SPN fanfic: Kiss or Kill
Title: Kiss or Kill
Rating: M (16+)
A/N: This was written as a response to the prompt, Dean/Bela “She’s got to love nobody”
Bela’s back hits the wall and she lets out a gasp. She’s not afraid of Dean, but she can’t seem to stop herself from trembling as his eyes, shaded with anger, bore deep in to hers.
“You make me sick,” he mutters, his lip curled with disdain.
Bela doesn’t care what he thinks as she feels his strong arms around her, suffocating her. He doesn’t understand. And she doesn’t want him to. She doesn’t need his pity, his sympathy. She’d rather preserve this raw, electrifying hatred that ran between them now. It makes her heart race. The corners of her red lips raised in to a smirk,
“Likewise.”
Dean feels his stomach turn as he senses her warm body against his, his gun aimed at that devilish smile of hers. His grip around her tightens and, as she squirms slightly, he isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss her or kill her.
He decides that killing her isn’t worth the waste of bullets and removes the cold metal from her burning skin. Anyone guilty of her crimes deserves to suffer the hard way. She doesn’t move, only continues staring at him with large green eyes, her heart beating so loudly he feels it pounding against his chest.
“It must be nice,” Dean mumbles as he leans closer, his hot breath against her ear, “not giving a damn about anyone but yourself.”
Bela only smiles. She’s never been in love, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s too late to go back and change the past. She knows that more than anyone. Even more than Dean, whose hands were drifting down her waist now and whose lips were lingering by her cheek, tickling her flesh.
It feels perfectly natural as she sinks in to him, raising her lips to his. She knows he won’t refuse her, no matter how sick he feels. She lifts her hand to meet his face and he grabs her wrist, squeezing tightly.
“Easy, tiger,” she whispers, and laughs under her breath. He bites his lip.
Dean isn’t entirely sure what he’s thinking when he grabs her and forces his mouth on to hers. He pulls her closer and kisses her furiously, inflicting his hate on to her in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It’s all a mixture of Bela’s bare flesh and Bela’s thick scent then, and Dean almost forgets she’s a manipulative little sociopath who wasn’t worth the bullets in his gun.