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in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
Title: in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
Characters: Dean, Jamie, Sam (Dean/Jamie)
Rating: R, for sexing and some language
Word Count: 3436
Summary: "What can I say? If I had waited on you to rescue me, we probably wouldn't be here right now."
Notes: Porn… with a plot! Sort of. Written as part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project (song is "American Land"). Thanks to
elanurel for coercing convincing me to write this, to
joans23 for the awesome beta work, and
aislinamara for the hand-holding and cheerleading.
This story has been moved to the AO3.
You took a self-defense course at the local police academy, but it didn't prepare you to actually defend yourself.
Characters: Dean, Jamie, Sam (Dean/Jamie)
Rating: R, for sexing and some language
Word Count: 3436
Summary: "What can I say? If I had waited on you to rescue me, we probably wouldn't be here right now."
Notes: Porn… with a plot! Sort of. Written as part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project (song is "American Land"). Thanks to
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This story has been moved to the AO3.
You took a self-defense course at the local police academy, but it didn't prepare you to actually defend yourself.
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*earsplitting cheers and applause*
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sirMa'am, may we have some more? ;)(no subject)
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Really enjoyed it. Thanks so much for sharing. :)
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Like how you got into Jamie's headspace here. Engaging and delightful.
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Next to go are his pants; he helps to shuck them, so he's lying on your bed in nothing but briefs and knee-high socks. It shouldn't be nearly as attractive as it is.
*giggle snorts*
You find Dean standing in your kitchen, wearing that hideous pink bathrobe your grandmother gave you for Christmas the year before she died. He's slathering butter on a slice of toast, and you can smell bacon frying. As he works, he hums something utterly tuneless that could be rock or could be Mozart, oblivious to the fact that you're watching him putter around your kitchen like he lives here.
Great mental image, and I love that he has no issue with being in the pink bathrobe.
I also loved the sex scene. Dean coming early, and then falling asleep. Got to love imperfect sex.
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LOL! Hmm... I can't imagine the inspiration for this.
Good fic!
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