him too, resting her head on his shoulder.
“We didn’t make as much as we wanted.” Petra lifts her head to look at him. He likes to see her eyes when she talks. “I had to decide which school got the most funding. I had to judge which kids were the most needy.” She finishes her coffee and Dean takes the mug out of her hand. “We have criteria we follow. Number of kids, severity of disability…” She’s silent and Dean doesn’t say anything, just rubs her shoulder gently and when she feels those muscles start to loosen he must be able to tell because he moves on to her neck.
“That must suck. I’m sure you do the best you can though, I mean…”
“Yeah. I know.” Petra moves her head from side to side and hears her neck make a loud ‘click’. “It does suck though. I’ve suggested some more fundraiser ideas. Hopefully we’ll raise enough for them all. But in the meantime they’ll have to apply for grants to other charities….those poor kids.”
Petra buries her face in his chest and Dean pulls her close. He doesn’t say anything. They sit like that for a long time, Dean making lazy circles on her side. Petra lets her whole body relax and feels herself sinking into him. “Want me to run you a bath?” Petra looks up at Dean in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that. I can run a bath.”
Petra sits back. “Sure.” Dean pulls away from her and Petra listens as she hears the water run. He clatters around in there for a while before he comes back.
“Petra?” Petra pushes herself up but something gives and she starts to fall back again. Fuck, I’m tired, Petra thinks. Dean’s arms clasp her and stop her from falling.
“You wanna go straight to bed instead?”
Petra shakes her head. “No. A bath is good.” As soon as they’re in the bathroom Petra can smell lavender, and …something else. She looks quizzically at Dean.
“You’ve got a lot of bath shit. I put a bunch in. There are a fuckload of bubbles.”
Petra giggles but feels her head swim. She frowns. Dean hesitantly lets go then grabs hold of her again. “Will you…”
“Sure.” Dean pulls gently at her clothes, and she has to hand it to him, he doesn’t cop a feel at all. He takes them off and steers her toward the bath. Petra sinks into it and feels the bubbles rise up above her knees. She leans back.
“That’s so good.”
“Yeah?” She hears Dean sit on the edge of the bath. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Petra reaches out as she hears Dean shift but only ends up banging her hand into the side of the bath. “Fuck.”
She hears Dean shift again. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I reached out to stop you and bashed my hand.” She holds it up and Dean takes it.
“You want me to stay?”
“Yeah. Join me?”
Dean doesn’t say anything but she hears him start to take off his clothes. She sits forward and feels Dean slide in behind her. He pulls her back so she’s against his chest and Petra moves so he can slide a leg either side of her. She presses back against him and Dean loops his hands around her. They sit like that for a while, then she feels fingers and cold wetness against her stomach. Dean’s fingers slide easily across. There’s a new smell too. She smiles and shuffles more comfortably against him, letting him slick slide his hand over her stomach. His other hand joins it, and soon he’s massaging her breasts softly, before sliding slowly down to her legs. Petra gives a low moan and Dean chuckles, putting some more cold onto her inner thighs.
Dean traces small tantalising circles too close to where she wants him, but never moving far enough up. “You’re very dirty,” he mumbles and Petra would laugh at how cheesy that is, but she can feel him stirring behind her and she thinks maybe she isn’t so tired. She tilts her head and Dean’s lips touch hers. She slips her tongue into his and as she starts to lick the roof of his mouth she jolts in response to Dean’s hand on her clit. He’s rubbing gently, just on her clit at first, knows just the amount of pressure to make the desire start to swell in her belly. Just as she thinks she’ll have to ask him, beg him for more, he reads her mind and one finger slides inside her, then a second. Petra kisses him more deeply, fucking his mouth with her tongue and pushing herself against his hand. The smell of lavender is strong, but not as strong as the smell of Dean that surrounds her. Her mouth falls away as Dean’s fingers evidently mean business, and they feel thick and strong and right inside her. His thumb, or maybe it’s his other hand, is still working its assault on her clit, and she tightens herself around Dean’s fingers, pulsing around them as they stroke her to a climax. All the tension of the day flows out of her as she arches against him, banging her elbow into the wall of bath but barely feeling it, feet slipping on the bottom as she fails to make purchase.
