poly_chromatic | 160 Howls: Video

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[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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[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...

[She laughed a little shakily.]

Can't say I've had anyone else call me that at a moment like this.

But I like it.

[She arched her back to give him better access.]

Taste all you like.

What can I say? I'm special...

[Then he licked down to her belly button, poked his tongue into it briefly, then continued down. He scooted back and both hands went to the top of her jeans, unoing the top button. Dean looked up at her as he pulled down the zipper.]

Hope you don't mind...

[Mercy wriggled under him, not able to keep still when his tongue went into her belly button.]

"Oh please yes! Dean... Damn..."

[She couldn't reach him from this angle, so her hands dug into the couch as she tried desperately to ground herself.]

[He finished with the zipper and climbed off the couch to properly pull her jeans off. This left Mercy in just her underpants. Dean licked his lips, tossed her jeans aside and gave her a head to toe look. That he was aroused would be obvious by the bulge in his pants, if the look in his eyes wasn't enough. He climbed back onto the couch and dipped his head between her legs to press his face gently against her panties.]

[That look. Damn. If Mercy had been standing her knees would have gone right out from under her. And when his head went between her legs all she could do was moan.]

Dean...

[The tone of her voice was good to hear. Dean nuzzled between her legs with his nose, breathing her in, then placed his open mouth to her panties and breathed out. That done he hummed against her with an...]

Uh-huh?

[And that would be Mercy moaning again. Her head went back, eyes closed, unable to do anything but feel and make low guttural noises.]

[Dean decided to pull her underwear down with his teeth, at least until he'd reached her thighs. It worked out, mostly, then he used his hands to pull them off the rest of the way.

And there lay Mercy, at his, well...]

Look at you, sweetheart. Naked and at my... mercy...

[She couldn't help but laugh a little breathlessly.]

Leave it to you to make a pun at a time like this.

Well...?

Here I am. And you are rather overdressed.

[He grinned.]

I am the Pun-Master.

[Her underwear was tossed in a random direction and landed... somewhere. Doubtless, Mercy would be able to find them later.]

I am overdressed, aren't I?

[And with that, he removed his remaining clothing: boots, socks, jeans and, finally, his boxers. He dropped them to the floor and stood there for a few beats, taking her in with his eyes, his body reacting to being naked with a beautiful woman in the room.]

But now, I'm naked as the day I was born, only... bigger.

[Mercy propped herself up on her elbows and smiled up at him, eyes even darker than usual with her arousal. Damn, but he was handsome.]

I'm finding that the bigger works for me.

But now you're too far away.

[She beckoned.]

Come here.

[Dean was more than happy to oblige. Without consciously trying, he practically stalked toward her, his own eyes quite intense. He knelt on the couch near her feet and slowly crawled up her body as he spoke.]

I hear and I happily obey...

[The stalking made part of her want to run and another part to submit.

All of her reached for him, tugging him up to cover her.]

Kiss me.

[Dean stopped moving slowly then. He lunged a little, his lips meeting hers as if waiting any longer was becoming impossible and her voice was all he needed. He lowered his body onto hers, enjoying the sensation of skin against skin, the press of her breasts against his chest, the taste of her lips, the press of his arousal against her thigh...]

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