Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala, Fic 11: Viva Las Vegas (3/?)
Two Guys, a Girl, and a Chevy Impala, Fic 11: Viva Las Vegas (3/?)
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17. Big time!
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don't sue.
Pairing: Sam/Sarah, Dean/Chloe
True to their word, they had stayed in bed all day, making up for lost time. Never had Sarah been more satisfied or sleepy in her life, but even as she fed Sam a bite of the salmon they had ordered through room service, she didn't care about the fatigue. Sam was the gentlest lover in the world, and she couldn't imagine wanting to spend the rest of her life with anyone else.
"Good?" she asked, watching him slide the fork into his mouth, eating as he stared at her.
"The best," he responded, his eyes filled with warmth and love. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
She flushed at his touch, which made her body quiver. She put the fork into the fish and took a quick bite. "You need to stop that," she teased gently, meeting his soft look with one of her own.
He smiled, his eyes shining. "Sorry. I can't help it."
She giggled. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him. "You just gotta be ready for the consequences of that look." She lingered over his lips, kissing him gently.
He kissed her back softly, then placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You...are incredibly beautiful, Sarah Blake."
Her heart skipped at beat at his gruff tenor voice. "Aw, you're just saying that because I said yes," she teased, running a hand through his dark locks. She loved his hair, how it fell across his forehead in a boyish sense... even though he was all man.
"I've always thought that," he told her softly, turning and pressing a kiss to her hand.
"Even when we were trying to kill the psycho child from the painting?" Her voice was soft but filled with awe as she watched him.
"Since the first time I saw you. I'd never been so glad I'd taken an art history course in my life." He chuckled softly.
She grinned and pushed the food cart away, scooting closer to him. "Good thing I quizzed you, then, because I would have been disappointed if you were just a pretty face," she flirted, running a finger up his arm lightly.
He laughed and pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her lips as he slid his arms around her, cradling her body against his. "I love you."
Her rested against Sam's naked chest. She heard his rumbling laughter in his chest and grinned. "You definitely proved that today," she whispered, holding him tightly. "But I love you, too. More than you know."
He smiled and smoothed her hair down her back, his fingertips caressing her bare skin lightly. "When should we tell Dean and Chloe?"
"Not before tomorrow morning," she whispered, looking at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "How do you think they'll take this?" She hoped they would encourage this, particularly since Sam had seemed so down lately.
A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her. "I think they'll be happy about it." He touched her cheek.
"I hope so," she whispered, closing her eyes against the onslaught of emotions that she was experiencing. Married, she thought briefly. She never thought it would happen to her, especially not after what... She swallowed hard, beating that thought firmly back as she rested her head against Sam.
"Sarah? You okay?" he asked softly, involuntarily catching the flicker of a thought against his mind.
Crap, she thought. Keeping her mental block firmly in place, she sighed and snuggled against him. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered, frowning that the moment had to be ruined by her past.
His eyebrows furrowing a little, Sam placed a soft kiss against her forehead. "Okay," he murmured, not really believing her but knowing she didn't want to talk about it. He was quiet for a moment. "What about your dad?"
Sarah sighed. "I guess we should tell him, but honestly? I don't think he'll care." She looked at him, the sadness in her eyes betraying how much she wanted her dad to be proud of this event.
Sam kissed her softly. "Your dad loves you," he murmured.
Stroking his cheek, Sarah smiled sadly. "He sure has a funny way of showing it. I've tried calling him a few times since I left, but he hasn't returned any of my calls."
He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sarah." He was quiet for a moment. "I know it's hard."
She sighed, not saying anything. Sitting up, she turned around and looked at him. "Look, I'll tell my dad, but... it's more important that Dean and Chloe approve. You guys are my family." She smiled faintly, losing herself in his eyes.
"Okay," he said softly, smiling back at her with warm eyes.
Sarah bit her lip in excitement. "I can't believe we're gonna get married," she said softly, unable to hide her giddiness in her eyes.
Sam grinned at her, his own eyes lighting up with excitement. "And you're sure you want Elvis to marry us?" He asked lightly.
She swatted him playfully, straddling his waist and wiggling against him. "Viva Las Vegas, baby. As long as you want to marry me, I'd let the captain of the Titanic marry us."
