Character - Dean
Type - Spice
Word count - 339
"Dean... you've been researching for hours, aren't you tired?" I ask, looking up from my own book. He makes a non-committal grunt, not even looking up.
I sigh loudly. Dean has been over-working himself on this case, hung up on every little detail for days. Sure, I want to kill this son of a bitch as much as the next hunter, but this isn't the way to do it.
"Deeeeaann..." I wine. He looks up this time, offering a sympathetic smile.
"Baby, you know I'm nearly done."
"Take a break, Dean," I insist, "It's unhealthy. Not to mention extremely boring."
He tilts his head to one side before returning his gaze back to the pages. I rack my brain, thinking of how to persuade him. I smirk.
Taking advantage of my smaller build, I climb into his lap. He pushes his chair back a little, accommodating me. Still, he focuses on his book, so I plant a kiss on his cheek.
He takes no notice of me for a few minutes while I just relax in his lap, drawing random shapes on his thigh with my finger.
I am able to grab his attention when I slowly trace my hand further upwards.
"Hey!" he scolds, and I smirk. I kiss his soft lips and he kisses me back before pulling away and whispering apologetically, "I need to get this done."
"Don't you want to-"
"Yes." he says heavily, "Yes, but this case..."
I gently kiss his cheek, then his jaw. I softly kiss down his neck, finding the spot he likes the most. He tries to look uninterested until he betrays his want with a rugged moan. I hear the book shut with a snap and his calloused hands grip around my waist.
"You're so annoying." he laughs, before kissing me deeply.
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