SPN Fic: Maintaining The Cover
Title: Maintaining The Cover
Author: Vera
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Supernatural or anything at all, really. Kudos to Eric Kripke.
Spoilers: 3x06 : Red Sky At Morning.
Summary: This is a quick tie-in to 3x06, taking place right after Dean stole the hand. Dean POV.
Dean had just safely tucked the cursed hand away, when suddenly Bela’s hands were on him. “Hey!” He brushed her off. She was not gonna steal from him. Not again. And anyways, did she really think it would be this easy? Wasn’t she supposed to be a professional?
But her hands were back in an instant and Dean realized she wasn’t reaching for the inside of his jacket, no, she was fiddling with the buttons on his dress shirt. And backing him up against the wall simultaneously. “What the…”
”Shut up or I’ll change my mind,” she replied in that usual snotty tone of hers. Dean had to admit though, it was kinda turning him on. Maybe if he pretended she was a lonely rich girl straight from boarding school… He cocked his eyebrow and looked her up and down, envisioning a school girl’s uniform. But then he scrapped that thought, because she was shimmying out of her dress, and really, this was better than his fantasy. Although he was still overcome by the strong urge to bend her over his knee and spank her. Hard.
“Fuck,” Dean bit his lip and grabbed her, quickly spinning her around and pushing her up against the wall he had been leaning against. Because who was he to stand around and let the chick initiate it? She was gonna screw with his reputation. Again.
Overcome by a new surge of anger at the thief, Dean crushed his lips to hers and kissed her brutally, forcing his tongue into her mouth and battling hers down. He pushed his hips into hers and thrust up to scare her a little. They usually got scared.
Just, Bela didn’t. Much to his dismay, or maybe not, she slung her leg over his hip and gave back as much as she got. She shrugged him out of his jacket without ever breaking the kiss and Dean moaned against her lips. When he pulled back to catch some air she bit into his lower lip, then her hands were on his zipper before he even had a time to free her from her corsage.
Dean growled and reached behind her to start unclasping, but her hands came up, knocking his away. “Leave it. Takes too long.”
Dean pouted and considered just ripping it, but her hand squeezing his dick made him rethink that. He didn’t want to risk it. He might gamble with his life, but he surely wasn’t gambling with his best friend. So instead he took a hold of her string and ripped that.
She gasped and Dean smirked at her, quickly pocketing the garment before he had to reach up and catch her arm. Which had come dangerously close to his cheek at rapid speed. He raised his eyebrow. “No time.” Hey, she had started this!
“That was expensive.” She pouted, again in that slightly snotty way, and really, god damn did he want her over his knees right now!
“Buy a new one,” Dean shrugged, then grinned, thinking how he’d love to rip said new one, too. If uh, they should ever meet again. And he would still be… needy. Because this was nothing else. Just a quick… nothing right now. He rolled his eyes at himself and slammed her arm against the wall next to her head and proceeded kissing her. And fuck, she tasted really yummy!
Dean licked over her lips when he broke for air, then smacked his own. More.
Not wanting to waste any more time, his free hand slid between their bodies and just as he slid his tongue back between her intoxicating lips, he stroked against her clit. His lips curved upwards when he had to swallow her moan.
She started moving and Dean had to let go of her arm to grab her ass and steady her against him. As soon as she was free, she clawed at his shoulders, hurting him even through the dress shirt. His cock twitched and he thrust up against her, desperately seeking friction.
After another flick against her clit, he experimentally slipped two fingers into her, happily surprised to find her already wet and ready. He couldn’t resist pulling back and smirking at her triumphantly. “So, you really like me in that tux, huh?”
Bela rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s the job. Why do you think I do it? I have enough money by now.”
Dean pouted, then frowned. “Yeeeah, right.” He didn’t buy it. And to prove his point, he pulled his fingers out, then added a third and brushed against her g-spot.
Her eyes widened and she gasped in shock, her mouth opening, searching for words. Dean grinned satisfied. Yes, he was good. Her fingernails dug into his flesh so hard that he thought she might rip the fabric and he kept pushing her for a little while longer, until her voice was audible again, if only in a high-pitched keen. But it was music to his ears.
And okay, now he really wanted, no, he needed more. “Fuck!” He cursed and pulled his fingers out, much to her dismay, and yes, his cock gave another excited twitch upon seeing her frustration. Part of him wanted to see her suffer a little, but not when he would suffer along.
As rushed as he was, he still took the time to lick his fingers clean though, digit by digit, watching her watch him through hooded eyes, her pupils glassy and blown. Dean couldn’t help but grin again. He could get used to seeing her like this.