He groaned involuntarily at her body's movement against his own. "Ditto." He gazed up at her, taking both of her hands in his and tugging her gently down for a kiss.
Sarah willingly went back on the bed, snaking her arms around his neck and digging her fingers in his hair as they kissed, their mouths moving against each other at a seductive pace. She shifted slightly under him and felt his body stiffen. She giggled in her throat.
"Somehow...I don't think we're gonna be sleeping much tonight," he informed her, smiling.
"Who needs sleep?" she whispered, moaning softly as his mouth slipped to her neck, where he sucked and licked. "Sam," she groaned, her eyes glazing over.
He grinned at her response. Yeah. It was gonna be a long night.
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Dean sat back in the heart-shaped tub, up to his neck in bubbles as he watched Chloe pouring them two glasses of champagne. He flicked the bubbles idly. "I'm gonna smell like a girl in the morning," he complained lightly, eyeing the fragrant bubble bath bottle on the side of the large tub.
She grinned. "And your skin will be really soft, too," she teased, handing him one of the glasses and setting hers on the edge of the tub. She slowly shrugged out of her terrycloth robe and climbed into the tub beside him.
He rolled his eyes. "God, shoot me now," he replied with a snarky grin, watching her graceful way of moving as she got into the tub. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching you," he said, moving towards her, glass in hand.
She smiled and moved so she was resting her head against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her.
Snaking an arm around her, Dean stroked her arm tenderly. "I'm glad I came up with this idea," he whispered, content to just be with her tonight. His thoughts kept straying to his father, however, and all the information they had gotten. It was almost too much to take in.
"I am too," she said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. "Penny for your thoughts."
He chuckled. "Don't think they're worth a penny," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "I'm just... thinking about my dad. Ugh, okay, that came out wrong." He shook his head, trying hard not to laugh.
She smiled faintly, her gaze watching the flickering candlelight from the candles that she'd lit and set on the side of the tub and on the bathroom sink. "It's a lot take in."
"No kidding," he whispered with a sigh. "I don't know where to begin, actually... who knew my mom was really an angel? I mean, I always thought she was angelic, but..." He shrugged slightly in amazement.
Chloe was quiet for a moment. "And your dad knew Lex."
"And he never said a word about it, either." That was probably the most troubling thing, he thought with a frown.
"Lex...can be incredibly convincing and persuasive." Her voice was quiet.
"Kinda like the devil himself," Dean muttered in response, turning to look at Chloe softly. "Hey, it's really not so bad... I hope."
"I should have killed Lex and Lionel when I had the chance," she said grimly, staring at the candlelight.
"Yeah, about that..." he began, turning around to face her. Chloe's green eyes looked downtrodden and depressed, two things he wished he could take away. "What exactly happened the other day with them? How did they... find you two?"
"I have no idea," she said quietly, sighing softly and closing her eyes for a moment.
He took another long sip of his champagne and put the glass on the side of the tub. "Thank God for your wits, Chloe," he whispered, stroking her chin with a soapy finger. "I'm gonna enjoy killing them for what they could've done to you and Sarah."
"I was more worried about what would happen if they found you and Sam," she admitted softly.
He leaned in and kissed her gently. He had no doubt that she and Sarah would have given their lives to save Sam and him. "You two are way too good for us," he whispered gently.
"Says the angel to the freak," she said lightly.
He grinned. "Hey, this half-angel loves this freak, remember? Besides, I won't let anything happen to you. Ever."
"Ditto," she responded, giving him a look. After a moment, she looked back at the candles once more. "Lex wasn't always like this, you know." Her voice was soft.
"You mean he wasn't always a power-hungry son of a bitch?"
"At one point he was a pretty decent human being." She leaned back against his chest, closing her eyes. "He and Clark used to be really close friends."
"That's surprising," he replied, his brows furrowing. "Clark seems like such a do-gooder. Why didn't he rub off on baldy?"
"I guess you can't always fight genetics," she said grimly.
"You mean... his father's just as bad?" Dean wrapped his arms around her body, his arms just under her breasts.
Chloe grimaced. "Lionel still gives me nightmares sometimes."
"What did he do to you, Chloe?" he asked, his voice low and hard as he snuggled her closer to him.
