ben winchester ❤'s his car. and his wife! (inhisfootsteps) wrote in fissuresrpg, @ 2011-02-07 17:03:00 |
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It retrospect, it all seemed pretty damn obvious to Ben. He might not want to admit it, but he knew she’d never said anything outright about being with his other self, just like he’d never said anything outright about it. There’d been a lot of suspicious ink mistakes all over, true, but at the time he hadn’t made the connection. No, he’d been certain that she’d gone right back to his other self, even though he’d not been able to go back to her other self. Apparently she’d been just as sure, and just as mistaken, about him. Now he just wanted to kick himself, a lot. He’d spent most of his time here quietly grieving for everything he’d lost in being dragged here, maybe permanently if this place stuck to him the way it had stuck to others, and it turned out one of those things on his list hadn’t even been accurate. It didn’t magically make things better, because like it or not, Ben had that streak of familial codependency running through his genetic code, but things didn’t look so bleak either now. No, right now, they looked pretty damn good. Breaking every figurative speed limit there was - Ben considered them figurative because the streets were all from different places, times and worlds - he made his way out of not-Los Angeles in record time, the Impala eating up the road between the outskirts of the city and the castle situated in a stretch of forest outside it. He’d spent a lot of time avoiding it in the weeks-to-months since his arrival, not in the literal sense because he still came around pretty often to see Allana or drag her off to hang out with him, but a more symbolic sense. It represented another step of giving up to him, of admitting that he needed something more permanent than his car and a string of motels and hotels, and he hadn’t been ready for that, because he’d wanted to go right back home. Now it didn’t seem so intimidating, even if it was still as symbolic. Pulling to a stop outside, close enough to be seen from the front entrance but still far enough back to not be visible to every window on the front of the place, he got out of the car and slammed the door with a grin on his face where it had been so rare recently. Let Jacen Solo get up in his grill. Ben was feeling pretty on top of the world right now and he hadn’t even gotten close to the redhead his thoughts were all wrapped up in now. Allana was kicking herself. Seriously and epically kicking herself. How wrong had she been?! Assuming that Ben had gone straight home and kissed his Allana. Or rather that Allana since it turned out she wasn’t ‘his’ after all. Sure, Ben was his father’s son in so many ways, and yes, he was at times a terrible flirt just like Dean. But Dean was also loyal to the woman he did love. Faithful to her alone, even with a younger and blonder version sometimes around. Allana felt unbelievably stupid for not realizing Ben would be exactly the same. But anyone looking at her wouldn’t have guessed her stupid feelings. Not with the massive grin on her face as she all but raced through Castle Slayer, all the while taking care to avoid bumping into anyone, including and especially her father. She loved her dad, of course, but right then seeing him was the last thing she wanted. Later on she would have to figure out ways to keep Ben from being a casualty of the Jacen Solo temper, but before then she wanted that kriffing kiss! Afterall, they had been dancing around the concept long enough, Allana felt she deserved it before facing the wrath of her father. The instant she sensed the car pulling up outside, she slipped out of the door, closing it as quietly as she could behind her. Luckily for her it was bigger than even the Hyperion, far easier to avoid anyone with the fewer people living there than had been in the Los Angeles hotel. Privacy had at times been hard to come by in LA, not so much here. One advantage to this place. It didn’t take her long to see Ben, with that grin on his face, the one that made the butterflies in her stomach flutter that little bit harder. Ever since her teens, she’d been unable to ever resist that smile. "Hey you,” her own grin was almost bashful as she wandered over to him, a feigned and playful casualness to her stride. At least until she reached him and her grin became her own version of the Solo Smirk as she reached up and grabbed the front of his t-shirt. “Took you long enough.” Pulling him down, she stood up on tiptoes herself so she could finally have the kiss she’d been dreaming about for years, in even more vivid technicolor ever since their blast to the past, her other hand sneaking up to curl around the back of his neck as she pressed herself up against him. Unlike their first ‘real’ kiss back in the past in Los Angeles, Ben didn’t have an internal battle raging about whether to do or not to do, logic fighting against baser desires. That meant that, this time, he didn’t waste any time, wrapping both arms around her immediately to haul her just