His hips were faintly thrusting and his cock had found a nice spot between her folds. He had to bite his lip and close his eyes for a second, way too tempted to just fuck it and go at it. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again and was about to reach into his pocket to get out the condom he had brought out of habit. Not because he had planned on this, or wished it would happen or anything. But once again she beat him to it and was pulling a foil wrapper out from between her breasts. Dean had to admit, he really liked her style.
He was unable to suppress a groan as she bit it open and got the condom out with obviously skilled fingers. Usually he preferred to put them on himself, to keep the control, but he was itching to feel her fingers back on his throbbing erection, so he didn’t flinch when her hand moved south.
Apparently Bela had decided to get back at him now, because instead of just putting the damn thing on him, she scraped her thumb over his leaking head, making him jump in surprise. “Holy!” Dean squeezed his eyes shut. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his shaft and squeezed before pumping him a few times. Then she squeezed again before finally taking pity on him and applying the rubber.
Dean groaned and slapped her hand away before she decided to play some more. It was his turn again. Opening his eyes to watch her face, he took a hold of his cock and slowly guided it into her. She struggled against him and tried to urge him on by pressing her heels into his ass, but it only made him want to slow down even more. He smirked evilly when he was fully sheathed and then just stopped.
Bela’s eyelids fluttered and she was biting her lip. “God dammit, Dean!” She swallowed hard and then licked her lips. “Move!”
Dean slowly rolled his hips, not really thrusting, just teasing with it and much to his utter pleasure she keened and scratched her nails over his back. If he wasn’t still wearing his shirt, she’d have left deep, bloody marks, he was sure of that.
Seeing her utterly frustrated like that really turned him on and gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. This really was the way to get back at her. For everything. And she deserved so much more. So damn much more for shooting Sammy. But he needed time for that. And shackles. Right now just had to be a glimpse.
“I’ll move,” Dean started and slowly pulled back. “When I want.” And with that he thrust forward. Hard. No more slow. He pulled right back out, almost all the way, and then slammed back in, bumping her against the wall with a loud smack.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth fell open, but no sounds came out other than gasps and moans. Dean was a bit disappointed. He wanted to hear some praise, maybe pleas, preferably with his name thrown in. But this’d do.
He grabbed her ass and angled her just right until he could brush against her g-spot. He noticed when he hit the point when she purposefully bumped her head against the wall with a loud “Fuck!” Dean grinned and then bared his teeth as he kept fucking her with long, hard strokes. No more teasing or playing around. Her walls started to flutter and he really wanted to feel her clench around him. And sooner rather than later, because fuck, he was closer than he thought.
Dean leaned forward and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply. God damn, she smelled fine. It gave him that little extra kick and he sped up even more, now in his final thrusts and not caring about the noise they were obviously making. They still had a cover to maintain anyways.
He found her pulse point and scraped his teeth over her delicate skin before latching on and sucking hard. Apparently it was all she needed, because she suddenly went rigid, her thrusts against him out of control as she clenched around him tightly. Her hands had found their way to his hair and she was clutching him to her. Dean was grateful for that because it muffled the shout of her name he couldn’t help making when he fell apart himself, coming with a final thrust deep into her.
His hips kept thrusting slowly until they stilled, his face still cradled against her neck, her fingers now nimbly stroking the hair at the nape of his neck while they both slowly came down, the only sound in the room their harsh panting.
This felt nice. Way too nice. She shouldn’t touch him like that. And he shouldn’t like it. But he was just too wiped to shake her off right now. He sighed and nuzzled her neck, breathing in once more before he was finally able to pull back and look at her again.
They both held eye contact, both raising an eyebrow at the same time, but neither of them saying a word. She was still stroking him and he wasn’t sure if she was even consciously aware of it. Their lips met for a kiss, but they didn’t have enough air back yet to deepen it.
“So…” She started and suddenly her fingers stilled and she blushed. They fell away and then were back on him to close the loose buttons of his shirt she had previously opened.
“So…” Dean watched her fingers, then remembered them on his cock, in his hair, and his erection gave a small twitch. He bit back a groan and let go of her ass, slipped out and made sure she got back on her feet without falling down. “I guess we did a great job of establishing our cover.”
Her face flushed a darker shade of red and she reached back to fix her hair somewhat. “Right.” She nodded. “Which was the only reason why I…”
“Oh, please.” Dean interrupted her and gave her a look. “Save it for your priest.”
