[Fic] dotfic: This Old World Is Rough
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Title: This Old World Is Rough
Writer: dotfic
Status of work: complete (oneshot)
Characters and/or pairings: Dean/Ellen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]none
Length: ~2000
Summary: She stares at the short hairs on the back of his neck, his shoulders, and Jesus Christ, this is John's kid and he's young enough to be her son. Doesn't matter how old his eyes look.
Reccer's notes: The Ellen voice in this fic is brilliant, pragmatic and down to earth and aware of her age and her experiences, but still going with the moment. It's this pairing in a nutshell, their complicated and nuanced dynamics boiled down to this fleeting thing, because that's all they could ever have.
[Short excerpt]Ellen lets go of Dean's jacket and presses her palms down against his thighs, frayed, exposed denim threads beneath her fingers, still kissing him. He tastes like whiskey. His hands go down to her hips, before she feels him lift her up until she's got her ass on the table. Ellen shoves aside the few things she hadn't thrown away yet, hears the clink of a bottle falling to the floor.
This is so not a good idea, Dean Winchester's hips caught between her thighs, him pushing up against her with his hand in the small of her back to draw her close. Ellen can't seem to figure out where to put her hands, finally puts her palms against his chest but maybe she pushed at him without realizing it because he stops and draws back.