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Tweak says, "Get off your knees"

Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-28 19:09:00

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!complete, day 05, dean winchester, location: gym, shannon rutherford

Day 5 - Early Evening
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Shower time!
When: Early Evening
Where: The gym
Rating: R (language, nudity - definitely NSFW)
Status: Complete

Dean was whistling an old Van Halen standard as he made his way back into town and then through it. The streets were beginning to look familiar now. He'd only managed to track 3 miles or so of the glass wall at the south side of town. The interlude with Tink had been a lot of fun. It had been a while since he'd gone exploring just for the sake of exploring. Now he was one his way back with the promise of a shower -- and seeing Shannon.

As he walked, he mused. He didn't have friends. Well not usually. But if he had to name anyone as a friend, it'd be her, Shannon. Probably his best friend. There was an understanding between them of something not quite tangible. They recognized each other in a certain way that he didn't figure anyone else could. Which was a little confusing. It both made him feel a lot less indignant for having to be here and sorry. Sorry because even though Cassie had dumped him - rather painfully so - he felt like it was cheating her to be attracted to Shannon. Not to mention he'd picked up on some kind of vibe between Shannon and his brother. That spelled trouble if he got involve, he knew it.

Yet here he was, swinging open the door of the gym and stepping inside. Still whistling, he wandered the dark rooms and halls, following the old and disheveled signs toward the showers. There were, of course, separate showers for men and women so he peeked his head into the locker room for the women and called out. "Hey, Super Girl, did you beat me here?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 11:31 pm UTC (link)

"Hypothetically, Dean," Shannon laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm just saying...I think I'd be okay on my own. Not that I mind present company, of course," she added with a smirk and a wink. In actuality, while she'd never admit it, she was glad to have him there; it made her feel safer.

Raising her eyebrows, Shannon watched as he disrobed. "None of me is talk, but a heads up," she said, nodding down at his clothes, "might wanna move those if you don't wanna get 'em all wet. Especially the jacket; it'd be a fucking shame to see that leather warped and I'm not even kidding," she said seriously.

With that said, she kicked off her sneakers and socks, which must've made the whole ensemble that much more ridiculous, and then tried to wiggle out of the dress. "Oh fuck me," she muttered, yanking on it. Easier to get it on than to get it off. Just great. Shannon took a deep breath and then let it all out, expelling as much of her breath as she could. Then, she sucked in her stomach and gave the bottom of the dress a yank. Finally, it gave and dropped to the floor, crumpling there in an equally amusing and hideous pile of color and fabric that made her want to cringe. So, then, Shannon too was down to only her bottom half of undergarments and stood looking back at him with her eyebrows raised as if to say, See? I'm not afraid. She refused to let him have the pleasure of knowing that she very much liked what she saw, so she kept her face neutral and challenging rather than longing.

Bending down, Shannon picked up the awful dress and dropped it down on the bench on top of the jacket, kicking her shoes and socks beneath it. "And actually," she said, turning back to face him before discarding her panties nonchalantly and picking up the toiletries to make her way to the shower head two away from his, "I might not get a show because it's cold but you still will," she pointed out, nodding down at her chest before she stepped just off to the side and out of the line of fire, turning on her own shower head.

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hellsboy
2009-04-28 11:53 pm UTC (link)

He rolled his eyes right back at her. "It is still dark enough that you could pretend you're on your own if you have to. Not that I mind present company either," he answered, an edge of playful competitiveness in his voice. It was more fun to snark with her than anything he'd done since being tossed into this stupid place. He was glad she wasn't going to get all sulky and stay that way no matter how many times he had to backpedal to make it okay again when she did.

Dean gave his clothes a couple of swift kicks, sending them flying away from the spray as the nozzle spluttered to life in a jet of icy water. He shuddered, grateful that she was too busy with her own clothes to see just how cold he was. Huddled into himself, he was loathe to remove his boxers and really start the shower. It had seemed like such a good idea before but now that he was near the freezing water, he wasn't so sure. Well, here went nothing. He removed the last stitch of clothing and tossed his boxers into the pile of his other clothes.

He stood and watched her, eyeing the smoothness of her skin and the soft curves of her - oh fuck - until she faced him with her eyebrows arched. He caught himself then and returned her expression, mirroring it with a shrug as if to say it wasn't a big deal. Except he had to step immediately into the frigid shower. It was a shock to the system and he gasped, laughed at himself and began to lather up.

"True, you're probably not getting a show. And since you can't have a show I will be a gentleman and not try to have one myself." His voice was tremulous as he struggled with how cold the water was. He felt his teeth begin to chatter as he soaped his stomach and chest as quickly as he cold, turning in vain to find a way to be less cold than he was now.

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