“Just don’t think this will happen again.” Bela huffed. “You’re not even my type.”
He didn’t reply to that. He didn’t have to dignify such obvious lies with a response. But it just fuelled his desire to have her begging next time. And she would. Oh yes, she so would!
Dean snorted and walked over to the trash bin next to the desk before disposing of the condom. He zipped back up and when he turned around, she was holding his jacket up for him. He frowned and all of his alarm bells went off, but he accepted it wordlessly, pulling it back on before reaching into the side pocket to check for the wrapped hand. It was still there. Good.
Bela gave him an oddly amused look and he glared. What? Did she think she had earned his trust now? Please. He was smarter than that. She stole from him once. It would surely not happen again.
He reached up to fix his bow tie and smiled when he noticed it was still in place. Sammy had apparently done a great job in tying it. Dean briefly wondered where he had learned it, since their dad surely didn’t teach him. Stanford, his mind replied immediately and he ground his teeth. “Alright, let’s get out of here.”
“Would you mind?” She turned and presented her half-closed dress to him. Dean froze, tempted to say yes and just walk out of here, but then his feet moved on their own accord and his fingers were on her buttons before he could utter a word.
He leaned forward, breathing her in again. Fuck! Sex just was the best perfume. His lips hovered close to her skin, tempted to kiss her, maybe a small lick. Maybe a lick and a nibble. He breathed and she shivered and Dean had to close his eyes to break the spell. Because he couldn’t turn this into something it was not. Besides, he still didn’t even fucking like her.
Dean frowned and pulled back. Bela took a step forward, reached for the door, hesitated, turned her head to glance at him but then stopped and with a slight shake of her head she finally opened the door.
Yeah… This was definitely fucked up. Dean followed her outside, suddenly itching to get back to Sammy and finally get the hell out of this joint and back to the motel, where he could take a long, cleansing shower.
On the way down the stairs, they passed the security guard again who gave them a very odd look. Dean placed his hand on the small of Bela’s back before moving lower to pat her ass. She turned around immediately, a death cold glare in her eyes.
“Relax, honey. We’re being watched.” He smirked and winked at the guard, who seemed really confused now. Okay, what the hell did he think they had been doing up there all this time? Dean mentally rolled his eyes, his hand still on Bela’s body as they entered the main ballroom to reunite with Sam.
Author: Vera
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Supernatural or anything at all, really. Kudos to Eric Kripke.
Spoilers: 3x06 : Red Sky At Morning.
Summary: This is a quick tie-in to 3x06, taking place right after Dean stole the hand. Dean POV.
Dean had just safely tucked the cursed hand away, when suddenly Bela’s hands were on him. “Hey!” He brushed her off. She was not gonna steal from him. Not again. And anyways, did she really think it would be this easy? Wasn’t she supposed to be a professional?
But her hands were back in an instant and Dean realized she wasn’t reaching for the inside of his jacket, no, she was fiddling with the buttons on his dress shirt. And backing him up against the wall simultaneously. “What the…”
”Shut up or I’ll change my mind,” she replied in that usual snotty tone of hers. Dean had to admit though, it was kinda turning him on. Maybe if he pretended she was a lonely rich girl straight from boarding school… He cocked his eyebrow and looked her up and down, envisioning a school girl’s uniform. But then he scrapped that thought, because she was shimmying out of her dress, and really, this was better than his fantasy. Although he was still overcome by the strong urge to bend her over his knee and spank her. Hard.
“Fuck,” Dean bit his lip and grabbed her, quickly spinning her around and pushing her up against the wall he had been leaning against. Because who was he to stand around and let the chick initiate it? She was gonna screw with his reputation. Again.
Overcome by a new surge of anger at the thief, Dean crushed his lips to hers and kissed her brutally, forcing his tongue into her mouth and battling hers down. He pushed his hips into hers and thrust up to scare her a little. They usually got scared.
Just, Bela didn’t. Much to his dismay, or maybe not, she slung her leg over his hip and gave back as much as she got. She shrugged him out of his jacket without ever breaking the kiss and Dean moaned against her lips. When he pulled back to catch some air she bit into his lower lip, then her hands were on his zipper before he even had a time to free her from her corsage.
Dean growled and reached behind her to start unclasping, but her hands came up, knocking his away. “Leave it. Takes too long.”
Dean pouted and considered just ripping it, but her hand squeezing his dick made him rethink that. He didn’t want to risk it. He might gamble with his life, but he surely wasn’t gambling with his best friend. So instead he took a hold of her string and ripped that.