Though she knew he knew the basics of what went down, she also realized the details were very sketchy. She was silent for a moment. This was the one aspect of her life she looked back on with more shame and guilt than any other. "You sure you wanna know the whole story?" she asked softly, her body tense.
Dean felt her body go stiff and still and worried. She seemed more than reluctant to say anything, but he wanted to know. He needed to know... especially if it meant making her feel a little better. "Only if you're comfortable telling me," he whispered, kissing the tender part of her neck.
"It's pretty sordid. And uh...I was far from innocent in the whole nasty situation," she whispered.
He chuckled grimly. "Wow, that sounds... ominous." He paused, however, waiting to hear what she had to say.
"That's because it is." She was quiet for a moment. "Clark and I...had exactly one date in the entire time I've known him. It was...to a dance our freshman year of high school. And everything was going really well until the tornado hit." She took a sip of her champagne, staring at the glass and the way the light from the candles flickered over it, catching the reflection and making its shadows dance on the wall. "Back then, I didn't know who Clark was. What he was capable of. So when he up and left to go check on Lana without a word...I was...kind of devastated. Afterwards...I told him we should just be friends. I guess I was hoping he'd disagree, that...that he'd I don't know...fight to keep me or something." A faint smile touched her lips. "But he just agreed."
Dean frowned, feeling her body quake just a little at the memory of what had happened. "Bastard," he muttered, kissing her shoulder gently. His eyes burned with frustration. "Clark's always been a big, dumb alien, then, hasn't he?" So much for liking the guy, even if he never knew what he was missing.
"He was just in love with someone else. Of course, back then it felt like the world was ending." She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath, resting her arms on top of his. "He wanted Lana Lang. Most guys in Smallville did. But...she wanted him back. It was pretty much a star-crossed thing from the beginning. They'll never be over each other." She paused. "Clark...had a way of making a person feel like they were incredibly important one minute...and then total garbage the next. I don't think he ever really meant to, he was just...young and stupid. But..." She winced a little. "Lionel Luthor made me an offer right after one of those times. And I'm not…using it as an excuse because there isn't one. I made a bad choice."
Dean felt all the air leave his lungs before sucking it back in. Shit, he thought. Remind me never to piss her off like that. He was silent for several moments, trying to digest everything she had just told him. He hated more than anything, he decided that Clark would always be Chloe's first love: a guy who never appreciated her, probably kept her stringing along like a dog until he didn't need her anymore, and while she might have done a stupid thing in agreeing to Lionel's offer, he still couldn't blame her for what she did. "Maybe you did, Chloe, but I can't fault you for that," he finally answered, letting his thoughts known. "You were hurting, and Lionel probably saw that and took advantage of you. Slimy bastard."
She relaxed a little as she realized he wasn't judging her for her mistakes. "He offered me a column in the Daily Planet…in exchange for researching Clark," she said softly. "But after awhile...I just...couldn't do it anymore. I resigned at the D.P. and told Lionel I was done working for him." Her voice wavered a little. "But...he wasn't done with me," she whispered.
Dean's body stiffened at her words. "What'd that bastard do to you, Chloe?" he whispered, wishing he could find Lionel Luthor and strangle him with his bare hands.
She closed her eyes, feeling his arms tighten around her slightly. "Harassed, threatened, fired my dad, tried to kill us both...the usual." Her voice was soft.
"Dammit," he whispered, kissing the base of her neck softly, all the while thinking murderous thoughts about the Luthors. "I'm going to take pleasure in killing this son of a bitch."
"How do you kill someone as evil as the Luthors?" she murmured.
"I don't know," he muttered, "but if Sam's the one leading this... army against them, he'll have the answer." His brother was going to lead an army, he thought. It was too strange, though deep down inside, he'd always known Sam possessed the strength necessary to do such a thing.
She turned slightly in his arms and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Leader of men," she murmured.
"Kinda cool," he whispered, not quite meeting her eyes. "Kinda... weird, too."
"Somehow I have this feeling you're gonna be right there beside him."
Dean snorted faintly. "I always have been, always will be," he replied. "Dad has always told me to take care of Sam, and this will be no different." He looked up at her. "Good thing he has you, too. And Sarah."
Chloe gazed at him. "We're all in this together."
