Supernatural - Stuck on You - by LizzieLou
Stuck on you by LizzieLou
Set during 'No Exit' Season two Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Rating: NC17 for language and sexual content
Summary: Starts at the point where Jo moves to get past Dean in the hidden corridor behind the walls in search of the first ever serial killer.Imagine if she'd gotten a little more stuck.......
Disclaimer: Just for fun, I don't own nuffink.
Note: The lay out used is to make it easier to read - if you easily offended by non-conformist spacing, best note continue
She tried to moved to pass him, and felt him tense up.
Jerk.
What the hell was wrong with this guy anyway?
Dean felt her struggle against him and let out an unsteady breath. He could feel his body react to her. While the voice in his head was screaming 'put the Broad down and move away from the Booty!'
He pushed his hands against the wall behind her trying to rotate his hips and make some room. She smelt of Cinnamon donuts.
Not helping.
"Should have cleaned the pipes.." Dean choked realizing too late that he had in fact said this out loud. Damn.
"You know, you're disgusting." Her tone was hard but her face was now inches from his.
Dean stopped trying to move away and looked down at her.
"Yeah? Well now we're stuck, smart ass, so what do you think about that, huh?"
"We are not stuck". Jo bit her bottom lip defiantly. She was seemingly unaware that she was now also staring at his lips.
"Oh, so we're not wedged inside the walls of a block of Amitaville horror condos then?"
He sounded mad as hell and never felt more like running in his life. This girl? Scared him. And not in a good way. She was sexy - in a girl next door/your best mates' sister kinda way.
But she had balls.
And she had the kind of background that meant she knew about stuff. Stuff that he feared. Stuff that he rather he didn't know about. She would know what buttons to push and when to push them. He did NOT want to be in such close proximity with this girl.
"Call Sam."
Jo nodded and reached down in between them. Another sharp inhalation of breath from Dean.
"God, will you quit it?" Jo rammed her hand down into her pocket, but was aware that in doing so she was also brushing up against the front of his jeans. Dean's head pushed back against the wall, eyes closing in apparent concentration.
Jo dialed Sam and listened nervously. This ghost creep could show up anytime and they were not exactly in any position to fight right now.
Only with each other.
"Sam? We're stuck in the north corridor, third floor. Where are you?"
Beat.
"Can you get to us from there?"
Beat.
"Okay." She turned her head back to Dean. "So now we wait."
Dean looked around him, eyes searching for something other than her to rest on.
"Well, this is nice." His sarcastic smile did not reach his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to get away with this. Her body felt warm and soft and good against his.
Real good.
"Dean?" Jo caught his eyes and held his gaze. "What you said before, about your Dad? You don't talk about that stuff very much do you?" He stared back at her, his face blank.
" You know Jo, no offense, but I don't feel real comfortable with you getting all 'into my head' right now so maybe we could just wait for Sam okay?"
Dean could feel a wave of panic in the pit of his stomach. She really needs to shut up.
Jo sucked her cheeks in as she continued to observe him. "So let me get this straight, you're comfortable with your cock pushing into my thigh, but you can't talk about your Dad? Fine." She turned her head away knowing she had hit the spot this time.
She could feel his embarrassment and it felt good.
"Hey, I'm a guy okay? Don't flatter yourself that it's anything more than that.Your just a damn kid anyway."
"Oh, so you wouldn't fuck me? Given half a chance?"
Dean's face changed from irritated to shocked in a instant.
"What did you say to me? You have no idea what you're dabbling in here young lady. You don't just say stuff like that, man...." Dean shook his head "Does your mom know you talk to guys like that?" She looked down for a moment then laughed.
"You really are afraid of her arn't you, Dean? You, the ghost hunting bad-ass." Her eyes narrowed. "Or are you just afraid to admit that you may actually have feelings?" Jo knew she was on thin ice but what was he going to do, run away?
"You are one arrogant blond, you know that? God - is everything in your world about you or will it come as a real shock to learn that I actually find you quite unattractive right at this moment." He scowled down at her, his sneer held fast.
A moment passed. Eyes locked together.
Then Jo slowly pushed her small frame as far as she could into his, raising up her thigh to move gently against him. She held his eyes as she moved, daring him to look away from her.
"Is that right?" Her smile was pure feline as she breathed in deeply, pushing her breasts up and gleefully watching as his eyes were drawn straight to them. "Because I'm feeling something very different coming off of you right now, Dean."
Her hand move down in between them.
"Woh...." Dean gasped as he felt her fingers searching for the buttons on his Levi's. "Stop that!" He commanded, his body trying to push away from her. "Jo, I'm serious.....oh God..." His eyes closed as he felt her move towards and then reach his cock.
Stroking, drawing down slowly, teasing.
"Sorry..you were saying....?"
His breathing was now fast and shallow. His teeth clenched as he leaned down and took her lips in a hard kiss. He grabbed her free arm and pushed it above her head violently, as he leaned into her moving on him rhythmically.
The kiss deepened.
But everything was telling him to stop this now, alarm bells ringing in his head. This was not just some girl he could fuck and then walk away.
This was not just some girl.
Dean broke the kiss and cried out as though in pain, forcing his body free and stumbling away from her down the narrow tunnel.
"Fuck..." he panted, running hands through his hair. Dean stared at her in silence, trying to regain composure.
Jo stood looking right back at him defiantly, her hand wiping across her mouth.
Suddenly they were both distracted by a noise ahead.
"Hey you two" Sam's head appeared from around one of the caverty walls. "Is everything okay?" Sam's eyes moved from Jo to Dean and back. "What's going on? I thought you were both stuck? "
Jo cleared her throat and looked at the floor
"Nothing, dude. Can we just get the hell out of here, okay?"
