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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
2009-04-29 12:55 pm UTC (link)

"I am not, shut up," Shannon laughed, although the sound was wavering from the chattering of her teeth as it echoed in the showers. "You stop peeking," she joked back, although she couldn't help the swell of pride she felt for herself when he said that he was enjoying the show. Good, she thought, I was starting to think there was something wrong with me and that's just fucked up.

With a tiny squeak of surprise of just how cold the water was, Shannon stepped under the spray just long enough to wet her skin before stepping out again and starting to lather with the soap. Even that felt amazing, it had been so long. She actually didn't mind taking her time running the soapy washcloth over her skin. Exfoliation mmm, she thought with a tiny, happy smile passing over her lips. She bent forward and scrubbed at her feet and legs with a happy sigh.

So far, just about every part of today was amazing with the exception of those stupid alarms. First, she'd had her laughs with Leo and then she'd found the soap and Domeki. Now, she was showering with Dean - well, sort of - and it felt so amazing to slowly become clean again. She could feel the salty remains of ocean water on her skin fading away. She'd thought the rain would've washed that away, but she felt cleaner still and she knew it wasn't sweat, because it had been too cold here for that. Maybe she'd been taking makeshift baths in the ocean for so long that the salt had just piled on so heavily that the rain couldn't wash it all away.

And then there was the razor. Shannon took great pleasure in shaving her legs and underarms with a sharp blade, rather than one that had been dulled out almost immediately by being a community razor. She turned away from Dean to tend to the more intimate shaving and that, when finished, was like heaven. It was nice not to look like an amazon woman anymore. Shannon went back to scrubbing herself with the washcloth and occasionally stepping back under the icy water to rinse off the soap before starting all over again; it felt too nice to stop with one go of it.

She was in her own little world, then, and hadn't really noticed Dean's laughter, although she did hear the small clacking sound of the soap skittering across the tile and Dean's growl of indignation caught her ear enough to snap her out of her own personal reverie. She looked over at him as she bent again and ran her hands almost too slowly over her legs, too much in love with the smooth feel of them for the first time in what seemed like forever. Especially since she hadn't even knicked herself with the sharp razor; she'd hated the feel of doing it with the dull one on the Island.

"You dropped the soap," she repeated dubiously, raising her eyebrows and straightening up again. She'd heard it; she knew he had, but it was too easy not to take up the chance to poke at him again. A smirk crossed over her features when he added the joke about the boarding school. "Good thing..." she agreed playfully. "Is that your way of saying you need to borrow mine?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him again. She held out the bar, just out of his reach. "Come get it," she added coyly with a grin and a cock of her eyebrows before turning from him again to wash herself one last time. As much as she was enjoying the clean feeling, the water was starting to make her head ache and her muscles stiff as she shivered heavily.

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hellsboy
2009-04-29 01:19 pm UTC (link)

"It's impossible, Private Pretty. You have pretty uh privates," he retored and laughed heartily, still not looking at her as he attempted to rinse the rest of the soap away from his stomach then turning to put his back against the sluice of frigid water, washing suds away from his shoulders and backside. It was seriously way too cold for this but he was enjoying every moment of their little game of snark. He found himself wondering why it had to get serious though. He kept trying so hard to keep everything light and just on the level of fun, in spite of the fact that he wanted to be over there with her, soaping her shoulders for her. But she couldn't leave it there. If he didn't go beyond playing and admit, even in small doses, the he was more than interested in her sexually, she started to take it to a place of frustration. Why can't you just let it be what I'm trying to let it be? he wondered.

But it was impossible to let it be what it was when he accidentally turned and looked at her. Oh good grief, it was like she did it on purpose! And he really wouldn't have put it past her to do that either. It was one thing to imagine touching her himself. It was an entirely new thing to watch her touch herself, her fingers sliding across her own slick skin. Again he got the impression that she wasn't cold at all under that water. That somehow she'd managed to heat it herself. Cold shower or not, he was finding it a little difficult to not physically respond to seeing her in such a way. It did, however, work to his advantage to not be standing there staring at her with a very obvious hard on he knew he'd have otherwise. "Fuck," he breathed and cleared his throat.

His smile was immediate, forming the mask of charm across his features as she suggested he "come get it." He eyed her face in the half-light and reached behind him to push the knob of the shower, turning it off. Then with a few strides he was standing next to her, just out of reach of her own freezing shower head. "I guess I'm done. I don't need the soap now after all," he told her, his brows arched to match hers in a teasing way. "Are you offering any sort of substitute?"

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