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Title: Crossroads (Part 2)
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Faith, Sam
Word Count: 1035
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they'd be busy doing things to each other illegal in most of the fifty states.
Spoilers: No spoilers at all in this section. Just sex. No, really -- just sex..
Summary: Sam and Dean are trying to track down the demons released by the opening of the Devil’s Gate. Dean decides that they need to visit a certain dark-haired Slayer and her Watcher to see if they have any helpful information to share. The brothers show up in Cleveland to find out that Faith already knows what’s happened.
Author's Notes: When we last left our wonderfully messed up duo, Faith had pretty much demanded teh sex. Dean? Is more than ready to give in to her demands.
Part 1.
No questions, no discussion, no doubts; Faith was grateful for that. Just one quick, smooth movement, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it aside, before he leaned in to kiss her again.
She was safe here. She didn’t have to think.
Didn’t have to care.
Warm hands slid against her skin, pulling her in close and tight. She reached for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling a little with the stiff leather. He broke off their kiss, laughing softly. “Need some help with that?” His fingers slid into her hair, fisting convulsively and making her gasp. She actually had to swallow and think before she could remember how to answer him.
“Just didn’t want to break it,” she whispered, finally slipping everything open. He kissed her again, tongue slipping between her teeth as she went to work on the button of his jeans. Her fingers brushed against his stiff cock, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.
“You,” he growled, pulling back far enough so he could get his own hands on the waistband of her jeans, “are still wearing too much.” His hands were steadier than hers. Without Slayer strength working against him, he had her pants undone, and the denim pushed halfway down her thighs in a tenth of the time it had taken her. Kissing her again, he walked her backward until her hips bumped the edge of the counter.
“So wet,” he murmured, a calloused finger tracing between her legs, pressing against her clit…fuck! Faith closed her eyes, swaying slightly, and let the sensations Dean was drawing out wash over her.
Want. Take. Have.
The first orgasm was slow and thick, a steady build that left her shaking and slick with sweat. Dean murmured wordlessly against her hair, pulling her even tighter against him and sliding two fingers inside her.
Faith ground her hips against his hand, losing herself in the heat. Please… He was good, better than she’d allowed herself to hope, adjusting to her movements with each thrust - strokes of pure pleasure lancing through her body. She pulled his head up, lips closing over the soft skin at the underside of his jaw, making him groan.
She liked the sound. Simple, clean…Faith began teasing her way along the side of his neck. Tongue and teeth - nothing deep enough to mark, but hard enough that he was starting to roll his hips against her, matching the thrust of his fingers. Faith reached the small, rough wound she’d made earlier, and traced it slowly with the tip of her tongue. A shudder rippled through him, and now Dean was gasping with pleasure.
Grinning wickedly, Faith reached between them, pulling his cock free. Dean laughed softly, but Faith heard the catch in his voice as she jacked him. “You do that, I’m going to embarrass myself,” he said finally. The rhythm he’d found with his fingers and hips faltered.
“Don’t tease me, Half Pint,” she said, forcing eye contact. Her grip on him tightened slightly, and her expression was almost challenging. “Fuck me, then we can worry about the foreplay.”
Dean was motionless for a heartbeat, gauging how serious she was, then he moved. Hand on her wrist, freeing himself. Clothes pushed down to her ankles, hands on her hips, lifting her onto the counter. Faith’s head bumped against the overhead cabinets.
“We’re going to talk about a new nickname,” Dean said, his voice low with the edge of a growl to it. He was between her thighs now, the head of his cock teasing her pussy. “This one’s not working for me.”
Faith kicked her jeans off her ankles, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You really need to shut up now,” she said, covering his mouth with her own.
He cupped the back of her head then, holding her steady as he thrust into her - fucking her hard and fast. Faith locked her ankles at the small of his back, letting him set the rhythm, just enjoying the heat and sweat and friction.
She understood this. Craved it with everything she was.
The orgasm caught her within a couple of strokes, and she gave herself to it - drowning in the waves of energy crashing through her body. “More,” she gasped, fingernails clawing at his back in frustration. He obliged her, fingers digging into her hips now, pulling her hard against him. She came again, screaming her release.
Time slipped as she convulsed in Dean’s arms. One orgasm blended into the next and the next. “Harder…” She asked and he gave, and with every stroke Faith lost a little more of who she’d been.
Oblivion finally came when Dean stiffened against her - his cries echoing in her head. The world went white, reality melted away - leaving only the truth of their sweat-soaked, shivering bodies - locked together and frozen outside of time and duty.
When Faith’s vision finally cleared, Dean’s head was resting on her shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath. Their arms were around each other, and Faith knew she could happily spend the rest of her life in that moment.
She understood this. She was safe here.
A small noise sharpened her senses, shifting her attention to the doorway. Sam stood there - eyes wide, jaw slack, looking for all the world like someone had just clipped him in the head with a baseball bat. “Enjoy the show?” Faith asked, her voice still heavy with sex and sweat.
Sam stared at her for another half heartbeat, then turned and walked back the way he’d come. Dean laughed weakly against her shoulder. “You shouldn’t have called him out.”
Faith thought briefly about shifting so she could see Dean’s face, but he seemed just as comfortable with their current position as she was. “You knew he was there?”
Dean nuzzled against the curve where her neck and shoulder met. It was too intimate, tearing a corner of the cocoon Faith had managed to steal and wrap around herself. Panic shivered through her - only sheer force of will kept her motionless. “He showed up right after we started.”
The words were simple, said without inflection, and in spite of herself Faith was intrigued.