off her feet, twisting to lean back against the car just to have gravity work a little of its magic and feel her against him just that much better. It was difficult, right now, to remember just how long it had been since the last time he had held her in a way that wasn’t ‘just friends’, the last time his lips had been on hers like this, the last time he’d wanted something with her as much as he wanted this kiss. He didn’t know if it was just the length of time responsible or because they were both slightly different than they were when they were last like this due to being returned to their times and then showing up here, but whatever the reason, this felt new all over again. Each brush of lips, each teasing meeting of tongue, each soft inhalation or exhalation, each second of knowing the unique, sweet taste of her felt like it was the first time he’d done it, only this time, there was confidence and joy behind it, not exhaustion and grief. Had that first kiss, had those other kisses, been as good as this? No. No, this one was definitely a hell of a lot better. He eventually set her on her feet again, sliding his backside down the car a few inches so that when he dropped her back to the ground, it was inside the sprawl of his legs on either side of her. He did it, not to stop kissing her, but to be able to more freely touch her, so his lips remained on hers, teasing and greedy all at once, coaxing her to open to him more, to give him more. His grip shifted, one hand moving up while he tightened the other arm around her tighter still, wanting her close and needing the instinctive reassurance that she was here in his arms, not about to melt away. When his right hand came to rest pressed along her jaw and neck, the skin against his palm, fingers and thumb was that familiar soft contrast to his own, smooth and silky on her part, while the skin of his hand was moderately rough from a life that wasn’t all labor, but was still more than the average man. The feel and heat of her body through her clothes, felt all along his left arm and down the front of his body, was soft and fiery, and while he was focused on this kiss, his hands were already itching to explore. Until that moment, Allana would always have said that her other first kiss with Ben was the best she’d ever had. Even with the tears and the fear for their families they were both going through at the time, as well as the inevitable knowledge that they were both going home eventually, the fact that she had been kissing Ben, the subject of her years long crush, had outweighed all of that. This blew the memory of that completely away. This kiss was more vivid, more intense and more real than anything that had happened before. Leaning against Ben, Allana could feel the strength of his body against hers, the heat from his skin even through the layers of clothes. The taste of his lips was better than anything she had felt before and she was pretty sure he was able to feel the speed of her heart thumping in her chest. Or was she feeling his? She couldn’t even tell anymore. It was as though the rest of the world had entirely vanished, bringing it down to just the two of them, best friends from different world finally together the way they were meant to be. She relished in the feel of his arms around her, her own wrapped around him as well to hold him as close as she could. She felt simply safe with him, like the Powers or the Partners or whoever else was behind this place could throw anything at them and they’d be alright as long as they were together. Allana’s breath hitched slightly at the feel of his hand against her skin. So many times she’d felt that faint roughness, holding hands with the boy as he grew into a man and they played together, ran from bad guys together, sparred and playfought and hugged. And yet right then it felt like the very first touch, a brand new caress that was so different to what they’d ever done. She felt as though she never wanted to stop kissing him, never wanted this moment to actually end. They’d waited too long for it to finally happen. The itch to explore was practically a physical one across his palms, demanding and relentless, but Ben forced himself to keep his hands in one place, and definitely away from the hem of her shirt. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to, because he did, so damn much. It would be impossible to deny the proof of that. The thing was, she was worth more than he’d given to women in the past, a short commitment full of hope-tos that never came to fruition and rock-your-world intimacy that didn’t change his bedmate wasn’t the right one. ‘The right one’. It was a romantic notion if there ever was one, and maybe it was one someone would say he shouldn’t buy into because he knew that infinite worlds meant people could fall for more than one person, but it wasn’t like he was latching on to ‘The One’ as an idea. No, his ‘the right one’ was a type based on an ideal that had been around him most of his life, strong women who could both kick ass and nurture, who fought tooth and nail for what they believed in and who