Petra’s lying against Dean, dazed, when she’s realizes the water’s cold but Dean’s not. She presses fully back and feels his hard-on against her.
“Dean…the water’s cold, how can you still be hard?” Petra teases.
Dean kisses her shoulder. “You’re naked and covered in lather,” he kisses her neck, “and my hands are covered in your come, so yeah.” He sounds like he barely got that out, voice heavy and raspy with need. Petra smiles and lifts herself off him, stepping gingerly out of the bath. She holds out her hand to Dean and he takes it, and she hears him lift himself out of the water.
After the second thud on the ground Petra reaches out her hand, touching his chest before pushing him backward. He must bang into the wall she figures, and she presses herself flush against him. Dean makes a noise in his throat that goes straight to her groin and she wriggles against him. She kisses his neck, trails tiny kisses along his chest, and down toward his stomach. She laps lazy circles around his belly button and listens to Dean’s trying to stutter out words.“Christ, Petra, I can’t…”
Petra looks up at him, lets him see her eyes, then drops fully down and graps his cock in her hand. She slides her hand up it, stops when she feels the tip, then puts her mouth to her hand. She pauses again at that point, looks up at Dean again, then swirls her tongue over her own fingers before sliding her hand down his cock, taking him fully in her mouth.
She works his cock slowly and too gently at first, and feels a hand pat the back of her head. One gentle rub and a moan from Dean, and Petra ups her pace. She cups his balls, and puts her other hand firmly on his ass. He’s solid and heavy in her mouth and he starts to buck forward fiercely. Petra presses on his ass, encouraging him because she wants to take him as deep as she possibly can. He fucks her mouth until it’s stretched as far as it will go and she knows she’ll be sore later.
He comes hard and quickly in her mouth and she milks him until he’s soft and until his moans die away and all she can hear is the thud of her own heart refusing to go back to normal.
“Feel any better?” Dean asks, and a hand tugs her to her feet.
“I might need some more cheering up…”
I think I did pyroblaze18’s in with my Dean/Petra Christmas fic?
For frickineddie: Dean re-meeting Petra's parents. (NC17)
If Petra could have thought of all the ways she’d want Dean to meet her parents again, it would not be this one.
She imagined her parents cooking them dinner. She imagined wine and delicious food. She imagined her Mom joking about when they were kids, and Dean getting embarrassed but wanting to hear about it anyway. She imagined her Dad wanting to hear all about the Impala, and Dean loving showing it off to him
She thought maybe she and Dean would cook dinner for her parents. Her Mom would be amazed they cooked something so special, and Petra would be able to show off Dean’s culinary skills. She’d be able to show off Dean, in her house and more importantly, in her life.
Petra did not imagine, ever, that it would work out quite how it did.
**
24 hours earlier.
“Petra, honey, can you do me a favor?” Mom’s voice booms down the phone. Petra mouths ‘Mom’ at Dean, and he squeezes her shoulder in response.
“Sure Mom, what is it?”
“Your father and I have to go away for the weekend. Leaving in the morning to see that awful friend of his who’s having some kind of crisis again - he is awful dear, he might be your friend but he’s not mine - anyway you know your Dad and his plants. The McCluskys are away, and I thought…I thought maybe you’d come and look after them. If that boyfriend of yours is around maybe we could all have dinner when we get back.”
“His name is Dean, you know that Mom.” I’ve told you a thousand times. You knew him when he was sixteen.
“If you and Dean want dinner on Sunday… is he around, Dean? Not gallivanting off around the country?”
