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He’s still holding her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around him. He’s only just pulled out of her after trying to catch his breath, and, when that didn’t work, mouthing nonsense into the skin of her shoulder — an excuse to keep his lips on her.
He’s not sure if she knows, but she’s still gripping his hair, still digging her fingers into his back. When he pulls away and turns his head to look at her, her eyes are still closed, her chest still heaving.
He nudges the underside of her chin with his nose to get her attention. Her skin is damp and flushed, her cheeks rosy.
“You okay?” he asks, and his own voice sounds faraway.
Her eyes crack open a tiny bit, but that’s all he needs because they’re so expressive. Then, as if remembering herself, they widen, and her hand stops playing with his hair.
“That was…” she pauses, searching for the right words — as if he can’t tell.
“So fucking hot,” he finishes for her.
Everything about it — the sounds she made, the way her tongue tasted, the feel of her chest pressed against his — was unbelievable. Better than he thought it would be when he watched her dance across the room. Better than he imagined when she smugly said, “I don’t do roller coasters.” Better than he pictured all those nights alone in bed — or in the shower.
She closes her eyes again and lets out a small laugh, tilting her head back so that it makes a small hollow thump when it touches the beam behind her.
“Yeah,” she says, and Dean feels a swell of pride in his chest.
He knows he’s good. But knowing he’s good for her is the ego boost he didn’t know he needed.
She pushes his shoulders and wiggles her legs, and he understands that she wants to be let down, even though he doesn’t want to break his hold.
As soon as her feet hit the ground, she wobbles, and Dean, with a smirk, holds out a steadying hand.
“Don’t,” she says.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Her eyes are trained on his fingers as he fastens the button on his pants and pulls up the zipper. She blushes when he catches her, her hands coming down to absentmindedly smooth out her gauzy skirt.
“I can take the pants off if you want to—”
“No!” The fire in her eyes makes him chuckle. “One time thing, remember?”
She’s looking around the room, searching for something he knows doesn’t exist. He shrugs on his coat while she avoids his eyes and he stalks towards her. When he’s close enough to hear her breath hitch, he takes her chin between his thumb and finger, tilting her head up, forcing her to look at him.
“Sure,” he says. “One time thing.”
He swallows her small gasp with his lips and smirks against her mouth when she claws at his shirt.