poly_chromatic | 160 Howls: Video

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160 Howls: Video

[Someone has a handful of balloons floating along behind her. And is pointedly ignoring them. Or attempting to.]

Tried popping them. Doesn't seem to work.

[And the chorus behind her gets a bit louder.]

None of them ever loved you.

No one ever even wanted you.

[And the eerie hiss of another.]

And no one ever will.

Tried putting headphones on, but nothing seems to block them out.

[And more join in.]

Never fit in.

Never will.

Home? Not for you.

[And a particularly nasty hiss.]

You don't belong anywhere. Freak.

Please tell me these will be gone at midnight.

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[Touch. Dean was fine with that. As much as he wanted his hands on her skin, he wanted her to touch him, too. He hadn't given himself permission to indulge in any intimacy since being abducted by the City gods or revolutionaries or whatever. The situation was just too strange and constantly changing. Would Mercy even be here tomorrow?

And, in his line of work, wasn't living in the moment more important, anyway?]

Mercy...

[His voice was a soft, yet urgent, whisper.]

[Given Mercy's luck, the question was more likely would Dean be here tomorrow?

She looked up, eyes huge and dark, when Dean called her name. Her hands stilled from where they were tracing over the muscles of his chest and starting to drift lower over his abdomen.]

Yes...?

[His green eyes were intense as they slid from her eyes to her lips and to where her hand was going.]

At any time... If you want to stop this at any time you just... say something, okay? And... I'll stop. I promise.

[He swallowed.]

But right now? Please don't stop...

[She smiled at him, her heart touched by what he said.]

I will. You too. I'll be disappointed, but I'll stop.

But for right now...

[She let her hands start wandering again.]

I want this and I don't want to stop.

Likewise.

[He'd be disappointed, but he wouldn't do anything that Mercy felt she wasn't ready for. Dean smirked a little.]

I draw the line at balloons though. They can get their own.

[He leaned in to kiss her lips, his hands sliding up her back under her top.]

[Mercy glanced over at the clock.]

Another half hour and they'll be gone. Think we can last that long?

[She shivered as his hands went up under her t-shirt.]

Feel free to take off anything you want.

Maybe. Depends what we do in the meantime.

[His hands moved to the bottom edge of her top.]

Arms up, sweetheart.

So romantic...

[Not that she needed or wanted romance right now, but she did so enjoy teasing him. And she slid her hands up his chest before raising them up so he could remove her shirt.]

We could always pay strip poker, I suppose?

[Somehow she thought Dean could drag out this whole thing for another half hour or so easily.]

I know. I ooze romance and eat subtlety for breakfast.

[He eased her top over her head and let it drop to the floor as his eyes took in her smooth skin, her breasts, nestled still in a bra, and flat stomach.]

We could play strip poker, but...

[His eyes met hers again.]

You'd be cold real fast.

[That look, wow...

She swallowed hard, knees trembling a little, but managed to keep her cool and pose just a little for him.]

You think so, huh? You might just be surprised. I'm no pushover.

[Mostly she just wanted his hands and mouth back on her.]

Playing poker is one of the things I do to pay the bills, Mercy. Trust me. You'd be cold real fast.

[Her pose made her even more alluring. She was comfortable in her own skin, shifter or no. Dean placed his hands on her shoulders and dipped his head down until his lips rested overtop of one of her nipples. His teeth came into play then.]

[She gasped and her hands went back into his hair - to hold herself up, to urge him on...]

Yeah? Maybe we'll have to try sometime just for fun. But not now, I...

Damn... just... Don't stop that.

[He was quite content to nibble her her nipples - for now. His hands moved from her shoulders, down her torso, up her arms and down again. He tested one hand on her abdomen as his lips and teeth moved to warm and tingle her other nipple.]

[All he said to acknowledge that he'd heard her was...]

Mmm-hmmm...

[She tugged at him.]

Couch.

[If they were on the couch she could reach him better and touch him without worrying about her legs holding her up. And she wanted his weight on her. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit that.]

[That sounded like an order and Dean didn't mind it. The couch would make this easier.]

Yes, ma'am.

[She had him by his hair until he straightened, but he'd go willingly.]

