Ficlet: Waking Lioness | Supernatural | Dean/Impala | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Waking Lioness
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Impala
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 423
Prompt: For the Porn Battle - Dean/Impala, growl
Summary: When Dean starts up his baby for the first time after rebuilding her, she awakens something in *him*, too.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I've wanted to write this pairing for a long time now. ^_~
Waking Lioness
The first time Dean turns the key in the ignition after rebuilding his baby from the ground up, she growls like a waking lioness, yawning and snapping her jaws lazily in the shade of a twisted tree out in the sun-baked grassy fields of the Savannah. The sound strikes something deep within him, and the accompanying rumbling vibration of the car, the cool leather of the seat beneath him, and the wheel in his hands lights a spark of joyous desire in his core. Damn, but he'd missed his baby so bad.
Shifting, he lays his head back against the seat, listening to the Impala warm up, fire in her belly, raring to go. It's possibly one of the most beautiful sounds on this Earth to him, the way she purrs and snarls and hums beneath him, around him.
Before he realizes what he's doing, he's got his hand pressed firmly against his crotch, reacting on instinct to the thrum of energy that's got him half-hard already.
“Missed you, baby,” he breathes, suddenly glad he's all alone out here in the car yard right now, just him and the Impala.
A few strokes of his palm over his jeans, and he tugs open the button and yanks down his zipper and his boxer briefs to release his cock, hard for his baby, feeling the roaring of her engine through every part of him now.
He's needed this so badly, he knows, needed her, and he can't seem to get enough of her fast enough. One hand gripping at the leather of the seat, he strokes himself quickly with the other, in time with the cycling growl of the engine, his face turned to the seat back to take in her scent, the sharp musk of new leather, a fresh skin for his baby, his girl, his only love, that's always, always been there for him, no matter what. And he can't, can't hold back any longer, her growl ripping through him, a blazing heat of desire, lust, everything, and with a snarling howl of his own, Dean comes, the world around him whiting out, till it's just him and his baby, reunited at last.
Coming down after a few long minutes, panting and grinning lazily, he pulls off his t-shirt and uses it to clean himself up, then grips the steering wheel and leans his forehead on it, listening to the Impala's contented purr. He hasn't felt this good in a long time, and he knows she hasn't, either. “I know, baby,” he says quietly. “Me, too.”
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Impala
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 423
Prompt: For the Porn Battle - Dean/Impala, growl
Summary: When Dean starts up his baby for the first time after rebuilding her, she awakens something in *him*, too.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I've wanted to write this pairing for a long time now. ^_~
Waking Lioness
The first time Dean turns the key in the ignition after rebuilding his baby from the ground up, she growls like a waking lioness, yawning and snapping her jaws lazily in the shade of a twisted tree out in the sun-baked grassy fields of the Savannah. The sound strikes something deep within him, and the accompanying rumbling vibration of the car, the cool leather of the seat beneath him, and the wheel in his hands lights a spark of joyous desire in his core. Damn, but he'd missed his baby so bad.
Shifting, he lays his head back against the seat, listening to the Impala warm up, fire in her belly, raring to go. It's possibly one of the most beautiful sounds on this Earth to him, the way she purrs and snarls and hums beneath him, around him.
Before he realizes what he's doing, he's got his hand pressed firmly against his crotch, reacting on instinct to the thrum of energy that's got him half-hard already.
“Missed you, baby,” he breathes, suddenly glad he's all alone out here in the car yard right now, just him and the Impala.
A few strokes of his palm over his jeans, and he tugs open the button and yanks down his zipper and his boxer briefs to release his cock, hard for his baby, feeling the roaring of her engine through every part of him now.
He's needed this so badly, he knows, needed her, and he can't seem to get enough of her fast enough. One hand gripping at the leather of the seat, he strokes himself quickly with the other, in time with the cycling growl of the engine, his face turned to the seat back to take in her scent, the sharp musk of new leather, a fresh skin for his baby, his girl, his only love, that's always, always been there for him, no matter what. And he can't, can't hold back any longer, her growl ripping through him, a blazing heat of desire, lust, everything, and with a snarling howl of his own, Dean comes, the world around him whiting out, till it's just him and his baby, reunited at last.
Coming down after a few long minutes, panting and grinning lazily, he pulls off his t-shirt and uses it to clean himself up, then grips the steering wheel and leans his forehead on it, listening to the Impala's contented purr. He hasn't felt this good in a long time, and he knows she hasn't, either. “I know, baby,” he says quietly. “Me, too.”
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