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In the Dark	By : jensencat Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean opened the door to his room, and they stepped inside. “All we need is a night,” Elena breathed, and Dean grinned down at her with a glimmer in his eyes. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers, pressing her up against the wall. His calloused hands gripped her head, fingers working into her soft hair. Suddenly, she needed him more than anything. Her lips moved against his, tasting the bourbon on his tongue as it explored her mouth. She brought her hands up, arching against the wall, and his hands moved up along the slender arms as he smiled against her, and he pinned her wrists together against the wall with his left hand. The right one he brought down to push away the bothersome fabric of her sweater, allowing his hand to linger on her breast.
She gasped when he did that, and he dropped his head to kiss her neck, freeing her wrists and letting her drop her arms. She ran her fingers through his short dark hair and down to his shoulders, and he bit her neck playfully. Elena’s hands traced his firm chest down until she found the zipper on his jeans, which she proceeded to undo. She could feel his erection against her stomach through his jeans, and his lips travelled up along her jaw. She pushed him away by the shoulders to give her space to remove her sweater. She threw it to the ground and chewed on her lip enticingly.
Dean grinned and quickly stepped out of his jeans while kicking off his boots. He quickly removed his socks while keeping his eyes locked on hers, and she did the same. She stepped towards him, feeling the rough carpet under her feet, and he took a firm hold of her shoulders to spin her around and push her down onto the bed so he stood between her legs and she gazed up at him from the bed, breathing heavily. He deftly undid her jeans, and she bucked her hips as he slid them down her legs and flung them into the corner of the room. Dean took a moment to admire the beautiful woman lying before him, miles of olive skin and black lingerie.
“Damn, girl,” he murmured, pleased. She grinned up at him and propped herself up on her elbows as he slowly guided her panties down her legs, moving so slowly, drowning her in his gaze throughout the process. Once he finished, Dean came down and brushed his lips against her clavicle before biting her neck and causing an audible gasp to escape from her mouth. She felt his lips on her chest as they moved down to her left breast, and then he pulled her up closer to him, and they were sitting on the bed together, bare legs entwined. He reached around her to unhook the clasp of her bra while she left light kisses on his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. Her hands slipped under his shirt at his waist, fingers feeling his abs and moving up, exploring the contours of his chest. She pulled the shirt up over his head and pushed him onto his back. He gazed up at her, awed and entranced as she sat up with her legs on either side of his waist and flipped her hair back.
She knew what he wanted as soon as she saw his naughty grin, and she was overcome with the desire to please him. Her fingers pushed away the last piece of fabric keeping Dean from being entirely hers, and she felt his legs move under her as he kicked it over his ankles. His green eyes glowed with hungry anticipation, so she shifted up and positioned herself above him, tentatively descending over his boner. Clenching the sheets under him with his fingers, Dean inhaled sharply as Elena guided him into her. He smiled at the hot, wet sensation surrounding him. Letting instinct take over her actions, Elena began rolling her hips, establishing a rhythm which Dean easily responded to, thrusting upward as she absorbed his movements. She wasn’t thinking about anything at all anymore, just fucking him. Nothing else mattered, and she threw her head back and laughed.
Dean stared up at the beautiful creature above him and inwardly scolded himself for ever having doubts about whether to bring her back to the room. This was so much more fun than sulking alone. He let his eyes slide closed for a moment, hips still moving of their own accord, and, fuck, her tongue was tracing his lowest rib, causing an explosion of pleasure to rack his body. His lips formed her name, and she slowed her hips while he rode out his orgasm, brushing her lips over him.
Then, as Dean’s fast breathing slowed, she pulled herself off of him and laid her hands on his shoulders while she began to kiss his chest, closing the angle of her hips to press herself closer to him. She circled his right nipple with her tongue and tugged at it with her teeth, causing him to mutter something under his breath. Then, with a satisfied smile, she moved on to his other nipple. Hearing his aroused sigh, she came up to kiss his freckled cheekbones and along his jawline until she found his mouth, working it open with her tongue. His rough fingers glided over the smooth skin of her back, and he flipped her over, positioning himself above her soft, supple body.
He pressed his swollen lips against hers, excited by the touch of her eager tongue, and ran a hand slowly down the side of her body. He felt her feminine hand on his ass and saw her eyes close when he touched the sensitive spot above her hip. He pulled away from her mouth and began slowly moving down over her glowing olive skin with his lips, between her breasts and over her flat stomach. He grazed over a curvy hip, sliding lower still to kiss her inner thigh. She pressed her head down into the pillow, savoring the sweet agony of anticipation. And finally, his mouth was where she wanted it. She grabbed his head to push him into her and couldn’t resist the urge to buck her hips. He clasped her hips between his hands and held them still as his tongue flicked around her clit before he began to suck on it, tasting her arousal. She gripped his hair tighter and moaned, giving herself over to the sensations. And then, all too soon, she couldn’t feel him anymore. He was lying beside her on the bed, his arm propped up above his shoulder so his hand rested behind his head, and he looked over at her with satisfaction.