"Kinda like..." His eyes grew dark with hope. "... a family." He grinned at her and kissed her gently.
"Exactly like a family," she whispered, kissing him back.
Dean never thought in his wildest dreams that something like this would happen. He had originally wanted Sam around because he longed for his family to be together. It was something he had always wanted. And the fact that he and Sam now had women in their lives who loved them despite their deficiencies... well, that just rocked. "Sam's gonna freak out a little, you know this, right?" he asked. *
"Yeah, I kinda figured he might."
He sighed and looked down, taking his glass of champagne and downing the rest in a single gulp. "I don't know how to tell him," he replied softly.
She leaned her head against his. "We'll tell him together if you want."
"That'd be good," he whispered, closing his eyes and sighing. "I'm glad you're in my life, Chloe Sullivan."
Chloe smiled brightly and kissed his cheek. "Ditto," she whispered.
"You know... this water's getting cold," he replied, his eyes twinkling with a sudden burst of energy.
She raised her eyebrows. "What do you suggest, Mr. Winchester?"
"Picking you up and drying you off, for starters," he chuckled, running his hands down her body and watching her eyes grow dark with desire.
Chloe kissed him, pressing a hand to his cheek.
"Feels like a yes to me," he replied with a grin, standing up and dragging her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, his wet hands running through her hair.
She moaned softly against his lips, shivering a little as the cool air hit her skin.
Grabbing a towel, Dean stepped back and wrapped her in it, the large towel nearly dwarfing her body. Gently, he picked her up and stepped out of the tub. He gently laid her on the bed while he grabbed a towel for himself.
"We could share a towel," she said with a smirk.
"What's the fun in that?" he asked, sitting down next to her. "It'd be fun to rub each other down together." He reached for her, a leer on his face.
"Well if you wanna have all that cotton between us...I guess that's fine." She shrugged, smirking.
He growled and pulled both towels away from their bodies. "You're killing me," he whispered, whipping her on top of him and kissing her open mouth.
She giggled, sliding her hands down his chest. "Not trying to kill you."
He closed his eyes, groaning at her light touch on his body. "Are... too..." he muttered when her hands brushed against his lower abdomen. When she wriggled against him gently, he put his hands on her hips. "Chloe..."
"Hmm?" She kissed him a little more deeply.
As their mouths moved against each other, Dean pulled Chloe down against his body, gently rolling her hips against his lower body. He was hard and ready for her, but it was too much fun running his hands over her still-damp body.
She groaned softly. "Stop teasing," she whispered.
"Just returning the favor," he replied, his hands lingering at her hips and gripping her there.
"I'm not teasing you," she said, pressing her lower body closer to his own.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head. "You still on that birth control?" he rasped, feeling his body convulse under her.
"Of course." She smiled at his reaction.
Picking her up, he placed her hips over his hard thickness and pushed up into her. "Good, because I can't wait for you," he rasped, watching her eyes grow wide and smiling seductively.
She leaned down to kiss him at the same time she rocked her hips against his.
Dean groaned and immediately rolled them over, so her back was against the bed. He drove into her fast and hard, not giving either a chance to breathe as she quickly came to her release, her inner walls stroking him, making him come with a final thrust. Collapsing on top of her, he chuckled breathlessly.
"What's so funny?" she murmured, closing her eyes as he rested his head against her chest.
He smirked slightly. "Nothing," he replied, wrapping his arms around her torso. "Just thinkin'..." He closed his eyes and breathed in her essence, more in love with her than ever. "You're perfect, Chloe Sullivan."
"Far from it," she whispered, stroking her hand lightly over the back of his neck.
"Hey, when I say a thing, it's true," he replied, gently teasing one of her nipples with his mouth.
Chloe barely bit back the urge to snark at him for that remark. She slid her fingers through his hair, her breathing finally beginning to even out.
"What, no snappy comeback?" he whispered, nuzzling her chest with his nose. "Did I sex it all outta you?" His voice practically sang with the satisfaction he felt.
"It would take a lot more than that," she said with a smirk, her eyes glittering.
"God, I hope so," Dean replied, looking into her eyes. He pulled his face up to hers and kissed her gently. Tonight, he thought, he didn't want either of them to have any worries. They'd have enough to think about in the morning, when they'd tell Sam and Sarah what they had done.
