Wanting More - NC17 - Chloe/Dean - OneShot (Theme 10/10)
Title: Wanting More
Category: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Prompt: #10 - Plead
Word Count: 1,664
Summary: His and her pleas were finally answered.
Previous: Theme #1 - Bang, Theme #2 - Cry, Theme #3 - Whisper, Theme #4 - Purr, Theme #5 - Whimper, Theme #6 - Shout, Theme #7 - Crash, Theme #8 - Shriek, Theme #9 - Laugh
Wanting More
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Dean very rarely did relationships so he never verbally classified what it was they were doing together and she wasn't asking for any declarations, so it was good. Fine. Spectacular, really. Who didn't want to have hot sex with spunky, gorgeous, vivacious blonde? Problems was, he was having trouble separating sex from feelings. Not usually an issue with him. But the incredible blonde he was 'involved' with just so happened to be joining him and his brother on their demon hunting road-trip, meaning he spent just about 24/7 with her and unfortunately, not all of that was in the throes of hot, hot monkey sex. No, instead he had to get to know the real her. The her that could hack into FBI files as if she were just Googling Denny's. The woman that brandished a gun like a pro, had learned lore and his dad's journal back to front, and didn't back down from a fight but instead jumped into it full-heartedly. He learned that she wasn't average but instead a long-time professional with all things weird and unexplainable; that she'd had so many run-in's with freaks of nature that she herself could be called an omen. And when the crazy stuff was learned, he got to know the rest. About her friends, her family, how she wanted to be a reporter for the Daily Planet before things went way South. He figured out what made her laugh, what made her smile extra large, what pissed her off or made her argue heatedly. And somewhere in between exploring every inch of her incredible body and fighting demons side-by-side, he sorta fell for her. A lot.
Sam was out. Probably catching up with Ruby on some payphone somewhere, having demon phone sex or something. He didn't care. All he knew was that the motel room was brother free and Chloe was currently straddling his waist, slowly removing every inch of her clothing, letting him peek at pale flesh and soft curves, full breasts and pebbled nipples. She dipped her hand beneath her panties and stroked her self before slapping away his hands so they couldn't touch. He was only allowed to watch as her fingers explored the folds he knew all too well, watch as her heat dampened the thin fabric keeping her hidden from his eyes. He could only stare up at her as her body arched, breasts lifting, neck tightening, head falling back as she gasped in pleasure. His hands gripped the blanket beneath him tightly, wanting to reach for her, cup those breasts and arouse them as she pressed further into his hands needily. He wanted to knock her back so she was splayed beneath him, replace her hand with his fingers, his tongue. But she tortured him further, instead; cupped her breast with a thumb and forefinger she'd licked, twirled them around her nipple, pinched it to make herself whine. And she rocked herself, back and forth, against the hard bulge in his jeans; the feel of her fingers rubbing herself could be felt against the seam of his zipper, pressing into him with each movement.
He groaned, gritting his teeth. Too proud to beg for her to let him touch her; to plead that she let his mouth take her instead.
She let go of her breast and dropped her hand to his chest, leaning forward until her mouth nearly brushed his, all the while her hand spend up, her hips rocked harder and she whimpered his name as she delved her fingers deep insider herself, licking his lip seductively. And when she came, her heat quickly sunk through his jeans and wet his cock greedily. He couldn't take it anymore; her kissed her, hard, possessive, passionate and then he gripped her thighs and flipped her backwards so she was spread out beneath him, her knees upturned, cradling him. He kissed down her face as she panted, still throbbing and shaking with aftershocks. He suckled her neck, nipping, biting, marking her. He ran his hands down from her neck to her shoulders, along her ribs before cupping each of her breasts. He rubbed circles around one nipple while he licked and nibble the other, drawing her breast into his mouth to kiss and lave. Her body arched into him, her face scrunching up tightly as she wanted more, needed more. He switched breasts, pressed kisses all around her pale white mound, ignoring the pebbled pink nipple sitting center, waiting. He cradled her ribs once more, kissed down her stomach, ducked his tongue into her navel and nuzzled her stomach with his nose.
