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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-12-27 12:10 pm
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Dean/Angell - Dirty Hot Sex
Fandom: CSI:NY/Supernatural
Title: Dirty Hot Sex
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Jessica Angell, Sam Winchester
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au_developments Prompt: 7. Happy Endings
fic_variations Prompt: Love/Lust (#2)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Four times Jessica Angell could have had sex with Dean Winchester, and one time when she actually did.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series. Lyrics are from "Dirty Hot Sex" by Pepper, which does evil things to my brain. Don't ask me why. And it's also so most definitely a Dean song.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY or Supernautral. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Angell knew his voice first. The man was such a loud attention whore that it was kind of hard to miss. Plus the whole cocky, I-can-just-say-whatever-I-want-because-I-clearly-think-myself-to-be-that-awesome ego was the size of Manhattan was unbelievably hard to miss. She could have just walked right past him. She didn’t even have to verify the fact that he was there, and she could have just chalked it up to another human being with a huge ego, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from turning and looking. She groaned when she saw Dean leaning on the counter in the entrance of the precinct, chatting up the receptionist. She knew that she was going to be the one he was chatting up next, and she really wasn’t in the mood today. Not. At. All.
Damnit, why’d she have to look?
She turned away from him as quickly as she could, but apparently it wasn’t quick enough. She hadn’t gotten two steps away before—
“Officer Angell!”
“What do you want, Winchester?” she sighed as she turned around.
“You and me, I was thinking maybe I could get a room at the Ritz, get us some room service?”
“With what money?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “One of those fake credit cards that I should bust you for?”
“Well—you don’t ask, I won’t tell,” Dean said with a grin. Angell just shook her head, before signing off in the file.
“What did I tell you the last five million times you hit on me?”
“I was hoping that we could get past all of that.”
“You hoped wrong.”
“C’mon, Angell,” he said moving in closer to her. Getting too close, actually. Invading personal space close. And she knew she should tell him to back off and go away, but she couldn’t. She was very much tempted to lean in closer, and see if he was all he was cracked up to be, but a voice calling her name snapped her out of that, and she shook her head.
“The answer is no, Winchester. And I have to get back to work.” She turned and walked quickly towards the sound of her name, and Dean just watched her go before shouting back after her.
“Call me if you change your mind!”
***
It's been a while since I've seen your face
Gotta say I'm happy to see you come around my place
Now, I think we've talked about it
And I think I know what’s coming up next
Let's put our minds away
And let our hormones do the rest
***
“Well—seems now you’ve got me right where you want me,” Dean smirked as Angell forced him down over the front of the police cruiser to handcuff him.
“Do I?”
“Don’t think I don’t know your type, Jess—”
“It’s Detective Angell to you.”
“Exactly my point. Pushing guys like me around like this gets you off, doesn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he grinned. “No wonder I like you so much. I always love a woman with a dominant side.”
“Dominant side?”
“Well, we already know you like handcuffs,” he said with a smirk. “I bet you’ve got the whips at home too, don’t you? Like a little S and M in your spare time?”
“Excuse me?” she said, balking slightly. Yes, she’d like to use a whip on Dean Winchester—but not in the way he was thinking.
“Or we could always roleplay,” he said with a nod. “You be the big bad detective, I’ll be the suspect who needs a spanking to see the error of his ways.” The entire time he was saying this, the shit eating grin hadn’t left his face.
“Sounds like we’re playing into your fetishes, Winchester, not mine.”
“Oh, so you like it the other way around then,” he said with a grin. “Like to play the perp against the officer that holds all the cards? Trust me, Detective, I would have no issues with tying you up.”
“Are you ever going to stop trying?” she asked, giving him a look.
“No,” he said frankly. “Look, I’m not proposing we start a relationship or anything. All I’m suggesting is that we indulge ourselves in some nice, dirty, hot, sex. No strings, no promises, and most certainly all kink—satisfaction guaranteed.”
Angell gave him a look. “Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl.”
“So that’s a yes?” he grinned.
“No,” she said sharply before grabbing him by the collar and shoving him into the back of the squad car. “Watch your head.”
***
Why don't you have some dirty hot sex with me?
It ain't like I'm asking you to give it up for free
We can start it right now
Baby get on your knees
Don't make me beg again
Girl I just said please, please
***
Of all the supernatural things that Dean could have dealt with Jessica Angell being afflicted with, the one that had actually happened was the one he never would have seen coming.