“He’s here. I’ll have to check with him about the plants, but I’m sure it’s okay.” Petra hears Dean’s chuckle in the background and she starts to mouth that she’s sorry, but Dean’s hand rubs her shoulder again in passing.
“Good. About time we met him. Yes, I know I’ve met him but that’s not the point.”
“Get there by lunch? We’ll see you Sunday.” Mom hangs up before Petra can respond.
“I’m sorry,” Petra starts. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise…”
**
“So how are you gonna make it up to me?” Dean teases, and the music fades away under his speech. “Making me water plants and have dinner with the ‘rents?”
Petra grins and turns her head toward him. She waits for the pause between songs before she answers him. “I’ll let you put it anywhere.”
Petra feels the car jerk and Dean swears.
“Fuck…don’t say that while I’m changing lanes.”
“I didn’t know you were changing lanes, did I?”
“You know I’m in charge of a moving vehicle.”
**
Dean guides her to the door and it’s freaky, real freaky, ‘cause they’ve done this before, like a million times, but they were kids then. Dean stops her in the middle of the path and Petra says, “I know, time travel.” Dean pulls her on, but she can feel his distraction, that there’s a house right there that he lived in once, with a Dad who’s now gone, in a past that maybe sorta didn’t turn into the future he wanted, and Petra doesn’t know what to say.
So she kisses him forcefully, and tugs him into her parents’ house. Dean exclaims about everything that’s different, but they’re really looking for things that are the same. The paintings in the hall, the furniture in the dining room, they’re all new. The mark on the wall, where Petra fell and Dean had to run and get his frighteningly prepared first aid kit to fix her head, that’s still there. The window that looks out onto Dean’s old house, that’s still there.
Petra gives him a mock tour of the house, pointing things out as if he’s a stranger while Dean asks pretend questions. They end up at her bedroom.
“This really is weird,” Dean says, and she doesn’t hear his footsteps follow her in.
“Why?”
“The amount of time we spent in here.” One step.
“Spent more in your house.” Petra sits on the bed. “It is strange though, I feel sixteen again.”
“Yeah?” Two steps.
“Yeah.” Petra smiles, then coyly twists her head away from him. She pulls on a piece of her hair with her hand and grins at him. “Dean, thanks for coming over, come in.”
Dean chuckles, snorts, but takes firm steps toward her. “S’ok. Sammy was driving me crazy reciting equations.”
“Tell Sam I’ll listen to him later, you rotten brother.” Petra reaches up and hits his chest. She pokes him hard in the stomach. “So I take it you didn’t get invited to the party either?”
“No, they like, totally hate me,” Dean says. He laughs. He sits down heavily next to her and they both hear their memories in the silence. “Man, the time we wasted,” Dean says finally.
“You…” Petra’s never asked him this, not really. “You wanted me then?”
She feels Dean leaning in toward her although nothing’s really giving him away. She finally feels his breath against her mouth. She moves her lips forward but Dean isn’t there. “I think that’s a stupid question,” Dean says, and then his mouth is on hers, and he’s pushing her back onto her bed.
Her jeans and his soon fall away; Petra’s rucking up his shirt and Dean’s fingering her through her panties. They don’t wait to take off all their clothes. He pushes a hand up her shirt but doesn’t bother removing it, and she can feel the bottom of his shirt tickling her stomach. She feels like she’s young again, like she’s waited for a long time for this and it’s finally here. She has to have him inside her immediately. Petra tugs his boxers down to his knees, and wriggles so that Dean can move her panties down. Dean rolls off her and she knows he’s getting a condom, and then he’s inside her, thrusting her into the bed, fucking her into the bed she’s had since she was a kid, since she could see.
Fucking her in the bed she used to dream about him in.
Petra’s calling his name, and telling him to fuck her harder, and yeah that’s good please more, and Dean’s swearing and neither of them hear the front door go, and then Petra dimly hears a voice saying, “I don’t think you should walk down there…”
“Oh, fuck,” Petra’s Mom says, and she hears feet scampering away from the bedroom door. Dean’s off her as soon as he hears a vowel, clothes are scraped up and put on, and Petra thinks…
Yeah, this definitely isn’t how she wanted it to go.