Her hands gripped his hair, squeezed his shoulder, pressed him down further, where she wanted him to be. He skimmed his hands up her thighs, traced the insides with his forefingers, watching her muscles jump and flex, her legs shaking with anticipation. He spread her knees apart slowly, kissing her atop her panties, tongue tasting her heat that soaked through the fabric. She jerked, her breath hitching. He cupped her center with his mouth, suckled her through her soaked panties, tongue stroking her folds close but not close enough.
"Dean," she whimpered. "Please. Please!"
He lifted a brow, smirk tugging his lips and then without warning, he tore her panties from her entirely and delved his tongue deep inside her. Her body lifted from the bed violently, her fingers yanking at his hair. She was sweet and tangy on his tongue, familiar in a way he'd grown to love lately. He stroked her hipbones with his thumbs soothingly, all the while burying his tongue in her folds, inside her tightening walls, licking, suckling, nibbling at her every sensitive inch. Her legs slackened against the bed, giving in to the overwhelmingly incredible sensations. The rest of her was restless though, reaching and arching, lifting toward that incredible high. But just as she'd get close to completion, he'd slow down, soothing her away from her climax with slow, tender strokes of his tongue and nuzzles of his nose against her.
She panted harshly from above, her hair clinging to her face, her body writhing and dampened with exertion. "Don't... Don't..." She shook her head. "More, please."
He rested his head against her thigh, letting a hand fall to trace her slit delicately, teasingly. "Y'know, I've been thinkin'..." He looked up at her. "And this thing we got is a little..." He shrugged. "I want more."
She lifted her head to look at him, her brow furrowed, cheeks flushed. "Wh-What?"
He half-smiled. "I want more than sex."
She laughed slightly, panting. "I'm delirious... That's... Oh god... Expected, actually. Because you are... You are too good at... at this..."
He smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment... But I was serious." He kissed her thigh before biting lightly and watched her lips quirk with a smile.
She licked her lips "You... You're the one who said... No strings... No feelings... Just really, really incredible sex." Her eyes fluttered as she moaned while he ran circles along her clit with his forefinger.
"So I'm changin' the rules."
"So late in the game?" she replied lightly. "Why Dean I think you're going so-sof-" She shook her head as she reached for her climax, so close but so far, and just as she would've finally found it, he slid his finger away from her clit. "You're torturing me here..." she growled.
He nodded. "Yeah, well, I'm torturing myself too, sweetheart."
She lifted up on her elbows and stared at him. "You're serious? You really want to..." She bit her lip.
He cleared his throat, finding it easier to stare at her heat as he slid his thumb along her folds rather that look into her face. "Yeah... I..."
"You love me," she murmured knowingly, softly.
He looked up sharply. "Well... I... I wouldn't..." His jaw clenched before he shrugged again. "Maybe a little."
She laughed, falling back to the bed. "That only took, what? A year and a half?"
He frowned. "Slow on the uptake... Quicker learner at others..." He ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit up, flicking her clit deliciously.
"Oh, oh..." She thrashed her head side to side, grumbling under her breath when he stopped once more, chuckling to himself. "Payback's a bitch, you know... And you're next."
He grinned. "I can take it."
She lifted a brow, voice softer as she asked, "You sure?"
He stared at her, realizing this conversation meant more than what it seemed. Could he really handle being in love with her? It wasn't a normal relationship, at all. There were other factors that screwed things up; their job, their life... Was he ready for something like this?
She gazed back at him, strong, self-sufficient, ready for whatever answer he might give. A year and a half ago, she was just as capable and ready to face the world and it looked like she could handle it with or without him... That was oddly comforting. "Yeah," he told her. "I'm sure."
She smiled, big and large. "Sounds good to me."
He nodded. It was settled then and he no longer had to make her suffer without her due reward. With one last smirk that made her smile slip and her body shiver, he ducked his mouth back to her heat and feasted on her without pause. Her body tightened, locked in position as she lifted toward his mouth and pleaded with him, loud and clear, calling his name so loud he was sure the next town over could hear. And he finally answered those pleas, just as she'd answered his own. As she flew high above her body, ecstasy ricocheting through her entirety, he licked his lips and laid back with his own sense of satisfaction. He was ready; for her and them and there was no feeling better than that. Ten minutes later, when she'd shed his clothes and climbed on to of him, he figured it was a very close second.
COMPLETE!