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Russian Dolt

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I was just about ready to give up and head back to the hotel. I’ve spent 16 years being a sales representative across Southeast Asia, and I know all the regional variations on the prostitutes fairly well. Here in Manila, a Russian girl would go for at least twice the price of a local. A Malay girl would go for a discount. But too much of the same old thing grows boring, and that’s why I was out in the bars tonight instead of just calling an escort to the hotel for a “massage”.

I wasn’t sure what I was after, to be honest, which was part of the problem. Maybe a threesome? A gymnastics girl doing tricks for me – and on me? I’ve heard that in some countries the Olympic teams even earn some side money in brothels. I’ve never found it myself, but that would be something different at least. So far nothing I had found had really turned my crank. I was polishing off a mediocre whiskey when I was approached at the bar by the man.

The guy was younger than me, maybe 25, and looked very Russian. Buzzed hair, tank top, tight jeans, flip flops, cheap tats and the don’t give a fuck attitude that their entire nation has adopted since they lost the Cold War. He smelled of smoke and cheap cologne. He looked to be in great shape. I didn’t want anything to do with him.

“I overheard you speaking of freak sex, yes?”

The accent was heavily Russian as well. This could be exactly what I was after, but it could also end up with me robbed and dead in a ditch.

“What’s it to you?”

“We have proposal. Have you had sex as not you?”

Despite the hot and wet climate, I could feel a wall of heat radiating on my other side as one real furnace of a man stepped closer to me. I turned my head and looked right into a black tank top. It was filled with a huge pile of meat. I looked up at his face and he made a silent nod. Perhaps not as stereotypically Russian, but still very much old Soviet stock, and presumably lots of old Soviet hormones, not all his. His muscles seemed to have muscles.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “Sex as not me?”

“We have a thing that lets you do sex as if someone else. Understand? You could be me?”

“I could be you? Who would you be?”

“I would be you, for short time. Very short. Then you as me do any things, dangerous things. Nasty things. But safe for you. When finished, you are you and I am I.”

I was thinking really hard on how this scam worked. Was this just going to trick me out of 5000 pesos, or was the end goal to take me for all I was worth? The setup was intriguing. Performing sex as someone else… I’d certainly never tried that before. I didn’t want to let fear hold me back, in part because I knew, loathe as I’d be to admit it, that it often did.

“What kind of nasty things?” I finally answered.

“Many different things. You chose. How about fucked by wrestler?”

He gestured towards the pillar of meat on my other side. That surprised me. Back home where I grew up there was a lot of "God hates fags" and crude gay jokes, but I always thought it was a bit obsessive. It's a free country so they can do whatever they want, as long as they keep me out of it. I’d never had sex with a man before, obviously. Never even considered it. I was about to protest how I wasn’t a fag, when a small little voice at the back of my head pointedly said “Damn straight, but apparently he is one.” Well, if I was going to be someone else, then why not go for something truly wild and different? Something I would never put my own body through.

“How does it work? How do we do it?”

“We put your body somewhere safe. To keep your mind off it. Then we swap. When you are done, we swap again. 3000 pesos per hour.”

Twenty minutes later, if even that, the three of us were standing in my hotel room. The lobby was deserted, save for the night manager who gave us a disapproving look on our way to the elevator. On the way up, I made a quick estimate of what everything I brought was worth. I only had my carry on, some clothes, my laptop, cell phone and travel wallet. If I was completely cleared out by these guys, I could stay an extra day, have the cards blocked and reissued, use insurance to buy replacements, and be on my way. Not much to lose, really.

The big hunk of meat was Boris, because of course he’d be a Boris. He didn’t speak any English. The sleazy guy in the wifebeater was Mikhail, and he was now explaining the details of how he proposed we do this. He had a handcuff with a really long chain, so I could be cuffed to the bathroom water pipe and still make it to the bed. This would allow Mikhail, in my body, to stay securely in the room, watch TV, use the bathroom and such and such while I was out in his body. I was full of doubt. Step one really can’t be that I chain myself with handcuffs to the bathroom pipes? Mikhail saw my hesitation without me saying anything.

“You want to see first, yes?”

“Please.”

From his pocket he pulled out two thumb rings. They were plain iron rings with no inlays, but with engraved symbols running around them, which gave them a brutish look. He gave me one.

“Sit down. Put it on, right hand.”

I did as I was told, and nothing happened. He sat down next to me on the bed and unceremoniously slipped on his ring. Instantly, everything shifted a few feet to the side, and I suddenly looked out of his eyes instead of mine. It worked. It felt amazing.

His body was in such great shape. I ran my hand over the buzz cut stubble on my head, feeling the prickliness of it against my palm. Then, swiftly, just as quickly as I had jumped into his body, I was back in mine, looking at my hand. Mikhail had just removed the ring.

“You can see it works. You want to continue, yes?”

I sure did. I could scarcely believe this technology was legit. Perhaps it was magic. I know, magic isn't real, but then neither are body swaps. I put the ring back on, and wow, the rush. I was back in Mikhail’s body.

Mikhail patted me and got up. It was so trippy to see my body moving next to me. He quickly locked the handcuff to to his left wrist and then stepped into the bathroom to attach the other end of the cuff. He then stepped out again and gave me the key.

“Here, keep this safe. My suggestion would be to put it in the room safe, so you don’t lose it in the excitement.”

