“That’s my girl,” Dean says with a quiet chuckle, sucking her lips between his own. “Knew ya had it in you.”
Donna trails a hand down over his chest and belly before twisting her wrist and sliding that hand between his legs with a coy smile, cupping his full erection and squeezing lightly. “I have condoms.”
Dean nods and looks her in the eye. He smiles soft and warm, and Donna’s reminded why she’s here – with him.
He kisses her and lets his hands explore her body again. “Where at?” he asks, one hand in her hair and the other tracing the crease where her ass meets the top of her thigh.
“That’s my girl,” Dean says with a quiet chuckle, sucking her lips between his own. “Knew ya had it in you.”
Donna trails a hand down over his chest and belly before twisting her wrist and sliding that hand between his legs with a coy smile, cupping his full erection and squeezing lightly. “I have condoms.”
Dean nods and looks her in the eye. He smiles soft and warm, and Donna’s reminded why she’s here – with him.
He kisses her and lets his hands explore her body again. “Where at?” he asks, one hand in her hair and the other tracing the crease where her ass meets the top of her thigh.
Donna met the Winchester’s at a turning point in her life, fresh off a divorce from a man who ridiculed her eating and her weight – yet her memories of that meeting experience embolden her. Her life was forever changed after meeting the hunters and her now best friend Jody.
Donna’s realized her natural strengths. She’s eradicated the kind of angst from her life that used to fuel her to do better, be better – she’s redefined better, actually. She’s proud of herself and she’s proud of her life.
Since her last boyfriend left for fear of the supernatural and the unknown, Donna’s left romance on the backburner. She finds comfort with her newly found family – Jody always listens and empathizes, and Donna’s slight maternal instincts are exercised by helping watch over Claire, Alex, and Patience.
All that being said, nights like tonight leave her wanting.
“Thank you for coming, Sheriff Hanscum,” Renee says as she releases her boss from a firm hug. “And thank you for the gifts.” Renee whispers that part – shying away from speaking too loudly about the grab bag of goodies Donna put together for the newly married young couple’s honeymoon activities.
Jody helped her pick everything out as they each bought a few things for themselves. The thought of her new toys waiting for her at home has her at once looking forward to using them and wishing she had someone to play with.
“Aww,” Donna says, tapping a finger to the button of the girl’s nose. “Well, you enjoy every minute of it, doll.” Renee flushes pink, and Donna grins with a squeeze of her hand before letting her go and exiting the reception.
Weddings always make her a swoony, and as she grows older – and less frequently sexually engaged – they also make her amorous. She sighs as the Uber she ordered pulls up, slides inside and sets about scanning her phone for messages and case alerts. She organizes the following day in her schedule and chuckles to herself as she replies to Jody’s request to meet for lunch the following week, declaring “these girls’re gonna give me a fucking aneurysm.”
As she’s about to pocket her phone, it buzzes in her hand. It’s a message from Dean, and her belly flips inexplicably. Dean’s handsome and all, but those boys are like brothers to her. Did somebody spike her beers with Spanish Fly? She’s probably just feeling residual anxiousness from thinking about her toys.
In town for the night
no Sammy
bored outta my mind
Want some company?
Donna hesitates – another inexplicable response to a simple Dean text. Then she shakes her head, laughs it off, and replies.
Sure! In an Uber omw home from a wedding reception
Wanna pick up some beer and pizza?
Two seconds pass, she bites her lip, her phone buzzes, and her face splits into a grin.
Way ahead of ya, D. See ya at yours
Donna finally slips her phone into her jacket pocket with a renewed optimism for the evening. Just because she and Dean aren’t romantic, doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy his company and allow his visit to at least partially fill the void.
“Oh, turn here, hon,” she says to the Uber driver. “We’ll get there a little quicker this way.”
Then she sinks back into her seat for the remainder of the trip.
When she arrives home, Dean’s already inside. He and Sam have keys to both her and Jody’s places now, just as she and Jody have access to each other’s and the bunker. This exchange was supposed to be in case of emergency, but Dean’s never had a lot of regard for propriety.
Donna grins, hearing him singing in the kitchen, as she hangs her coat in her front closet and tosses her keys into the bowl by the door. He’s laid out the pizza, napkins, and paper plates on her coffee table, turned on her Pandora, and, by the sounds of it, is getting them each a beer from the kitchen.
Dean emerges, hands braced in a triangle, carrying two bottles of beer and a half-full bottle of Cholula, his teeth clenching a swinging bag of grated parmesan, looking right at home. He hums something from around the bag of cheese between his teeth, and Donna laughs.
“Ya sure know the way to a girl’s heart, doncha?” Donna jokes as she toes her booties off and takes her hair tie out of her hair, tousling it loose.
