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04 May 2007 @ 06:22 pm
Supernatural Fic: Smoke, Salt and Strawberries  
I will stop writing for fic when either spn_het_love stops giving such good prompts, the show stops being so good or my fic bunnies finally run out. Could be a while then...

Title:
Smoke, Salt and Strawberries
Rating:
NC-17
Challenge:
Connect
Pairing:
Dean/OFC
Spoilers: None

Summary: The hunt is so ingrained into him that she can taste it.


 

He always tastes different when he comes back from a hunt, she learnt that early on. What he had done is embedded deeply into his skin and she has to fight to find him underneath it.

When she kisses him the coppery tang of blood lingers in traces. It could be his, it may be hers. Sometimes it’s both. She kisses him until it’s gone and all that’s left is the softness of his tongue and perhaps the sweet taste of southern whiskey if it’s been a particularly bad night and he needed something to settle him.

When she throws off his shirt and her mouth trails down his chest, she ignores the scars and bruises, darting past them, refusing to acknowledge their existence in that moment. His collarbone tastes of smoke and charcoal, a grim reminder of burning bones. The line down his centre to his stomach tastes of salt and perspiration. It’s been a tough night.

When she reaches the skin of his hips she is relieved. The indent just above the bone is soft, unmarred and clean and finally she can taste him beneath the deeds he’s had to carry out that evening.

When she finally releases him from the tight confines of his jeans her tongue runs over him, eliciting a deep groan of devotion from his full lips. The taste of him is heady and she fully remembers the man behind the hunter for the first time.

When she pulls away, knowing from experience when to do, so he drags her up to kiss him and she is sure that he can taste himself in her mouth. From his moan against her lips she assumes that it turns him on.

When he returns the favour, mouth travelling down her body, across her breasts and onwards until his tongue is deep inside her, she realises that she isn’t the only one who likes to taste. He encourages her to wrap her fingers into his short hair until she’s shaking and he’s pulling her onto his lap, kissing her deeply, returning the favour of shared taste. He was right, it was quite the turn on.

When he holds her hips firmly he sets the pace as he pushes deeply up into her, taking total control whilst she tastes all of him she can reach. Mouth, jaw, ear, shoulders, neck. Sweeps of her tongue and movements of her lips all punctuated with soft gasps as she wraps her legs around his waist and surrenders, hypnotised by the words he whispers into her ear. He tastes like heat and power and something else indefinably masculine which is all him.

Early the next morning as he unexpectedly joins her in the shower and offers to wash her back, he tastes of the traces of shampoo and shower foam that slide down his chest. She knows that taste is a lie, that its hint of domesticity isn’t them but she indulges in it all the same. As she kisses his smiling lips she prays that, for both their sakes, someday she’ll never have to taste the hunt on him again and that all their kisses will be strawberry lip balm, lavender shampoo and spicy aftershave with just the occasional sweet bourbon thrown in.

 

 
 
Current Mood: refreshedrefreshed
 
 
 
Hogwarts Hag: Jensen greenhhhellcat on May 4th, 2007 08:37 pm (UTC)
God that was lovely. And bittersweet, too. The last sentence says it all.
Amethyste: under caramethyste5 on May 4th, 2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
Not only is this wonderful, but it feeds my personal theory that Dean wears Old Spice. Don't ask me why, though I'm sure my hubby is connected somehow, but I'm absolutely convinced he does.

Very nice, hmmm, I guess you can't say imagery when it's not images, tastery? Not a word, but you get the idea, very vivid descriptions.
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Meri: Contemplatemeri_oddities on May 5th, 2007 02:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, very nice. *g*
limpflig: sleepquirkies on May 6th, 2007 05:09 am (UTC)
both scorching hot and bittersweet. it's nice to have dean with someone who can find him.
cuissesdefer on May 6th, 2007 07:48 am (UTC)
and finally she can taste him beneath the deeds he’s had to carry out that evening.
Love it! The man behind the job. Mmmm *licks lips*

This was perfect because it included that little edge of angst that is inherent in SPN. Great ficlet ^__^
naughtynaughtyscrabble on May 6th, 2007 07:57 am (UTC)
Breathtakingly beautiful. So sensual. Excellent.
belleimani on May 6th, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC)
So, so sensual. Yum.
.m, purveyor of wasted minutiae and wisdom: 11miconic on May 26th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, you smut bunny, you (; Hot piece you have here. Not complaining at all.

Thanks for the read.
gypsy_sally on May 27th, 2007 07:00 am (UTC)
Wonderful imagery, and sexy as heck, too!

Just really lovely. :)