The Seduction of Scott, Part 18, Supernatural, NC-17, Keeper!Verse
Fandom: Supernatural, Keeper!Verse (all Keeper!Verse can be found here)
Title: The Seduction of Scott, Part 18
Characters/Pairings: Dana/Scott
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2280
Summary: Scott's car breaks down and when Sam and Dean aren't home, Dana steps up her plans to get what she wants.
Warnings & A/Ns: We slowly progress toward the Prom. Between
shotofjack and myself, we've got most of Dana's senior year and summer planned. Part 1 of the story is available here: here. OH! And the banner is from
fallen_for_lost ...Isn't it prettiful?
“I’ll bet Dad can take care of it, Scott.”
Scott sighed explosively and rolled his eyes. “I hate that car.”
She laughed and tugged on his hand as they neared the house. Dana frowned a little when she didn’t see the Impala in the driveway. “You don’t mean it. You treat it just like Dad does the Impala.” She pulled him toward the porch. “It’s probably something small. We’ll see if we can use Sam’s.”
The house was quiet. Only the porch light and the living room light were on. Dana felt around but got the impression no one was home. “Hmm.”
“Hmm?” Scott asked.
She shook her head and unlocked the door, convinced as she stepped through the door that they were alone. “Looks like they’re out.”
“Out where?”
Dana shrugged and went to the message board. Sometimes she forgot, but Sam never did. There was a scribbled note. “Dana, Sam and I are on a hunt. Should be home tomorrow. Pizza in the fridge. Love you, Dad.” She pulled off her gloves and unwound the scarf from her neck.
“Well, that’s that.” Dana said, holding up the note. “They’re gone for the night.”
She headed into the kitchen and pulled out the pizza. “Want a soda?”
“Gone?”
“Hunting.” Dana pulled two cans of soda out to go with the pizza. “So looks like we’re stranded until they get home.”
She took the pizza and popped a couple of slices into the microwave to warm up and handed Scott his soda. She pulled off her coat, giving Scott his first look at the new top she was wearing. Well, it was Erin’s. Dana had borrowed it as a part of her ongoing campaign to move her and Scott toward the next logical step for their relationship.
It was red and clingy and had a neckline that plunged low enough that she’d hidden it from her father before she left. She grinned as Scott’s eyes bugged out a little. “You like?” She twirled around until he caught her around the waist and pulled her in.
“I like anything you wear, you know that.” He kissed her lightly. She snaked a hand behind his head, pulling him closer and making the kiss something more. “Mmmm…I like that too.” Scott said softly when she’d released them.
The microwave indicated their pizza was hot and Dana groaned before stepping clear and reaching for it. “We can watch a movie or something,” she muttered, turning to find Scott was still in her space.
“Or something,” he echoed, kissing her again.
She raised an eyebrow. She had a plan. A plan for the perfect moment for their first time. But her Papa had taught her that the best plans are adaptable. “You wanna skip the pizza?” she asked almost breathlessly.
“What pizza?” Scott asked, his mouth skimming over the skin of her jaw, up toward her ear.
Dana tossed the plate on the counter and wrapped her hands around Scott instead. She gasped as his hands held her hips and his mouth followed the neckline of her shirt, down between her breasts.
They’d gone that far before. Necking and heavy petting, Erin called it. Scott always stopped them there. He’d never even gotten to the point of getting her nipples out. But this time, Dana was determined.
Tonight would be the night.
By the time they made the couch, Dana had gotten Scott’s shirt off. He had the best chest. She loved the way the muscle felt under his skin. She snagged her purse as they passed the table and dropped it by the couch, just in case. Prepared. She’d promised Sam she’d use it, and she’d been keeping it in her purse.
Scott’s lips were warm against the pulse point in her neck. She groaned and flicked the button that held the blouse wrapped around her, opening it up so he could see her pretty pink bra. His hand slid up to cup the lace covered breast on her left side as she laid back on the couch and licked at his lips. “Want you to touch me, Scott.” Dana whispered, opening her eyes and meeting his so that he knew she meant it.