The wedding wasn’t formal at all, so she’s perfectly comfortable in the jeans and sweater she wore to the event as she collapses onto the couch and watches Dean deftly drop the parmesan from his teeth in front of her while simultaneously setting the Cholula aside.
“You’re welcome,” he says, handing her one of the beers with that signature smirk. “How’s the wedding?” He flips the pizza box open and scoops up a piece for himself before dropping back into the couch cushions. “Anybody I know?”
“Nah,” Donna answers, pulling a meaty, cheesy slice onto a plate. “One of my newer deputies. I give her three months before she announces her first pregnancy and takes leave.”
Dean shrugs. “Young love, huh?” He folds the slice in his mouth until half of it disappears from view.
Donna chuckles. “Guess so,” she says, taking a healthy bite of her own. “What’re you in town for? Where’s Sam?”
Dean rolls his eyes dramatically and chews his food like it’s all a chore. He speaks around a mouthful when he answers. “Caught a vamp case 20-miles from here, handled it before I even needed to call ya.” He chews some more before taking a giant swallow of food and beer. “Sammy’s off playin’ Chief of the Hunter Clan, or some shit, I dunno…”
“Chief of the what now?” Donna asks, sipping her beer and sprinkling Cholula on her pizza slice. She hears the edge of irritability in Dean’s voice – that all-purpose edge he uses when he’s mad, sad, or scared. Donna’s seen all three incarnations. This one’s hard to pinpoint.
Dean explains with a bit of derision Sam’s new role as mentor and manager of the new-to-this-world hunters. Donna listens patiently, and when he’s done talking, Dean seems less on edge.
“Raised him right, sounds like,” she says, and Dean smiles like he’s shy, dipping his chin to his chest. That, Donna’s never seen – and she decides she likes it.
“Want another beer?” Dean asks before downing his own and standing.
“I’m good – had a couple at the reception,” she answers, and Dean nods as he turns on his heel and heads to the kitchen for another.
Donna watches him walk, bowlegs and strong hips, jeans sat perfectly over his high, rounded ass, t-shirt loose and hanging just right. She unconsciously licks her lips and lets herself fantasize for a few moments about what kind of power is behind those hips and thighs, about the smooth skin of his solid torso, the softness of his shapely lips. She sighs to herself as Dean makes his way back to the living room.
“Let me know when you wanna hit the sack,” he says, propping his feet up on her coffee table and scrolling through her Pandora stations.
Without thinking, Donna replies. “Why, ya wanna join me?” She picks at her slice then takes another bite, keeping her eyes on her task.
Hoo, boy. I said that.
Dean freezes mid-lift of the fresh beer to his mouth and slowly pans to his left to catch her eye. When she looks at him, trying to remain nonchalant, her breath leaves her and teeth slowly press a white seam into her full bottom lip.
Dean’s eyes drop to the action on her lower lip. His tongue darts across his own before he flicks his gaze to meet hers again, and she gasps. “That’n invitation?” he asks, his voice heavy and quiet.
Donna’s breath shakes as she recalibrates in her mind exactly how to respond based on his reaction – not that she had a plan to begin with; she’d really just blurted that out.
Damn red beer…
But his eyes are darker than usual, his voice deeper, his cheeks pinker. And Donna’s getting really warm.
“Is it-” Donna hops up from the couch and crosses the room to the thermostat. “Ya think it’s hot in here?” Her voice is breathier than she’s used to managing so she sounds a little strained.
Dean doesn’t answer, and she hopes for a moment that he’ll forget her blabbering. She doesn’t know how to do this anymore and she certainly doesn’t know how to do it with Dean. Yet, there they are.
“Maybe a little,” Dean finally answers with a soft chuckle.
Donna sighs some relief and fiddles with the thermostat. She wastes approximately four seconds that feel like 40-minutes before Dean clears his throat.
“D?” he says, amusement clear in his voice. “Ya didn’t answer my question.”
Donna pulls a deep breath before turning to face him. “I’m sorry,” she sing-songs. “I’ve had beers and the wedding was so emotional and I’m being… needy?” She rambles as she flits to the couch to take her seat next to Dean. “Just forget I said something so silly.”
Without missing a beat, Dean reaches for her hand. “Whaddaya need?” he asks, soft and suddenly serious.
She didn’t realize she’d sat so close to him this time, facing him, one leg tucked under her rear end, and her hands open in her lap. Dean’s fingers are gentle, warm, and probing as he entwines them with hers.
“What?” she asks, bewildered, letting him touch her, letting her body’s natural reactions get the best of her mind.
“You said you’re needy,” he says, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand.
