Katie's POV
I smiled over at Sam, and our eyes locked for a long moment. "Tonight has been wonderful," I said. I don't think I've ever been more surprised about anything in my entire life. At least not a good surprise." I looked at the fortune I was still holding in my hand. "Fortune cookies. What a cute idea for ending a Parisian dinner." I said laughing.
"Well, I have a confession to make there. That wasn't planned. We actually were supposed to have pie," Sam said a little sheepishly.
"Oh no," I said, "Don't tell me…" and looked over at Dean."
"Yeah," said Sam, "'fraid so."
I feigned disbelief. "I can't believe that. You guys go to all this trouble to put together a perfect night, and…," I looked across at Dean again. "And Dean ate our pie!"
"Well," he said, looking very sheepish. "Mostly, yeah."
I stared at him in mock horror. "Not you too?" I said.
He shrugged. "It was mostly all gone already so… I figured what the hell."
I laughed then and said, "Well was it at least good?"
"No," he said sadly. "It wasn't all that good. In fact, it was probably a good thing we didn't have it here. Would have totally ruined the meal."
"Riiiight!," I said then, and grinned at him. God, how I loved this man. I had to keep mentally pinching myself to keep believing this was all real. Not just this amazing, spectacular, wonderful night, but that I was even actually here, in this fantasy land, with this fantasy creature who professed to love me. Years from now, when I told myself about this night, I was pretty sure I still wouldn't believe myself.
Maggie's POV
Dean was looking at me with twinkling eyes and a sweet smile. He got up from his chair, made a little bow to me, reached for my hand, and said, "Care to dance?"
Without thinking I blurted out my surprise with, "You can dance?"
He grimaced thoughtfully. "I'm not really sure," He said, "But I can kill monsters. How hard can dancing be?"
I laughed and took his hand, and when he wrapped his arms around me, I didn't care if he could dance or not. This is where I belonged, held closely against his body, held tightly there with his strong, beautifully muscled arms. My tummy was doing flip flops. Chills were running all through me. And my legs were rubbery. I figured this was probably a good time to begin my own series of surprises.
"You're fortune cookie was right. It's almost like I put it in there myself."
"He had his head laying against mine, and he said dreamily, "Hmmm? You have a surprise for me?"
"Maybe more than one," I said teasingly. "Wanna know the first one now?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
'Of course I do," he said grinning.
I leaned up and pulled him a little down so I could whisper in his ear. "I'm not wearing any panties," I said seductively. Instantly I knew his body was having it's own set of reactions.
Dean's POV
I think I made some sort of silly sound when she said that. Everything else in my head flew right out of it. "W... w... what?" I stammered. "You mean, like, all night?"
"Yes, silly, of course all night. Have I gone anywhere that you noticed?"
"Um, no."
I could tell she was taking an unfair delight at the loss of my senses. "But how?" I started to ask, and then a thought hit me. I took my hand from her back and gently began feeling around the front of her dress. I started at the bottom and worked my way up until I felt it, that little tiny piece of metal that for some reason I never really understood, nearly drove me wild with desire… a garter. She was wearing garters to hold up her stockings. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe.
There's something about garters that has always been a turn on for me. Maybe for all men I didn't know. And the thought that here she was, in my arms with absolutely nothing but air between my hand and her sweet spot, and that there was absolutely nothing I could do about that at the moment, suddenly made that the one thing in the world I was most desperate to do.
But all I really could do at the moment was keep on holding her, keep on moving around in circles and calling it dancing. But in my head it was a different story. In my head we weren't on a dance floor fifteen feet from my brother and her sister. In my head we were alone, didn't matter where. In my head I wasn't seeing her in that that beautiful red dress. In my head I was seeing her seductively beautiful body wearing red garters and stockings, offering herself up to me. But even in my head there was nothing I could do about it. In my head I was as helpless to take what she was offering as I would be if I were tied down good and proper with ropes and chains. But in my head that became the only thing I wanted, no, the only thing I needed. Desperately needed. In my head.