**
For phantomas: Petra blindfolds Dean so he can focus on his other senses. (NC17)
When Dean’s away Petra sometimes thinks about all the other girls he’s fucked. Not that he’s fucking them any more, but the memory of them is enough to drive her crazy. She knows Dean’s had a lot of sex. She knows Dean’s pretty adventurous.
Not that Petra’s been an innocent or anything, but she knows she’s not on Dean’s level. When Dean’s away, she worries that he’ll get bored of her. That in the end, when he gets tired of regular sex with one person, he’ll get tired of her too.
When Dean’s there, Petra doesn’t worry about any of it. His absence is a friend to her paranoia.
It does make her resolve to try new things with him. It’s not hard because she’s more comfortable with him than she has been with anyone. She’s never afraid he’ll laugh at her for suggesting something. She’s never afraid he’ll say no. It is Dean, after all.
Dean’s surprised when she unzips his pants at the movies, she can tell, but from the way he hisses softly through his teeth and rewards her later, he’s pretty pleased.
Dean sounds like he’s not expecting it when she kisses him in the park and pushes him to the ground, but he tells her no one’s watching and fucks her in the long grass anyway.
He’s lying next to her in bed after a quick missionary screw that they both needed but frankly, wasn’t very imaginative on either of their parts, and Petra wonders what new position she can try.
“You’ve got that look,” Dean says, and a soft kiss lands on her head.
“What look?” Petra flashes him a smile and pulls away. She fumbles in her closet until she finds a chiffon scarf Anne gave her, that Petra only wears to events Anne will be at ‘cause she secretly hates it.
“The look where you take advantage of me in the park, what…” Dean’s voice trails off, and when it restarts there’s a different tone to it. “What, uh, are you doing with that scarf?”
“Take advantage? Of you?” Petra scoffs, walking slowly toward him, running the scarf through her hands. Petra arrives at the bed, her knees knocking into it. She reaches out, balls the bedclothes into her hand and gives a swift tug. She’s no idea if she’s pulled them off the bed, but she hears a rustling and guesses Dean is finishing the job. She crawls onto the bed. Dean’s already kissing her neck, and Petra has to push him gently off.
She reaches out and hits his jaw, and traces her hand up until she’s grasping his hair. “Stay still,” Petra instructs. She takes the scarf and rests it gently against his eyes, feeling them softly with one hand while she wraps it around his head. She keeps one hand in his hair, running her nails over his scalp.
“So that’s what that’s for.” Dean laughs. “I thought maybe you were gonna tie me up.”
“Next time,” Petra says, and she tugs his face toward hers. She’s amazed that she hits his lips pretty square on, seeing as Dean can’t see to adjust her bad aim. She kisses him hard and pushes him back onto the bed. “See the thing is Dean, when you can’t see, you have to focus on your other senses.”
“Oh yeah?” Dean’s hand hits her stomach, and traces around to cup her hip.
“Yeah. Like smell. Can you smell the sex we just had? I can.” Petra leans down and kisses him slowly, kisses across his face until she lands on his ear and bites him. Dean’s hands move to hold her ass while she leans over, and he drums his fingers in a tattoo that matches her heartbeat. “You get to focus on touch a lot more too. ‘Cause you can’t see what’s happening all of you has to be ready.” Petra moves and kisses his chest. “Waiting,” she adds, kissing his lower belly, which she feels shiver underneath her as she traces a quick pattern with her tongue. She focuses on kissing his chest, alternating how hard or soft she kisses, giving the odd bite to surprise him. Dean’s hands tentatively stroke her back, working their way up until he threads them into her hair and pushes up until they’re sitting.
