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30 June 2007 @ 12:20 pm
don't even try (cause you can't ignore her)  
Title: don't even try (cause you can't ignore her)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Word Count: 477
Warnings: Sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Prompt: 059. - Food (fanfic100)
Summary: That sweet smelling apple pie - with a more than ample serving of whip cream - never stood a chance.
Notes: Dean sure does love pie. ... There's really no other point behind this fic.


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That sweet smelling apple pie - with a more than ample serving of whip cream - never stood a chance.

Jo watches as Dean shovels another hefty fork-load of pie into his mouth.

"You're not even going to share?"

Dean closes his eyes in bliss as he swallows, savoring every last morsel.

"No," he states simply, scooping more pie onto his fork.

Jo huffs and tries to look half annoyed. She doesn't really want any of it; just the priviledge of getting some if she did. When it comes to food, Dean Winchester never shares. But when it comes to pie, he'd sooner stab her with his fork than even let her steal a whiff of its aroma.

The smell is half the taste, he'd said.

Noticing her breathy reply - she's really spending too much time with Sammy, he thinks - a brilliant idea is hatched.

"Mmmmm," he moans obnoxiously loud so he's sure to get her attention. "You have no idea how delicious this is."

Jo throws down the papers she had been trying to focus on. "Why don't you fill me in?" The look he receives could shatter glass.

Taking delight in her annoyance, he continues. "So good," a pause as he fills his mouth with more, "aw hell, it's even better than sex," he finishes, adding another delighted moan to really ruffle her feathers.

A look of disbelief; Dean Winchester might be good at this game, but fortunately for Jo, she's still got an ace up her sleeve.

"Really?" she asks, leaving the table and sidling over to him. "Prove it."

Before he can shoot back an answer she's crawling across the bed and straddling his thighs. He sits the remaining pie aside as she kisses him. His tongue is sticky with the taste of apple.

"You were right," she mumbles against his mouth. "It is delicious."

Still wanting to prove her point - whatever that may be, she can't remember as she loses herself in the slickness of their tongues sliding together - a hand rests on his crotch, rubbing him through the denim. A low groan echoes in his chest and she grins against his lips as she undoes the fastenings on his jeans.

One hand dips under the waistband of his boxers and slender fingers grip hard cock. He squirms beneath her - she loves it when she has that effect on him - but she only moves faster, alternating between fast and hard and long and slow. Attempting to thrust harder into her hand fails; she's got him pinned to the bed. He started this but she's ending it. Her way.

One last, slow thrust and he grunts against her mouth, coming in his pants. Jo takes in his dazed expression and grins to herself.

"Thought so," she smirks, plopping down next to him and grabbing up the pie.


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amus: spn - dean/jo - roadhousedyinganthem on July 6th, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC)
it seems we won't have any luck with that...

Yeah, really. Any female character who comes anywhere near Dean and Sam is doomed, so Jo's not the only one. :(

You're totally welcome! I don't have any ideas as of now, but the pie might make a return in later fics. ;)