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Faith, Sam
Word Count: 1035
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they'd be busy doing things to each other illegal in most of the fifty states.
Spoilers: No spoilers at all in this section. Just sex. No, really -- just sex..
Summary: Sam and Dean are trying to track down the demons released by the opening of the Devil’s Gate. Dean decides that they need to visit a certain dark-haired Slayer and her Watcher to see if they have any helpful information to share. The brothers show up in Cleveland to find out that Faith already knows what’s happened.
Author's Notes: When we last left our wonderfully messed up duo, Faith had pretty much demanded teh sex. Dean? Is more than ready to give in to her demands.
Part 1.
No questions, no discussion, no doubts; Faith was grateful for that. Just one quick, smooth movement, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it aside, before he leaned in to kiss her again.
She was safe here. She didn’t have to think.
Didn’t have to care.
Warm hands slid against her skin, pulling her in close and tight. She reached for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling a little with the stiff leather. He broke off their kiss, laughing softly. “Need some help with that?” His fingers slid into her hair, fisting convulsively and making her gasp. She actually had to swallow and think before she could remember how to answer him.
“Just didn’t want to break it,” she whispered, finally slipping everything open. He kissed her again, tongue slipping between her teeth as she went to work on the button of his jeans. Her fingers brushed against his stiff cock, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.
“You,” he growled, pulling back far enough so he could get his own hands on the waistband of her jeans, “are still wearing too much.” His hands were steadier than hers. Without Slayer strength working against him, he had her pants undone, and the denim pushed halfway down her thighs in a tenth of the time it had taken her. Kissing her again, he walked her backward until her hips bumped the edge of the counter.
“So wet,” he murmured, a calloused finger tracing between her legs, pressing against her clit…fuck! Faith closed her eyes, swaying slightly, and let the sensations Dean was drawing out wash over her.
Want. Take. Have.
The first orgasm was slow and thick, a steady build that left her shaking and slick with sweat. Dean murmured wordlessly against her hair, pulling her even tighter against him and sliding two fingers inside her.
Faith ground her hips against his hand, losing herself in the heat. Please… He was good, better than she’d allowed herself to hope, adjusting to her movements with each thrust - strokes of pure pleasure lancing through her body. She pulled his head up, lips closing over the soft skin at the underside of his jaw, making him groan.
She liked the sound. Simple, clean…Faith began teasing her way along the side of his neck. Tongue and teeth - nothing deep enough to mark, but hard enough that he was starting to roll his hips against her, matching the thrust of his fingers. Faith reached the small, rough wound she’d made earlier, and traced it slowly with the tip of her tongue. A shudder rippled through him, and now Dean was gasping with pleasure.
Grinning wickedly, Faith reached between them, pulling his cock free. Dean laughed softly, but Faith heard the catch in his voice as she jacked him. “You do that, I’m going to embarrass myself,” he said finally. The rhythm he’d found with his fingers and hips faltered.
“Don’t tease me, Half Pint,” she said, forcing eye contact. Her grip on him tightened slightly, and her expression was almost challenging. “Fuck me, then we can worry about the foreplay.”
Dean was motionless for a heartbeat, gauging how serious she was, then he moved. Hand on her wrist, freeing himself. Clothes pushed down to her ankles, hands on her hips, lifting her onto the counter. Faith’s head bumped against the overhead cabinets.
“We’re going to talk about a new nickname,” Dean said, his voice low with the edge of a growl to it. He was between her thighs now, the head of his cock teasing her pussy. “This one’s not working for me.”
Faith kicked her jeans off her ankles, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You really need to shut up now,” she said, covering his mouth with her own.
He cupped the back of her head then, holding her steady as he thrust into her - fucking her hard and fast. Faith locked her ankles at the small of his back, letting him set the rhythm, just enjoying the heat and sweat and friction.
She understood this. Craved it with everything she was.
The orgasm caught her within a couple of strokes, and she gave herself to it - drowning in the waves of energy crashing through her body. “More,” she gasped, fingernails clawing at his back in frustration. He obliged her, fingers digging into her hips now, pulling her hard against him. She came again, screaming her release.
Time slipped as she convulsed in Dean’s arms. One orgasm blended into the next and the next. “Harder…” She asked and he gave, and with every stroke Faith lost a little more of who she’d been.
Oblivion finally came when Dean stiffened against her - his cries echoing in her head. The world went white, reality melted away - leaving only the truth of their sweat-soaked, shivering bodies - locked together and frozen outside of time and duty.
When Faith’s vision finally cleared, Dean’s head was resting on her shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath. Their arms were around each other, and Faith knew she could happily spend the rest of her life in that moment.
She understood this. She was safe here.
A small noise sharpened her senses, shifting her attention to the doorway. Sam stood there - eyes wide, jaw slack, looking for all the world like someone had just clipped him in the head with a baseball bat. “Enjoy the show?” Faith asked, her voice still heavy with sex and sweat.
Sam stared at her for another half heartbeat, then turned and walked back the way he’d come. Dean laughed weakly against her shoulder. “You shouldn’t have called him out.”
Faith thought briefly about shifting so she could see Dean’s face, but he seemed just as comfortable with their current position as she was. “You knew he was there?”
Dean nuzzled against the curve where her neck and shoulder met. It was too intimate, tearing a corner of the cocoon Faith had managed to steal and wrap around herself. Panic shivered through her - only sheer force of will kept her motionless. “He showed up right after we started.”
The words were simple, said without inflection, and in spite of herself Faith was intrigued.