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30 April 2007 @ 12:54 am
Supernatural Fic: Silence Is Not Always Golden  

Yet more challenge fic for spn_het_love. These are fun! :D


Title: Silence Is Not Always Golden
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Connect (So much of life is dependent on the way we feel; on our sense of the world around us. Write a ficlet (up to 500 words) using one of the five senses as your jumping off point. Characters, setting and timeline are all up to you.)
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Spoilers: None

Summary: Dean realises that they could do with some quiet time to themselves. Though if he’s honest he prefers it not so quiet.

Dean was a bit of a novice when it came to relationships that lasted longer than a weekend. He was happy to admit he was still learning. One thing he had discovered recently was that privacy was a definite issue when you couldn’t get any. It wasn’t easy when the vast majority of the time you were holed up in a cheap motel room with your brother and your girl.

Whilst silent hook ups behind closed bathroom doors or quickies when Sam went off to get food kept things ticking over there was a certain level of satisfaction missing.

Dean had all but burnt out the clutch of the Impala in their recent escape from a bunch of vampires and so they’d ended up at Bobby’s, Dean not trusting anyone but himself to do the repairs.

It had struck him, whilst Izzy leant against the car, catching the sun’s rays and chatting as he worked, that for the first time in over a month they were actually alone. Sam had gone to visit Sarah and would be waiting to be picked up in a couple of days. Bobby was at a car auction and wouldn’t be back until after dusk.

No point in wasting a good opportunity.

Without hesitation he’d picked her up and sat her down on the hood of the car, just over the wheel arch, his lips kissing her firmly as his hands wrapped through her hair. Her sharp gasp of surprise seemed to shoot right through him, making this want this even more.

He wondered if perhaps she’d hesitate, not really wanting to do this in a place they could be caught. It seemed from her reaction though she was as desperate for this as he was.

His hands skimmed down her body, pushing her legs apart, allowing him to move even closer as he grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around him. Already his jeans were painfully tight and she groaned as she felt him, matched by a deep one of his own as her hands moved across his groin.

The problem with silent bathroom sex he realised was just that; the silence. Sex should sound good.

Like the quiet whisper of her lips on his slick skin as she pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Or the way she hurriedly muttered ‘doesn’t matter’ when he cursed and wiped his hands on his jeans, seeing his touch leaving grimy marks on her bare legs.

There was that sharp intake of breath as his hand slid up her skirt and pushed her underwear aside, not bothering to remove it. This was followed by a sudden gasp of pleasure, punctuated by her grip tightening on his arms as he pushed a finger inside her. He moaned too, finding her warm and wet.

The sound of her undoing the zipper on his jeans so slowly was almost torture but it was rewarded by a deep groan of satisfaction as she ran her hands over him and then an even deeper one as he finally pushed into her, her heels digging into the back of his thighs.

The rhythmic creaking of the car suspension as they moved was an unexpected turn on.

The breathy moans in his ear were a more expected one but nonetheless welcome.

His favourite was the way she said his name. Needing, wanting, lustful, pleading, tender, loving...She had a remarkable ability to make those four little letters say so much with the slightest change in her voice. He responded in kind, her name on his lips a sound of worship that reached its peak with the rest of him.

The thing that made him smile though was her laughter when he held her, both coming down from their high, as gave her a tender kiss and with a cheeky grin said those words every girl wanted to hear.

“Help me polish my car?”

 

 
 
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wait like the dawn, how it aches to meet the day: my fandom has casette tapesraw_earthling on April 30th, 2007 12:54 am (UTC)
This was great! I want to be the girl Dean gets frisky with on the hood of the Impala. (I know...get in line, right?)

...and with a cheeky grin said those words every girl wanted to hear. “Help me polish my car?”

Haha! I loved this part. That's SOOO Dean Winchester! :)

I also really liked the engine grease or whatnot getting on the girl's legs. I definitely wouldn't mind that, 'specially since it's Dean and all.
doylefan22: I watch for the plotdoylefan22 on April 30th, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
Dean can be a cheeky sod at times, can't he?

And on a shallow note there's something rather hot about his mechanic look. That car needs to break down more often.
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doylefan22: I watch for the plotdoylefan22 on April 30th, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
Thanks :D
Hogwarts Hag: Sinner Deanhhhellcat on April 30th, 2007 02:15 am (UTC)
Guh, this was hot. Nice to see Izzy again. :)
doylefan22: I watch for the plotdoylefan22 on April 30th, 2007 07:00 am (UTC)
Thank you!

It was a matter of convenience to keep writing her but she's rather grown on me as a character so you'll probably see a lot more of her!
.m, purveyor of wasted minutiae and wisdom: 11miconic on April 30th, 2007 01:05 pm (UTC)
Nice and hot. Phew. At least they will not be bored (;

Thanks for sharing.
doylefan22: I watch for the plotdoylefan22 on April 30th, 2007 03:37 pm (UTC)
That's okay - thanks for commenting! :)
Amethyste: under caramethyste5 on May 1st, 2007 01:19 am (UTC)
I like this, very hot and very cute in that he's learning as he goes. And oh yess, Dean/Impala is incredibly hot!!!
gypsy_sally on May 27th, 2007 06:38 am (UTC)
Impala!sex! Impala!sex!

*is speechless*

Okay, maybe not so much with the speechless. I tend to be a detailed feedback whore. ;)

Firstly, I have a total classic-car!sex kink, so this was oh so fun to read. ;)

Secondly, the descriptions in here are superb:

It had struck him, whilst Izzy leant against the car, catching the sun’s rays and chatting as he worked, that for the first time in over a month they were actually alone.

Saw it in my head, with the sun and the Impala, and Dean all greasy, and Izzy warm and sun-kissed. Beautiful!

Like the quiet whisper of her lips on his slick skin as she pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Smut + sound effects always makes me happy. :)

The rhythmic creaking of the car suspension as they moved was an unexpected turn on.

So. Hot.

Or the way she hurriedly muttered ‘doesn’t matter’ when he cursed and wiped his hands on his jeans, seeing his touch leaving grimy marks on her bare legs.

For some reason this made me feel all warm and fuzzy. His reaction and hers.

Loved this. Off to read more!
doylefan22doylefan22 on May 27th, 2007 10:00 am (UTC)
Okay, maybe not so much with the speechless. I tend to be a detailed feedback whore. ;)

Feedback is always love. Feedback from detailed feedback whore is like marriage and three kids love :D

Thanks!
spilled_coffeespilled_coffee on June 26th, 2007 12:23 pm (UTC)
It wasn’t easy when the vast majority of the time you were holed up in a cheap motel room with your brother and your girl.

Honestly? I recommend two rooms just every once in a while. Just another credit card scam and they should be fine. Otherwise... impala sex was hot. Really hot.
Purpleyin/Hans: silhouettemissyvortexdv on December 9th, 2008 10:10 am (UTC)
lol to the ending.