they loved, who held the people around them together come hell or high water. His Grandma. Claire, the woman he called ‘Mom’. Aunt Faith. His mom, even when LA had freaked her out. Cathy. Them and so many more, all representing a standard that no one seemed to live up to. No one except Allana. And now, instead of continuing with years of flirting that hadn’t gone anywhere, she was here, in his arm. He finally broke off the kiss when the choice was between that or passing out from limited oxygen, but it wasn’t for him, it was to make sure she was getting enough air. Panting a bit, he pressed his forehead to hers and wrapped both arms around her again. “You wanna get out of here?” he asked. He’d accept anywhere as an answer, as long as it put some distance between them and one Jacen Solo so he could keep doing this without feeling a lightsaber burning the fine hairs of the back of his neck right before his head was permanently removed from his shoulders. It was difficult for Allana to be restrained and not let her hands wander freely as she might have done under other circumstances. She wanted to, oh so much, and yet at the same time wanted to make everything last as long as possible. As cheesy as it sounded, even in her own head, she wanted things to be special with them. Not like the boys she’d dated in the past who had been boring at best. And in so many ways substitutes for the one she really wanted. Maybe it was a cliche, falling for her best friend, the boy with the Winchester good looks and playful, slightly bad boy charm. But Ben was the one she’d always had feelings for, always adored and always been attracted to. More than one guy she’d tried to date in the past had broken it off because they had felt unable to compete with Ben Winchester. And yet she’d never been heartbroken, knowing full well that if it came to a choice, she would choose Ben every single time. And now she was actually kissing him and it was perfect It wasn’t until Ben broke the kiss that she realized quite how lightheaded she was starting to become and she half laughed and half panted for air as she wrapped her arms around him, determined not to let go any time soon. “I really do,” she nodded with a grin. “Anywhere.” As long as it was with him and out of sight of her Dad. She loved her father, she really did, but the overprotectiveness was neither wanted nor needed right then and she didn’t want to ruin this moment with having to talk her Dad down from a rage. Not when she was grinning far too much for serious talks. “Anywhere it is,” Ben said, dipping his head briefly to kiss her chin before he started to scoot toward the driver’s side door, her still firmly in his grasp. Like hell was he letting go of her until it was necessary, and he was pretty sure she felt the same. The car, even in its age, was smooth enough he could have slid along it the entire way, but he was still his father’s son and that included not scratching up the paint job with his jeans, so it was less a contact slide than it might have been if it was just some car. “We have a problem,” he announced as they reached a point just beyond the driver’s side door so he could open it. “Well, not really a problem, because problem makes it sound like it sucks and this? This does not suck. Totally not of the suck.” He canted his head, pretending to think. “I could probably drive with you in my lap, but we wouldn’t end up getting very far,” he said, moving his eyebrows somewhat suggestively as he straightened his head again. It was playful, flirtacious, just as it had always been, but now there was a new element to it, the element that bowled him over a bit with the realization that all his teasing and innuendo could, or would, be a reality at some point. Yeah. The very obvious effect that had on his body made it important that this whole her-in-his-lap thing didn’t happen right now, driving or not. Allana had to smirk at the careful way he was with his car. It was an endearing side to him, the love he had for that Impala. Dean was exactly the same, and it reminded her of how her grandfather was with the Falcon. Even if she was a hunk of junk, Han loved his ship. And even if the Impala was an old car, without the comforts of modern technology, the Winchesters loved her. And Allana kinda loved that about them. Besides, in her experience, you could tell a lot about how a man would treat his woman by how he treated his car! “A problem huh?” Her smirk still played over her lips as she listened to him lay out the exact issue facing them. Her heart started beating faster as her eyes lit up. They had always flirted, even when they had been children and Ben had greeted her with a cheerful ‘hey babe’, there had been an innocent sort of flirtation there. As they had grown into teenage years and young adulthood, the playful banter had always remained, but now it held an extra promise to it, one which threatened to turn Allana’s knees to jelly. “Well maybe I should sit as far away from you as possible in the car," she suggested, with an attempt at a serious expression on her face, even if the mirth in her