Fic: Slap and Tickle
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tanaquiljallTitle: Slap And Tickle
Author: TanaquiSGA
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Warnings: PWP
Spoilers: None
Word count: 1890
Summary: Dean has a weakness....
Betas:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scribblesinink and elena_tiriel
Author’s Notes: This is allscribblesinink’s fault for making a chance remark that got me wondering how Dean would react if you tickled him.
Also, two warnings for readers of my smut in other fandoms: this is pure PWP – absolutely minimum set up and no greater point; and it feels to me like it’s a lot less subtle than my usual smut because, well, Dean is a lot less subtle than either Faramir or John Sheppard. But it was a very interesting exercise in writing character-appropriate smut.
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Dean tried to ignore the sound of the shower running in the bathroom as he flicked through the TV channels, checking breaking news reports. The mess at the botanical gardens was all over the morning shows, but the police seemed baffled. Certainly weren’t putting out an APB for him or Sam or....
"Hey. Did we make the news?"
Dean glanced up, realising the water had shut off a few minutes before, and almost choked. Sure, the towel covered all the important bits, but what he could see hinted at what was hidden. Stark naked might almost have been better. OK, maybe not.
He cleared his throat and turned back to the TV. "Nope. Looks like we’re OK for now."
"Good." The mattress dipped as Mel sat down next to him. "Where’s Sam?"
"Went to find an internet cafe. Since...." Dean shot a wry look at the mud-spattered laptop abandoned on the table in front of the window.
"Er, yeah, sorry about that." The mattress moved again as Mel shifted. "Maybe it’ll work OK when it dries out?"
"Maybe." Sam had stalked off in disgust after nearly electrocuting himself when he tried to start it up.
Dean could smell the motel shower gel or shampoo she’d used, and underneath that.... He zapped to another channel and tried to focus on what the bubble-headed blonde anchorwoman was saying.
"Well, I certainly feel better for having cleaned up." He sensed her stretch her arms up over her head. "Hmm.... You caught a a splash or two yourself."
Her hand sliding up his side, from hip to under his arm, rucking his T-shirt made him jump. He let out a very undignified gasp.
"Ticklish?" She moved closer, her breath on his neck, and this time deliberately ran her fingers lightly up him.
He snorted as a shiver ran over him. Abruptly, he stood. "No." He wasn’t sure if he was denying that he was or telling her to stop.
"You are! Big, tough Dean Winchester!" Laughing, she lunged at him, her hands on him again, tickling, teasing, so that he could barely stand, let alone speak.
"Hey, quit that!" he snarled, turning around and catching her wrists. She met his scowl with a bold, unrepentant look and he felt a moment of alarm. No one, but no one, would ever see Dean Winchester vulnerable, even over something as dumb as being ticklish.
Wrapping one hand round both her slender wrists, he jerked her a little closer. "See how you like it," he growled, the curled fingertips of his other hand reaching under her arm. His fingers met soft skin and rough towel – and then the towel was slipping and his hand was cupping her small, firm bare breast, the nipple hardening under his thumb. And all the blood was rushing from his brain to somewhere else entirely.
Letting go of her wrists, he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her towards him, his mouth descending on hers, devouring her, while she opened up to welcome him in. His other hand tightened a little on her breast, revelling at the firm swell of flesh under his fingers, and her hands were on his butt, pulling him tight against her as they crashed backwards onto the bed.
Now, his weight bearing down on her held them close, but still not close enough. Too much between them. Sliding his hand up her shoulder, he pushed the curling tendrils of her damp hair out of the way and cradled the nape of her neck. Lifting her slightly, he drew the towel away from her, allowing his hand to explore her other breast and discover it felt just as good.
She squirmed underneath him, pressing her hips towards him. Her hands moved from squeezing his ass to sliding up under his T-shirt, her fingernails gently raking his skin. He pulled his mouth away from hers to allow a groan to escape, before dipping his head down again to capture her mouth, electricity charging through them as their tongues collided. Like Sammy’s laptop, Dean thought, his thoughts tumbling over each other in a flash of images, wondering if he’d end up just as wrecked once Mel finished with him. Then he stopped thinking at all as she slid her hands down and inside the waistband of his jeans. Jeez, seemed like she wanted him as much and as quickly as he wanted her.
