Fic request: Playful!Dean
Playful!Dean with Chloe for reporter_chloe. For this set of prompts. Idea based off online, mostly locked, conversations between the two of them.
Dean... hadn't been sure about phone sex. That is, he had no idea why that would be that great, not even with all the porn... it was very different with a real person. But. It was something he hadn't tried. Maybe it would be fun, even.
He was driving when he called her. They'd finished up a case, and Dean had told Sam he was going out to get a girl, don't wait for him. Sam had rolled his eyes and said he'd get some sleep. Dean didn't really want to sleep, right then. Stupid nightmares.
Instead, he was driving along the dark road, the Impala's purr around him, and he dialed Chloe.
She sounded as she had either been asleep or almost so; yet she was more than glad to, well, give that thing a try.
It was weird, awkward almost to begin with. He knew how to touch and please a woman; talking about it though, explaining what he would be doing? Strange. That was, until Chloe starting touching herself as he was describing and he could hear her breathing speed up, the soft moann.
It was... well. Honestly and unexpectedly exciting. Good thing he'd timed it sensibly.
Her voice low, she started to retaliate. He told her when he stopped driving because it had become unsafe. That was honest too, as far as it went. The lack of felling her soft lips, the smooth skin, under his lips and fingers; feeling her body rise as well as hearing...
Tantalizing.
He kept on talking. And listening. Until he couldn't just sit and talk and listen anymore. He got out of the car.
"Chloe?"
"Mmm... mmm?"
Voice husky, "I don't think this is ... really working all that well."
"You mean... not good enough over there?" Breathy, don't-really-want-to-be-interrupted-anymore but suddenly slightly worried voice.
"I... think... so."
"Dean!"
"What?"
"Don't... stop now?"
"Yeah... how about you open the door and we see how I'll perform... live?"
"What?" Exasperation. "Dean!"
"Yup."
All ready as they both were...
This time, he didn't rush.
Dean... hadn't been sure about phone sex. That is, he had no idea why that would be that great, not even with all the porn... it was very different with a real person. But. It was something he hadn't tried. Maybe it would be fun, even.
He was driving when he called her. They'd finished up a case, and Dean had told Sam he was going out to get a girl, don't wait for him. Sam had rolled his eyes and said he'd get some sleep. Dean didn't really want to sleep, right then. Stupid nightmares.
Instead, he was driving along the dark road, the Impala's purr around him, and he dialed Chloe.
She sounded as she had either been asleep or almost so; yet she was more than glad to, well, give that thing a try.
It was weird, awkward almost to begin with. He knew how to touch and please a woman; talking about it though, explaining what he would be doing? Strange. That was, until Chloe starting touching herself as he was describing and he could hear her breathing speed up, the soft moann.
It was... well. Honestly and unexpectedly exciting. Good thing he'd timed it sensibly.
Her voice low, she started to retaliate. He told her when he stopped driving because it had become unsafe. That was honest too, as far as it went. The lack of felling her soft lips, the smooth skin, under his lips and fingers; feeling her body rise as well as hearing...
Tantalizing.
He kept on talking. And listening. Until he couldn't just sit and talk and listen anymore. He got out of the car.
"Chloe?"
"Mmm... mmm?"
Voice husky, "I don't think this is ... really working all that well."
"You mean... not good enough over there?" Breathy, don't-really-want-to-be-interrupted-anymore but suddenly slightly worried voice.
"I... think... so."
"Dean!"
"What?"
"Don't... stop now?"
"Yeah... how about you open the door and we see how I'll perform... live?"
"What?" Exasperation. "Dean!"
"Yup."
All ready as they both were...
This time, he didn't rush.