“You sure?” he asked breathlessly.
“Very.” She pulled the blouse open more, then guided his mouth down until he was kissing along the edge of the lace. “Want you. Want to have sex, Scott.”
He stopped, pulling back and looking down at her. “What…tonight? Now?”
She smiled and sat up enough to kiss him. “You going to tell me you don’t?” Her hand snaked down his body and between his legs where he was definitely showing signs of serious wanting. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”
“Is…isn’t…isn’t that supposed to be my line?” Scott asked, his hand sliding down her arm to grab her wrist as she stroked him through his jeans.
“I’ve got protection…and stuff.” She bit her lip, afraid for the first time that he might not actually be as ready as she was. “Is it okay? If you don’t want to-“
“No.” He shook his head and licked his lips. “I definitely want to. I do.”
She smiled. “Then relax. Take off your pants.”
He moved up and off the couch, his erection more than obvious now as he fumbled over his button and zipper and Dana undid her own jeans, sliding them down her legs without taking her eyes off Scott.
“Shouldn’t we…turn off the lights or something?” Scott asked, standing beside her in her boxers.
“You lose the underwear, I’ll get the lights.” She flicked the lights with a thought, plunging the room into a dim half light from clocks and the stereo display. “It isn’t candlelight…”
“You are beautiful.” Scott said suddenly, and she looked up. He was naked and it was breathtaking.
She stared for a moment, then reached to the floor for the purse and the stash of condoms inside. Her hands were shaking when she pulled it out and held it up. “Hold on.” Scott said, his face flushed. He was holding the base of his cock. “Okay…I’m ready.”
“That’s romantic.” Dana quipped with a grin, opening the wrapper. The moment of truth. She was naked…nearly naked and Scott was ready, and she had the condom in her hand. “Okay.”
She kissed him and reached for his cock, rolling it on slowly. As her hand reached the base, she laid back, guiding him forward. “Oh…god…” Scott’s eyes closed and he shook his head. Dana felt the latex flush with warmth.
“Did you…?”
Scott hung his head. “I’m sorry….god….Dana…I’m so sorry…” He pulled away and doubled over. “I just…it was too much.”
“It’s okay.” Dana sat up and reached for him, but he shook her off. “Scott, come on. It happens.”
“Like you would know?”
She sat back and looked at him. “Well, I talked to Sam. He said it happens to young guys. It’s perfectly normal, and you recover fast.”
“Sam? You talked to Sam?”
“I had to talk to somebody.”
“So you…what? Tell Sam we’re gonna have sex?”
Dana rolled her eyes. “He was really good about it, Scott. Answered a lot of my questions.”
“I can’t believe this.”
Dana rubbed a hand over his back and kissed his shoulder. “I love you. And I’m not giving up until we work this out.” She stood up, suddenly aware that she was standing in her living room half naked and they hadn’t even locked the doors. “Why don’t you go get rid of the condom and come upstairs. We can relax a little, take it slow.”
“Next you’re going to tell me that Sam bought the condoms for you.” Scott said as he stood.
Dana shook her head and tossed a thought at the front door to throw the deadbolt. “No, my Dad did.”
“W-what?” Scott turned to look at her, horrified.
“Dad gave me a box of condoms and some KY.”
“You-you talked to Sam…and your father…Dean…and…they know?”
“Yes, they know.”
“They know we’re…we’re…” He made some motion with his hands. “…doing…this?”
“Sex, Scott.” Dana said with a smile. “They know we’re having sex. Okay…they don’t know we’re doing it right this minute…that would be…weird….but the general idea…yeah.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Scott said, turning for the bathroom.
“Get rid of that condom while you’re in there.” Dana called as she picked up their clothes and headed up the stairs. The note said they wouldn’t be back until sometime the next day, but Dana followed Sam’s lead and put up a dampening field for privacy, just in case.