“Cupid, dude?” Dean said, glancing back over his shoulder to where the woman was sitting on the bed, giving him flirty looks, and then turning back to his brother, disbelief all over his face. “Seriously?”
“That’s the lore,” Sam smirked. “Bobby said it’s not going to last forever though—most modern love spells only last about twenty four hours.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” he groaned, running a hand over his face.
“What’re you so upset about?” Sam teased, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s your dream come true.”
“I wanted to get in her pants, Sam, not have her freakin’ fall in love with me.”
“Well, you could probably could—”
“Yeah, and when the spell passes, I’ll look like a total douche.”
“That’s what I was going to say.”
“I’m well aware of the chance to make myself look like an ass, Sam, thanks,” he said, giving his brother a look, before sighing heavily. “Think I could convince her to go home?”
“Probably not,” Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“Could always cold cock her, tie her up, and then get the hell outta dodge.”
“Think you’re going to actually have to deal with this one this time,” Sam sighed. “You already tied her up once and that didn’t end so well, remember?”
“Don’t remind me,” he muttered, before shaking his head and making his way back into the bedroom. “I so haven’t had enough to drink for this.”
***
Now when you look down don't be mislead
I found my life purpose and it's getting upstairs into your bed now,
so there's a phone girl, go right on ahead
I'm sure you'd rather be with your stupid boyfriend instead
***
Dean was on the other side of the door when she opened it, and she gave him a lazy smile before swinging her arm awkwardly towards the inside of her apartment. “C’mon in.”
Dean gave her a strange look, before doing as she said, making his way inside, but keeping his eyes on her. “Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m just peachy.” There was a slight slur to her words and she was swaying as she walked, leading the way into her living room. Dean recognized the signs instantly, before he even saw the half-empty bottle of rum sitting on her coffee table.
“Have you been drinking?”
“I had a bad day at the office,” she said with a slow nod. “Wanna join me?”
“No, thanks,” he said, shaking his head, and watching her, concerned. “Why’d you call me, Jess?”
“Does it matter?” she said, looking up at him expectantly.
“A little, yeah,” he said, sitting down across the room from her, keeping his distance.
“Well, I fucked up today,” she said with a sigh. “In the colossal sense of the word—almost got someone killed, actually. So I am getting very, very drunk.”
“So why do you need me?” he asked.
“Well, I want to feel better, and you promised me nice, dirty, hot sex with no promises, no strings, but definitely lots of kink—satisfaction guaranteed.” She got up and made her way over to him, straddling his lap lightly, and leaning in close. “I’m taking you up on it,” she murmured, before kissing him softly.
The taste of rum hit him before anything else. He responded to the kiss at first, because damnit, he wanted it—he had wanted it for a long time—but he pulled back after a minute, reluctantly, looking away from her as he did. “Jess—”
“What?” she said, giving him a look. “Don’t you want this?”
“You know I do.”
“Then what’s the problem.”
“I don’t want it like this.”
“Like what, Winchester?”
“You’re halfway to passed out, Angell.”
“I’m sure that’s never been a problem for you before,” she said, giving him a look.
“First of all, usually I’m right there with them,” he said soberly, and then his face turned up in a smirk slightly. “And secondly, I still want you to respect me in the morning.”
She glared back at him, before climbing off him, and giving him a look. “Get the hell out.”
“Jess—”
“Just go, Dean,” she sighed, shaking her head and walking out of the room. “Just fuckin’ go.”
***
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
Well baby get on your knees
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I'm begging you darlin, please
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Well baby get on your knees
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I'm begging you darlin, please
please, please me
***
Dean backed her into the wall, hands wandering her sides as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the kiss more, and he kept kissing her until he felt like he was going to keel over from the lack of oxygen, then pulled back, gasping for air, but keeping himself close.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah, Dean.”
“And you’re not drunk?”
“No,” she grinned.
“Or under some freaky love spell?”
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head.
“Are you sure?” Dean grinned. “Because, as I said, I still want you to respect me in the morning.”
“I will.”
“Good. Because I don’t like being objectified.”
She laughed again, “I’m sure you don’t.”
“So you’re really sure about this?”
“I am sober and very much in control of my own mind, and I want you to fuck my brains out. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yes,” he grinned.
“Good—now will you shut up and kiss me again, now, or are you—?” She was cut off by his lips coming down on hers again, pulling her into a deep kiss. She leaned into the kiss as well, giggling slightly as he pulled her away from the wall and started to move, both of them stumbling towards the living room, bits of clothing being lost along the way.