[Mercy let go of him for a just a moment before sliding her hand down his arm to take his hand and pull him to the couch. She'd thought about this since she'd first met this Dean. Back home she might have taken this slower, but here, life was so uncertain. You never knew how long you'd have with someone. She'd stayed on the pill since that cursed weekend where she'd believed herself married to Harry and they'd spent the weekend trying to get pregnant.

And had spent the next six weeks hoping she wasn't, especially after Harry had gone home so soon after.

She wasn't going to take that chance again.

Dean was... She liked him. She wanted him. If not tonight then sometime fairly soon. Was he someone who'd want to be with her exclusively? She didn't know, though there was always that hope. But she'd been trapped here for more years than she wanted to think about, away from family and friends and constantly losing those she'd made here. She didn't need to hide, people knew what she was, so that argument wasn't valid here.

Why shouldn't she take what she wanted if the other person was willing? And there was no doubt Dean was.

She sank back into the couch, letting him follow or not as he chose, though her eyes said she hoped he would.]

[Dean was certainly willing and the attraction was obviously mutual. He'd been thinking about this since... well, probably not since he first arrived, injured his leg and had to deal with being abducted into another dimension or whatever this freaky place could be called, though his first encounter with Mercy was when she was cursed to be sexy - even more sexy than she already was, naturally, which had a hell of an impact.

He'd thought about what it would be like to kiss her and his mind might have drifted into further fantasy, but that had developed as he'd been able to get to know her better, even though it was mostly over the network. Then he'd paid a visit to the garage and the kissing had just happened and then --

Dean followed her down to the couch, trying not to put too much of his weight on her. His legs straddled hers, their hips as aligned as two people of different heights could get, and he promptly leaned down and kissed her with a slow, open-mouthed passion.]

[Mercy slid her hands up his back, loving the feel of the warmth and movement of his muscles under her touch. And damn, but he could kiss.

She kissed him back, letting herself get lost in him and the kiss. Balloons? Who could even hear them anymore when she was this distracted?]

[Warm hands on his skin was something he'd been missing. Man, Mercy had nice hands: mechanic's hands, sure, but gentle, applying just enough pressure to the muscles on his back. God, he'd bet she gave wonderful massages.

Dean slid his hands between her back and the couch cushions and unclasped her bra, his tongue still busy exploring her mouth, his forearms resting briefly on the couch. This also meant his chest rested briefly on her. The lace was soft, but it was in the way.]

[Mercy loved feeling his weight on her, and she couldn't help but wriggle a little as he unhooked her bra. She wanted his hands on her breasts so badly.]

Please, yes...

[He smiled against her mouth and reluctantly broke the kiss. Sitting up, his bottom resting on the top of her thighs, he pulled his hands free and lifted the straps of her bra along her arms.]

God, you're... perfect...

[The bra want away and Dean leaned down to wrap his lips around one of her nipples.]

[She blushed. She wasn't perfect. She knew all too well her limitations and had had them pointed out more than enough times.]

I'm not. I'm -

[And the rest of her words disappeared in a gasp as Dean took her nipples in his mouth.]

[If Dean ever finds out that people point out 'imperfections' to Mercy, he'll be ticked off at them. Rudeness has its place, but not in bed.

The gasp is good to hear. While his tongue lavishes one nipple, the fingers of one of his hands lightly pinches and rolls her other nipple. Little, hard nubs, both of them. He sucks on the first, nibbles with his teeth a little, then switches breasts and repeats.]

[Not in bed. But growing up coyote in a werewolf pack ensured that you heard a lot about your shortcomings and how you'd never be able to be considered beautiful.

All she could do for the moment was hold on, digging her fingers into his back as if that would help ground her from the feel of his mouth and hands on her breasts. Her head fell back and she moaned in pleasure.]

[That delicious moan of hers went straight to his groin, which was already perking up to the look and feel of engaging in pleasurable activities with a beautiful woman. Her fingers felt good on his muscles and her let out a little groan of his own as he thought of what else her hands could do - aside from wonders on a car engine.

Dean's mouth left her nipple and he licked the skin between her breasts with a broad, flat tongue.]

You taste good, little coyote...

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