WHERE THERE'S A WILL
Rating: T (for randy Dean getting down to business)
Word Count: 200
Surprisingly, Dean's taken a great interest in the royal wedding ...
Gathering the willowy brunette in his arms, Dean pulled her tenderly into a lingering kiss, skilful fingers threading through long silken hair. Her slender arms wrapped around his muscular back kneading
She pulled back diving into her lover's penetrating green gaze; "oh, Dean; what would William say?"
A moist tongue ghosted across full lips stained with smudged lipstick as he gave a sly wink; "probably some crap like; 'oh, how ghastly; that dreadful common yank is banging my wife, la-di-dah, pass the port,' or whatever it is that posh English dudes say!"
She giggled breathlessly as his lips hungrily explored her slim neck, and their entwined bodies sank bonelessly onto the four-poster bed; a well-practiced palm gliding over slim legs, calloused fingertips tracing a lace stocking-top as he growled her name between harsh, panting breaths.
"Dean …" she sighed in glorious surrender
Bleary eyes snapped open and Dean peered sourly over the top of a frayed blanket which smelt faintly of sweat and
The decidedly un-willowy brunette standing beside him moaning about rancid socks in the
Dean rolled over with a groan.
"My life sucks."