eyes gave her away. “In the interests of motoring safety of course.” Then again, crashing the car due to them kissing while driving would be the fastest way to get both Jacen Solo and Dean Winchester after both of them. “Or do you have a better suggestion?” Allana arched her eyebrow playfully, even if she was only just about resisting the urge to just press up against him and kiss him again. God, she was such trouble. She always had been, but Ben now had a whole new appreciation for what that meant. It was just confined to being kidnapped and other hi-jinx anymore. Now it included what she did to his libido on a whole new level with just a comment and an arch of her brow. With a playful glare and an ‘oh, you’ll see’, he got her into the car, then hopped in himself. The engine roared to life and Ben took off, unashamedly making the departure noisy, the action partially celebratory and partially defiant. Not that he actually wanted to bring Jacen Solo down on his head right now, but a little showing off seemed in order. It was a big moment, this moment! Five minutes down the road, during which Ben remained silent, he pulled to an abrupt stop on the wide shoulder of the road, put the car in park and then reached over and unceremoniously drug Allana into his lap. “Let me introduce you to my better suggestion,” he said once she was fully in it, his smile smug. They had always been trouble, the pair of them. From when they were kids driving their parents crazy, to teenagers, well, driving them crazier. So many times had Jacen or Dean complained that the two of them were sending the fathers gray early. Now, Allana suspected, they would be getting into even more extreme levels of trouble. More fun types too. The playful glare made her giggle and the sound of the engine roaring made her actually laugh, with an added gasp and fondly exasperated look. When she got back, Force, she was going to have to deal with her father. Hopefully Aunt Sarah could help do some damage control! Allana glanced at Ben with a question in her eyes when he pulled over, a question that was at least partially answered by the way he pulled her into his lap. “Oh yeah?” She smirked at him, sliding her hands around to the back of his neck, toying slightly with the ends of his hair. “So show me all the benefits of this better suggestion. Persuade me.” She was so so tempted to kiss him again, but the smug smile of his made her determined to make him work for it. Even if she was reasonably sure she would be able to resist for mere seconds rather than minutes. Eyelids dropped halfway over Ben’s eyes for a moment when she played with his hair, heavy-lidded with pleasure, but even for that moment he didn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t even if he’d wanted to, because she was just too appealing, from sparkling eyes and faintly flushed cheeks to the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing. He certainly didn’t need a challenge, but her issuing it made him laugh, bright and amused. “That shouldn’t take long,” he teased, then proceeded to show her all the benefits of this particular better suggestion with teasingly excruciating slowness in every one of his kisses and controlled touches as his lips wandered down her neck and his fingers wandered up her sides. He could afford to take his time now, and in more than just the immediate sense. While his body was straining for her, they didn’t need to rush this. He’d never been a jerk to women about sex, but with Allana, he strove to avoid even the slightest hint of it. It was strange how everything took on a whole new meaning. Allana had sat on Ben’s lap before, had toyed with his hair, had had him tickling her sides. All playful and, well not entirely innocent but still not quite like this. Now there was this edge of new excitement with every gesture. Even the laugh from Ben. She had made him laugh hundreds of times over the years, but this sounded all shiny and new. “I think you’ll find me harder to impress than most,” she pretended to pout before the feel of his lips over her neck made her breath hitch and a faint whimper escape her. Okay, so maybe she could be impressed by him. Allana had always known Ben was talented and considerate, the number of girls who had still been his friends even after a break up was a testament to that. But actually getting to experience it for herself was intense. Allana was no innocent herself, despite what her father wanted to believe, but the feel of Ben’s hands on her body made all the old memories fade into insignificance. Her breathing deepened as she shifted in his lap and her own touch became firmer, still toying with his hair, sliding down his back as she pressed her body against his and she reached to playfully kiss his neck, trailing her lips down to his shoulder. With Allana so responsive, it quickly became increasingly more difficult to remember common sense things like ‘take this slowly’. Every little sound she made or encouraging movement was a new thrill for Ben, causing him to return to those spots or that certain angle of lips or the particular