Once in her room, Dana dug out the candles she’d been saving, then couldn’t find anything to light them with. She tossed a scarf over the bedside table to dim it. Then sat lightly on the bed.
She glanced in the mirror and laughed at the soft pink against the garish red of the blouse and figured all the way naked was better. She stood up and peeled the shirt off, then the bra and tossed them in the general direction of her hamper.
“You stole my clothes.” Scott said from the doorway and she turned, now as naked as he was.
“Couldn’t have you running away.” Dana stood beside the bed and crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”
He came, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and she kissed over them. She lifted his hands and settled them on her naked breasts. “Wanted you to do this for a long time,” she whispered.
He rubbed over them, then passed his thumbs over the nipples. “Can I…” He licked his lips and she nodded. Scott bent his head and licked lightly over the raised pebble of her right nipple, then slowly closed his mouth over it, sucking and laving his tongue over it until she gasped and only his arms around her waist kept her from losing her balance.
“Bed,” she gasped, pulling on his one arm as she side stepped toward the bed. They sort of tumbled into it and Scott laughed as they tried to sort it out. Dana could feel the wetness gathering. She’d felt it before when they’d been making out, but it only ever meant she’d go home and masturbate in the shower before now. Now…it was preparation for more.
She somehow managed to get the blankets pulled back and herself situated with her head on the pillows, then pulled him to her. Kisses lead to touches, and her hands kept finding their way back to his cock, already half hard. “So much for slow,” she whispered and he grinned.
“Condoms. Drawer.” Dana pointed, panting slightly as he raised up and reached for the drawer, coming back with a condom and the lube.
She stroked him until he was hard and he rolled the condom on this time, taking a moment to lube it lightly. The moment of truth. Dana closed her eyes and spread her legs beneath him, her heart stuttering loudly in her chest. His lips trailed up from her naval, between her breasts and to her mouth, gently moving against hers, even as his body did the same.
She held her breath as she felt him….and he felt around with the head of his cock for her opening, brushing over her clit. She gasped and lifted her hands to his neck, nodding to encourage him. “Easy,” he whispered, but she wasn’t sure if it was for her or for him. He went slowly…and the feeling was unlike she’d been prepared for…thicker and longer and more incredible. There was pain…but it was more discomfort than pain…and invasion…a fullness.
When he was completely inside her he stopped, kissing over her lips. “Is it okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, but couldn’t really talk. She opened her eyes, meeting his. Dana tilted her hips, encouraging him to move, and he did…slowly at first. It wasn’t smooth, or anything resembling a rhythm…and he was shaking. “It’s good, Scott. Don’t stop…” His one hand was trying to play with her nipple, but he couldn’t seem to coordinate the two motions and eventually gave up trying. She tilted her hips a little more and his down stroke pushed his pubic bone against her clit.
Dana saw stars and breathed out. She knew that feeling. It took a lot longer when she was alone. “Dana….god…Dana…”
His rhythm was improving, striking a cadence against her clit and the inside of her that was pushing her quickly toward orgasm. When it hit, the glass on her mirror broke and Scott froze for a moment before the spasms inside her pulled him over the edge and he was yelling and coming and shaking.
Scott slid off to the side, holding the condom to his spent cock. “Oh my god,” he murmured, and she sat up to kiss over his sweaty back. “You okay?” he asked, turning to her.
Dana nodded, yawning as she laid back down. “You?”
He smiled a crooked smile and nodded. “Better than okay.”
“Stay with me.” Dana said, yawning again. She was going to fall asleep.
He kissed her forehead. “Let me get rid of this. I’ll be back.”
She heard him in the bathroom, a flush…then she heard him talking softly, something about staying until Sam and Dean came home…then he was turning off the light and sliding into bed beside her, pulling her close with one hand. “I love you Dana.”