They kiss greedily and she feels the edges of the scarf tickling her face. Her hands are mapping his back, one hand drawing circles on the lower back, the other hand tracing up until her hand’s resting on his neck. Dean’s mapping her contours perfectly and she marvels how well he knows her body, even though he can’t see. He’s running a hand down the curve of her back, the other sat perfectly in the crook of her waist, thumb drawing circles that drive her crazy. “’Course,” Petra murmurs against his ear, “there’s sound too. Do I sound like you’re turning me on?”
Dean licks her ear and shifts a hand between them, strokes her full throbbing clit, then moves sharply forward. His dick is pressed hard against her, not an inch of space between them. Petra wriggles, deliberately creating friction. Dean moves, a strong arm slips around her waist and she thinks he’s going to flip her.
“No,” Petra says, and Dean stills immediately. “Lie back.” She pushes him back and when she hears his head hit the bed, she lines herself up so that she can feel his dick rubbing against her. She reaches to the table, has to fumble to find a condom, and hears Dean swallow hard. The sound makes her wetter and she rubs herself against his dick. He doesn’t speak, but when she moves to his dick he wraps his hand around hers as she puts the condom on. Petra bats his hand away, then lifts and impales herself onto him. She’s still, then Dean’s hands grab her ass, and Petra starts to move, setting the pace, speeding up according to how hard Dean’s panting. Dean starts to swear and call her name Fuck Petra, harder, that’s good baby, fuck I can’t, Petra. He scratches her back while she pulsates around his dick, feeling him come just after with a final cry of her name.
She slides off him, lies next to him and finds his chest with her head.
“Wow, that was… pretty hot,” Dean says. Petra smiles and reaches her hand up to pull the blindfold off. She feels Dean’s hand grab hers, stopping her.
“You want to leave it on?” Petra teases.
“It’s just…” Dean hesitates, she feels him swallow.
“What?” Dean’s hand enveloped hers.
“That was so hot, Pet, but you know, I kinda wanna see your face, and I know I can take this off and see it, but…” Dean’s hand falls away from hers. Petra searches it out again, finds it resting on the bed too far away from her.
“Dean it’s fine. You don’t have to feel bad about wanting your sight back.”
Dean doesn’t say anything, but he squeezes her hand once, twice, and Petra doesn’t push the subject. “You liked it though?” She asks finally into the darkness.
“Of course I did. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I’m not complainin’,” Dean laughs, then suddenly sits up, pulling away from her. “Fuck, what is it?” Petra frowns and Dean continues, “All the jerking me off in movie theatres! Are you…what’s…”
Petra shifts away from Dean, embarrassed, and Dean grabs her hand and pulls her back. She hears a soft rustle of fabric and guesses the blindfold’s finally gone.
“Just wanted to try something new that’s all.” Dean’s silence meets her lie head on. “Sometimes, when you’re away, I worry…”
“Worry what?” Dean says, voice impenetrable.
“That you’ll get bored of me,” Petra finishes in a rush. “I know you’ve had a lotta girls, and a lot more sex and lot more adventurous sex than I have, but…”
Dean laughs, laughs for a long time. Laughs so long Petra starts to get a bit angry.
“I don’t see how this is funny Dean.”
“It’s just… I thought we’d been through this. I didn’t love any of those girls, so it didn’t mean as much to me.” Dean rubs his hand on her shoulder. “You never have to worry about that, okay?” His voice is stern, but he doesn’t really sound angry with her, more like he’s trying to convince her. “I don’t know where you got that idea from,” Dean says, and he cups his hand on her neck softly and kisses her cheek.
Petra thinks that means she’s forgiven. She gives a tiny nod. “I know, I’m sorry, I…I know.”
“Good,” Dean sounds satisfied, and when he speaks again she can almost hear a smile in his voice. “Of course, I’m holding you to your promise of tying me up next time…”
**
Feedback is good. I don't really porn Dean/Petra so...I hope it was okay! :