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17. Big time!
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don't sue.
Pairing: Sam/Sarah, Dean/Chloe
True to their word, they had stayed in bed all day, making up for lost time. Never had Sarah been more satisfied or sleepy in her life, but even as she fed Sam a bite of the salmon they had ordered through room service, she didn't care about the fatigue. Sam was the gentlest lover in the world, and she couldn't imagine wanting to spend the rest of her life with anyone else.
"Good?" she asked, watching him slide the fork into his mouth, eating as he stared at her.
"The best," he responded, his eyes filled with warmth and love. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
She flushed at his touch, which made her body quiver. She put the fork into the fish and took a quick bite. "You need to stop that," she teased gently, meeting his soft look with one of her own.
He smiled, his eyes shining. "Sorry. I can't help it."
She giggled. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him. "You just gotta be ready for the consequences of that look." She lingered over his lips, kissing him gently.
He kissed her back softly, then placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You...are incredibly beautiful, Sarah Blake."
Her heart skipped at beat at his gruff tenor voice. "Aw, you're just saying that because I said yes," she teased, running a hand through his dark locks. She loved his hair, how it fell across his forehead in a boyish sense... even though he was all man.
"I've always thought that," he told her softly, turning and pressing a kiss to her hand.
"Even when we were trying to kill the psycho child from the painting?" Her voice was soft but filled with awe as she watched him.
"Since the first time I saw you. I'd never been so glad I'd taken an art history course in my life." He chuckled softly.
She grinned and pushed the food cart away, scooting closer to him. "Good thing I quizzed you, then, because I would have been disappointed if you were just a pretty face," she flirted, running a finger up his arm lightly.
He laughed and pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her lips as he slid his arms around her, cradling her body against his. "I love you."
Her rested against Sam's naked chest. She heard his rumbling laughter in his chest and grinned. "You definitely proved that today," she whispered, holding him tightly. "But I love you, too. More than you know."
He smiled and smoothed her hair down her back, his fingertips caressing her bare skin lightly. "When should we tell Dean and Chloe?"
"Not before tomorrow morning," she whispered, looking at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "How do you think they'll take this?" She hoped they would encourage this, particularly since Sam had seemed so down lately.
A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her. "I think they'll be happy about it." He touched her cheek.
"I hope so," she whispered, closing her eyes against the onslaught of emotions that she was experiencing. Married, she thought briefly. She never thought it would happen to her, especially not after what... She swallowed hard, beating that thought firmly back as she rested her head against Sam.
"Sarah? You okay?" he asked softly, involuntarily catching the flicker of a thought against his mind.
Crap, she thought. Keeping her mental block firmly in place, she sighed and snuggled against him. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered, frowning that the moment had to be ruined by her past.
His eyebrows furrowing a little, Sam placed a soft kiss against her forehead. "Okay," he murmured, not really believing her but knowing she didn't want to talk about it. He was quiet for a moment. "What about your dad?"
Sarah sighed. "I guess we should tell him, but honestly? I don't think he'll care." She looked at him, the sadness in her eyes betraying how much she wanted her dad to be proud of this event.
Sam kissed her softly. "Your dad loves you," he murmured.
Stroking his cheek, Sarah smiled sadly. "He sure has a funny way of showing it. I've tried calling him a few times since I left, but he hasn't returned any of my calls."
He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sarah." He was quiet for a moment. "I know it's hard."
She sighed, not saying anything. Sitting up, she turned around and looked at him. "Look, I'll tell my dad, but... it's more important that Dean and Chloe approve. You guys are my family." She smiled faintly, losing herself in his eyes.
"Okay," he said softly, smiling back at her with warm eyes.
Sarah bit her lip in excitement. "I can't believe we're gonna get married," she said softly, unable to hide her giddiness in her eyes.
Sam grinned at her, his own eyes lighting up with excitement. "And you're sure you want Elvis to marry us?" He asked lightly.
She swatted him playfully, straddling his waist and wiggling against him. "Viva Las Vegas, baby. As long as you want to marry me, I'd let the captain of the Titanic marry us."
