So, You're a Fucking Virgin

Chapter 16

     Dean's eyes opened slowly, dreamily, the back of your head slowly coming into focus, as were his memories of last night. A slight smile appeared across his face as his memory returned. His eyes traced you up and down.

Sometime during the night, you had rolled to your side and Dean had resituated himself, so he was now spooning you. His arm still around your waist. Right hand lazily resting on your breast. His legs tangled in yours.

Dean woke you, his morning scruff punctuating his gentle kisses on your neck. You let out a sigh, turning your head toward him. He ran a thumb down your chin.

"Mmmmm...you stayed." you said, your voice still dripping with sleep.

"You stayed." he said taking your lips in a passionate kiss.

"Ohhhh, morning breath." you whined putting a hand over his mouth, which you quickly recoiled "Ew! You licked my hand!"

"I licked a lot more than your hand last night." Dean argued one eyebrow raised as he licked his lips in either emphasis or habit.

"But...you licked my hand." you countered.

"Don't care."

Dean slipped out from you, letting your back his the mattress. He hovered over you, kissing you once more. Ok, it was a little gross, with the morning breath, but you got over it, pretty quick.

After 26 years. 26 long years. You were finally, no longer a virgin. And not only that, but the gorgeous man who helped usher you into your now sexually active state was still there with you. And he was gorgeous and flawed and gorgeous in his flaws. And had heart and was smart beyond what anyone expected. Sure, how you got there wasn't ideal. Not by a longshot. But now that you were there, in Dean's arms, he in yours - you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Dean sank into you slowly, running his entire length into you before pulling all the way out, again. You two had all the time in the world. Your body was getting to know his. it felt right, like it was what was supposed to be. He thrusted faster and faster, both of you coming to your ends around the same time.

Dean made this cute little scrunched up face when he finally came. You'd always guessed his O face would be something akin to when he takes that first delicious bite of a bacon burger, (eyes rolling back into his head, mouth agape in a zombie moan) but you were totally wrong. He looked pained when he came and always hissed out whatever expletive came to mind. This time it was the evergreen "fuuuuuckkkkk". Now, that you knew what he looked like when he came you were determined to see if that face made an appearance anywhere else in his daily life. Just out of curiosity.

He pulled out, disposed of the condom and laid on top of you, which only made it a little hard to breathe. He brushed the hair out of your face.

"So, how'd you like your first time?" he asked.

"Are we fishing for compliments, Mr. Winchester?" You gently ran your fingers through Dean's short locks.

"I am not above flattery."

You thought for a second. "Let's just call it...life changing."

"Hmm...life changing. I can live with that." he said rolling off you and pulling you into his side.

"And you have an awesome penis." you added.

"Awesome penis!" Dean echoed throwing a fist up into the air with a shit eating grin.

You spent the day in bed, dozing off and on, neither of you wanting to risk the disappearance of this new found thing. Worried it was quicksilver. You stayed in bed until Sam came to look for you. It was unusual for Dean to sleep more than 4 hours, let alone 12. As far as Sam knew you were still holed up in your room, punishing yourself, and Dean was still recovering from when you went all Hostel on him. He only even knocked on your door because he couldn't find Dean anywhere else.