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No spoilers. AU.

The overall idea for this started a few months ago in a conversation with [ profile] cautionzombies about girl!Dean being a stripper and Castiel (male or female) being floored by her. Dragged to the club by Anna, Castiel sees Deanna dance and can't look away. Later, the two of them meet elsewhere and start dating. Sexy hijinks ensue. I went the femslash route and while I've written another bit with the two of them, it's languishing unfinished on my harddrive. Today I felt like doing something quick and dirty, though. This happened.

Cas doesn't notice Deanna's entrance until her hands are on Cas' waist, slipping around to press against the soft, low curve of her stomach. She was too absorbed in her work, fingers smudging the oil pastels into swirls and whorls of color as she does her best to imitate the quality if light and smoke, the way it twined itself around a sinuous, long-limbed body that would haunt Cas in her dreams.

Deanna reaches out and traces the curving dip of backbone, her fingertip coming away gray. "Me again, huh, Cas? Gonna give a girl an ego."

Leaning back into Deanna, holds her dirty, rainbowed hands carefully away from them and smiles. "I think you already have one of those."

Deanna laughs, the sound vibrating through Cas' ribs and setting her heart ringing. She leans in and nuzzles at Cas' neck, finds the spot that always makes Cas go weak at the knees. It isn't fair how easily Deanna plays her, but Cas isn't complaining.

"I like when you draw me," Deanna say. Her voice has gone low and rough, the tone she gets when she's already wet and wanting. Her fingers play at the button of Cas' jeans and Cas wants to warn her about the oil on her finger, but then Deanna's got the jeans unfastened and she's slipping her hand in, teasing at the front of Cas' panties. "I like that you think about me when I'm not here."

I always think about you, Cas wants to say. She doesn't, though; she keeps her mouth shut and pushes against Deanna's fingers, turning her head to kiss Deanna's cheek. "Yeah," she breathes, "you definitely already have an ego."

Deanna turns her head to meet Cas, says, "You like it," against her lips before she dives in, kissing Cas wet and deep, no preamble. Fingers flexing in the air, Cas groans, wants to twist in Deanna's arms and get her hands on her, paint her golden skin with multicolored fingerprints. Deanna's grip on her is firm, though, the hand in Cas's jeans sneaking upward to slip beneath the waistband of her panties and tease at the curls of hair beneath. Biting at Cas' lower lip, her fingers press onward and--

"Cas," Deanna moans. "Jesus."

Cas is wet, she knows she is. Has been since Deanna first touched her, her body so in tune, wanting Deanna every moment she's near. Swallowing hard, Cas nods. "I know, I know. I want--"

"Oh, I know what you want," Deanna says, fingers shifting, body rocking against Cas'. "I know exactly what you want."

It's true, she probably does, and then Deanna's fingertips find Cas' clit and Cas has no choice but to grab onto Deanna's arms, color smudging against her skin, or risk falling to her knees.

Deanna chuckles behind her, the sound breathless and rolling. "Yeah. Yeah, that's it." Her fingers glide over Cas' clit, circling it hard once one way, once the other. Cas' thighs shake and she groans, fingernails digging into Deanna's forearms.


Deanna noses at her, nudging her face forward and biting at her earlobe. "Been thinking about this all day, Cas, how slick you get." She rubs her fingers against Cas, back and forth, and Cas' heart catches, her knees trembling. "You're so fucking hot, the way you feel." She ducks down to mouth at the spot just below Cas' ear. "The way I know you'll taste. God, Cas. I love the way you taste."

Cas can only believe her; she's spent hours between Cas' thighs, lapping at her cunt with her hot, knowing tongue, slipping slim fingers inside of her. She's taken Cas to the edge and then left her there, gasping and grasping, only to bring her back down and work her back up until the sheets beneath them are soaked and Cas doesn't know which way is up anymore. Until all Cas knows is Deanna's mouth and fingers and the way they make her feel.

Deanna flicks over her clit with a fingernail and Cas' hips buck. "Deanna," she gasps. "Please."

"Please what?" Deanna asks, pulling away from the spot she's been sucking on Cas' neck. She nips at it, a sharp sting of teeth. "Tell me, Cas."

Eyes squeezing shut, Cas groans. "Fuck me, god. Just. Wanna feel your fingers, Dee."

"You've got my fingers."

Cas shakes her head. "Inside. Wanna feel them inside. Want you to feel it. Want you to--fuck!"