Title: Dirty Hot Sex
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Jessica Angell, Sam Winchester
au_developments Prompt: 7. Happy Endingsfic_variations Prompt: Love/Lust (#2)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Four times Jessica Angell could have had sex with Dean Winchester, and one time when she actually did.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series. Lyrics are from "Dirty Hot Sex" by Pepper, which does evil things to my brain. Don't ask me why. And it's also so most definitely a Dean song.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY or Supernautral. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Angell knew his voice first. The man was such a loud attention whore that it was kind of hard to miss. Plus the whole cocky, I-can-just-say-whatever-I-want-because-I-clearly-think-myself-to-be-that-awesome ego was the size of Manhattan was unbelievably hard to miss. She could have just walked right past him. She didn’t even have to verify the fact that he was there, and she could have just chalked it up to another human being with a huge ego, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from turning and looking. She groaned when she saw Dean leaning on the counter in the entrance of the precinct, chatting up the receptionist. She knew that she was going to be the one he was chatting up next, and she really wasn’t in the mood today. Not. At. All.
Damnit, why’d she have to look?
She turned away from him as quickly as she could, but apparently it wasn’t quick enough. She hadn’t gotten two steps away before—
“Officer Angell!”
“What do you want, Winchester?” she sighed as she turned around.
“You and me, I was thinking maybe I could get a room at the Ritz, get us some room service?”
“With what money?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “One of those fake credit cards that I should bust you for?”
“Well—you don’t ask, I won’t tell,” Dean said with a grin. Angell just shook her head, before signing off in the file.
“What did I tell you the last five million times you hit on me?”
“I was hoping that we could get past all of that.”
“You hoped wrong.”
“C’mon, Angell,” he said moving in closer to her. Getting too close, actually. Invading personal space close. And she knew she should tell him to back off and go away, but she couldn’t. She was very much tempted to lean in closer, and see if he was all he was cracked up to be, but a voice calling her name snapped her out of that, and she shook her head.
“The answer is no, Winchester. And I have to get back to work.” She turned and walked quickly towards the sound of her name, and Dean just watched her go before shouting back after her.
“Call me if you change your mind!”
***
It's been a while since I've seen your face
Gotta say I'm happy to see you come around my place
Now, I think we've talked about it
And I think I know what’s coming up next
Let's put our minds away
And let our hormones do the rest
***
“Well—seems now you’ve got me right where you want me,” Dean smirked as Angell forced him down over the front of the police cruiser to handcuff him.
“Do I?”
“Don’t think I don’t know your type, Jess—”
“It’s Detective Angell to you.”
“Exactly my point. Pushing guys like me around like this gets you off, doesn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he grinned. “No wonder I like you so much. I always love a woman with a dominant side.”
“Dominant side?”
“Well, we already know you like handcuffs,” he said with a smirk. “I bet you’ve got the whips at home too, don’t you? Like a little S and M in your spare time?”
“Excuse me?” she said, balking slightly. Yes, she’d like to use a whip on Dean Winchester—but not in the way he was thinking.
“Or we could always roleplay,” he said with a nod. “You be the big bad detective, I’ll be the suspect who needs a spanking to see the error of his ways.” The entire time he was saying this, the shit eating grin hadn’t left his face.
“Sounds like we’re playing into your fetishes, Winchester, not mine.”
“Oh, so you like it the other way around then,” he said with a grin. “Like to play the perp against the officer that holds all the cards? Trust me, Detective, I would have no issues with tying you up.”
“Are you ever going to stop trying?” she asked, giving him a look.
“No,” he said frankly. “Look, I’m not proposing we start a relationship or anything. All I’m suggesting is that we indulge ourselves in some nice, dirty, hot, sex. No strings, no promises, and most certainly all kink—satisfaction guaranteed.”
Angell gave him a look. “Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl.”
“So that’s a yes?” he grinned.
“No,” she said sharply before grabbing him by the collar and shoving him into the back of the squad car. “Watch your head.”
***
Why don't you have some dirty hot sex with me?
It ain't like I'm asking you to give it up for free
We can start it right now
Baby get on your knees
Don't make me beg again
Girl I just said please, please
***
Of all the supernatural things that Dean could have dealt with Jessica Angell being afflicted with, the one that had actually happened was the one he never would have seen coming.
