Blatantly stolen.

[the_impala_kid]

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[the_impala_kid]

Dean watched her for a moment, taking a chance to get an assessment of the girl who'd just laid one on him. Tight jeans, a nice ass, soft lips, and a go-get-'em attitude -- in short, the girl he'd been looking for all around this town, and of a quality he hadn't thought he'd find. And a whiskey drinker, to boot -- that was a big plus.

He followed behind, not even bothering to pretend he wasn't staring at her ass as she walked, a confident little swing in her hips that he totally appreciated. She bellied up to the bar and he took his cue, sliding in close beside her. He flagged the bartender down, a harried looking young man with a fading bruise on his cheek. He ordered two whiskeys, slapping down a rumpled twenty and sliding it across the scarred countertop. The bartender grabbed two glasses and slammed them down on the counter, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the coldrack and slopped some into the not entirely clean glasses, which was pretty much in keeping with the tenor of this place.

He didn't bother with his change -- he had a fresh couple of hundreds in his pocket, which was out of habit, really, as the likelihood of his living through the next few days was pretty low. Instead, he slid the whiskey over to the girl, and gave her his best slow, lazy smile. He picked up his glass and, with a nod, threw it back.

[faiththatfuelsu]

The glass wasn't clean, but the whiskey was good, and she threw it back just as enthusiastically as leather jacket guy had. Licking the stray drops from her lip she smiled up at him. "I'm Faith."

[the_impala_kid]

He leans forward, tracing her lips with his thumb to get the last drops she missed, and then drew his hand back, eyes locked on hers as he slowly slid his finger between his lips and sucked off the whiskey. There was a taste under the liqour, one that he already liked.

He dropped his hand back to his side. "I'm Dean. You want another belt or you wanna go?"

[faiththatfuelsu]

It's pretty much already guarenteed that this guy-- Dean, is going to be a good time. That mouth, those eyes, that body. Mmmm mmmm Goooood.

"After that little move?" She bites her lip, the image of him sucking his finger lingering in her mind's eye and making her think all sorts of fun thoughts. "Lets get out of here."

[the_impala_kid]

He grins, and pulls her own move on her, heading toward the door and waiting for her to follow, letting her get a good look at his ass. She catches up just outside, and they walk close but not quite touching through the dusty parking lot. He can't wait to get her back to the motel, and god help Sam if he doesn't vacate the room fast enough.

He stops in front of the impala and grabs her by the beltloops, pulling her close and brining her face up to his. He stares at her for a second, and then kisses her, urgent and hot. Her mouth tastes like whiskey and that other thing, the thing he still can't name, but he likes it, and is already starting to get hard.

[faiththatfuelsu]

She follows him out to the parking lot and nearly cums when they stop in front of the sweetest ride she's ever fucking seen. They're kissing again and she's getting some kind of high from that alone, feels him half hard against her already, and can't stop herself from grinding against him.

She hasn't wanted anyone like this in a long time, but all she can think about is getting in that car, and getting him inside her.

[the_impala_kid]

He pulls back long enough to fumble out his keys and open the door of the car, pulling her after him into the back, pawing at her clothes in between kisses. The air is hot, heavy and thick like a wet blanket draped over the sad excuse for a town, and his shirt clings to his back as he rips it over his head, and he reaches for hers before it even hits the floor of the car.

[faiththatfuelsu]

She feels the leather of the seat against her naked back and she's thanking whatever deities she hasn't pissed off yet that she found this place, picked this guy, and holy fuck, she needs him. She's felt lust before, but this washes over her like something else entirely, threatening to swallow her whole. Wasting time fumbling with his jeans is out of the question and she simply rips them in an attempt to get them there that much faster.

"You got anything, or are you clean? Cuz I'm not stopping to deal with this later."

[the_impala_kid]

"As a whistle," he growls, turned on beyond belief by the fact that she just ripped his denim nearly clean off him in an attempt to get at him. He thanks himself for having the foresight to have left the underwear at home, and he's so hard it hurts. He pulls her further up his lap. "You gonna do that trick again with yours, sugar?"

