SN AU Ficlet: As Time Goes By (Mayaverse)
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Title: As Time Goes By
Rating: R for kissage
Pairing: Dean/Maya
Word Count: 454
Author's Notes: Dean is not mine, although goddess knows I wish he was. Part of the Mayaverse, just go with me here, ok? It's not spoilery at all - for anything. Written for the “Art of Kissing” challenge at spn_het_love.
Summary: You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. the fundamental things apply, as time goes by...
As Time Goes By
She was sitting at the bar when Dean came up to her from behind - a risky maneuver at best - and put his arms around her waist and nuzzled in against her neck, kissing the tender skin with his soft lips. She closed her eyes and put her head back against his shoulder and reached one of her arms up to go around his neck and play with his hair at the nape.
He lifted his lips from her neck, and moved to her lips, and touched them with his gently, teasing. He nipped at her lips playfully with his teeth, and then pressed his lips to hers, and moistened them with his tongue. She brought her arm down, and still kissing him, she turned on her barstool to face him, and put both arms up around his neck to deepen the kiss.
She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and intertwine with hers, and his hands pressed along the curve of her hips, drawing them slightly closer. He felt himself get hard and strain against his jeans, but this wasn’t the place for that.
She moaned against him, their lips nibbling and teasing, and their tongues dueling. She stood up, her feet on the metal bar at the bottom of the stool, so she was level with him, and he reacted immediately by moving his hands to her ass, and pressing her against him.
Her eyes were closed and she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her, and his hair between her fingers. She breathed in the smell of him, leather and musk, and just a hint of sweat. She moved a hand to his stubbly cheek, caressing it, cupping it, and he nuzzled against her palm.
He ended the kiss and looked into her eyes, which were like liquid gold with passion. She moved her arm to rest on his arm.
“I should get back to work,” she murmured. “And you’re on a hunt,” she said, looking at him for the first time. His hair was disheveled - or was that from the kiss? she asked herself - and his leather jacket was smudged with dirt and grime.
“Lawn gnomes,” he said with a straight face, only the crinkles at his eyes giving away his smile. She smiled back at him.
“Work, huh?” he asked teasingly. “You own the place.”
She looked around the Necropolis. “Oh, right, I do.”
He touched his lips to hers again, ever so lightly, just like a feather brushing them.
“I’ll be back,” he promised. And he was gone.
She gently placed a finger on her lip where his had been. She could still smell him in the air. He’d come back, she knew. He always did.
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Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Maya and the Necropolis are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite and ClarksMuse. Dean Winchester was created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Title from a song by Louis Armstrong.
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Title: As Time Goes By
Rating: R for kissage
Pairing: Dean/Maya
Word Count: 454
Author's Notes: Dean is not mine, although goddess knows I wish he was. Part of the Mayaverse, just go with me here, ok? It's not spoilery at all - for anything. Written for the “Art of Kissing” challenge at spn_het_love.
Summary: You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. the fundamental things apply, as time goes by...
As Time Goes By
She was sitting at the bar when Dean came up to her from behind - a risky maneuver at best - and put his arms around her waist and nuzzled in against her neck, kissing the tender skin with his soft lips. She closed her eyes and put her head back against his shoulder and reached one of her arms up to go around his neck and play with his hair at the nape.
He lifted his lips from her neck, and moved to her lips, and touched them with his gently, teasing. He nipped at her lips playfully with his teeth, and then pressed his lips to hers, and moistened them with his tongue. She brought her arm down, and still kissing him, she turned on her barstool to face him, and put both arms up around his neck to deepen the kiss.
She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and intertwine with hers, and his hands pressed along the curve of her hips, drawing them slightly closer. He felt himself get hard and strain against his jeans, but this wasn’t the place for that.
She moaned against him, their lips nibbling and teasing, and their tongues dueling. She stood up, her feet on the metal bar at the bottom of the stool, so she was level with him, and he reacted immediately by moving his hands to her ass, and pressing her against him.
Her eyes were closed and she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her, and his hair between her fingers. She breathed in the smell of him, leather and musk, and just a hint of sweat. She moved a hand to his stubbly cheek, caressing it, cupping it, and he nuzzled against her palm.
He ended the kiss and looked into her eyes, which were like liquid gold with passion. She moved her arm to rest on his arm.
“I should get back to work,” she murmured. “And you’re on a hunt,” she said, looking at him for the first time. His hair was disheveled - or was that from the kiss? she asked herself - and his leather jacket was smudged with dirt and grime.
“Lawn gnomes,” he said with a straight face, only the crinkles at his eyes giving away his smile. She smiled back at him.
“Work, huh?” he asked teasingly. “You own the place.”
She looked around the Necropolis. “Oh, right, I do.”
He touched his lips to hers again, ever so lightly, just like a feather brushing them.
“I’ll be back,” he promised. And he was gone.
She gently placed a finger on her lip where his had been. She could still smell him in the air. He’d come back, she knew. He always did.
***
Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Maya and the Necropolis are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite and ClarksMuse. Dean Winchester was created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Title from a song by Louis Armstrong.
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