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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 07:47 pm UTC (link)

When Dean had leaned closer, Shannon thought for a fleeting moment that he was going to kiss her. She was fairly disappointed when he didn't. The disappointment, though was short-lived when he said he'd done it against the wall and then backed her up against it. Her mouth opened just slightly in a reversed sort of gasp as her back was pressed against the icy tiles. Dean didn't react right away to her body against his nor to her words and she had a brief moment to consider calling it off for his disinterest, but then he took her face in his hand and kissed her. Victory.

Shannon mirrored his movement by taking his own face in one of her hands again, her other arm snaking around his back and her fingertips clawing at him when he pulled her close. She made a conscious effort not to let her nails sink into his skin. Moving her hands again, she rested them on either of his shoulders and hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist without breaking away from the kiss. If this didn't help her forget, nothing would.

Shifting slightly against him, Shannon tried to create some sort of friction for herself and moved her hands again, one to the back of his head and the other clutching at his upper back both out of reflex and for support. Finally, she pulled out of the kiss to move her lips to his neck and jaw. His body was warm against hers in spite of the cold showers they'd just taken and his skin was slick as her fingertips pressed into his back. Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled away to let her head fall back, resting it against the wall.

It had been too long since the last time she'd had sex and there was no obligation or liquor involved this time. He wasn't Boone unwittingly getting payment for his devotion and she wasn't drunk this time. There was no guilt for her this time, just pleasure, and that alone, never mind the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips or her body against hers, felt like the most perfect way to begin the closing of Shannon's already wonderful day. Well, all things considered wonderful, anyway.

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hellsboy
2009-04-29 10:56 pm UTC (link)

When she wrapped her legs around him, he slipped his fingers down the length of her spine as he'd wanted to do before, catching her bottom with his hand, fingers pressing into her firm skin to hold her close again. She smelled so good it was intoxicating. Clean and female. He could feel her warming against him as well in spite of the cold tiles at her back. She was as fierce a kisser as he was and he let himself get lost in this moment of relief. No more holding back. He was going to have her. Completely. At least for a little while.

Her nails on his back sent raw excitement coursing through him. She was moving then and wasn't long before the friction she created brought him back into the moment. He moaned quietly as the last of the cold left his body and he was forced to lean his lower body away from the soft brush of her thighs. Thought better of it and pressed himself against her again, wanting - no needing - the heat she was creating. He found her throat with his mouth as her head fell back, trailing a line of kisses along the skin to the hollow of her throat. He wanted to hear her, feel her need.

What he heard was something stirring somewhere far off. He disregarded it, his fingers questing across her hip, spanning her tummy and sliding upward toward her breasts as he sought out her mouth again with his, capturing it for another feral kiss. There was anger in his kiss now, his fingers were rough on her skin. He hoped he wasn't hurting her but some part of him didn't care right now.

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