Deanna holds her tighter as she slips her hand farther down, fingers curling when they find the right spot, the tips of them sinking upward. Deanna's forehead falls against her shoulder, her breath coming hot and fast against Cas's back. "Jesus fuck."

Cas knows how she feels. Twisting her hips she tries to get Deanna deeper, reaching for that heat that's been building steadily since Deanna came in and distracted her. She's so close she can practically taste it.

"Dee," she gasps. "Dee, please."

Lifting her head, Deanna kisses her neck, licks at what must be the mark she just left, Cas' badge of honor. "What, Cas? Tell me."

Cas can't tell her, can't put into words what she wants she's so far gone. Instead, she loosens her grip on Deanna's forearm and slides her hand down, a rainbow trailing in her wake. Pressing her hand to the back of Deanna's, she guides her, pulls at her until Deanna's fingers are right where she wants them and the heel of Deanna's hand tucked against her clit. "There," she says, grinding down against her. "There."

"Yeah?" Deanna breathes. "Like that?" And then she's moving her hand in an orchestrated attempt to get Cas off, fingers thrusting and hand grinding. Cas whines, her hips twisting as she grips at Deanna, pressing forward into her hand, back into the hot solidity of her.

"Dee." She groans, her muscles tightening, her breath catching in the back of her throat. Pulled tight as a bowstring under Deanna's expert fingers, Cas sees stars behind her eyelids, flashes of light in the dark that remind her of lightbulbs bursting. She comes with a shout, Deanna relentless as she works her through it, murmuring how good Cas is, how hot against the curve of her neck.

After a while, Deanna stops. She moves her hand back, fingers slipping from Cas, to rub what Cas is sure she means to be soothing circles against her clit. It sends sparks racing up Cas' spine, tingling across her skin. She tightens her fingers on Deanna's hand. "Stop."

Brushing lips against the corner of Cas' jaw, Deanna does. "Too much?"

Cas swallows hard and nods her head, opening her eyes and blinking in the late afternoon light that falls over her workspace. "If you don't want to have to carry me to bed, yeah."

Deanna grins, Cas can feel it, and presses the tip of a finger hard against her. When Cas' knees buckle, she laughs and tightens her hold on Cas with her other arm, pulling her hand back and out of Cas' panties. She lifts it, Cas hand still tight against it, and Cas can smell herself on Deanna's fingers.

Humming, Deanna brings her fingers to her lips and Cas turns her head to watch as Deanna licks them, a slow drag of tongue, before drawing them into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and, fuck, Cas shouldn't have told her to stop.

"I don't know if I can carry you," Deanna says, tongue running over the full curve of her bottom lip. "But it's definitely time for bed."

Cas definitely can't argue.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


And I don't even read femmeslash.

(Although goddamn, woman, you're making me want a girlfriend even more than before. *whines* )


(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm so happy you gave this a shot! Thank you so much, bb! :D

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 02:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I can't even-
That was so incredibly hot. Just wow.
My mind has melted and just wow.
See how incoherent I am? See. That's what this has done to me.
Love it :)

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh gosh. <3 I'm so happy that you liked it! Thank you!

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
My feedback was essentially a collection of guttural vocalisations. Luckily you've been spared that. Instead I'm giving you a standing ovation. No words.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mmmm, vocalizations would have been acceptable as well. ;)

I'm so happy you liked it, bb. Thank you so much. <3

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I totally would like to have sex like that. Like, you know, NOW.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sounds good, doesn't it? ;)

Hee, I'm happy you enjoyed it!

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If it's not [ profile] obstinatrix tempting me into reading femmeslash - which I haven't read for years - it's you!

So goooood...

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
mwuahahahahaha! ;)

I'm so, so happy that you liked it, bb. Thank you. <333

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 06:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hnnnng. I never normally read femslash but it was you, so I gave it a shot and holy hell, am I glad I did or what? That was just... unf. SO HOT.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
:DDD I'm so happy you gave it a shot, bb! And even happier that you liked it. Thank you so much!

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-08 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
JFC. I swear, I find all your stuff scorching. Even the stuff that isn't necessarily to my taste. If you ever get around to posting their first meeting, I'll read the hell out of it.

(And now I've got Norah Jones's "I've Got to See You Again" ( in my head.)

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-14 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh gosh, that means a lot to me, not only that you find everything scorching but that you'll give them a shot anyway. That makes me happy. <3

I have notes for their first meeting. And their second. It's definitely a 'verse I'd like to try playing in.

(Ooooh, good song...)


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