He groaned involuntarily at her body's movement against his own. "Ditto." He gazed up at her, taking both of her hands in his and tugging her gently down for a kiss.
Sarah willingly went back on the bed, snaking her arms around his neck and digging her fingers in his hair as they kissed, their mouths moving against each other at a seductive pace. She shifted slightly under him and felt his body stiffen. She giggled in her throat.
"Somehow...I don't think we're gonna be sleeping much tonight," he informed her, smiling.
"Who needs sleep?" she whispered, moaning softly as his mouth slipped to her neck, where he sucked and licked. "Sam," she groaned, her eyes glazing over.
He grinned at her response. Yeah. It was gonna be a long night.
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Dean sat back in the heart-shaped tub, up to his neck in bubbles as he watched Chloe pouring them two glasses of champagne. He flicked the bubbles idly. "I'm gonna smell like a girl in the morning," he complained lightly, eyeing the fragrant bubble bath bottle on the side of the large tub.
She grinned. "And your skin will be really soft, too," she teased, handing him one of the glasses and setting hers on the edge of the tub. She slowly shrugged out of her terrycloth robe and climbed into the tub beside him.
He rolled his eyes. "God, shoot me now," he replied with a snarky grin, watching her graceful way of moving as she got into the tub. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching you," he said, moving towards her, glass in hand.
She smiled and moved so she was resting her head against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her.
Snaking an arm around her, Dean stroked her arm tenderly. "I'm glad I came up with this idea," he whispered, content to just be with her tonight. His thoughts kept straying to his father, however, and all the information they had gotten. It was almost too much to take in.
"I am too," she said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. "Penny for your thoughts."
He chuckled. "Don't think they're worth a penny," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "I'm just... thinking about my dad. Ugh, okay, that came out wrong." He shook his head, trying hard not to laugh.
She smiled faintly, her gaze watching the flickering candlelight from the candles that she'd lit and set on the side of the tub and on the bathroom sink. "It's a lot take in."
"No kidding," he whispered with a sigh. "I don't know where to begin, actually... who knew my mom was really an angel? I mean, I always thought she was angelic, but..." He shrugged slightly in amazement.
Chloe was quiet for a moment. "And your dad knew Lex."
"And he never said a word about it, either." That was probably the most troubling thing, he thought with a frown.
"Lex...can be incredibly convincing and persuasive." Her voice was quiet.
"Kinda like the devil himself," Dean muttered in response, turning to look at Chloe softly. "Hey, it's really not so bad... I hope."
"I should have killed Lex and Lionel when I had the chance," she said grimly, staring at the candlelight.
"Yeah, about that..." he began, turning around to face her. Chloe's green eyes looked downtrodden and depressed, two things he wished he could take away. "What exactly happened the other day with them? How did they... find you two?"
"I have no idea," she said quietly, sighing softly and closing her eyes for a moment.
He took another long sip of his champagne and put the glass on the side of the tub. "Thank God for your wits, Chloe," he whispered, stroking her chin with a soapy finger. "I'm gonna enjoy killing them for what they could've done to you and Sarah."
"I was more worried about what would happen if they found you and Sam," she admitted softly.
He leaned in and kissed her gently. He had no doubt that she and Sarah would have given their lives to save Sam and him. "You two are way too good for us," he whispered gently.
"Says the angel to the freak," she said lightly.
He grinned. "Hey, this half-angel loves this freak, remember? Besides, I won't let anything happen to you. Ever."
"Ditto," she responded, giving him a look. After a moment, she looked back at the candles once more. "Lex wasn't always like this, you know." Her voice was soft.
"You mean he wasn't always a power-hungry son of a bitch?"
"At one point he was a pretty decent human being." She leaned back against his chest, closing her eyes. "He and Clark used to be really close friends."
"That's surprising," he replied, his brows furrowing. "Clark seems like such a do-gooder. Why didn't he rub off on baldy?"
"I guess you can't always fight genetics," she said grimly.
"You mean... his father's just as bad?" Dean wrapped his arms around her body, his arms just under her breasts.
Chloe grimaced. "Lionel still gives me nightmares sometimes."
"What did he do to you, Chloe?" he asked, his voice low and hard as he snuggled her closer to him.