She covered his hand on her naked belly with her own. She was sweaty and hot and smelled like sex. It wasn’t how she’d planned the night…but it was definitely better than okay.
Title: The Seduction of Scott, Part 18
Characters/Pairings: Dana/Scott
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2280
Summary: Scott's car breaks down and when Sam and Dean aren't home, Dana steps up her plans to get what she wants.
Warnings & A/Ns: We slowly progress toward the Prom. Between
shotofjack and myself, we've got most of Dana's senior year and summer planned. Part 1 of the story is available here: here. OH! And the banner is from
fallen_for_lost ...Isn't it prettiful?
“I’ll bet Dad can take care of it, Scott.”
Scott sighed explosively and rolled his eyes. “I hate that car.”
She laughed and tugged on his hand as they neared the house. Dana frowned a little when she didn’t see the Impala in the driveway. “You don’t mean it. You treat it just like Dad does the Impala.” She pulled him toward the porch. “It’s probably something small. We’ll see if we can use Sam’s.”
The house was quiet. Only the porch light and the living room light were on. Dana felt around but got the impression no one was home. “Hmm.”
“Hmm?” Scott asked.
She shook her head and unlocked the door, convinced as she stepped through the door that they were alone. “Looks like they’re out.”
“Out where?”
Dana shrugged and went to the message board. Sometimes she forgot, but Sam never did. There was a scribbled note. “Dana, Sam and I are on a hunt. Should be home tomorrow. Pizza in the fridge. Love you, Dad.” She pulled off her gloves and unwound the scarf from her neck.
“Well, that’s that.” Dana said, holding up the note. “They’re gone for the night.”
She headed into the kitchen and pulled out the pizza. “Want a soda?”
“Gone?”
“Hunting.” Dana pulled two cans of soda out to go with the pizza. “So looks like we’re stranded until they get home.”
She took the pizza and popped a couple of slices into the microwave to warm up and handed Scott his soda. She pulled off her coat, giving Scott his first look at the new top she was wearing. Well, it was Erin’s. Dana had borrowed it as a part of her ongoing campaign to move her and Scott toward the next logical step for their relationship.
It was red and clingy and had a neckline that plunged low enough that she’d hidden it from her father before she left. She grinned as Scott’s eyes bugged out a little. “You like?” She twirled around until he caught her around the waist and pulled her in.
“I like anything you wear, you know that.” He kissed her lightly. She snaked a hand behind his head, pulling him closer and making the kiss something more. “Mmmm…I like that too.” Scott said softly when she’d released them.
The microwave indicated their pizza was hot and Dana groaned before stepping clear and reaching for it. “We can watch a movie or something,” she muttered, turning to find Scott was still in her space.
“Or something,” he echoed, kissing her again.
She raised an eyebrow. She had a plan. A plan for the perfect moment for their first time. But her Papa had taught her that the best plans are adaptable. “You wanna skip the pizza?” she asked almost breathlessly.
“What pizza?” Scott asked, his mouth skimming over the skin of her jaw, up toward her ear.
Dana tossed the plate on the counter and wrapped her hands around Scott instead. She gasped as his hands held her hips and his mouth followed the neckline of her shirt, down between her breasts.
They’d gone that far before. Necking and heavy petting, Erin called it. Scott always stopped them there. He’d never even gotten to the point of getting her nipples out. But this time, Dana was determined.
Tonight would be the night.
By the time they made the couch, Dana had gotten Scott’s shirt off. He had the best chest. She loved the way the muscle felt under his skin. She snagged her purse as they passed the table and dropped it by the couch, just in case. Prepared. She’d promised Sam she’d use it, and she’d been keeping it in her purse.
Scott’s lips were warm against the pulse point in her neck. She groaned and flicked the button that held the blouse wrapped around her, opening it up so he could see her pretty pink bra. His hand slid up to cup the lace covered breast on her left side as she laid back on the couch and licked at his lips. “Want you to touch me, Scott.” Dana whispered, opening her eyes and meeting his so that he knew she meant it.
