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Hot Fudge Sundaes - an RP for failuretotrust

Dean was tired.

Not tired in the sense that he wanted to sleep for a week -- although that might be a nice idea -- but tired in the sense that he needed a vacation. A distraction. Something that didn't involve angels, demons, ghosts, hellhounds, tricksters, or wishing wells that gave you food poisoning. He needed something nice and normal, with someone who thought he was nice and (mostly) normal, and when he happened to stumble across a woman who was willing to let him turn her into an ice cream sundae, but also had plans for him? He knew he'd hit the jackpot.

After dropping Sam off wherever Sam wanted to be dropped off, he took off for New York, carefully navigating his car through the streets until he landed in front of her apartment building. He had picked up the chocolate sauce on the way, and now it was just a matter of getting to the front door and making sure that she was home. They had been dancing around each other for long enough now that the fact that they were actually getting somewhere was a bit more convincing. Bottle in his hand, he waited as patiently as possible in the elevator, before making his way to her front door and knocking.

As soon as it opened, he held up the bottle and flashed her his best grin. "So -- these plans for me. How kinky are we talking here?"

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She'd been lounging on the couch with her laptop when the knock on the door came. It didn't thrill her. Good news never came to her through a knock on the door. She sighed and set the laptop aside, then went for the door. When she opened it and saw Dean, she couldn't stop the smile on her lips.

Sure they'd talked about him visiting, but she hadn't actually expected it would happen anytime soon...if ever. She bit her lip with a chuckle.

"Depends how kinky you want them."

He shrugged slightly at that, leaning casually in the doorway as he did. "I'm an open-minded kind of guy."

Which really, was Dean Winchester speak for 'do your worst.' He just wanted to be focused on something other than hunting for once. Hunting and everything that the summer had had to offer which was coming to the foreground all too frequently lately. And Brenda -- Beth -- whoever she was -- was the perfect kind of distraction for that.

"I like open minds," she nodded. She took his wrist and pulled him in the door so that she could close it behind him.

He followed her lead, letting the door close behind him, before looking back at her. Now that he was here, he was actually at a loss for whether or not he should just do this, or wait on her to make the first move. This wasn't just some girl he'd happened to pick up in a bar -- well, okay, maybe it was -- but he'd put effort into things at this point. He wanted to do this right.

...Not that he had any idea what that meant.

She crossed her arms over her chest and watched him. She never was quite sure of him or his intentions. Half the time he seemed to want her - half the time not. And she wasn't going to be the one to push anything. She didn't need anything from him. Want maybe. Not need. So if he was going to shrink away again, she'd let him.

She probably could have offered him a drink or a seat, but she figured if he wanted either he'd ask.

And the minute her arms went in front of her chest, he knew he'd lost his window. Or he'd already screwed this up before this even happened, and his showing up wasn't going to change anything. Truth be told, he never didn't want her -- it was just a matter of his being too fucked in the head at the time to actually enjoy it. And this he wanted to enjoy.

He moved closer, leaving the chocolate sauce on the nearest available surface, before reaching for her, letting his hands rest on her hips lightly.

"Look, I know I haven't exactly been the most reliable guy in the world, but I've just." He stopped, and his eyes dropped to his feet. Dean rarely ever looked someone in the eye when he was telling the truth, especially when it was something as awkward as this. "This past year or so hasn't exactly been the greatest for me. Which hasn't been fair to you, which is why I was staying away. But things -- they're starting to get a little better. At least from where I'm standing. So if you'll have me -- "

He let his voice trail off after that, looking her in the eye as he played with the end of her shirt. There was nothing sexual about it, just a way to keep his fingers busy. He'd always had idle fingers. Those have always been the things that have gotten him into trouble.

She listened quietly, then let her eyes meet his. It wasn't like she didn't know how things like that could be. And there was something she saw in him in that moment that...she just wanted to fix. And that was rarely ever something she felt towards someone personally.

Her hand came up and brushed his cheek gently, then she leaned in and kissed his other cheek lightly.

