In Which they Attempt to Watch the Superbowl

[hasperkynipples]

[Cowritten with failuretotrust.]

99 was never a huge football fan, but she knew enough to enjoy it. And she never missed the Superbowl if she could help it. Though this year she wasn't really enjoying it. Sure, the pizza was good, the company was fantastic, but the game was boring her. She didn't care for either team.

When the halftime show started she grinned and turned to Dean. "Ready for The Boss?"

"Eh," Dean said with a shrug. "Depends on what he plays."

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes and picked up her beer. Yes, she made him get the good stuff. She didn't drink piss water, not even during the Superbowl. "It's Springsteen." She nudged him in the shoulder, leaning closer. "He's badass, even at his age. It's hot."

"He's no Zeppelin," Dean said with, giving her a look. "Springsteen is good -- on occasion. Like Bon Jovi. But not all the time."

Her foot started tapping along to the song and her arm moved around his shoulders as she softly sang along with a grin. She loved Springsteen. He probably could get the idea the way her fingers were roaming against his neck as she pressed closer. Dean may not like Springsteen, but if it meant good for him, then by all means, he could certainly approve of her enjoying it. He inched closer, sliding an arm across her waist and pulling her closer. As Born To Run started, she slid her bottle to the table and moved into his lap. Her arms went around his waist and she leaned in to kiss his neck. "I've always like this song," she whispered. "Tramps like us, baby we were born to run..."

Dean closed his eyes as he pulled her in closer, sliding his hand under the edge of her shirt. "I think it's becoming a new favorite."

She pushed closer in his hands and smiled. "We've got about..." she looked over her shoulder at the TV then back to him. "Fifteen minutes. Give or take." She leaned back in and pulled her teeth at his earlobe, singing along again. "Strap your hands across my engines.." He grinned at that, before dropping his head and kissing along her neck as he went. She moaned softly against him, her hands already moving for the button on his fly. "Together we could break this trap. We'll run til we drop, baby we'll never look back.." She could only sing it out softly, the words hitting her a little more than she realized they would.

His hands slid up under her shirt, before down to the edge of the skirt, hiking it up slightly as he pulled her closer. She forgot the song and moved in closer, readjusting herself in his lap. Her fingers moved up under his shirt to feel his chest slowly as she finally moved in to meet his mouth. He leaned into the kiss, his hands skirting her thighs and moving them up further, wanting to get her as close as possible. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she moved closer, holding onto him as tightly as she could. His hands moved under her skirt, brushing her thighs and venturing higher, trying to touch as much of her as possible.

She was finally focused enough to get his jeans loose and attempt to push them out of her way. She sighed against his lips softly, trying to swallow back the things he was making her feel. Again. Dean pulled away from the kiss after a moment, leaning in to kiss her neck again, pulling her hips in closer as he helped her push the jeans off his own. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back at the feel of his lips and she pushed his shirt over his head, before letting her fingers slide down his chest. He tossed the shirt to the side and pulled her in closer again, trying to get as much of her as close as he could possibly get her. She stayed close, and her arms tightened around his neck more when her body hitched against his. Her mouth fell to his shoulder, biting against it as she relaxed into him. He groaned against her skin, his hands gripping her back as he pulled her into him.

Still breathing heavily, she brushed her lips to his skin softly and rested her forehead close. She could hear the game restarting behind her, but she couldn't pull away from him just yet. Dean sighed as he leaned back against the couch. This would normally be where he would say something cheesy, but he wasn't feeling it right then. He just wanted to keep her close for a while. Eyes closed, she tried to get her breath back to normal as it hit his skin softly. She just sat there, holding on, as the noises from the game turned into a a white noise of sound around her. She wanted to speak, but she really didn't know what to say. Or...how to say it.

He tilted his head to the side slightly, brushing a kiss against her temple, before pulling her closer. "You okay?"

She kept her eyes closed, leaning into him with a soft sigh. "Yea," she whispered. Her hand brushed his chest gently and she kept quiet for a bit, before speaking again. "Remember last week...you said this might be getting serious?"

"Yeah?" he said, tilting his head to the side slightly.

She took a breath before nodding. "I'm in." So yea, it probably wasn't the best way to address the big deal that this was, but it worked for her.

He looked back at her for a moment, before smirking slightly and nodding. "Good. Me too." She brought her head up and looked at him, her fingers coming up to touch his face lightly. She smiled. He smiled back at her, moving his hands to her hips. "Can't promise I'll be good at it, though. I -- I don't do relationships like this often."

"Me either," she nodded. "Not..." she shrugged. "You know..actually trying." Her legs moved, inching herself closer at his touch.

"So -- looks like we're gonna just figure this out as we go, huh?"

"I guess so. I can't...promise too much. I never know when I'm just going to...drop off the map for weeks or months at a time."

"And we never know where we're going," Dean sighed. "So -- we're pretty much in the same boat there."

She smirked lightly. "So...not much will really be changing I guess."

"Guess not," he laughed.

She leaned in closer and grinned, her hand slipping down his chest slowly and playfully. "Except now I'm allowed to shoot you if you screw someone else."

Dean considered this for a moment. "You wouldn't have done that before?"

"Mmmm...I'd have wanted to, but...I wouldn't really have had the right to."

He smirked. "Should have taken advantage while I had the chance." Her brow raised and her nails went into his stomach. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he laughed.

She smiled and let go, letting her fingers roam more gently then. "You should be glad I only went for your stomach."

"Just my stomach?" he sighed, pouting slightly.

"Well..with the nails at least," she smirked, her hands moving down further.

He grinned back at her, his hands sliding up and moving over his back as he pulled her closer.

She moved in closer again, leaning in to nip at his jaw slowly. "Are we missing anything with the game?"

"No," Dean snorted, nipping at her lips as they went. "The game wasn't that exciting anyway."

"Something must be exciting," she said dryly with a smirk, turning to brush her lips to his.

"Well, that probably has to do with the badass, sexy secret agent sitting in my lap."

She chuckled and shifted in his lap. "Don't you mean the badass, naked sexy secret agent? That's all yours?"

"Yes," he murmured as he leaned into the kiss more. "That too."

"Mmm..I say we forget the game and go to bed."

"I agree," he grinned, kicking off his jeans completely so that he could walk, before scooping her up and carrying her back over to the bed.

She squeaked a bit at that, but laughed and wrapped her legs around him. "Rarely see you move so fast."

"Well, when properly motivated," he murmured, nipping at her neck as he started to lay her back down on the bed.

She leaned back, letting out a soft moan and nodded. "I'll be happy to motivate you any time."

"I'll be happy to take it," he whispered, continuing as he went. She sighed and slid her fingers up through his hair. At that point it wasn't even about jumping into things like they usually did. She just wanted to enjoy him moving against her. He started to push whatever clothes were left off, moving as slowly as she wanted and just enjoying her while she was there. Her eyes opened and she watched him, her body moving up to meet him wherever her went. He rolled over once it was over, collapsing over on his side next to her and just pulling her close.

She curled up close in his arms and relaxed against him with a sigh. "You're going to make me never want to leave this cabin."

He just grinned at her. "Well, I knew my good looks would win you over eventually."

She chuckled into his chest. "Yea, once I got over that boring personality."

"Well -- what can you do? Sometimes you gotta make up for it elsewhere."

"Mmm," she sighed and kept close. "Luckily I don't have to worry about that, I'm perfect all around."

Dean laughed, before rubbing her shoulder lightly. "Yeah, guess so."

"Stay close," she murmured, already starting to drift off. "Might rub off on you."

"I think I can work with that," he murmured softly, eyes starting to close as well.