"What delicate features;
What pain you bore.
One born of fire.
The other of war.
Your sword and your shield
Will not end your strife.
Only lives can you take
When you pick up your knife.
But an addiction begins
When you first feel warm blood,
And soon you dream dreams
Of a red colored flood.
So you cover delicate features
In clothes made of black.
But the hole in your heart-
Stays unfilled in attack.”
An original poem.
Lela’s made a friend.
Dean paused in his actions, staring down at the clothing in his hands. Sure, he wasn’t one to be bashful when it came to naked bodies and pretty girls, but this was just a little different — especially as for the first time in a long time, he was with someone and not driven by alcohol at the same time. “Uh,” he started, eyes flicking back to the clock. His phone was probably overridden with messages from Sam, asking where the hell he was and how they had that meeting with whoever in two minutes, but hey — he couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that.
The cloth slipped through his fingers, pants landing in a pile on the floor and probably developing creases since the moment they touched the bare wooden floorboards. Wordlessly he followed Carrie across the room and into the small bathroom waiting.
Sure enough, there was a shower: open and ready. With a muttered, “Don’t mind if I do,” the hunter skimmed his knuckles over the bare back he stood in front and leaned over Carrie’s shoulder to reach out and switch on the shower. And he’d admit it; as he returned back , he dropped a small kiss into her hair. If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it right.
She grinned feeling the delicate kiss to her head, and that was the gesture that brought a blush to her cheeks. Lela had experienced many kisses from many naked men in her life, but that kiss was one she had never come across. Just as Jonas was a man like no other. The blonde looked up at him with the closest thing to love a drifter could have in their eyes, wrapped an arm around him to place her hand on the back of his neck, and allowed her lips to glide over his gently once before they captured his.
The water seemed to pour from the shower head above, making everything slick but also creating the illusion of perfection in the way the water sparkled on their skin. Lela continued kissing Jonas, relishing each second that passed and trying to store it in a special place in her mind. As the kiss continued, she pressed herself closer to him. Every nerve in her body seemed to light themselves on fire as their bodies touched, and she could only wonder if she had felt the same the night before. However, she pushed that thought aside. It had passed, and this was now. Her with a beautiful man treating her gently and lovingly after a night of sex neither could remember.
Lela broke the kiss to look up at him with a desire to gauge what he was thinking. She couldn’t hold in her smile anymore, though. “Jonas,” her blush deepened, and she honestly couldn’t believe she was going to say this out loud. “You’re the first man to ever be gentle with me.” Her heart felt like it was going to explode.
Got the first couple replies out and queued. It’s at least a start.
Now, just eighteen drafts to go.
Selena was chewing on her nail as she scrolled down the page, looking at the Article displayed on the screen. Suspicious disappearances, with no trace left behind, near a play in West Virgina…didn’t seem abnormal but they could look into it. It was better than staying at the bunker while Sam and Dean worked a vamps nest in Florida.
"Hm…hey! Lela!!" Selena called out to the blonde. "Think I got us a case to look into while the boys are gone!!" She set down her laptop and jumped off the kitchen counter.
The blonde had fallen asleep in one of the more plush chairs with her legs thrown over the arm of it. Hadn’t taken her long to doze between the quiet from the boys being gone and Selena being in the kitchen, not to mention how comfortable the chair was. No sooner had she gotten deeply asleep was she jarred awake by her friend’s call. Her legs flew back over the arm of the chair so she was sitting upright. “What’s going on Sel?” She was panicked for a moment, but then the rest of the hunter’s sentence sunk in. “I’ll be right there.”
Lela stood, a bit wobbly, and wiped the drool off of her cheek before she walked into the kitchen. “What’d you find?” She glanced at the brunette as she grabbed a glass and poured herself a little scotch.
"Oh, she's a pretty one, isn't she? I initially chose her for her looks - can get a long way in this world with a pretty smile and nice hair, Dean. You think anybody's gonna tell this body no? She's got so many desires wrapped up nice and tight in this beautiful little head of hers. So many pent up needs
that she's always been too scared to act on. Really, I'm doing her a favor. She needs to let loose, lighten up. She never got that chance with you, did she? It was always the job. Lela deserves a little fun.
I just want her to live her life to the fullest, Dean."
Let me be your:
7am morning fuck before you go to work
Midday text, letting you know that you’re on my mind
5pm cuddle after a long days work
11pm rough fuck as i pound away the frustrations of your day
2am soft whisper in your ear, as i tell you “i love you”
Sounds good to me.