Sam's POV
I took my cue from Dean when I saw him get up and ask Maggie to dance, and I asked Katie if she would like to as well. Funny how we hadn't ever danced before this. Had never actually had a real date. Never even gone to dinner except diners on the road and that didn't count. Yet without having so much as a single night of what used to be known as 'courtship, all I wanted now was to get out of the life, settle down with my woman, and be normal. Ha! Like that would ever happen.
But somehow I believed to the depths of my soul that we could actually make it work. Somehow we could actually work out a merger between this horrible, terrible, bloody, violent life we lived and all the sweet, loving, good and wonderful things that could be possible with Katie in my life. Katie. My woman. I loved that. My woman. I have a woman. A woman who actually loves me. Who actually knows all my deepest, darkest secrets, knows them and loves me anyway. This had to work. It had to. Or else, why give her to me in the first place?
Dean made a very funny noise then, and I looked at him out of curiosity. At the same time, Katie gave a little chuckle. Dean had stopped dancing and was just holding still with the oddest expression on his face. "Wonder what's wrong with him?" I mused out loud.
"Oh I suspect I know," said Katie, looking up at me with her eyes twinkling more than usual, and smile that screamed that she was up to something.
"Oh?," I said suspiciously. "And what would that be?"
"Well," she said, quite casually. "I suspect Maggie may have just told him she isn't wearing any panties."
And all of a sudden, I saw myself do pretty much the same things I'd just watched Dean do. I lost my breath for a moment. I stopped dead in my tracks. And my mind threw everything out the window except one thought. "Katie," I said slowly, "Are you… I mean, you too? You know?"
She laid her head against my chest and just kept on acting like we were just dancing, as if my feet could move. As if my body could move. As if my mind could even pay attention. I felt like I'd just been hit with a lust bomb. One second I'm perfectly fine, just dancing with my woman and having sweet thoughts in my head. The next second, wham, one thing on my mind, just like that. And my body reacted accordingly. Talk about power!
"Are you asking me if I'm not wearing panties either?" she asked.
I just nodded.
"Hmmm, she said." How else would I know what Maggie was up to?"
I got control of my voice and I said "But, um, you're wearing stockings," I said, sounding stupid even to myself.
"Yes, how sweet of you to notice," she said teasingly. I got the distinct impression she was really enjoying this. And she was being so coy, pretending not to notice what my body was saying. No what my body was screaming!
"But not," I swallowed because my throat was dry. "Not panty hose?"
"Uh uh," she said.
"Is this the surprise you were talking about?"
"Mmmm, it's a start."
Oh god, I thought to myself. "Katie, how, I mean what's.., um, you know, making them stay up?"
"My stockings?" she asked all innocently. Innocent my ass. She was leading me like a horse to the slaughter, and I was marching right along like I had no more will of my own than that horse would have.
"Well, darling," she said demurely, seduction on her every word. "What else can you think of that holds up stockings?"
I licked my lips. "Well I can think of a couple things." I said.
"Such as..?"
"Okay well, there are garter belts. You know, like they toss out at weddings."
"Mhmm, yes, that's true, there are."
"But that's not what's holding your stockings up is it?"
"Huh uh." she said.
I felt a wave of pure heat just wash over me. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, I think I'm in trouble." I stammered. "Katie, what exactly are you wearing under that dress?"
"A bustier," she said. She pronounced it like "Boost-ee-ay'
"A what?"
"It's kind of like a bra and a corset together. Its also black and lacy, and it doesn't have straps."
I swallowed visibly once again. "Does it have… you know… those things that hold up stockings hanging on it?"
She looked at me like she was all innocence. "Oh, you mean garters?" she asked.
I nodded. That was easier than trying to talk.
"Yes, I do believe this one does."
"Katie?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?"
"No, I don't," she said. I looked over to Dean and suddenly realized Dean and Maggie were gone.
"'Why don't I just show you?" I said, and picked her up and carried her to our room."