She gasped and Dean smirked at her, quickly pocketing the garment before he had to reach up and catch her arm. Which had come dangerously close to his cheek at rapid speed. He raised his eyebrow. “No time.” Hey, she had started this!
“That was expensive.” She pouted, again in that slightly snotty way, and really, god damn did he want her over his knees right now!
“Buy a new one,” Dean shrugged, then grinned, thinking how he’d love to rip said new one, too. If uh, they should ever meet again. And he would still be… needy. Because this was nothing else. Just a quick… nothing right now. He rolled his eyes at himself and slammed her arm against the wall next to her head and proceeded kissing her. And fuck, she tasted really yummy!
Dean licked over her lips when he broke for air, then smacked his own. More.
Not wanting to waste any more time, his free hand slid between their bodies and just as he slid his tongue back between her intoxicating lips, he stroked against her clit. His lips curved upwards when he had to swallow her moan.
She started moving and Dean had to let go of her arm to grab her ass and steady her against him. As soon as she was free, she clawed at his shoulders, hurting him even through the dress shirt. His cock twitched and he thrust up against her, desperately seeking friction.
After another flick against her clit, he experimentally slipped two fingers into her, happily surprised to find her already wet and ready. He couldn’t resist pulling back and smirking at her triumphantly. “So, you really like me in that tux, huh?”
Bela rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s the job. Why do you think I do it? I have enough money by now.”
Dean pouted, then frowned. “Yeeeah, right.” He didn’t buy it. And to prove his point, he pulled his fingers out, then added a third and brushed against her g-spot.
Her eyes widened and she gasped in shock, her mouth opening, searching for words. Dean grinned satisfied. Yes, he was good. Her fingernails dug into his flesh so hard that he thought she might rip the fabric and he kept pushing her for a little while longer, until her voice was audible again, if only in a high-pitched keen. But it was music to his ears.
And okay, now he really wanted, no, he needed more. “Fuck!” He cursed and pulled his fingers out, much to her dismay, and yes, his cock gave another excited twitch upon seeing her frustration. Part of him wanted to see her suffer a little, but not when he would suffer along.
As rushed as he was, he still took the time to lick his fingers clean though, digit by digit, watching her watch him through hooded eyes, her pupils glassy and blown. Dean couldn’t help but grin again. He could get used to seeing her like this.
His hips were faintly thrusting and his cock had found a nice spot between her folds. He had to bite his lip and close his eyes for a second, way too tempted to just fuck it and go at it. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again and was about to reach into his pocket to get out the condom he had brought out of habit. Not because he had planned on this, or wished it would happen or anything. But once again she beat him to it and was pulling a foil wrapper out from between her breasts. Dean had to admit, he really liked her style.
He was unable to suppress a groan as she bit it open and got the condom out with obviously skilled fingers. Usually he preferred to put them on himself, to keep the control, but he was itching to feel her fingers back on his throbbing erection, so he didn’t flinch when her hand moved south.
Apparently Bela had decided to get back at him now, because instead of just putting the damn thing on him, she scraped her thumb over his leaking head, making him jump in surprise. “Holy!” Dean squeezed his eyes shut. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his shaft and squeezed before pumping him a few times. Then she squeezed again before finally taking pity on him and applying the rubber.
Dean groaned and slapped her hand away before she decided to play some more. It was his turn again. Opening his eyes to watch her face, he took a hold of his cock and slowly guided it into her. She struggled against him and tried to urge him on by pressing her heels into his ass, but it only made him want to slow down even more. He smirked evilly when he was fully sheathed and then just stopped.
Bela’s eyelids fluttered and she was biting her lip. “God dammit, Dean!” She swallowed hard and then licked her lips. “Move!”
Dean slowly rolled his hips, not really thrusting, just teasing with it and much to his utter pleasure she keened and scratched her nails over his back. If he wasn’t still wearing his shirt, she’d have left deep, bloody marks, he was sure of that.
Seeing her utterly frustrated like that really turned him on and gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. This really was the way to get back at her. For everything. And she deserved so much more. So damn much more for shooting Sammy. But he needed time for that. And shackles. Right now just had to be a glimpse.
“I’ll move,” Dean started and slowly pulled back. “When I want.” And with that he thrust forward. Hard. No more slow. He pulled right back out, almost all the way, and then slammed back in, bumping her against the wall with a loud smack.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth fell open, but no sounds came out other than gasps and moans. Dean was a bit disappointed. He wanted to hear some praise, maybe pleas, preferably with his name thrown in. But this’d do.