“Cupid, dude?” Dean said, glancing back over his shoulder to where the woman was sitting on the bed, giving him flirty looks, and then turning back to his brother, disbelief all over his face. “Seriously?”
“That’s the lore,” Sam smirked. “Bobby said it’s not going to last forever though—most modern love spells only last about twenty four hours.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” he groaned, running a hand over his face.
“What’re you so upset about?” Sam teased, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s your dream come true.”
“I wanted to get in her pants, Sam, not have her freakin’ fall in love with me.”
“Well, you could probably could—”
“Yeah, and when the spell passes, I’ll look like a total douche.”
“That’s what I was going to say.”
“I’m well aware of the chance to make myself look like an ass, Sam, thanks,” he said, giving his brother a look, before sighing heavily. “Think I could convince her to go home?”
“Probably not,” Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“Could always cold cock her, tie her up, and then get the hell outta dodge.”
“Think you’re going to actually have to deal with this one this time,” Sam sighed. “You already tied her up once and that didn’t end so well, remember?”
“Don’t remind me,” he muttered, before shaking his head and making his way back into the bedroom. “I so haven’t had enough to drink for this.”
***
Now when you look down don't be mislead
I found my life purpose and it's getting upstairs into your bed now,
so there's a phone girl, go right on ahead
I'm sure you'd rather be with your stupid boyfriend instead
***
Dean was on the other side of the door when she opened it, and she gave him a lazy smile before swinging her arm awkwardly towards the inside of her apartment. “C’mon in.”
Dean gave her a strange look, before doing as she said, making his way inside, but keeping his eyes on her. “Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m just peachy.” There was a slight slur to her words and she was swaying as she walked, leading the way into her living room. Dean recognized the signs instantly, before he even saw the half-empty bottle of rum sitting on her coffee table.
“Have you been drinking?”
“I had a bad day at the office,” she said with a slow nod. “Wanna join me?”
“No, thanks,” he said, shaking his head, and watching her, concerned. “Why’d you call me, Jess?”
“Does it matter?” she said, looking up at him expectantly.
“A little, yeah,” he said, sitting down across the room from her, keeping his distance.
“Well, I fucked up today,” she said with a sigh. “In the colossal sense of the word—almost got someone killed, actually. So I am getting very, very drunk.”
“So why do you need me?” he asked.
“Well, I want to feel better, and you promised me nice, dirty, hot sex with no promises, no strings, but definitely lots of kink—satisfaction guaranteed.” She got up and made her way over to him, straddling his lap lightly, and leaning in close. “I’m taking you up on it,” she murmured, before kissing him softly.
The taste of rum hit him before anything else. He responded to the kiss at first, because damnit, he wanted it—he had wanted it for a long time—but he pulled back after a minute, reluctantly, looking away from her as he did. “Jess—”
“What?” she said, giving him a look. “Don’t you want this?”
“You know I do.”
“Then what’s the problem.”
“I don’t want it like this.”
“Like what, Winchester?”
“You’re halfway to passed out, Angell.”
“I’m sure that’s never been a problem for you before,” she said, giving him a look.
“First of all, usually I’m right there with them,” he said soberly, and then his face turned up in a smirk slightly. “And secondly, I still want you to respect me in the morning.”
She glared back at him, before climbing off him, and giving him a look. “Get the hell out.”
“Jess—”
“Just go, Dean,” she sighed, shaking her head and walking out of the room. “Just fuckin’ go.”
***
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
Well baby get on your knees
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I'm begging you darlin, please
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Well baby get on your knees
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I'm begging you darlin, please
please, please me
***
Dean backed her into the wall, hands wandering her sides as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the kiss more, and he kept kissing her until he felt like he was going to keel over from the lack of oxygen, then pulled back, gasping for air, but keeping himself close.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah, Dean.”
“And you’re not drunk?”
“No,” she grinned.
“Or under some freaky love spell?”
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head.
“Are you sure?” Dean grinned. “Because, as I said, I still want you to respect me in the morning.”
“I will.”
“Good. Because I don’t like being objectified.”
She laughed again, “I’m sure you don’t.”
“So you’re really sure about this?”
“I am sober and very much in control of my own mind, and I want you to fuck my brains out. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yes,” he grinned.
“Good—now will you shut up and kiss me again, now, or are you—?” She was cut off by his lips coming down on hers again, pulling her into a deep kiss. She leaned into the kiss as well, giggling slightly as he pulled her away from the wall and started to move, both of them stumbling towards the living room, bits of clothing being lost along the way.
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