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Chapter Twenty-Four: Spicy

*Warning: There is a Spicy Scene in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with this once you read "My bad," you should skip ahead until you read "Are you still there?" Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience* 

Monday, September 6th

The footsteps seem to follow us all the way down the staircase. When we reach the bottom we don't wait for the Skeletons, we run. Racing down the hallway, we find more hallways and many doors. Why is it always a labyrinth with these Skeletons?

The footsteps get closer, "Shit, we should hide." 

"Where?" I glance around. 

"Here," Dean pulls me through a doorway, shutting the door behind us. I take in the room around us, it's pretty bare spare a couple old barrels; it reminds me of the room Vincent took me into minus the wine bottles. Some covered furniture is spread around the room too, but that's basically it. There's a thump at the door.

Spinning around frantically, I face Dean; he gives me the same worried look. I begin panicking again, but in three quick steps Dean is in front of me. He presses me against one of the barrels, pressing his lips to mine. He wraps  his arms around me, holding me close to his body, but I can still feel the cold rim of the barrel against my back. The door slams open, I wrap my fingers through Dean's hair; hiding the color of his hair along with the darkness of the room. 

Dean kisses me roughly, moving against me, and holding me tight. I kiss him back just as roughly causing him to make a noise in his throat. One of his hands tangle in my hair, the other one continuing to move down my back. 

"My bad," I hear the Skeleton who came in say. The door shuts behind him. Dean pulls away and we face the door. The Skeleton is in fact gone. I slip over to the door and peer outside, but there's no sign of anyone. I'm about to turn around, but I feel warmth on the back of my neck. Dean reaches over me and shuts the door, before turning me around; pushing me against the door. I feel his hands find my hips as he pushes his body against me, his eyes finding mine. His cheeks are flushed a dark red. I watch as his face lowers to mine, but then goes lower to my neck. He starts to kiss my neck lightly, the feel of  his lips against me sending tingles through my body. Without realizing it, I'm moving my neck slightly so he has better access. 

Without meaning to, I let out a breathy sigh, and he continues, moving up to my ear. He nibbles my earlobe, before going back to my neck. This is definitely not the ti-he nibbles my neck causing me to let out another sigh. I can feel the heat rushing to my own face, as my body trembles in betrayal. 

Giving in, I pull his face back up to mine, knotting my fingers into his hair. I press his lips into mine, biting his lower lip. He moans into my mouth, sliding his tongue through my lips. His soft kisses turn rough once more. His hands grip my waist, trying to pull me closer even though it's impossible. My body feels like it's on fire, the black cloak seeming to keep all of the heat in. 

Then there's a release of the heat as his hands move my cloak up, finding my bare waist, right above the hem of my cargo pants. His fingers trail just beneath the hem, causing shivers to run up my spine. He presses soft kisses against my lips as his hand moves further down to my panty line. He traces his fingers over the top of my panties, my body beginning to beg for more. 

His fingers find their way beneath my panties, my breathing becoming rougher the further they go. His left hand holds the back of my neck, his mouth trailing down my neck again, while his right hand trails further down. I let out a moan as his fingers find the right spot, his mouth biting at my neck, sure to leave a bruise or two. I grip him closer to me as he quickens his movements. 

"Are you still there?" We both pause in that moment as the voice comes through the comm in Dean's ear. In just a few seconds Dean has moved away from me, my cloak falling back to my ankles. We both stand red faced as he clears his throat to answer. 

He presses the comm, "Yes, sorry. Um, we're in some room down the stairs that was supposed to be a hallway." 

Harper replies to him, but this time I can't hear her, because he's not close to me anymore. I take a breath, turning away from him, and facing the door. Struggling to compose myself, I feel his hand on my shoulder. 

Spinning to face him he says, "We really need to get out of here." 

"Agreed," I nod, letting him pass me and open the door. He passes me his Skeleton mask. 

"You'll fit in better, and if anything you can say I'm your prisoner." 

"Smart," I tug the mask on, "Let's go." 

We continue through the dark basement, careful to listen for any footsteps. I really hope the others are okay. I can't believe that we...that...I can't think about it right now. I need to focus. After a few more turns we finally find the door that Harper was trying to lead us to. 

"Let's get out of here," Dean whispers, pulling on the door's handle, but it won't budge. 

"Is it locked?" Panic starts to flood through me once more. 

"Shit," Dean mutters, yanking on the handle. 

"You'll find I'm smart enough to lock the exits," We spin around to see the Crimson Skeleton. The skull mask grins at us eerily, "You're very slippery, Morgan Brooks." 

"I find it helps when not wanting to die," I retort. 

"Hmm, let's give you some motivation to work with us," The Crimson Skeleton steps forwards, but in a flash they're standing behind Dean. His arm is being held behind his back, antler knife pressed against this throat. 

"Don't!" I call out, taking a step, but quickly stopping. I yank off the mask, "Don't hurt him." 

"You should've done as you were told. You should have died." Without another second to spare the Crimson Skeleton slits Dean's throat. He tumbles to the ground, but I don't have time to do anything. The Crimson Skeleton grabs me again, and begins to drag me back up to the stage. 

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*Dedicated to Maddie: Thank you for helping me with the spicy scene <3*