my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in het_challenge, @ 2008-08-01 21:26:00 |
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Title: At the Drive-In
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: John Winchester/Mary Winchester
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Claim: Supernatural, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, 08. Young love, 61. Passion beyond Control
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
They were at the drive in, but they hadn’t seen much of the movie. They were too busy whispering in each other’s ear and gazing into each other’s eyes. They were trying to soak in all the details they could of each other, to be able to call them to mind when they were apart.
“Mary,” John’s deep voice made Mary’s heart flutter. “I was just thinking . . . “ He started to unbutton the front of her sundress. “I just want to see more of you to feel and kiss.”
“We need to move to the back for that,” Mary replied. “Do you have a blanket?”
“I brought two of them just in case you like one better than the other.”
Mary smiled and gave John a quick kiss. “I’ll see you back there.”
The Impala’s doors weren’t as squeaky back then. John had just bought it and it was his baby. Well, it came in second, behind Mary who was his girl.
“You coming?" Mary asked from the backseat.
"Yeah. Are there two blankets there or do I need to check the trunk?"
"They're here," she said sweetly.
"That's all I needed to hear." John climbed into the backseat.
The blankets were set off to the sides. They were kissing, deeply, breathing the same air, clinging to each other like they were drowning in the pool of teenage love.
"Mary," John's voice was gruff and his stubble scratchy as he leaned close and whispered in her ear, "May I?" He was fiddling with the buttons on her dress.
She blushed lightly and whispered back, "Only under the blanket."
John moved one blanket for her to use for a pillow and laid the other one across her waist-level and up. He was balancing on his side against the back of the backseat as he unbuttoned tiny, flower-shaped buttons. Mary's breathing was had quickened. John's fingers stopped and his hand moved up to cradle Mary's cheek. "Are you okay, Mary?"
"Just nervous," she tried to give him a little smile.
"I'm not trying to push you into anything. I'm fine with what we were doing before."
Mary's face screwed up as she tried to think of the words to explain what she was feeling.
"You can tell me, Mary."
In the dim light from the screen and lights of the drive in, Mary couldn't see John's eyes but she could feel the sincerity in them. "What if they're not what you expect them to be?"
"What should I expect them to be?" John asked in return. "I expect them to be different than mine. That's about it. I'm new at this, too."
Mary visibly relaxed and her arms fell to her sides instead of clutching the blanket.
"That's my Mary," John's mouth descended on hers with his hands were kept busy with the buttons the kisses only stopped when he had to pull back and look at her bra to see how the closure worked. He got it open and gazed upon the breasts that were Mary's. "They're perfect," he said as he placed one hand on the side and got the feel for how much they weighed. Mary let out a breath that she'd been holding, relieved that John hadn't found her lacking. "Does this feel good?" John asked as he slowly rubbed them.
"Just don't get too rough," Mary told him. "Sometimes they're more sensitive than others."
"Why would that be?" John asked. When Mary didn't answer right away, he looked up and saw her flaming red face. Then, he understood her answer. "Got it," he replied.
He moved a thumb over a nipple and she shivered. "Was that good?" She nodded. "You need to tell me what's good, sweetheart. Otherwise we'll keep stumbling through this blind."
Mary made small noise as John rubbed the nub between his fingers. When he gently flicked it or squeezed it, he got a whimper. When he lowered his mouth to her breast and did anything with his lips or tongue, Mary moaned and squirmed. "Are you trying to get away from me?" he joked.
"I just--" Mary blushed.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "That's what you're supposed to do Mary. If your body says move, go with it. Making love is something we both do, It's not one person being stock still while the other does whatever."
"Don't stop," Mary said breathlessly. If John wouldn't have had his face so close, he wouldn't have heard her.