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God aka Gigi Eriksson [Dogma] (quirkyhumor) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-10 14:09:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, god

Who: God and Dean Winchester
What: Having of the hot, hot sex.
When: Now, since Dean's got his boy parts back. It's a celebration.
Where: God's flat in London.
Warnings: NC-17, most likely. It's God for fuck's sake, people. You ought to be aware of this by now. XD

She'd been having a lot of sex lately. And for God to say it was a lot, was something. But she'd been craving Dean for awhile now. It had been quite some time since she'd been with him, and the fact that she'd been with Sam as well just made her want Dean even more. There was something about those Winchester brothers that had her coming back for more. It was rather like her obsession with Greg and Mark. Maybe there was something in the House and Winchester DNA that made her react the way she did.

In any case, it didn't take her long to get home and prepared for Dean to arrive. She knew he wasn't the type for candlelight and roses and soft music. So she left the lights on, made a cursory spray of Febreze to freshen up the room, and put in Led Zeppelin's IV. She untied the leather strap holding her hair back, and shook out the heavy near black wavy strands. A wave of her hand, and she was adorned in a skimpy black and pink lingerie set. Now all that was left to do was wait for Dean to arrive.

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doubleup
2008-03-10 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Dean walked into the address he'd been given. When he heard "Black Dog" coming from the bedroom, he shook his head and locked the door behind him. He made his way to the source of the sound, leaning against the doorframe and grinning.

"You do all that for me?" He looked up and down the length of her body, shaking his head and smiling. "No wonder people worship you." He unbuttoned his flannel overshirt, tossing it aside.

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-10 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Her mouth watered at the little bit of his arms she could see since he'd removed the long sleeved shirt. Fucking hell, he had gorgeous arms. She wondered if he'd let her lick him all over.

"You betcha," she thought to him. "You would think I'd get more worship than normal, what with being so fucking hot in both forms. And incredibly available. But what can I say, it's hard being God. Not as many people as I would like believe in me."

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	doubleup 2008-03-10 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	Dean grinned, stripping off his white undershirt. "Don't worry, I sure as hell believe in you now. So, where you keep your supplies?" He took off his shoes, socks and jeans, keeping his belt in his hands. He had plans for it, but he wanted to make sure she had everything he needed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quirkyhumor 2008-03-10 11:28 pm UTC (link)
	With a wave of her hand, the closet door slid open to reveal an armoire with every toy, whip, and bottle of lube she could dream of. It was like a magical closet. Whatever one desired could be found in it. "Help yourself, lover," Gigi thought to Dean. "I'm game for pretty much anything you've got in mind." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

doubleup
2008-03-10 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Dean blinked, then grinned. "That's a hell of a trick. You should think of doing porn - classy stuff, of course. You're just..." He looked back at her, licking his lips and chuckling. "Damn well suited to it."

He walked over to her, quickly and easily binding her wrists over her head with his belt. It had been used as such before, and he knew it had enough give as to not hurt soft skin, but was rigid enough to actually keep someone still. He wandered back over to the closet, smirking and taking out a couple of toys and some lube. He didn't like to spank too much on the first date. Dean liked to save something for later, after all.

He sat back down by her, spreading her legs and looking at her. He'd taken some massage oil from the cabinet, and started to rub her feet. Relaxed and happy women were infinitely better in bed, and he assumed it applied to the big G as well.

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-12 04:38 am UTC (link)

She giggled. Porn, really. What made him think she hadn't done porn already? She was capable of looking like anyone she wanted.

As he placed her how he wanted her on the bed, she rested her bound wrists on the pillow above her head. She moaned deeply at the feel of his more than competent hands on her feet. Dean Winchester certainly knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman, and she wasn't above being a little selfish about what got accomplished that night.

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doubleup
2008-03-12 04:43 am UTC (link)

Dean smirked at the noises she'd made. Getting a woman off always made Dean feel a bit of pride, feel a bit better about himself - and hell. Getting off God? Even moreso.

He worked a bit higher up on her calf, making himself take his time with with her. It was tempting to just move up and dive into her, but he insisted on going slow. He wanted to make the night last, and above all, make it memorable.

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-12 07:34 am UTC (link)

She never dreamed she could make sounds like that, or that a human man could coax them from her simply by manipulating the muscles in her leg. A sharp intake of breath was exhaled slowly as a particularly tense muscle was massaged into submission.

"If those hands are half as good on other parts of my body as they are on my legs, then you Dean Winchester are in a world of trouble," she thought to him, a lazy smile spreading across her face as her eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure.

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doubleup
2008-03-12 04:28 pm UTC (link)

"You wanna find out, baby?" Dean grinned wickedly and laid down on his back. He rolled over and easily got her to sit up. From here, he picked her up and adjusted her so that her legs were on either side of his head, hips hovering above him. The massage oil was still within reach, which was good for what he had planned.

But for now, he kissed and nibbled along her thigh, dragging his tongue along literally perfect skin until he reached the spot that would make her moan. He moved past it to dip his tongue inside her, grinning a little bit to himself. Then he returned to latch his plush lips around her clit, tonging gently. He'd speed up soon. A finger inside her crooked just so, and he wondered what kind of noises she'd make then.

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-21 05:19 am UTC (link)

It was as if she'd died and gone to heaven. And she would know something about that, being as she'd been the one to create the place. His fingers, his mouth, the way he almost psychically knew exactly what to do and how to do it. She groaned low in her throat and her hips swiveled and pivoted under his ministrations.

God ran a hand up her body, pausing to cup a breast, her fingers nimbly tweaking a nipple as she bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering closed. Her other hand came up to the nape of her neck, thrusting into her hair as she rode his face and finger, silently begging him for more.

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	doubleup 2008-03-23 05:17 am UTC (link)
	Dean added another finger as she groaned and moved her hips. Dean preferred woman-on-top for almost everything; it let him be lazy, as well as figure out what chicks liked. G was fairly into everything, and she was going hard and fast. Worked for him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quirkyhumor
2008-03-25 06:14 pm UTC (link)

As she began to pivot and swivel her hips in time with his fingers, she couldn't keep her hands from roaming all over her body. In her hair, tugging it tightly just as she liked it, down her breasts to tweak both nipples with her fingers, riding his face the whole time.

She licked a finger and reached behind her, teasing the tight bud of her asshole, slowly sliding it inside her as Dean continued his work with his fingers and tongue.

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doubleup
2008-03-27 07:17 pm UTC (link)

Something about a woman taking the initiative turned Dean on; he'd never really known why. He saw what she was doing with her fingers, and grinned. Well, if she likes it like that, works for me. He'd been hoping - hell, it was why he'd brought the lube over - but this way was nicer. This way, they didn't have to have a "So, do you like anal?" conversation. Those were almost always awkward.

He scooted back a bit, keeping his fingers working at her and moving his mouth. He bit gently at her finger to get her to move it away, and replaced it with his tongue, making the tiniest of stabs. It wasn't something he did all the time, but it was God. She'd basically invented this.

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