[faiththatfuelsu]

"Good to know." She slides her own pants off easily before sinking down on him. He's big and it's a stretch, but she starts to rock against him to ease the burn. He's fucking up and into her from his position on the seat and she can swear she sees stars.

Every single nerve is on fire as his hands run across over heated flesh. The windows are starting to fog and she bites down on his shoulder to stifle the scream as she comes, the first of many that she knows are coming.

[the_impala_kid]

"Fucking hell," he groans as she comes, clenching around him. This girl was wild, and damn but she felt good. Her teeth in his shoulder had pushed him close, but he pulls himself back, not ready in any way for this to be over.

He slides his hands down to her hips, grabbing on tight, thrusting up hard, deep -- he shifts his hips and changes angle, grunting with effort as he moves. He's been with crazy women before, but none quite like this -- she's strong, and she's literally hot, or maybe that's just him, skin on fire wherever she touches, shoulder aching deliciously into a bruise from her teeth, and he slides one hand lower now, stroking her lower belly, and after a moment he slides it down further, holding on tighter with his left hand as his right slips down, his middle finger brushing against her clit, stroking her lightly, gently, almost absently, against the rhythm of him inside her.

[faiththatfuelsu]

She kisses a trail up his neck when his finger finds her clit, biting down gently on his ear lobe and rolling her hips in earnest. She's determined to make him scream her name before they're done, make this something he'll never forget so long as he lives- especially given the circumstances. She doesn't know how much longer the Slayers have before shit really gets ugly, but she pushes it from her mind. She isn't going to let anything ruin this, him, for her.

[the_impala_kid]

"Oh, fuck," he moans, head falling back, eyes closed. He bites his lip as she moves, matching his rhythm to hers, fingernails biting into her hips, and he opens his eyes and there she is, her breath hot on his cheek, and he turns his head and kisses her -- her lips, her chin, her neck, his free hand moving up to clutch at her back, murmuring into her hair, her skin, her mouth, God, of fuck -- oh God, oh fuck, until it becomes a mantra -- he's licking a stripe up her collar bone and oh God, oh fuck, he's moving his fingers on her faster now, rougher to match the rhythm and oh God, oh fuck, and he's kissing her again, and he's holding back, not ready yet for it to be over, because over means gone and this is it, the last sex of his life he's pretty sure, and god if the universe didn't save him a good one for the end of all things, almost makes a man believe in angels, and he's not ready, to let go of her and to let go of life, and he almost whimpers as he feels the life of her, the strength of her pulse like electricity and it's almost more than he can take and keep breathing.

"Faith," he moans, "I'm close, Baby, are you -- you --"

[faiththatfuelsu]

It's not possible, but she swears he fucks like he knows the world is going to end and this is the last time she's ever going to feel this. She's riding him with all she's got, pulling up and clenching before sinking back down on him.

She's close when he speaks, his words the final push she needs before she's cumming again. "God, Dean. Fucking-- God."

[the_impala_kid]

He comes then, he body locked on his, and he bites clean through his lips as it rocks him, and he's clinging to her like he's drowning as he's falling through his orgasm, and it's the best one of his life -- fucking like the world was ending, and how she knew that was what he needed he had no idea, but he kissed her, gently, his lips swollen and cut just a bit, kissed her like it wasn't ending, kissed her for a moment like there was all the time in the world and it hurt, even as his body was still trembling, bits of him still shaking, and he held her for a moment and just kissed her as though it wasn't all gonna end.

But it was just a moment, and he knew it -- let go a little, not enough to make her think it was time to leave, but enough so that he knew it was going to be soon, and he pulled back, rested his forehead against her shoulder, and laughed (albeit weakly)

"Damn, girl."

[faiththatfuelsu]

She's shaking and she can't explain it, body wracked with fine tremors, and something nagging at the back of her mind. She tries to push it all down, get control, and she's failing miserably.

He's holding her, bodies still joined, and she wants to run. The thought is invading her mind and the shaking intensifies. It isn't fair, because this? This could be something. Doesn't know how she knows, but she does. While every one of her instincts is screaming at her to get dressed and get out, she fights them all back. She kisses him instead, the faint coppery taste of blood and him working to calm her down.

"You weren't too bad yourself, killer."