He drew back, gasping "Hold on!" and rolled off her so he could drag his boots off his feet. He started tearing at the laces but it was taking too long. He gave up and forced them off still knotted. As his socks followed, he glanced across at Mel. She lifted her arms to draw him back down to her, an impatient grin on her face. Finally taking a proper look at what had been hidden by the towel, he saw she still had a hot body, even though he knew she had a few years on him. His hands fumbled with the fastenings on his jeans as he swept his gaze over her firm breasts and the gentle curve of her stomach dipping down to the darkness between plump thighs where he ached to be. Forcing himself to concentrate, he managed to get his fly open at last, shove his jeans down and kick out of them.
As he freed his feet, Mel’s hands slid up his back under his T-shirt, tugging it up. He turned back to face her while she helped him drag it over his head. She was kneeling on the edge of the bed and he pulled her against him again, his mouth and hands greedy for her. The feel of her skin pressed against his bare chest, her tongue teasing and tangling with his, her hands slipping down his back and inside his boxers and over his naked butt all made him dizzy. While he went on kissing her hard, he drew his own hands down from her shoulders and along her arms until he could join her in easing his shorts down until they fell around his feet and there was finally nothing between him and her.
Now it was his turn to slide his hands over her curves and pull her hips against his. Twisting, he stretched them out on the bed, side by side. Their mouths broke apart and he let his lips discover her cheek, the soft skin under her ear, her neck, her shoulder, even as her mouth was tasting him. She wrapped a leg around him, thrusting herself against him and making him groan once more as his flesh pressed against her heat. With a growl of impatience, he rolled her over on her back and found himself between her wide-spread legs. He slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh as his mouth once more settled on hers. He gently drew his fingers over her and now it was her turn to gasp as he discovered she was ready – more than ready! – for him. Her hand joined his, moved their hands together to grasp him, guide him, and....
"Wait!" His voice was rough as he drew back, barely able to force the words out. "We should... I’ve got...."
She nodded her understanding. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes wide, and her tongue flickering across her lips. He leaned back down for another fierce brief kiss before he reluctantly pulled away from her and fished for his wallet and his stash of condoms. Ripping open the packet and quickly rolling the rubber over himself, he turned back and poised himself over her. Again her hands joined his as she helped guide him into her and then finally, finally, he was inside her, her heat surrounding him, cradling him. She let out a moan of pleasure – least, he hoped it was pleasure – and wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips so he could slide even deeper into her. He groaned again as he sank into her. They were still for a moment, both savouring the feeling of him filling her, and then he began to move.
She caught his rhythm and moved with him, drawing out each long stroke, her hands cupping his ass, encouraging him to thrust back into her. She slid her legs higher as they moved together, and this time as he sank into her she shuddered and let out a low cry that sent a shiver through him and made his own tightness, hardness, need increase. Again they moved and again she moaned out and thrust harder against him, and his own frenzy grew, and he quickened his pace until what was almost a howl burst from her and he felt the waves of her release around him. And then he too lost all reason, bright light bursting behind his eyes and his own cry torn harshly from his throat as he finally let go.
When he came back to the here and now, he found Mel was grinning up at him. "Hey." She cupped his face in her hands and drew him down for a quick kiss. "That was fun."
"Yeah." Dean rolled off her and got busy cleaning himself up. He didn’t know quite how to look at her. So much for trying to present a professional front when they were on a job.
Although screwing up at the botanical gardens last night might have already blown that.
But he didn’t want Mel to think he ran around pretending to be a hero just so he could get damsels in distress into bed. Hunting was a serious business.
He felt the mattress shift as she moved. Risking a glance, he saw she’d pulled the towel back round her. Which was a bit of a relief.
"You OK?" She rested her hand tentatively on his back.
"Yeah." Dropping the tissue-wrapped condom in the bin under the nightstand, he turned to face her and gave her a strained smile.
She ran her hand up his arm, her touch reminding him vividly of what they’d just shared. He shivered. Someone walkin’ over my grave....
"Hey, it doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know." She dipped her head and he thought she was blushing. "I guess I kinda needed that, especially after last night, but we’re both over age–" she paused and a wry smile twitched the corner of her mouth. "Leastways I hope you’re over age, despite that cute face. So... thank you."
"You’re welcome." Suddenly Dean was grinning at her. "Maybe I need to make sure you feel really OK?" Sliding down the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.
"I think that would be a good idea." Her tone was serious but her eyes were dancing. She slid her hand up his hip as he moved in to kiss her, but they both froze at the sounds of a key in the lock.
"Hey, Dean, I... whoops." Sam stood outlined in the doorway, backlit by the cold morning. "Uh, I’ll, uh...."
As he backed out again, Dean could feel Mel shaking against him, trying not to giggle.
Sam’s gonna kill me later for messing with the clients, he thought happily as he reapplied himself to the task in hand.