Though she knew he knew the basics of what went down, she also realized the details were very sketchy. She was silent for a moment. This was the one aspect of her life she looked back on with more shame and guilt than any other. "You sure you wanna know the whole story?" she asked softly, her body tense.
Dean felt her body go stiff and still and worried. She seemed more than reluctant to say anything, but he wanted to know. He needed to know... especially if it meant making her feel a little better. "Only if you're comfortable telling me," he whispered, kissing the tender part of her neck.
"It's pretty sordid. And uh...I was far from innocent in the whole nasty situation," she whispered.
He chuckled grimly. "Wow, that sounds... ominous." He paused, however, waiting to hear what she had to say.
"That's because it is." She was quiet for a moment. "Clark and I...had exactly one date in the entire time I've known him. It was...to a dance our freshman year of high school. And everything was going really well until the tornado hit." She took a sip of her champagne, staring at the glass and the way the light from the candles flickered over it, catching the reflection and making its shadows dance on the wall. "Back then, I didn't know who Clark was. What he was capable of. So when he up and left to go check on Lana without a word...I was...kind of devastated. Afterwards...I told him we should just be friends. I guess I was hoping he'd disagree, that...that he'd I don't know...fight to keep me or something." A faint smile touched her lips. "But he just agreed."
Dean frowned, feeling her body quake just a little at the memory of what had happened. "Bastard," he muttered, kissing her shoulder gently. His eyes burned with frustration. "Clark's always been a big, dumb alien, then, hasn't he?" So much for liking the guy, even if he never knew what he was missing.
"He was just in love with someone else. Of course, back then it felt like the world was ending." She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath, resting her arms on top of his. "He wanted Lana Lang. Most guys in Smallville did. But...she wanted him back. It was pretty much a star-crossed thing from the beginning. They'll never be over each other." She paused. "Clark...had a way of making a person feel like they were incredibly important one minute...and then total garbage the next. I don't think he ever really meant to, he was just...young and stupid. But..." She winced a little. "Lionel Luthor made me an offer right after one of those times. And I'm not…using it as an excuse because there isn't one. I made a bad choice."
Dean felt all the air leave his lungs before sucking it back in. Shit, he thought. Remind me never to piss her off like that. He was silent for several moments, trying to digest everything she had just told him. He hated more than anything, he decided that Clark would always be Chloe's first love: a guy who never appreciated her, probably kept her stringing along like a dog until he didn't need her anymore, and while she might have done a stupid thing in agreeing to Lionel's offer, he still couldn't blame her for what she did. "Maybe you did, Chloe, but I can't fault you for that," he finally answered, letting his thoughts known. "You were hurting, and Lionel probably saw that and took advantage of you. Slimy bastard."
She relaxed a little as she realized he wasn't judging her for her mistakes. "He offered me a column in the Daily Planet…in exchange for researching Clark," she said softly. "But after awhile...I just...couldn't do it anymore. I resigned at the D.P. and told Lionel I was done working for him." Her voice wavered a little. "But...he wasn't done with me," she whispered.
Dean's body stiffened at her words. "What'd that bastard do to you, Chloe?" he whispered, wishing he could find Lionel Luthor and strangle him with his bare hands.
She closed her eyes, feeling his arms tighten around her slightly. "Harassed, threatened, fired my dad, tried to kill us both...the usual." Her voice was soft.
"Dammit," he whispered, kissing the base of her neck softly, all the while thinking murderous thoughts about the Luthors. "I'm going to take pleasure in killing this son of a bitch."
"How do you kill someone as evil as the Luthors?" she murmured.
"I don't know," he muttered, "but if Sam's the one leading this... army against them, he'll have the answer." His brother was going to lead an army, he thought. It was too strange, though deep down inside, he'd always known Sam possessed the strength necessary to do such a thing.
She turned slightly in his arms and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Leader of men," she murmured.
"Kinda cool," he whispered, not quite meeting her eyes. "Kinda... weird, too."
"Somehow I have this feeling you're gonna be right there beside him."
Dean snorted faintly. "I always have been, always will be," he replied. "Dad has always told me to take care of Sam, and this will be no different." He looked up at her. "Good thing he has you, too. And Sarah."
Chloe gazed at him. "We're all in this together."
"Kinda like..." His eyes grew dark with hope. "... a family." He grinned at her and kissed her gently.
