Title: Backseat

Author: Karmyn

Rating: M

Characters/Pairing: Dean/Bela

Summary: Celebrating a successful case in the backseat of the Impala. Established relationship.

Notes: Pretty much just sex. In the mood for a bit of smut. Inspired by this pic on tumblr. .com/post/14063196343/reminds-me-of-a-certain-hunter-and-thief-in-the Enjoy!

The case had been a bit harder then usual lately and Dean was secretly grateful to have Bela's help. It had been two weeks since he had seen her and when she looked up at him with those sea green eyes, he couldn't wait until they got back to her hotel. He had to have her right then. Good thing Sammy was off doing research or something. He knew Dean would want time alone with Bela.

The skirt Bela is wearing is just barely long enough to cover everything, shorter than he's used to seeing her in. But still long enough that he's itching to push it up, pull down her panties, and take her right there. But he's disciplined enough to wait a few minutes until they're at the car before he grabs her and kisses her.

Bela reacts instantly, kissing him back hungrily, already thrusting her hips against him. He's already hard and ready, his erection straining against the zipper of his suit pants. He wants nothing more than to be inside her, but they are still somewhat in public. He manages to open the car door with one hand while the other caresses her hip.

Bela has barely settled into the back seat before Dean joins her, one hand pushing up her skirt as they continue to kiss. He pushes up her skirt far enough to remove her panties and is not surprised to find her already wet and ready for him. There is no time for foreplay. He needs her too badly. He breaks the kiss for a moment to unzip himself and then he's kissing her again as he enters her.

She gasps at the suddenness of being filled by him, so big and hard, so much a part of her. Two weeks without him and it's almost like the first time again. He can do things she can't do to herself and they may relieve the tension, but toys don't cuddle afterward. Not as big as the real thing, either. He's moving now, in and out, in and out, and she knows neither will last long. Later there will be time to play more, right now it's just them, him inside her, chasing orgasm.

It ends with shouts and fireworks and gasps of pleasure before he pulls out. He moves to sit beside her, not even bothering to pull up his pants yet. "I take it you missed me," she says with a laugh.

"Like you wouldn't believe," he answers with a laugh of his own.

And later, back at her hotel, they continue their reunion.