Drive
Rating: R (violence, sexual situations (maybe who knows), language)
Author: yasmine32068
Summary: A friend begged me to write the missing love scene from Silk and Steel… LoveJeter this one is for you baby!!!

Disclaimer: Muse, did you check the couch? How about the bottom of my purse? Nope, no money found. Supernatural characters were not harmed in the writing of this piece of fiction. Sorry guys, no money made in using these characters either. Supernatural and the CW are still raking it in. Thanks for asking.

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All I got was a dial tone on the other end. It took a half a heartbeat to realize that he’d hung up and oh god, if he hung up he was on his way here. I scrambled out of the tub thankful that I didn’t break my neck. I’d barely dried off when there was a heavy-handed knock on the door. I slipped my short satin robe on and belted it tightly at my waist. I had every intention of sending him back to his own room. Except I took one look in his eyes and I couldn’t do it. He had that boyish mix of wanting something he knew better than to ask for and sheer hunger.

His mouth came down hard against mine. Nothing but lips and teeth, there was very little finesse for either of us. He burst forth in my head fueled by heat. I could only gasp as his fingers tore my clip out of my hair.

My hands scrabbled for purchase across his shoulders, my lips and teeth nipping at his neck. I shuddered against him when his calloused hands gripped my ass and he lifted me against him. He kicked the door shut behind him. I was busy trying to tear his tee shirt out from where it had gotten caught in between our bodies. I craved the feel of his skin against mine.

His flannel shirt was quickly stripped away in the rush of hungry hands. The man wore to many clothes as far as I was concerned. I gasped when he all but flung me down on the bed.

His hard body slid between my thighs when he followed me down. I gasped at the sensation of him rubbing against me, enjoying the heavy weight of him pressing me into the mattress. He fought with my knotted belt at my waist. He pulled away enough to let me jerk his tee shirt over his head. I gripped his amulet and jerked his mouth against mine with a faint growl.

“Dean,” I begged hoarsely, arching against him. Tearing a groan from him. “Please,” I panted. “I need.”

Everywhere he touched felt like liquid fire and pleasure. He held my hips in a tight grip trying to still my anxious movements against him. I raked my nails across his back when he feathered his open mouth across my sensitive nipples and came apart in his arms.

“Christ,” he panted wetly against my throat.

We both scrambled for the belt at his waist. Hands and fingers getting in the way of each other, desperate to get his pants out of the way. He finally gave up trying to help and tugged his wallet out of his back pocket, while I fumbled for his zipper. He was so hard and thick behind his zipper, for a moment I froze a little frightened of what was going on.

Then Dean’s mouth is on mine, warm and wet. Making me forget to be afraid, afraid of this stranger between my thighs. He refueled the driving want with a firm rocking of his body against mine.

“We can stop,” he grunted out. I blinked bleary eyes open. His face was tight with his need, with his want. He thrust against my body in small movements almost as if he were as helpless as I was in the face of this driving need.

“No,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh thank god,” came his muttered reply.

He pulled away long enough to get the condom on. Before pressing urgently against me. His first thrust tore a gasp from my lips. My back arched under the intrusion. I was suddenly too full, too closed in. I writhed under him, trying to find a comfortable place. He held himself so still above me that he trembled.

“Andy,” he panted. His hand brushed my hair back from my face. I turned my head away from him feeling vulnerable and awkward. He eased back giving me room to breath.

“Dean please,” I panted, not at all sure what I wanted but knowing that there was something more, something bigger.

He moved against me. I could almost hear his teeth grind together as he fought for control, until it broke. He shuddered against me, panting through his completion. For a moment I wasn’t sure what happened, except I was left aching for something that I’d gotten a teasing taste of before it was taken away from me.

I felt him slip off the bed. I rolled to my side feeling just a little insecure. I wasn’t good at this whole sex thing that much was painfully obvious.

“Hey,” his voice was soft and gravely. His calloused hands stroked down the curve of my back before he eased into bed with me, curling around me. “God Andy I’m so sorry,” he bit out remorsefully.

“For what?” I whispered.

“Not being,” he hesitated and rubbed his cheek against my shoulder. “Give me time and I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered suggestively against my neck. I could already feel his body trying to rise to the occasion.

“I should have warned you that I wasn’t any good at sex,” I could feel him freeze behind me.

“Why would you think that you weren’t good at sex?”

I lifted a shoulder.

“Andy,” his hands were instant as he rolled me over on my back. He eyes were full of concern. “You were perfect,” he hesitated a moment.

“I was?”

He nodded solemnly. “Just let me show you how perfect you were.”

The second time was even better than the first and while I might not have been perfect, he was.