For The Love Of Food

Dean’s mouth practically watered when the waitress set his plate down in front of him. Steak... mashed potatoes and gravy... and here he’d ordered a pastrami sandwich which was more in line with his budget. It had been the same yesterday, and she’d only charged him the price of a sandwich. He wasn’t about to complain.

Leaning back, he looked up at her. “Carrots... definitely didn’t order those.”

“Believe me, my pleasure,” Scarlet answered, her stomach tightening at the thought of the performance that mouth of his would give with the carrots. She couldn’t wait. She’d never seen a guy make love to every piece of food that went through those unbelievably sexy lips.

Digging his fork into the mashed potatoes, Dean looked back up at her, wondering if there was something more?

She flushed slightly. “Call if you need anything. You too,” she added, dropping a sandwich belatedly in front of the tall brother, and then backing away so she wouldn’t miss a moment of the show.

From behind the counter, she watched him stir his fork around inside the potatoes. He lifted it twice, but then he’d talk and the fork would drop down and he’d move it ever so slowly again. Tease She wanted him to bring it to his mouth... to lick every part of the fork clean. Damn the brother, if he weren’t around, there’d be no talking...

There, he lifted the fork and opened that mouth. He might have shoveled the food in, but oh my God... his lips closed tightly around the fork and it looked like he was sucking as he pulled it away, scraped clean. His eyes closed and he tipped his head back. She could almost hear his “Mmmm, so good.”

Again. She wanted him to eat again. And he did.

“Do you really need to stuff your mouth?” Sam asked tightly, as Dean pushed a too big piece of steak around his mouth as he tried to talk.

“Jealous,” Dean spoke around the food, nodding at Sam’s poor sandwich. “Mmm, did I mention how good it is?”

Scarlet’s heart missed a beat when Dean licked some gravy off of his index finger. He wasn’t done... hell, he was licking his thumb now, and all she could think about was how much she wanted to be tthat thumb. Leaning forward on the counter, she watched and tried to remember to keep breathing.

Dean looked over and waved at the curly haired waitress. “She’s hot.” He took a carrot and dipped it into the mashed potatoes and gravy.

“Hot for you.” Sam rolled his eyes.

She almost died, watching him push the carrot in while their eyes were locked hard. Unconsciously, she moved her hand through her hair. Good God, he brought the carrot out and double dipped. Was anyone else seeing this? Was anyone else feeling the heat?

“Whatever. She’s hot, brings me hot food... and doesn’t fall for your puppy dog eyes.” He was about to grab his glass of water, when the waitress was at his side and putting a long necked beer bottle right in his hand.

“On the house,” she whispered in a husky voice, then went back to take up her position at the counter.

Sam shook his head. “You don’t think there’s anything weird here?”

“Weird? Like what? She’s trying to kill me with kindness, ha ha ha,” Dean lifted the bottle, took a few long hard pulls, and put it down.

Scarlet licked her lips and gripped the edge of the counter when he made a face, pulling his lips to the side so his brilliant white teeth showed. Bet he was saying Ahhh. God... she’d spend every penny of her salary to keep him fed and drinking.... just to watch him.

“Weird like look at your plate and mine. Look at your drinks and mine.”

“Just like I thought... jealous.” Dean dropped the last carrot back in his plate and wiped his mouth. And right on time, Scarlet was walking toward them with a plate. “You got any pie?”

“I’ve got anything you want. Here, have this e-éclair until the pie cools. It’ll be nice and fresh,” she promised.

“Sammy, wanna bite?” Ignoring the resigned look on his brother’s face, Dean took a big bite of the pastry shaped like a hot dog bun. When the creamy custard shot out over his tongue, he made an ecstatic sound.

He was tongue fucking the éclair... oh God, he was. Scarlet just knew he was, from the way his throat moved, and the fact that he hadn’t pulled the pastry away. He was using his tongue to scrape out every bit of custard. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he know how much she wanted him... what she would give to trade places with that damned éclair?

“Inside’s good.” Dean put it down. “You sure you don’t want to try it?”

“After you just licked the hell out of it?”

“Hey I don’t have any STDs.” Cocking his head, Dean added. “That I know of.”

“Exactly. That you know of.”

Scarlet brought a steaming slice of pie to Dean. A nice big scoop of vanilla ice cream sat next to it, and she was carrying a can of whipped cream.

“Oh yeah!” He couldn’t have grinned any wider. “Love whipped cream.”

“Around these parts, we spray a bit in our mouths and then follow with the pie.”

“Bullshit.” The word slipped from Sam who was glaring at the pair.

Dean merely opened his mouth. “Can’t accuse this mouth of every saying no.”

“Get a room.”

Get lost. But Scarlet didn’t say a word as she brought the spray tip to Dean’s mouth and sprayed. Her finger accidentally touched his lips, each time sending a jolt of heat through her system. It was only when he caught her hand that she realized she’d filled his mouth completely.

“Oops,” she gave him a charming smile and sprayed some more cream over his ice cream, the walked away to watch him.

He struggled with the cream, some of it spilling outside his mouth. His thumb repeatedly wiped over his lower and upper lips, as he swallowed, and licked the inside of his mouth clean. But he wasn’t complaining, and all Scarlet knew was that every motion of that mouth sent strange and wonderful sensations rocking through her system.

The pie filling, sweet and sticky... made it inside his mouth, but the crumbling crust... that was a different story. He caught some of it falling off his lip, and then pushed it back inside his mouth. That’s it... lick your fingers again, she half prayed, holding her breath and knowing he would. And when he did, it got her even more hot and bothered... so much so that she hardly heard her boss yelling that her break was over.

When the boys started showing signs of preparing to leave, she took a cup of coffee to Dean. “For the road,” she said, her voice husky.

“What about me?” Sam asked, and made another face when she handed him the bill. Shaking his head, he walked to the cashier to take care of it.

“Do I have any cream on my face, Scarlet,” Dean asked, a bit self conscious because of the way she was looking at him.

“I’ll get it,” she said, wrapping a napkin around her finger, and then rubbing one corner of his mouth with it.

He laughed. Shook his head, started to walk away, turned and laughed again. “Next time I’m in town--- hey!” Sonovabitch, Sam was dragging his ass out by his jacked. Digging his heels in, he turned again. “Scarlet, right? Next time,” he said.

His voice, smooth as good whiskey, held all the promise Scarlet needed. It was just the thing to keep her warm at nights... that and her imagination.

(A/N: Please let me know what you think)