Dean's a . .. spider?

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"So can I ask you something?" she quizzed, tilting her head as she looked at him.

"Anything," he replied, gently kissing the rapidly closing puncture marks.

"We're not done yet, are we?" she asked in a hopeful voice. Dean burst out laughing as he held her tight.

"Not even close," he said, grinning at as he lay her down on the bed again, leaning in to kiss her. He ran his tongue over the side of her neck, making his way down to her chest. He curled his tongue around a taut nipple, pulling the sensitive nub into his mouth as his fingers trailed over her sides, towards the juncture between her legs. Just as he was about to bite down on the nub in his mouth, her phone began to ring.

"Damn," she exclaimed as she moved to get up.

"Let it ring," he whispered, sucking a little harder on the nipple in his mouth.

"I can't, it's probably my friend Lainey, she's really paranoid, if I don't answer she'll be over here with a stun gun and a first aid kit to find out what's wrong," said Marie, reluctantly rolling out of the bed to find her phone. Dean groaned as she shifted, her warm body slipping out from under his. He leaned on his elbows and watched as she grabbed her phone off the dresser and answered it.

"Hey Lain, can I call you later? I'm a bit busy right now," she said, her back facing Dean.

"No, I'm not going to work today, it's my day off," she said, answering the person on the phone, oblivous to the Dean sliding off the bed and moving towards her. She jumped when she felt his arms wrap around her waist and his lips brushed over her shoulder blade.

"Yeah Lain, I'm ok, just uh, saw a spider," she said, trying to cover up the gasp she'd let out. Dean grinned as he worked a finger inside of her.

"Oh God," gasped Marie as he began to pump his finger inside of her, his talented digit massaging the sensitive patch of flesh inside her, making her knees weak.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, the spider just moved closer, I have to go unngghh kill it," she said in a strained voice, quickly hanging up the phone and tossing it to the side, not really caring where it landed.

"A spider huh?," asked Dean in an amused voice before as he slipped his finger out of her and turning her to face him.

"That was just evil," she said with a rueful grin.

"I couldn't help myself," he said, fingers trailing her back as he backed her against her dresser, puting his hands on her hips and spinning her around so she was facing the mirror.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously, her eyes drifting shut, as she felt him rub his hard length against her as he gripped her hips.

"Watch us baby," he whispered, motioning to the mirror with his chin as he slowly slid into her from behind.

"Uunnnhhh," she whimpered softly at the feel of him, gripping the edges of the dresser as she stared at his reflection, slowly pumping into her, one hand massaging her right breast as the other slid over her hips before dipping between her legs to find her nub, rubbing and pressing at the fleshy bundle of nerves.

"Prop your leg up on the dresser," he whispered as he bit down gently on her shoulder.

"That's my girl," he murmured in a husky voice when she complied without question. He increased the pressure of his fingers on her nub as he began to thrust into her hot center at a faster pace.

"Oh God," she moaned, tilting her head back into his shoulder as the pleasure intensified.

"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured as he continued to drive into her

"Let go, cum for me baby," he rasped in her ear as he plunged into her even faster. She cried out as she felt herself hurtling over that glorious edge, her knees turning to jelly as she quivered and trembled around him. He spun her around, kissing her with a fiery passion as he picked her up and carried her back to the bed. He stared down at her as she looked up at him with large trusting eyes, he grinned down at her as he leaned down and kissed her. Dean took hold of her thighs, squeezing gently as he guided her legs to wrap around his waist, elliciting a loud, breathless moan from her as he slipped inside her again.

"May I?" he asked in that sexy gravelly voice as he pumped his hips, showing her his fangs.

"Oh God yes," she moaned as he sped up his thrusting. She turned her head slightly, fully expecting him to sink his fangs in her neck. Her eyes went wide in suprise and she let out a short cry when she felt him sink them into her right breast instead, just above the nipple. Marie bit her bottom lip at the sting of pain which quickly disolved into pleasure as Dean's tongue slid around the nipple, pulling it deeper in his mouth as he sucked hard. Marie felt like she was going insane at the sensations assaulting her body. His hot mouth was working delicious wonders on her chest, as his hips rammed into hers, pounding on her sweet spot as his pelvis slid over her nub, almost like it had a mind of it's own. She gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he sped up a bit.

"You ok baby?" he asked, wanting to be sure he wasn't hurting her, but not quite certain he could stop. Marie had no breath left in her to reply, she felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room and she was drowning in a sea of pleasure and passion and she was loving every second of it. She nodded, letting him know she was ok. He grinned before biting just above her left nipple, his hips never faltering in their frantic mommentum. He felt her body begin to quiver signalling that she was about to soar over the edge again. He grinned against the nipple in his mouth as he sucked harder before speeding his thrusts, plunging as fast and hard as he could, wanting to reach his peak with her this time.

Marie let out a full on scream as she peaked so hard she couldn't remember her own name. Dean plunged into her a few more times before he exploded inside her. He slumped against her before quickly rolling off to the side to avoid crushing her with his muscular bulk. Marie lay on the bed, motionless, panting heavily, still experiencing small pleasure aftershocks. Dean wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her to him, wrapping her small frame with his decidedly bulky one.

"You alright?" he asked as he brushed her hair off her face.

"Mmmhmm," she murmured with a nod as she gazed up at him. Dean couldn't help but smile at the dazed look on her face. He was mildly proud of himself for being the cause of her 'pleasure-induced-stupor' .

"Mine," he whispered as he leaned down to gently lick at the rapidly healing puncture wounds he'd created.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly as her eyes began to flutter closed. Dean grinned as he pulled her closer, enveloping her in his arms.

"Mine," he repeated as he gently kissed her forehead.

"No, mine," she whispered as she slid her arms around his chest, her head resting in the crook of his arm, drifting into slumber. Dean chuckled softly as he stroked her hair with his free hand.

"Forever," he whispered as he kissed the top of her head, happier than he'd been in centuries. She was his now and nobody could change that.

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