Author: TanaquiSGA
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Warnings: PWP
Spoilers: None
Word count: 1890
Summary: Dean has a weakness....
Betas:
scribblesinink and elena_tirielAuthor’s Notes: This is all
scribblesinink’s fault for making a chance remark that got me wondering how Dean would react if you tickled him.Also, two warnings for readers of my smut in other fandoms: this is pure PWP – absolutely minimum set up and no greater point; and it feels to me like it’s a lot less subtle than my usual smut because, well, Dean is a lot less subtle than either Faramir or John Sheppard. But it was a very interesting exercise in writing character-appropriate smut.
Dean tried to ignore the sound of the shower running in the bathroom as he flicked through the TV channels, checking breaking news reports. The mess at the botanical gardens was all over the morning shows, but the police seemed baffled. Certainly weren’t putting out an APB for him or Sam or....
"Hey. Did we make the news?"
Dean glanced up, realising the water had shut off a few minutes before, and almost choked. Sure, the towel covered all the important bits, but what he could see hinted at what was hidden. Stark naked might almost have been better. OK, maybe not.
He cleared his throat and turned back to the TV. "Nope. Looks like we’re OK for now."
"Good." The mattress dipped as Mel sat down next to him. "Where’s Sam?"
"Went to find an internet cafe. Since...." Dean shot a wry look at the mud-spattered laptop abandoned on the table in front of the window.
"Er, yeah, sorry about that." The mattress moved again as Mel shifted. "Maybe it’ll work OK when it dries out?"
"Maybe." Sam had stalked off in disgust after nearly electrocuting himself when he tried to start it up.
Dean could smell the motel shower gel or shampoo she’d used, and underneath that.... He zapped to another channel and tried to focus on what the bubble-headed blonde anchorwoman was saying.
"Well, I certainly feel better for having cleaned up." He sensed her stretch her arms up over her head. "Hmm.... You caught a a splash or two yourself."
Her hand sliding up his side, from hip to under his arm, rucking his T-shirt made him jump. He let out a very undignified gasp.
"Ticklish?" She moved closer, her breath on his neck, and this time deliberately ran her fingers lightly up him.
He snorted as a shiver ran over him. Abruptly, he stood. "No." He wasn’t sure if he was denying that he was or telling her to stop.
"You are! Big, tough Dean Winchester!" Laughing, she lunged at him, her hands on him again, tickling, teasing, so that he could barely stand, let alone speak.
"Hey, quit that!" he snarled, turning around and catching her wrists. She met his scowl with a bold, unrepentant look and he felt a moment of alarm. No one, but no one, would ever see Dean Winchester vulnerable, even over something as dumb as being ticklish.
Wrapping one hand round both her slender wrists, he jerked her a little closer. "See how you like it," he growled, the curled fingertips of his other hand reaching under her arm. His fingers met soft skin and rough towel – and then the towel was slipping and his hand was cupping her small, firm bare breast, the nipple hardening under his thumb. And all the blood was rushing from his brain to somewhere else entirely.
Letting go of her wrists, he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her towards him, his mouth descending on hers, devouring her, while she opened up to welcome him in. His other hand tightened a little on her breast, revelling at the firm swell of flesh under his fingers, and her hands were on his butt, pulling him tight against her as they crashed backwards onto the bed.
Now, his weight bearing down on her held them close, but still not close enough. Too much between them. Sliding his hand up her shoulder, he pushed the curling tendrils of her damp hair out of the way and cradled the nape of her neck. Lifting her slightly, he drew the towel away from her, allowing his hand to explore her other breast and discover it felt just as good.
She squirmed underneath him, pressing her hips towards him. Her hands moved from squeezing his ass to sliding up under his T-shirt, her fingernails gently raking his skin. He pulled his mouth away from hers to allow a groan to escape, before dipping his head down again to capture her mouth, electricity charging through them as their tongues collided. Like Sammy’s laptop, Dean thought, his thoughts tumbling over each other in a flash of images, wondering if he’d end up just as wrecked once Mel finished with him. Then he stopped thinking at all as she slid her hands down and inside the waistband of his jeans. Jeez, seemed like she wanted him as much and as quickly as he wanted her.