"Exactly like a family," she whispered, kissing him back.
Dean never thought in his wildest dreams that something like this would happen. He had originally wanted Sam around because he longed for his family to be together. It was something he had always wanted. And the fact that he and Sam now had women in their lives who loved them despite their deficiencies... well, that just rocked. "Sam's gonna freak out a little, you know this, right?" he asked. *
"Yeah, I kinda figured he might."
He sighed and looked down, taking his glass of champagne and downing the rest in a single gulp. "I don't know how to tell him," he replied softly.
She leaned her head against his. "We'll tell him together if you want."
"That'd be good," he whispered, closing his eyes and sighing. "I'm glad you're in my life, Chloe Sullivan."
Chloe smiled brightly and kissed his cheek. "Ditto," she whispered.
"You know... this water's getting cold," he replied, his eyes twinkling with a sudden burst of energy.
She raised her eyebrows. "What do you suggest, Mr. Winchester?"
"Picking you up and drying you off, for starters," he chuckled, running his hands down her body and watching her eyes grow dark with desire.
Chloe kissed him, pressing a hand to his cheek.
"Feels like a yes to me," he replied with a grin, standing up and dragging her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, his wet hands running through her hair.
She moaned softly against his lips, shivering a little as the cool air hit her skin.
Grabbing a towel, Dean stepped back and wrapped her in it, the large towel nearly dwarfing her body. Gently, he picked her up and stepped out of the tub. He gently laid her on the bed while he grabbed a towel for himself.
"We could share a towel," she said with a smirk.
"What's the fun in that?" he asked, sitting down next to her. "It'd be fun to rub each other down together." He reached for her, a leer on his face.
"Well if you wanna have all that cotton between us...I guess that's fine." She shrugged, smirking.
He growled and pulled both towels away from their bodies. "You're killing me," he whispered, whipping her on top of him and kissing her open mouth.
She giggled, sliding her hands down his chest. "Not trying to kill you."
He closed his eyes, groaning at her light touch on his body. "Are... too..." he muttered when her hands brushed against his lower abdomen. When she wriggled against him gently, he put his hands on her hips. "Chloe..."
"Hmm?" She kissed him a little more deeply.
As their mouths moved against each other, Dean pulled Chloe down against his body, gently rolling her hips against his lower body. He was hard and ready for her, but it was too much fun running his hands over her still-damp body.
She groaned softly. "Stop teasing," she whispered.
"Just returning the favor," he replied, his hands lingering at her hips and gripping her there.
"I'm not teasing you," she said, pressing her lower body closer to his own.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head. "You still on that birth control?" he rasped, feeling his body convulse under her.
"Of course." She smiled at his reaction.
Picking her up, he placed her hips over his hard thickness and pushed up into her. "Good, because I can't wait for you," he rasped, watching her eyes grow wide and smiling seductively.
She leaned down to kiss him at the same time she rocked her hips against his.
Dean groaned and immediately rolled them over, so her back was against the bed. He drove into her fast and hard, not giving either a chance to breathe as she quickly came to her release, her inner walls stroking him, making him come with a final thrust. Collapsing on top of her, he chuckled breathlessly.
"What's so funny?" she murmured, closing her eyes as he rested his head against her chest.
He smirked slightly. "Nothing," he replied, wrapping his arms around her torso. "Just thinkin'..." He closed his eyes and breathed in her essence, more in love with her than ever. "You're perfect, Chloe Sullivan."
"Far from it," she whispered, stroking her hand lightly over the back of his neck.
"Hey, when I say a thing, it's true," he replied, gently teasing one of her nipples with his mouth.
Chloe barely bit back the urge to snark at him for that remark. She slid her fingers through his hair, her breathing finally beginning to even out.
"What, no snappy comeback?" he whispered, nuzzling her chest with his nose. "Did I sex it all outta you?" His voice practically sang with the satisfaction he felt.
"It would take a lot more than that," she said with a smirk, her eyes glittering.
"God, I hope so," Dean replied, looking into her eyes. He pulled his face up to hers and kissed her gently. Tonight, he thought, he didn't want either of them to have any worries. They'd have enough to think about in the morning, when they'd tell Sam and Sarah what they had done.