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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 02:29 pm UTC (link)

The smug grin on Shannon's face might've been hard not to miss, even in the dark, when Dean complimented her. It was about time he said it out loud; she was at least glad to hear that it wasn't all play and that maybe he really was attracted to her. Shannon wasn't a big fan of wasting her time, or anyone else's for that matter. If he wasn't interested, she'd let it drop and be done with it. But, since she'd rather not, she was happy to hear the compliment. Fuel for the fire.

Dean shut off his shower and Shannon set down the soap and washcloth to give herself one last rinse. Too fucking cold to actually enjoy the shower any further, Shannon decided, as Dean approached and said he was done, that she was, too. Her shower shut off next and she stood there, staring at him, making a conscious effort to look him in the eye.

"That depends. I don't usually offer things if I don't feel pretty confident that I'm going to be taken up on it," she told him, raising her eyebrows. Jesus, he was just standing there and she refused to let him see that she was all but itching to jump on him. Part of it was because of the conversation in the journals with Kaylee getting her all riled up, but a much larger part was just Dean, with his shoulders and his...chest...and the way the beads of water were dripping down to his abdomen and... "Are you planning on taking me up on it if I do?" she asked.

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hellsboy
2009-04-29 03:37 pm UTC (link)

Closer now, Dean could see the texture of her skin, the look in her eyes as she looked back at him in the silence of the near dark showers. She looked touchable and he wanted to follow the trail of retreating water along her spine with his fingers. With the water off, it was slowly getting warmer around them it seemed. Though perhaps that was just the affect of their own bodies trying to re-heat themselves after near hypothermic temperatures under the unnaturally cold shower. He took another step closer to her, closing all but a couple of inches between their bodies.

"Am I planning to take you up on it if you do?" he repeated and raised one eyebrow, his eyes focused on hers in the same way she seemed to be focusing on his. He leaned back ever so slightly then and glanced down at her entire bare frame, smiling appreciatively as his gaze caught every inch of her front, sweeping down over her breasts and stomach to her thighs and back up again. "Looks like you have a lot to offer as suggestion. But I can't answer any questions about planning until I know what's on the table."

What was he doing? he wondered. He knew that he'd made his decision then. This was probably going to go as far as it could, unless the cold or some other interruption stopped it. His body still wasn't responding the way it should have but he knew it would eventually if given the chance. If they generated enough heat. He wondered if he was calling her bluff or if she was as serious as she seemed to be. He felt a twinge of guilt and broke eye contact for a moment on the pretense of looking at their clothes on the floor behind them. "Should we find somewhere warmer to debate this?"

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