The way he’s looking at her – she tries to recall a time any man ever looked at her this way. It isn’t love in his eyes, but it isn’t far off, and she’s drawn to that look, bolstered by it.
She shakes her head, holds his gaze, honest and bare. “I just… want.”
“Okay,” he says, nodding, encouraging. “Then tell me what you want.”
Donna doesn’t answer with words. She steels herself, swallows thick then moves over him, slots her thighs on either side of his hips, cups his face in her hands and kisses him. Dean doesn’t even let her lips touch his before he’s got his hands up under her sweater, his fingers burning prints into her skin.
“Sure ‘bout this?” he asks, quiet but without letting up on her body and her lips. “You been drinkin’.”
“I’m good,” she answers, licking his lips, pulling them between her own. “This’s good.”
He nods and doubles down, turns with her wrapped around him, lays her back on the couch. He hovers over her, kissing her mouth, popping the button on her jeans, leaving them barely open before dragging that hand up to cup one of her breasts, brush a thumb over the thin fabric covering her puckered nipple.
It has been so long since she’s had sex. Every inch he touches and licks is off-the-charts hot and she’s already squirming under him, clothed and just 5-minutes in.
“Get this sweater off,” Dean says, shoving it upward and making Donna giggle. “It’s hot in here, right?” He grins, teasing, again before kissing her skin as he exposes it.
She sits up halfway and pulls the garment the rest of the way over her head as he mirrors her actions with his t-shirt. They each toss their clothes anywhere but there and set back to kissing.
Dean braces himself over her with one hand on the arm of the couch above her head as his other hand works at the lace of her bra. First, he slides a finger back and forth, earning a gasp and a sigh from Donna, then he pinches and pulls the nipple between his thumb and middle finger. Before Donna can guess what he’ll do next, his hot mouth is over her other fabric-covered nipple, and she’s arching off the couch.
Her hands are everywhere, and his skin is just as hot and smooth as she’d expected. He’s so solid and meaty and strong. Donna slides her palms over his shoulders and down his chest and belly until her hands are hooked in his jeans. She pops his button this time but doesn’t stop there.
“We really doin’ this?” Dean asks, nipping at her throat and sliding her bra strap over one shoulder. His lips are hot and damp and so good, and she shivers.
“Uh-huh,” she whispers back, sliding a small hand into the front of his jeans and gripping him through his boxers. He groans into her, scrapes his teeth along the column, then takes a mouthful of skin where her shoulder meets her neck.
Donna’s breath stutters again as his lips graze her collarbone and close over her now exposed nipple. “Oh, boy,” she breathes.
She feels him smile against her breast, huff a quiet laugh, lick and swirl around her nipple and pull it between his lips.
“Donna,” his voice rolls over her skin and then he’s at her ear. “I’m gonna take your pants off now so I can get my mouth on ya.” He drops a kiss to her sternum and starts to move down. “Cool?”
“Yeah,” her voice is high and tight when she answers. “Real cool,” she gasps for air as he travels down and down, unsnapping the front of her bra to fully expose her, kissing across her belly, dragging a hand down her side, trailing kisses up along her ribs. “Hoo…” she breathes heavy.
Dean chuckles again. “Been a while?” he asks, smiling up at her from where he’s working her pants open and over her hips.
She’s got her hands in her own hair and she’s staring at the ceiling, counting to ten, trying to steady her breathing. Donna nods and looks down at him. When their eyes meet, she relaxes into the cushions again. Dean looks at her with a kind of reverence she hasn’t seen in too long– and so much heat.
“Been a while,” she confirms with a wide grin, reaching down to run a single fingertip around the shell of his ear. She thinks she hears him purr, knows she sees him close his eyes and nuzzle into her touch.
“Same here,” he says with a satisfied sigh as he rises to kneel and toss her jeans over his shoulder.
He looks down at her, and her belly flips again. His hands skim her knees and her thighs, and he drops to settle between her legs, her knees askew, over his shoulders. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” He asks, placing a gentle kiss to the satin covering her, holding her eyes with his, deepening the kiss until she starts to squirm again, and he can taste her wet. “Mmm,” he moans.
“Dean,” she gasps, she can’t do anything else. “Wow.”
She’s so wound up, she thinks she might come from this. She is not one of those multi-orgasmic gals and wants the night to last, though, so she holds her breath and tries to clear her mind.
“Oh, honey,” Dean says, pushing one of her legs over the back of the couch to open her wider before using his teeth and making her make a sound like sobbing. “We just got started.”
“Holy…” Donna sends up a prayer that she will, in fact, make it through the night because she’s pretty sure she’s going to want more of this tomorrow and the next day.
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