“That’s the most fun I’ve had in…I don’t even know long,” Elena said, breathing heavily as she turned her head to face Dean. “I can’t remember the last time I went this long without worrying about everything that’s going wrong.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to appreciate the good things until they’re gone,” Dean agreed. “I used to do the same thing, and it was so bad for a while. Every once in a while, you need to step away from reality. Like this. Like now.”
“You said earlier that you have a lot of experience with fucking things up,” she said quietly, curious about his problems but not wanting to pry into his life.
“That’s the understatement of the year,” he said dryly.
“Why don’t we ever learn?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest, somehow hoping he had all the answers tucked away. “Why is it that people like us just keep on making the same mistakes?”
“I wish I had the answer to that question,” he said. “I guess it’s because we have blind spots that we never lose. Like family. All the choices I’ve made were for family, and somehow, even though I know what happened because of my actions, I still think that if I could do it all again, I’d make the same choices. Does that make any sense?”
“Yes,” she said. “You and I are the same, you know.”
“How’s that?” he asked, draping a muscular arm ov9er her and bringing a warm smile to her lips. He glanced down at the brunette snuggling up against him and was a little bit confused. Why was his arm around her? More concerning, why did her hair and hands on his broad chest feel so good? He didn’t do cuddling. The idea of emotional closeness with anyone kind of freaked him out most of the time. Sure, there had been some exceptions over the years. First there was Cassie, but he’d been so young then that it really didn’t count. The rest were just hook ups and a few clingy girlfriends, like that girl he dated in high school—what was her name?—who broke it off when she caught him making out with another girl in the supply closet. And, of course, Lisa. He’d gotten closer to her than any other woman, and even managed to maintain their relationship when he got back in the life after Sam showed back up. Eventually, though, he broke off his relationship with Lisa and Ben to protect them. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, and he didn’t ever want to do something like that again. That fear was one of the main reasons he usually avoided serious dating. So what was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he pulling his arm away and asking Elena if she needed a ride somewhere?
She was hot. That was the reason he’d started talking to her in the first place. But that didn’t explain why he was still talking to her, cuddling with her. That was because she was right. They were the same. He could sense it, and she’d just pointed it out. He looked down at her, awaiting her explanation.
“Everyone I love has been hurt because of me,” she said. “I get the sense you’re the same way.”
“Listen, Elena,” Dean said, snapping out of his trance and pulling his arm off of her. “I’ve got it a hell of a lot worse than you. You need to enjoy your mundane, simple problems because, believe me, you’re fine. You may have hurt everyone you love, but at least they’re fucking alive!” He rolled off of the bed and looked around the room for his clothes.
“Dean, I’m sorry!” Elena cried, sitting up and holding a sheet to cover herself. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—”
“Just go,” Dean said gruffly, pulling on his jeans and turning his face into the corner. He was mentally scolding himself for ever feeling any kind of connection to this girl. She was just as naïve and superficial as everyone else. This was exactly why he didn’t cuddle.
Elena quickly gathered her clothes from where they were scattered around the room and slipped into them silently. She opened the door and paused for a moment to look back at him. He was so fucking perfect, standing shirtless near the corner of the room, ripped jeans hanging from his hips in the most attractive way. She wanted to go to him and run her hands over his slightly hunched shoulders, but her dignity kept her in the doorway. No, it wasn’t dignity that kept her there. If dignity had any power over her anymore, she wouldn’t have entered this room in the first place.
“Dean,” she said slowly in a hopeless attempt to calm him, but he didn’t respond. He just turned to the corner, using his shoulder as a barrier so he wouldn’t have to see her doe eyes. She closed the door behind her, but she wasn’t ready to face Matt yet. Instead, she put her back to the door and slid down it until she reached the ground. And then, sitting there, she let go of the tight hold she’d been trying to keep on her emotions. She tasted the salty tears as they spilled onto her cheeks and flowed over her lips. Silent sobbing racked her body, and as much as she yearned to whimper and moan, she didn’t make a sound for fear that Dean would hear.
It was the first time she really cried in a long time, and she didn’t know what caused this sudden bout of waterworks. Despair? Anger? Grief over the possible death of all the vampires she loved? Maybe it was just the pressure of everything that had been going on. But that was a lie. She was mostly crying over Dean. She knew that she hadn’t lost him because he had never been hers in the first place. She never even knew him. She wanted to, though. She could feel how similar they were, even if, to all appearances, they were polar opposites, and it bothered her that he’d rejected the idea so vehemently.
Even more than the unfulfilled desire to know a man she’d met such a short time ago, was a strange feeling of betrayal. Dean hadn’t promised her anything, but the emotions were there nonetheless. Elena wasn’t normally the type of girl to just hook up with a guy. She’d always thought sex should be special. Yet she’d easily given into the temptation of Dean. True, she’d been unsure about going with him, but she’d gone with him just the same. She’d given him everything and he’d sent her away. This was exactly why she didn’t hook up.
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