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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 11:30 pm UTC (link)

The feel of Dean flush against her, warm skin pressed to her front in contrast with the cold tile against her back, was nearly electric. Part of her couldn't tell if it was just because it was someone or if it was because it was Dean. She was, after all, attracted to him. He wasn't the sort of guy she'd take home to Mom and Dad - if she had either, that was - and he might not even be the sort of guy she'd date casually, but he was gorgeous and he had the sort of wit that kept her on her toes. In short, the only thing really missing was any kind of emotional attachment on her end. Which, really, considering where they were and what being there probably meant, was okay as far as she was concerned.

His moan and the way he pushed himself against her again after pulling away just briefly received a soft, low hum in response as she felt his lips on her throat. "Oh, fuck..." she whispered, shifting her hips against him and letting out a soft moan. His fingers were moving over her hip and stomach, upward further still and he kissed her again, roughly. Even the feel of his fingers was a little more rough. Contrary to what most men assumed when she slept with them, that was rather the way Shannon preferred it and she growled low in her throat into the kiss as she returned it with just as much ferocity as he was putting into it.

Slowly, Shannon let her hand fall away from the back of his head, trailing down his side and she pulled her hips back just enough to slip her hand between them, grasping him. Not so bad at all, when he wasn't under a cold shower, as it turned out. Maybe she'd even go as far as to say impressive. Of course, she wouldn't say it out loud or even let on to him, but the fact still remained. Her chest rose and fell at a shallow and uneven pace as she pulled out of the kiss just long enough to catch her breath before crushing her lips against his again. Shifting herself against him again, Shannon guided him to herself and ground against him until she was surrounding him completely. She tore her mouth away from his and dropped her head back again, letting out another low moan and rocking her hips against his.

A low pitched creaking sound came, then, echoing through the gym and into the shower room, causing Shannon to freeze momentarily. And then, she heard what she thought was a door slamming shut. Shannon stiffened completely. "Dean, I think there's someone in here," she whispered, a spot of fear mixing with general humiliation at the very thought of being caught in the act; the mood was gone completely from Shannon, drained away and replaced with worry both for their current act being witnessed by another person and with fear of something other than a person making its way inside. Like one of those fucking monsters in the woods that Captain Jack had dubbed a "Weevil" in the journals.

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hellsboy
2009-05-01 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Dean willed himself not to be more forceful with her than he already was. He wanted to be inside her, possess her. His fingers found her hair and tangled into the soft wetness at the nape of her neck as he gave her throat a nip of his teeth, nuzzling her collarbone with his lips, teasing along her skin with his mouth as his fingers trailed upward. The hand on her rear kneaded insistently as the movement of their bodies against each other generated heat against his arousal.

When he felt her fingers encircle him, he paused with a soft intake of breath. Brought back to the moment again by her touch, he focused his will on not throwing her down on the ground and finishing this. He was impatient and it was evident in how his teeth plucked at her lower lip when she finally returned her mouth to his.

Then he was inside her. He moaned a low, "Fuuuck," against her throat as he thrust his hips forward to meet hers. There was nothing but this now. No one but the two of them and the deep need to release the tension and frustration that had built up. All he could do was feel. His senses were completely infused with the scent of her aroused body and the friction of their skin against skin, everything else was background and nothing.

Suddenly she was still. He could hear her voice but it didn't register at first because her stillness shot an arrow of frustration through him. What the fuck was she playing at? He wanted to growl into her hair but he stopped as her words sank in along with the sound he'd heard. Someone here? He felt the cold again all of a sudden and the passion he'd felt dwindled and flickered out as he saw the expression on her face. Sliding away from her he glanced over his shoulder and turned to pad across the tile toward their clothes. "It might not be someone. You might need to run. So here," he whispered and tossed her the hoodie she'd brought for after the shower before moving quickly to find some of his own clothes. He was in complete hunting mode now, brushing aside the disgust attempting to saturate him.

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