He closed his eyes at the touch, willing himself not to do something stupid to ruin the moment. Because he didn't want to ruin this. This was the closest thing he'd had to a good thing in a long time, and he wasn't about to ruin that. There was a long silence, before he forced himself to break it in some way, otherwise he was going to drive himself insane.

"So -- I'll take that as a yes?"

She sighed and relaxed against him. "For now," she replied. She wasn't about to make any promises for anything. But, no, in that moment she didn't want to go anywhere.

He smirked slightly, before nodding, taking the opportunity to move a little closer. "I'll take it."

She smirked back and moved her mouth against his ear. "And what are you going to do with it?"

His lips tilted slightly, brushing along her jawline lightly. "Well, if I remember correctly, you were the ones with the plans."

His teeth grazed against the corner of her jaw lightly, before he started to make his way lower down the line of her neck.

She moaned softly and leaned into him. "Mm, but you're the one who showed up at my door.."

One hand moved from her, reaching for the bottle of hot fudge he'd abandoned, before grinning slightly against her skin. "So I get to go first?"

Her hand moved up his arm slowly, her eyes closed. "If you think you can handle it."

"I think I've got this," he grinned, before leaning in to kiss her fully. He moved his free hand up to cup the side of her face lightly, pulling her in closer.

She kissed him back, her arm moving up and around his neck, as she pushed herself closer. Instinct made her want to take over, but she wanted to hold back and see what he did with her. She felt like being led.

He sighed softly into the kiss, before starting to back her into the room more, moving towards the living room -- or, at least what he believed was the living room.

She let him guide her back into the living room, but pulled away long enough to grab her work and laptop from the couch and shove it under the coffee table. Then she sat down and looked up at him.

As soon as she was comfortable, he leaned in over top of her, kissing her again, and letting his hands skirt her sides lightly.

She sighed and pulled him closer, leaning back into the couch.

His lips started to travel slightly down the line of her neck again, while his hands moved lower, pushing up lightly against the edge of her shirt to the smooth skin of her stomach.

Her hand wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him there, and she moaned softly at his touch.

He nipped slightly at her pulse point as his hand continued to move higher against her stomach. He took his time, savoring every inch he found before letting his hands slide back down again.

She bit her lip hard at it all, trying to control herself. It wasn't much longer before her hand took her face and brought him up to kiss him again.

He leaned into the kiss, deepening it soon after and just letting himself enjoy the moment.

She slipped further down on her back, pulling him with.

He settled in on top of her, moving his hands for a minute only to push the top shirt he was wearing off his shoulders, giving him more room to move.

She watched him and then ran her fingers against his chest and over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He leaned in to kiss her again, letting his hands settle on her hips lightly pressing his body closer.

She smiled lightly and slid her leg up against his hip as she leaned back. "You're softer than I would have thought," she whispered.

He smirked slightly at that, looking down at her. "That a good thing or a bad thing?"

She smiled and touched his cheek to bring his lips back to hers. "I'm not complaining."

"Good to know," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her again, pressing in closer and starting to move his hands down her sides lightly.

(Jumping if it's cool)

Her hand held his cheek as everything came to a standstill and she closed her eyes, trying to catch herself. She felt light years away from everything.

[That works.]

Dean closed his eyes as he lowered himself gently, half on top of her as there was no room on the couch. He slid his arm around her waist lightly, staying close.

Her fingers trailed to his back and she rubbed it lightly, curling close to him. "Feeling better?" she murmured.

Dean just hummed lightly in approval, his eyes staying closed.

She sighed herself and relaxed, continuing to stoke his back lightly. She was still seeing the pain on his face from when he spoke earlier, and for some reason - she just wanted to be there for him.

Dean was quiet for a moment, before opening his eyes to look at her. "Do you want to stay here, or should we move somewhere a little more comfortable?"

She burrowed in closer and let out a content sigh. "I'm comfortable," she replied. "If you aren't...we can move.."

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Hot Fudge Sundaes - an RP for failuretotrust

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