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avandell2008-07-30 09:52 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2008-07-30 09:52 pm
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the same hot blood burning in our veins
Title: the same hot blood burning in our veins
Characters: Dean, Jess (Dean/Jess)
Rating: R for sex and language
Word Count: 327
Disclaimer: No profit is made.
Summary: The high of a job well done doesn't dull, each time slamming full force like a tidal wave of adrenaline and endorphins.
Notes: Written for theun_love_you prompt 26 - I can be like you. Table is here. For those of you following this series, this story takes place significantly later in the timeline than the ones previously posted. Also a part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project. Title is from "Adam Raised a Cain."
the same hot blood burning in our veins
Sam, Jess is almost ashamed to admit, is no longer the singular focus of her mission. After so many months of hunting, her anger has dampened, turned into a concentrated, ever-burning ember, waiting to be awakened when the moment is right.
For now, she's found a strange sense of accomplishment in the small hunts she and Dean have taken on. The high of a job well done doesn't dull, each time slamming full force like a tidal wave of adrenaline and endorphins. The feeling is practically orgasmic on its own and is only intensified by the fact that she knows Dean feels the same way.
She knows, of course, because after every job well done, he fucks her senseless, giving and taking until the adrenaline wears out. Jess doesn't mind; she has a fair amount of stamina. And Dean – well, Dean can go on for days, it seems like, on foreplay alone. She doesn't completely understand it, but he loves going down on her, making her come with just his teeth and tongue.
When a hunt goes sour, though, when there are too many casualties or there are children involved, it's a different story. Then, it's desperate, painful sex, the kind that only takes and never gives back. It's push and pull, each of them trying to get lost in the other and never quite succeeding.
Jess wonders if he has always been like this, using a willing body to find release. From what Sam told her of him before, he has. Even more, she wonders if she has always been like this, a constant hum of adrenaline and need just waiting to be unleashed by the thrill of the hunt. She doesn't know, can't remember what she was like before the fire.
She supposes it doesn't really matter. This is what she is now, a fighter and a hunter, stripped down to her basest of instincts.
She's a little scared of how happy it makes her.
*
Lyrics to "Adam Raised a Cain" are here.
Feedback, as always, is loved.
Characters: Dean, Jess (Dean/Jess)
Rating: R for sex and language
Word Count: 327
Disclaimer: No profit is made.
Summary: The high of a job well done doesn't dull, each time slamming full force like a tidal wave of adrenaline and endorphins.
Notes: Written for the
un_love_you prompt 26 - I can be like you. Table is here. For those of you following this series, this story takes place significantly later in the timeline than the ones previously posted. Also a part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project. Title is from "Adam Raised a Cain."the same hot blood burning in our veins
Sam, Jess is almost ashamed to admit, is no longer the singular focus of her mission. After so many months of hunting, her anger has dampened, turned into a concentrated, ever-burning ember, waiting to be awakened when the moment is right.
For now, she's found a strange sense of accomplishment in the small hunts she and Dean have taken on. The high of a job well done doesn't dull, each time slamming full force like a tidal wave of adrenaline and endorphins. The feeling is practically orgasmic on its own and is only intensified by the fact that she knows Dean feels the same way.
She knows, of course, because after every job well done, he fucks her senseless, giving and taking until the adrenaline wears out. Jess doesn't mind; she has a fair amount of stamina. And Dean – well, Dean can go on for days, it seems like, on foreplay alone. She doesn't completely understand it, but he loves going down on her, making her come with just his teeth and tongue.
When a hunt goes sour, though, when there are too many casualties or there are children involved, it's a different story. Then, it's desperate, painful sex, the kind that only takes and never gives back. It's push and pull, each of them trying to get lost in the other and never quite succeeding.
Jess wonders if he has always been like this, using a willing body to find release. From what Sam told her of him before, he has. Even more, she wonders if she has always been like this, a constant hum of adrenaline and need just waiting to be unleashed by the thrill of the hunt. She doesn't know, can't remember what she was like before the fire.
She supposes it doesn't really matter. This is what she is now, a fighter and a hunter, stripped down to her basest of instincts.
She's a little scared of how happy it makes her.
*
Lyrics to "Adam Raised a Cain" are here.
Feedback, as always, is loved.
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The original draft of this actually had a whole paragraph about how it was November again and it'd been a year blah blah blah, but I've decided to save that for another fic. ;)
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this one was amazing btw
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Hurty, as always, my dear.
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And thank you! I tried to make this one a little less hurty, but I didn't quite succeed.
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I'm glad you like it! :D
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I liked this. I also liked that, for once in this verse, Dean wasn't a complete bastard.
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same
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I always felt like Jess and Dean really probably would have gotten along well if they'd spent more time together, so I've had fun exploring that with these stories.