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avandell2008-06-07 01:37 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2008-06-07 01:37 pm
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the burning passion of a thousand suns
Title: the burning passion of a thousand suns
Characters: Dean, Jess (Dean/Jess)
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and some language)
Word Count: 574
Summary: She squeezes her eyes shut and tries not to think about it.
Notes: Written for theun_love_you prompt: I want you to hate me. Table is here. This takes place after draw your shades and your shutters, though it is not necessary to read that first. Title is from a line in 10 Things I Hate About You.
the burning passion of a thousand suns
Dean punishes her for leaving.
When they stop for the night, he turns on the television and flips through the channels until he finds the raunchiest show available without actually paying money. Jess rolls onto her side and tries to ignore whatever Dean is watching, as well as Dean himself, who has started to rustle under the sheets in a way that makes her distinctly uncomfortable.
When the moans on the television are matched with grunts from the other bed, she squeezes her eyes shut and tries not to think about what he is undoubtedly doing. It only works marginally well, and she finds herself pressing her thighs together in a fruitless attempt to do something (whether it’s becoming aroused or avoiding it, she isn’t sure). Finally, she hears a long, guttural moan and the TV is turned off as Dean gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom.
"You still awake?" he asks when he returns.
Jess isn’t sure what to say, so she doesn’t say anything.
This routine continues for several nights in a row before she comes up with a counter-attack. She requests a room with a king and tells Dean it was all they had. He grumbles, but they settle into their nightly ritual, Jess changing in the bathroom, Dean stripping down in the room, neither of them saying a word.
The television is already on when she comes out, Dean flipping through the channels until he settles on a skanky reality show with girls trying to prove to some D-list celebrity they’re the skankiest. Jess watches it (and Dean) with interest.
He doesn’t notice at first, too intent on the television to notice how avidly she observes him. When he finally realizes she’s not hiding under the blankets, his boxers are already tented, but he merely raises an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"
She shrugs and turns her attention to the TV, the show back from commercials. "Curious, is all," she says.
Dean shrugs too, as if to say she can enjoy the live show if she likes. Jess leans back with her legs splayed wantonly across the bed, her hand making lazy circles on her thigh. It doesn’t take long for him to notice when she slips her hand inside her panties.
"Like what you see?" she asks. He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t really need to, with the way his eyes are hooded, pupils dark with desire, and damp showing against his shorts.
She reaches for him, strokes his erection through his boxers, grins a little when he bites back a groan, the skanks on TV forgotten. She rolls, slipping her hand out of her panties and into his boxers, running it (slick with her) along the tip of his cock. She keeps stroking him, trying to gauge what will and what won’t make him come.
His eyelids start to flutter when she presses her fingers against the base of his cock, and she immediately pulls away, taking her hand out of his boxers and wiping it on the bed spread.
She gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash her hands, and when she returns, Dean’s freed himself from his boxers, finishing himself off and glaring at her darkly.
"Fucking tease," he half-groans. She doesn’t have anything to say to that, but she glares back, angry at him and at herself for being turned on as she watches him. "Bitch," he grunts just before he comes.
***
Um, this is my first NC-17 fic, so be gentle?
Characters: Dean, Jess (Dean/Jess)
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and some language)
Word Count: 574
Summary: She squeezes her eyes shut and tries not to think about it.
Notes: Written for the
un_love_you prompt: I want you to hate me. Table is here. This takes place after draw your shades and your shutters, though it is not necessary to read that first. Title is from a line in 10 Things I Hate About You.the burning passion of a thousand suns
Dean punishes her for leaving.
When they stop for the night, he turns on the television and flips through the channels until he finds the raunchiest show available without actually paying money. Jess rolls onto her side and tries to ignore whatever Dean is watching, as well as Dean himself, who has started to rustle under the sheets in a way that makes her distinctly uncomfortable.
When the moans on the television are matched with grunts from the other bed, she squeezes her eyes shut and tries not to think about what he is undoubtedly doing. It only works marginally well, and she finds herself pressing her thighs together in a fruitless attempt to do something (whether it’s becoming aroused or avoiding it, she isn’t sure). Finally, she hears a long, guttural moan and the TV is turned off as Dean gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom.
"You still awake?" he asks when he returns.
Jess isn’t sure what to say, so she doesn’t say anything.
This routine continues for several nights in a row before she comes up with a counter-attack. She requests a room with a king and tells Dean it was all they had. He grumbles, but they settle into their nightly ritual, Jess changing in the bathroom, Dean stripping down in the room, neither of them saying a word.
The television is already on when she comes out, Dean flipping through the channels until he settles on a skanky reality show with girls trying to prove to some D-list celebrity they’re the skankiest. Jess watches it (and Dean) with interest.
He doesn’t notice at first, too intent on the television to notice how avidly she observes him. When he finally realizes she’s not hiding under the blankets, his boxers are already tented, but he merely raises an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"
She shrugs and turns her attention to the TV, the show back from commercials. "Curious, is all," she says.
Dean shrugs too, as if to say she can enjoy the live show if she likes. Jess leans back with her legs splayed wantonly across the bed, her hand making lazy circles on her thigh. It doesn’t take long for him to notice when she slips her hand inside her panties.
"Like what you see?" she asks. He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t really need to, with the way his eyes are hooded, pupils dark with desire, and damp showing against his shorts.
She reaches for him, strokes his erection through his boxers, grins a little when he bites back a groan, the skanks on TV forgotten. She rolls, slipping her hand out of her panties and into his boxers, running it (slick with her) along the tip of his cock. She keeps stroking him, trying to gauge what will and what won’t make him come.
His eyelids start to flutter when she presses her fingers against the base of his cock, and she immediately pulls away, taking her hand out of his boxers and wiping it on the bed spread.
She gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash her hands, and when she returns, Dean’s freed himself from his boxers, finishing himself off and glaring at her darkly.
"Fucking tease," he half-groans. She doesn’t have anything to say to that, but she glares back, angry at him and at herself for being turned on as she watches him. "Bitch," he grunts just before he comes.
***
Um, this is my first NC-17 fic, so be gentle?
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Seriously, though, this was really good, hon! *smish*
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