stroke of hand. When she caused him to respond the same way to her, with unintended groans and half-coherent whispers, it was just as thrilling. He’d never been with a girl that didn’t interest him, because he didn’t take sex just for the sake of it, but very few could put him off his stride. And only one had ever made him feel this out of control in a positive way. Her. He explored with kissed and touches, but no further than was possible by both the boundaries of clothing and that persistent need to do ‘better’ by her. It was tempting, so tempting, to do more, to slide off clothing in the way, to press skin against skin, to kiss places he certainly hadn’t seen on her, so eventually, though he wasn’t certain just where he found the willpower, he broke awake and leaned back hard against the seat. His body certainly protested the halt, and a good deal of mind and emotions did too, but that persistent voice couldn’t be silenced. “Okay,” he said, voice ragged and chest heaving with the effort, his hands still curled around her sides dangerously close to caressing her breasts. “We’re either going to need to think up some fun that doesn’t involve this, or I'm not going to be able to stop myself from dragging us both back there,” he finished with a head jerk in the direction of the backseat. It was candid, to be certain, but Ben wasn’t going to dance around things with her. He had all the time between now and his arrival months ago as a testament to how stupid it was to dance around the important things. Parts of Allana certainly protested when Ben sat back, her own breathing heavy as she tried to make her heart stop racing quite so much and let her think with her brain not her instincts. She leaned back slightly, trying to resist the temptation to arch her body back into his hands, wanting his hands to caress her more. Thinking first, then reacting. There was a balance. Not rushing, but not dancing around. Living for the now, but not speeding things too quickly. Right now, Allana was having problems working out just where the right place to be for them was. “Oh Force,” she laughed slightly, a blush tinging her cheeks. “Focus, control, meditation, other calm Jedi type things, yep, totally,” she nodded, as though just saying the concepts would make them suddenly happen. Not that that was likely, Ben had a habit of making her forget such calming ideas that Jedi were supposed to live by. Allana was not as sweet and innocent as her father wanted to believe, nor was she any sort of prude, but after everything that they had been through to get to this point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted a quickie in the backseat to be her first time with Ben. Even if the backseat of his beloved car was important to him and definitely somewhere she planned on being in the near future. Leaning forward with a smirk, she kissed his forehead firmly. “Either we find other fun, or you’re driving me to a motel or something because I at least want a bed.” He wasn’t the only one who could do candid. She was, after all, the daughter of Jacen and Tenel Ka, and could be just as blunt as either of them. Besides, Ben knew her well enough to call her on any dancing around the issue. A low laugh shook Ben’s chest at the mantra Allana was trying to embrace. Not for the first time Ben realized he would have made a really sucky Jedi. They wouldn’t even have gotten a full move out of his descent to the Darkside from being unable to control his emotions. It would have been one badass movie, mind you, but still only one. No epic sequels. But her answer really didn’t help the decision-making process. Words like ‘I’, ‘want’, ‘a’ and ‘bed’ were hazardous to his willpower, and he nearly said ‘hell yes’ to her right then and there. But, regrettably, the motel he was currently parked at - paid through the next week and thus rendering him low on cash or barter for a new, better place at the moment - was no multi-star accommodation, though it was clean. Not a place to deliberately take a woman like Allana to at all, not for something like this. He wasn’t turning into a low-budget rom com here or anything, he just knew that what was good enough for him to pass a night’s sleep in was not the same as something good enough to be with her in. Free locations were also out. She probably wouldn’t want the first time to be in the back of the car, either, even if it was comfortable. Hostels, especially decent ones, were full of nosy ass people. The castle was closer, since he hadn’t driven far, but. Well. Former Sith Lord with the ability to sense things about his daughter through the Force. Not exactly the situation to decide to get closer to the man in distance. “We head back to the castle, we’ll never make it to a room,” he said with a grumpy, resigned look. With a last brief kiss, he lifted her off his lap and set her down on the seat beside him, then settled back into the driver’s side with a reluctant groan at having been raised by women with principles, damn them. “Other fun it is.” For now, but not for long. Not for long at all, if he had his way, or she hers. |