He drew back, gasping "Hold on!" and rolled off her so he could drag his boots off his feet. He started tearing at the laces but it was taking too long. He gave up and forced them off still knotted. As his socks followed, he glanced across at Mel. She lifted her arms to draw him back down to her, an impatient grin on her face. Finally taking a proper look at what had been hidden by the towel, he saw she still had a hot body, even though he knew she had a few years on him. His hands fumbled with the fastenings on his jeans as he swept his gaze over her firm breasts and the gentle curve of her stomach dipping down to the darkness between plump thighs where he ached to be. Forcing himself to concentrate, he managed to get his fly open at last, shove his jeans down and kick out of them.
As he freed his feet, Mel’s hands slid up his back under his T-shirt, tugging it up. He turned back to face her while she helped him drag it over his head. She was kneeling on the edge of the bed and he pulled her against him again, his mouth and hands greedy for her. The feel of her skin pressed against his bare chest, her tongue teasing and tangling with his, her hands slipping down his back and inside his boxers and over his naked butt all made him dizzy. While he went on kissing her hard, he drew his own hands down from her shoulders and along her arms until he could join her in easing his shorts down until they fell around his feet and there was finally nothing between him and her.
Now it was his turn to slide his hands over her curves and pull her hips against his. Twisting, he stretched them out on the bed, side by side. Their mouths broke apart and he let his lips discover her cheek, the soft skin under her ear, her neck, her shoulder, even as her mouth was tasting him. She wrapped a leg around him, thrusting herself against him and making him groan once more as his flesh pressed against her heat. With a growl of impatience, he rolled her over on her back and found himself between her wide-spread legs. He slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh as his mouth once more settled on hers. He gently drew his fingers over her and now it was her turn to gasp as he discovered she was ready – more than ready! – for him. Her hand joined his, moved their hands together to grasp him, guide him, and....
"Wait!" His voice was rough as he drew back, barely able to force the words out. "We should... I’ve got...."
She nodded her understanding. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes wide, and her tongue flickering across her lips. He leaned back down for another fierce brief kiss before he reluctantly pulled away from her and fished for his wallet and his stash of condoms. Ripping open the packet and quickly rolling the rubber over himself, he turned back and poised himself over her. Again her hands joined his as she helped guide him into her and then finally, finally, he was inside her, her heat surrounding him, cradling him. She let out a moan of pleasure – least, he hoped it was pleasure – and wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips so he could slide even deeper into her. He groaned again as he sank into her. They were still for a moment, both savouring the feeling of him filling her, and then he began to move.
She caught his rhythm and moved with him, drawing out each long stroke, her hands cupping his ass, encouraging him to thrust back into her. She slid her legs higher as they moved together, and this time as he sank into her she shuddered and let out a low cry that sent a shiver through him and made his own tightness, hardness, need increase. Again they moved and again she moaned out and thrust harder against him, and his own frenzy grew, and he quickened his pace until what was almost a howl burst from her and he felt the waves of her release around him. And then he too lost all reason, bright light bursting behind his eyes and his own cry torn harshly from his throat as he finally let go.
When he came back to the here and now, he found Mel was grinning up at him. "Hey." She cupped his face in her hands and drew him down for a quick kiss. "That was fun."
"Yeah." Dean rolled off her and got busy cleaning himself up. He didn’t know quite how to look at her. So much for trying to present a professional front when they were on a job.
Although screwing up at the botanical gardens last night might have already blown that.
But he didn’t want Mel to think he ran around pretending to be a hero just so he could get damsels in distress into bed. Hunting was a serious business.
He felt the mattress shift as she moved. Risking a glance, he saw she’d pulled the towel back round her. Which was a bit of a relief.
"You OK?" She rested her hand tentatively on his back.
"Yeah." Dropping the tissue-wrapped condom in the bin under the nightstand, he turned to face her and gave her a strained smile.
She ran her hand up his arm, her touch reminding him vividly of what they’d just shared. He shivered. Someone walkin’ over my grave....
"Hey, it doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know." She dipped her head and he thought she was blushing. "I guess I kinda needed that, especially after last night, but we’re both over age–" she paused and a wry smile twitched the corner of her mouth. "Leastways I hope you’re over age, despite that cute face. So... thank you."
"You’re welcome." Suddenly Dean was grinning at her. "Maybe I need to make sure you feel really OK?" Sliding down the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.
"I think that would be a good idea." Her tone was serious but her eyes were dancing. She slid her hand up his hip as he moved in to kiss her, but they both froze at the sounds of a key in the lock.
"Hey, Dean, I... whoops." Sam stood outlined in the doorway, backlit by the cold morning. "Uh, I’ll, uh...."
As he backed out again, Dean could feel Mel shaking against him, trying not to giggle.
Sam’s gonna kill me later for messing with the clients, he thought happily as he reapplied himself to the task in hand.