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Set during 'No Exit' Season two Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Rating: NC17 for language and sexual content
Summary: Starts at the point where Jo moves to get past Dean in the hidden corridor behind the walls in search of the first ever serial killer.Imagine if she'd gotten a little more stuck.......
Disclaimer: Just for fun, I don't own nuffink.
Note: The lay out used is to make it easier to read - if you easily offended by non-conformist spacing, best note continue
She tried to moved to pass him, and felt him tense up.
Jerk.
What the hell was wrong with this guy anyway?
Dean felt her struggle against him and let out an unsteady breath. He could feel his body react to her. While the voice in his head was screaming 'put the Broad down and move away from the Booty!'
He pushed his hands against the wall behind her trying to rotate his hips and make some room. She smelt of Cinnamon donuts.
Not helping.
"Should have cleaned the pipes.." Dean choked realizing too late that he had in fact said this out loud. Damn.
"You know, you're disgusting." Her tone was hard but her face was now inches from his.
Dean stopped trying to move away and looked down at her.
"Yeah? Well now we're stuck, smart ass, so what do you think about that, huh?"
"We are not stuck". Jo bit her bottom lip defiantly. She was seemingly unaware that she was now also staring at his lips.
"Oh, so we're not wedged inside the walls of a block of Amitaville horror condos then?"
He sounded mad as hell and never felt more like running in his life. This girl? Scared him. And not in a good way. She was sexy - in a girl next door/your best mates' sister kinda way.
But she had balls.
And she had the kind of background that meant she knew about stuff. Stuff that he feared. Stuff that he rather he didn't know about. She would know what buttons to push and when to push them. He did NOT want to be in such close proximity with this girl.
"Call Sam."
Jo nodded and reached down in between them. Another sharp inhalation of breath from Dean.
"God, will you quit it?" Jo rammed her hand down into her pocket, but was aware that in doing so she was also brushing up against the front of his jeans. Dean's head pushed back against the wall, eyes closing in apparent concentration.
Jo dialed Sam and listened nervously. This ghost creep could show up anytime and they were not exactly in any position to fight right now.
Only with each other.
"Sam? We're stuck in the north corridor, third floor. Where are you?"
Beat.
"Can you get to us from there?"
Beat.
"Okay." She turned her head back to Dean. "So now we wait."
Dean looked around him, eyes searching for something other than her to rest on.
"Well, this is nice." His sarcastic smile did not reach his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to get away with this. Her body felt warm and soft and good against his.
Real good.
"Dean?" Jo caught his eyes and held his gaze. "What you said before, about your Dad? You don't talk about that stuff very much do you?" He stared back at her, his face blank.
" You know Jo, no offense, but I don't feel real comfortable with you getting all 'into my head' right now so maybe we could just wait for Sam okay?"
Dean could feel a wave of panic in the pit of his stomach. She really needs to shut up.
Jo sucked her cheeks in as she continued to observe him. "So let me get this straight, you're comfortable with your cock pushing into my thigh, but you can't talk about your Dad? Fine." She turned her head away knowing she had hit the spot this time.
She could feel his embarrassment and it felt good.
"Hey, I'm a guy okay? Don't flatter yourself that it's anything more than that.Your just a damn kid anyway."
"Oh, so you wouldn't fuck me? Given half a chance?"
Dean's face changed from irritated to shocked in a instant.
"What did you say to me? You have no idea what you're dabbling in here young lady. You don't just say stuff like that, man...." Dean shook his head "Does your mom know you talk to guys like that?" She looked down for a moment then laughed.
"You really are afraid of her arn't you, Dean? You, the ghost hunting bad-ass." Her eyes narrowed. "Or are you just afraid to admit that you may actually have feelings?" Jo knew she was on thin ice but what was he going to do, run away?
"You are one arrogant blond, you know that? God - is everything in your world about you or will it come as a real shock to learn that I actually find you quite unattractive right at this moment." He scowled down at her, his sneer held fast.
A moment passed. Eyes locked together.
Then Jo slowly pushed her small frame as far as she could into his, raising up her thigh to move gently against him. She held his eyes as she moved, daring him to look away from her.
"Is that right?" Her smile was pure feline as she breathed in deeply, pushing her breasts up and gleefully watching as his eyes were drawn straight to them. "Because I'm feeling something very different coming off of you right now, Dean."
Her hand move down in between them.
"Woh...." Dean gasped as he felt her fingers searching for the buttons on his Levi's. "Stop that!" He commanded, his body trying to push away from her. "Jo, I'm serious.....oh God..." His eyes closed as he felt her move towards and then reach his cock.
Stroking, drawing down slowly, teasing.
"Sorry..you were saying....?"
His breathing was now fast and shallow. His teeth clenched as he leaned down and took her lips in a hard kiss. He grabbed her free arm and pushed it above her head violently, as he leaned into her moving on him rhythmically.
The kiss deepened.
But everything was telling him to stop this now, alarm bells ringing in his head. This was not just some girl he could fuck and then walk away.
This was not just some girl.
Dean broke the kiss and cried out as though in pain, forcing his body free and stumbling away from her down the narrow tunnel.
"Fuck..." he panted, running hands through his hair. Dean stared at her in silence, trying to regain composure.
Jo stood looking right back at him defiantly, her hand wiping across her mouth.
Suddenly they were both distracted by a noise ahead.
"Hey you two" Sam's head appeared from around one of the caverty walls. "Is everything okay?" Sam's eyes moved from Jo to Dean and back. "What's going on? I thought you were both stuck? "
Jo cleared her throat and looked at the floor
"Nothing, dude. Can we just get the hell out of here, okay?"
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