“You sure?” he asked breathlessly.
“Very.” She pulled the blouse open more, then guided his mouth down until he was kissing along the edge of the lace. “Want you. Want to have sex, Scott.”
He stopped, pulling back and looking down at her. “What…tonight? Now?”
She smiled and sat up enough to kiss him. “You going to tell me you don’t?” Her hand snaked down his body and between his legs where he was definitely showing signs of serious wanting. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”
“Is…isn’t…isn’t that supposed to be my line?” Scott asked, his hand sliding down her arm to grab her wrist as she stroked him through his jeans.
“I’ve got protection…and stuff.” She bit her lip, afraid for the first time that he might not actually be as ready as she was. “Is it okay? If you don’t want to-“
“No.” He shook his head and licked his lips. “I definitely want to. I do.”
She smiled. “Then relax. Take off your pants.”
He moved up and off the couch, his erection more than obvious now as he fumbled over his button and zipper and Dana undid her own jeans, sliding them down her legs without taking her eyes off Scott.
“Shouldn’t we…turn off the lights or something?” Scott asked, standing beside her in her boxers.
“You lose the underwear, I’ll get the lights.” She flicked the lights with a thought, plunging the room into a dim half light from clocks and the stereo display. “It isn’t candlelight…”
“You are beautiful.” Scott said suddenly, and she looked up. He was naked and it was breathtaking.
She stared for a moment, then reached to the floor for the purse and the stash of condoms inside. Her hands were shaking when she pulled it out and held it up. “Hold on.” Scott said, his face flushed. He was holding the base of his cock. “Okay…I’m ready.”
“That’s romantic.” Dana quipped with a grin, opening the wrapper. The moment of truth. She was naked…nearly naked and Scott was ready, and she had the condom in her hand. “Okay.”
She kissed him and reached for his cock, rolling it on slowly. As her hand reached the base, she laid back, guiding him forward. “Oh…god…” Scott’s eyes closed and he shook his head. Dana felt the latex flush with warmth.
“Did you…?”
Scott hung his head. “I’m sorry….god….Dana…I’m so sorry…” He pulled away and doubled over. “I just…it was too much.”
“It’s okay.” Dana sat up and reached for him, but he shook her off. “Scott, come on. It happens.”
“Like you would know?”
She sat back and looked at him. “Well, I talked to Sam. He said it happens to young guys. It’s perfectly normal, and you recover fast.”
“Sam? You talked to Sam?”
“I had to talk to somebody.”
“So you…what? Tell Sam we’re gonna have sex?”
Dana rolled her eyes. “He was really good about it, Scott. Answered a lot of my questions.”
“I can’t believe this.”
Dana rubbed a hand over his back and kissed his shoulder. “I love you. And I’m not giving up until we work this out.” She stood up, suddenly aware that she was standing in her living room half naked and they hadn’t even locked the doors. “Why don’t you go get rid of the condom and come upstairs. We can relax a little, take it slow.”
“Next you’re going to tell me that Sam bought the condoms for you.” Scott said as he stood.
Dana shook her head and tossed a thought at the front door to throw the deadbolt. “No, my Dad did.”
“W-what?” Scott turned to look at her, horrified.
“Dad gave me a box of condoms and some KY.”
“You-you talked to Sam…and your father…Dean…and…they know?”
“Yes, they know.”
“They know we’re…we’re…” He made some motion with his hands. “…doing…this?”
“Sex, Scott.” Dana said with a smile. “They know we’re having sex. Okay…they don’t know we’re doing it right this minute…that would be…weird….but the general idea…yeah.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Scott said, turning for the bathroom.
“Get rid of that condom while you’re in there.” Dana called as she picked up their clothes and headed up the stairs. The note said they wouldn’t be back until sometime the next day, but Dana followed Sam’s lead and put up a dampening field for privacy, just in case.
