Surprise Fic: "Widgets (Water's Free)" (Sam/Dean, NC-17, "Spectacles")

[thehighwaywoman]

Notes: I wrote this way, way back when, and it's part of the "Spectacles" adventures (set 20 years in the future). I have come across this file no less than four times when hunting for other things, thought "huh, I should post that" and immediately forgotten about it. Gremlins, hmm? *eyes computer suspiciously*

Title: Widgets (Water's Free)

Comments

[estei]

Ah, this is lovely. And funny. And just the perfect solution to a boring wednesday.

[thehighwaywoman]

Thank you! It's funny what lurks in old file folders on computers, eh?

Glad it gave a bounce to your Wednesday =)

[technosage]

Oh, this is delicious. Sweet and clever and warm.

I especially love this turn of phrase: nothing you can really describe except in moans.

[thehighwaywoman]

*delighted* Thank you! Schmoop feels especially good on a cold, gray, windy day like today.

[hotfuzz85]

Dean's pout is still sexy at forty-mumble. Ass.

*nods*

"You missed," he breathes, sucking Dean's lower lip between his teeth and biting.

Yes! Yes!

"A-hem-hem." The polite cough registers in Sam's ears, but doesn't stop him. Neither does the taxi-calling whistle.

Wait! Wait.. don't stop

*looks off forlornly as SMUT runs off*

[thehighwaywoman]

*grin* Don't worry -- as smutty-minded as I am, there's probably some right around the corner.

[thehighwaywoman]

*smishes on Dean* I'm so glad this made you smile. Thank you so much! ♥

[hotfuzz85]

He wore the hand-shaped bruises and long, thin scratches down his back for weeks, achingly hard every time he touched them -- and he touched them a lot. He'd like to take longer to enjoy the memory, but at the moment Dean's hurling him through the garage bay and reaching for the Impala keys, and he decides past recollections can wait.

This is a footnote. It's not smut!!

You're torturing me here. *whimpers*

[thehighwaywoman]

Hee! Well, now, I think I'll have to remedy this lack by writing some smut soon. ;-)

Thanks for reading!