He grabbed her ass and angled her just right until he could brush against her g-spot. He noticed when he hit the point when she purposefully bumped her head against the wall with a loud “Fuck!” Dean grinned and then bared his teeth as he kept fucking her with long, hard strokes. No more teasing or playing around. Her walls started to flutter and he really wanted to feel her clench around him. And sooner rather than later, because fuck, he was closer than he thought.
Dean leaned forward and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply. God damn, she smelled fine. It gave him that little extra kick and he sped up even more, now in his final thrusts and not caring about the noise they were obviously making. They still had a cover to maintain anyways.
He found her pulse point and scraped his teeth over her delicate skin before latching on and sucking hard. Apparently it was all she needed, because she suddenly went rigid, her thrusts against him out of control as she clenched around him tightly. Her hands had found their way to his hair and she was clutching him to her. Dean was grateful for that because it muffled the shout of her name he couldn’t help making when he fell apart himself, coming with a final thrust deep into her.
His hips kept thrusting slowly until they stilled, his face still cradled against her neck, her fingers now nimbly stroking the hair at the nape of his neck while they both slowly came down, the only sound in the room their harsh panting.
This felt nice. Way too nice. She shouldn’t touch him like that. And he shouldn’t like it. But he was just too wiped to shake her off right now. He sighed and nuzzled her neck, breathing in once more before he was finally able to pull back and look at her again.
They both held eye contact, both raising an eyebrow at the same time, but neither of them saying a word. She was still stroking him and he wasn’t sure if she was even consciously aware of it. Their lips met for a kiss, but they didn’t have enough air back yet to deepen it.
“So…” She started and suddenly her fingers stilled and she blushed. They fell away and then were back on him to close the loose buttons of his shirt she had previously opened.
“So…” Dean watched her fingers, then remembered them on his cock, in his hair, and his erection gave a small twitch. He bit back a groan and let go of her ass, slipped out and made sure she got back on her feet without falling down. “I guess we did a great job of establishing our cover.”
Her face flushed a darker shade of red and she reached back to fix her hair somewhat. “Right.” She nodded. “Which was the only reason why I…”
“Oh, please.” Dean interrupted her and gave her a look. “Save it for your priest.”
“Just don’t think this will happen again.” Bela huffed. “You’re not even my type.”
He didn’t reply to that. He didn’t have to dignify such obvious lies with a response. But it just fuelled his desire to have her begging next time. And she would. Oh yes, she so would!
Dean snorted and walked over to the trash bin next to the desk before disposing of the condom. He zipped back up and when he turned around, she was holding his jacket up for him. He frowned and all of his alarm bells went off, but he accepted it wordlessly, pulling it back on before reaching into the side pocket to check for the wrapped hand. It was still there. Good.
Bela gave him an oddly amused look and he glared. What? Did she think she had earned his trust now? Please. He was smarter than that. She stole from him once. It would surely not happen again.
He reached up to fix his bow tie and smiled when he noticed it was still in place. Sammy had apparently done a great job in tying it. Dean briefly wondered where he had learned it, since their dad surely didn’t teach him. Stanford, his mind replied immediately and he ground his teeth. “Alright, let’s get out of here.”
“Would you mind?” She turned and presented her half-closed dress to him. Dean froze, tempted to say yes and just walk out of here, but then his feet moved on their own accord and his fingers were on her buttons before he could utter a word.
He leaned forward, breathing her in again. Fuck! Sex just was the best perfume. His lips hovered close to her skin, tempted to kiss her, maybe a small lick. Maybe a lick and a nibble. He breathed and she shivered and Dean had to close his eyes to break the spell. Because he couldn’t turn this into something it was not. Besides, he still didn’t even fucking like her.
Dean frowned and pulled back. Bela took a step forward, reached for the door, hesitated, turned her head to glance at him but then stopped and with a slight shake of her head she finally opened the door.
Yeah… This was definitely fucked up. Dean followed her outside, suddenly itching to get back to Sammy and finally get the hell out of this joint and back to the motel, where he could take a long, cleansing shower.
On the way down the stairs, they passed the security guard again who gave them a very odd look. Dean placed his hand on the small of Bela’s back before moving lower to pat her ass. She turned around immediately, a death cold glare in her eyes.
“Relax, honey. We’re being watched.” He smirked and winked at the guard, who seemed really confused now. Okay, what the hell did he think they had been doing up there all this time? Dean mentally rolled his eyes, his hand still on Bela’s body as they entered the main ballroom to reunite with Sam.