Once in her room, Dana dug out the candles she’d been saving, then couldn’t find anything to light them with. She tossed a scarf over the bedside table to dim it. Then sat lightly on the bed.
She glanced in the mirror and laughed at the soft pink against the garish red of the blouse and figured all the way naked was better. She stood up and peeled the shirt off, then the bra and tossed them in the general direction of her hamper.
“You stole my clothes.” Scott said from the doorway and she turned, now as naked as he was.
“Couldn’t have you running away.” Dana stood beside the bed and crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”
He came, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and she kissed over them. She lifted his hands and settled them on her naked breasts. “Wanted you to do this for a long time,” she whispered.
He rubbed over them, then passed his thumbs over the nipples. “Can I…” He licked his lips and she nodded. Scott bent his head and licked lightly over the raised pebble of her right nipple, then slowly closed his mouth over it, sucking and laving his tongue over it until she gasped and only his arms around her waist kept her from losing her balance.
“Bed,” she gasped, pulling on his one arm as she side stepped toward the bed. They sort of tumbled into it and Scott laughed as they tried to sort it out. Dana could feel the wetness gathering. She’d felt it before when they’d been making out, but it only ever meant she’d go home and masturbate in the shower before now. Now…it was preparation for more.
She somehow managed to get the blankets pulled back and herself situated with her head on the pillows, then pulled him to her. Kisses lead to touches, and her hands kept finding their way back to his cock, already half hard. “So much for slow,” she whispered and he grinned.
“Condoms. Drawer.” Dana pointed, panting slightly as he raised up and reached for the drawer, coming back with a condom and the lube.
She stroked him until he was hard and he rolled the condom on this time, taking a moment to lube it lightly. The moment of truth. Dana closed her eyes and spread her legs beneath him, her heart stuttering loudly in her chest. His lips trailed up from her naval, between her breasts and to her mouth, gently moving against hers, even as his body did the same.
She held her breath as she felt him….and he felt around with the head of his cock for her opening, brushing over her clit. She gasped and lifted her hands to his neck, nodding to encourage him. “Easy,” he whispered, but she wasn’t sure if it was for her or for him. He went slowly…and the feeling was unlike she’d been prepared for…thicker and longer and more incredible. There was pain…but it was more discomfort than pain…and invasion…a fullness.
When he was completely inside her he stopped, kissing over her lips. “Is it okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, but couldn’t really talk. She opened her eyes, meeting his. Dana tilted her hips, encouraging him to move, and he did…slowly at first. It wasn’t smooth, or anything resembling a rhythm…and he was shaking. “It’s good, Scott. Don’t stop…” His one hand was trying to play with her nipple, but he couldn’t seem to coordinate the two motions and eventually gave up trying. She tilted her hips a little more and his down stroke pushed his pubic bone against her clit.
Dana saw stars and breathed out. She knew that feeling. It took a lot longer when she was alone. “Dana….god…Dana…”
His rhythm was improving, striking a cadence against her clit and the inside of her that was pushing her quickly toward orgasm. When it hit, the glass on her mirror broke and Scott froze for a moment before the spasms inside her pulled him over the edge and he was yelling and coming and shaking.
Scott slid off to the side, holding the condom to his spent cock. “Oh my god,” he murmured, and she sat up to kiss over his sweaty back. “You okay?” he asked, turning to her.
Dana nodded, yawning as she laid back down. “You?”
He smiled a crooked smile and nodded. “Better than okay.”
“Stay with me.” Dana said, yawning again. She was going to fall asleep.
He kissed her forehead. “Let me get rid of this. I’ll be back.”
She heard him in the bathroom, a flush…then she heard him talking softly, something about staying until Sam and Dean came home…then he was turning off the light and sliding into bed beside her, pulling her close with one hand. “I love you Dana.”
She covered his hand on her naked belly with her own. She was sweaty and hot and smelled like sex. It wasn’t how she’d planned the night…but it was definitely better than okay.