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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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[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...]

[Mercy wrapped herself around him, urging him on. The balloons were long gone and she was beyond the point of caution. She wanted him and he wanted her and neither of them was hurting anyone by it, so why not take a little comfort and pleasure.]

Please, Dean. Make love to me.

[The kisses became more heated and their lips seemed to barely part. dean breathed mostly through his nose, becoming drunk on the taste of Mercy. She managed to get some words out, miracle of miracles, and Dean smiled lazily down at her, where she stretched beneath him like a goddess.]

With pleasure...

[He kissed her again then slid down her body until his mouth was against one thigh. A pause, a deep inhale, and then his tongue was lapping between her legs, darting in and out, sucking on her...]

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[Mercy cried out, hands twined once again in his hair.]

Dean! Yes!

[He hummed a little in response, unwilling to stop what he was doing to say anything. He doubted he'd be coherent, anyway. He wanted her and apparently, she wanted him, the crazy woman. Yes, he was a handsome bastard, but his baggage had baggage.

He continued to lick and suckle, both hands on her hips to keep her steady, tongue and mouth intent on making her come like this.]

[She was so hot and aroused by what they'd been doing that his mouth and tongue on her was more than enough to send her crashing over the edge, telling out his name.]

[He sighed when she came and lapped at the juices. Then he pushed himself up and sat back on his heels, smiling at her with an intensity some might find alarming.

Dean licked his lips, wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. His erection bobbed at attention in front of him.]

You're delicious... and I don't have a condom...

[Two somewhat unrelated statements...]

[When she could speak again, she pushed herself back up on her elbows to watch him.]

I'm on the pill, but I have some in my bedroom.

[The pill she'd been on since that curse weekend where she'd thought she was married and she and her 'husband' had spent the weekend trying to get pregnant. That wasn't happening again. The condoms... Well, after that heated kids on the Impala... she'd gotten some just in case.

She couldn't quite resist reaching out to touch him, fascinated by his male anatomy that almost seemed to have a mind of its own.]

[A hand was touching him - and it wasn't his. Oh, bliss...]

Fuck, Mercy...

[He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. He hadn't been with anyone since coming here, and that had to be some kind of record.]

I'm clean, but I can... go digging in your bedroom for condoms if you want one...

[She kept stroking gently, loving the way he swallowed and the way his voice deepened even more as she touched him.]

If we go digging we go together. I'm not letting you leave me here like this.

[He might come to his senses and wonder what the hell he was doing with someone as plain as she was and that would just kill her right now.]

[His voice was deep to start with, but when being intimate, it did go lower. One day, he figured people might not be able to hear him, his voice would be so low.]

Is your bed clear of laundry?

[He didn't want to move, didn't want to lose the touch of her hand.]

[Was it? She was pretty sure the laundry was piled on the floor somewhere.]

Yeah.

But I'm not sure I can wait that long...

[His voice is a soft, husky growl.]

Then we won't wait...

[Dean leans down to cover her body again and kisses her. His hips shift, a hand slides one of her legs up a little and he enters her, not going in all the way, not yet.]

[She gasped and kissed him back hard as she wrapped that leg around him, holding still to prolong that initial feeling.]

Damn... that's perfect.

[Her kisses were enthusiastic: always a good sign. He savoured every last one of them, then sighed and smiled down at her, whispering...]

Good...

[Then he rocked his hips back and thrust forward, going deeper this time.]

[She cried out again and arched up into him, urging him on with her body. Her hands dug into his back, holding him closely to her.]

[Dean didn't need any further encouragement. He started to rock his hips, slow and deep, his lips pressing kisses along her throat, across where her pulse could be felt. He sucked a little, right there.]

[It was almost too good. She tried to muffle the sounds she was making with one hand, while the other clung to him, but really all she could think about was how he was making her feel.

One leg wrapped around him, keeping him close as she moved with him.]

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