To my shock, he was talking fluent English now, without any accent.

“I will do,” I answered, immediately laughing a dumb Russian laugh. Wow, how stupid my own voice sounded. I sounded just like Mikhail in voice, accent and whacked English.

I immediately realized that whatever these rings did wasn't simply placing my brain inside Mikhail's body. That would just change the voice. But to also changed my accent and even words and grammar, which hinted at something more complex. It somehow both frightened and excited me, and I felt a stir in my pants. I wondered what else would be different, what else this body I now inhabited might be made of.

I put the key and my wallet in the safe, and locked it with 7478. Same code as my old phone, based on the Boeing 747-8 plane. As an international businessman I've had many trips on those. Boris started moving and ushered me out of the room, almost impatiently. As the room door clicked shut, I realized that I’m standing outside of my room with no key, no ID, a different body, and next to this oversized hunk of meat. I reminded myself that I can, at any moment, just remove the ring and appear back in the room. I could then open the safe, grab the key, unlock the shackles on my own body, and pretend like nothing had happened. As long as I have my hand free to remove the ring, there is no need for a safe word tonight. I chuckled with Mikhail’s voice at my own internal pun.

The feeling was amazing, getting accustomed to the body. I could tell my first thought was spot on: this bod was in great shape. It was lithe, almost sprightly compared to where I was at normally. Toned and packed with just enough firm muscle to have a bit of a swagger, it seemed. As we strode out of the hotel and into one of the waiting taxis, I ran a hand through my buzzed hair once more, feeling the spike of the flat cut against my palm. I tugged a little and played with the studs in my ear lobes.

Is this how fags felt, I wondered? Are these sort of bodies part of where their pride and sex drive comes from? I hadn’t given any thought before to the idea that men who are attracted to men might find their own bodies hot, too. I looked down at my forearms, noticing the fit power in them, the veins lightly popping. It did look good to me. I could feel queer thoughts, but I wasn’t ashamed or repulsed by them. This wasn’t me, but I could tell it could be very hot to play the gay. And looking at my arms, I felt an erotic buzz. I was starting plump up a little. I was legitimately turned on.

“In Soviet Russia, you not find faggot. Faggot find you!” I said out loud, laughing, thinking that I sounded even dumber than Mikhail did in this voice. One of my favorite jokes finally had a body worthy of it. Both Boris and the driver ignored me.

I suppose Russians didn’t usually make such a classic Russian joke, did they? Or did they? This really was the most out-of-body experience I’ve ever had, quite literally. Talk about risk versus reward payoff. I had to do it again.

“In Soviet Russia, big dick find you!” I found myself slurring, stupidly, and just hearing the ridiculous accent come out of Mikhail’s mouth, a mouth that was mine for the time being, made me snort with laughter again. I didn’t expect that the first few things I’d be doing in this body would be laughing my ass off. It was truly surreal. But it was hilarious, I mean, wow. Maybe it was my way of trying to find my sea legs after such radical change.

We arrived at a different hotel only 15 minutes away from mine, but looking at it they couldn't be further apart. If Mikhail and Boris looked seedy in the lobby of my hotel, they would appear posh in this neighborhood. I was still not used to this body, and wobbled a bit getting out of the taxi. Boris stopped and waited by the hotel entrance while I made a few jumps to test that everything is fine.

“Boris,” I say, my voice reminding me of some squirrel and moose thing – Natasha – Rocky and Bullwinkle – I can’t get over this accent –

“Boris, where is room?”

I find that I almost have a feel for the way the Russkies talk, I think, and that if I just roll with it, I’ll be able to work with it almost effortlessly. Boris started leading me into the hotel and down a hall. He stopped by a door and opened it, with a real key. Not one of those card reader doors. He entered the room and I followed.

First thing I did was to swagger on over to the mirror. I didn't get a good look while in my room before Boris ushered me out. Yeah, I pretty much looked amazing. This body, or whatever sense of sexual desire was in this bod, recognizes male beauty in a way that wasn’t apparent to me at all as a straight guy. This body is fit, it is toned, it is more tanned than I would have expected from a Russian guy. He must have been in The Philippines for a while now, I figured. The tats, which I thought looked like cheap pieces of shit from a budget tattoo parlor before, looked masculine, tough, and sleazy.

I looked like the mirror image of a guy who lived to fuck, drink, smoke and party, I thought- And I could feel that I was craving a smoke, too. But man, that mirror… I was boned, totally erect over a man for the first time in my life, even if it just was myself, in a way.

Mikhail had been wearing that rich brand of underwear to try to act like he was worth something, I suppose. What’s the name of it? I can’t even remember, not being an underwear type myself. To me, despite whatever he must have spent, the briefs and tats all just made him look cheap and trashy. But I liked it. It’d be perfect for tonight. I fully intended to take advantage of it all, go out for a while, have fun and bring someone back tonight. If things stayed chill, I was ready to fuck. Boris looked bored, and wasn’t even really watching me, so I was guessing things were cool.

I recalled Mikhail had blurted something out earlier about “Fuck Wrestler,” which I presumed meant Boris. And I had been thinking maybe I’d do that, initially, not really being sure what I’d do. But now that I was attracted to men, apparently, I really just didn’t think Boris was my type. Or this body’s type. Or whatever. He didn’t seem to be into me, either. I like the look of Mikhail’s body for sure, and it’s almost mesmerizing to me. Breaking away from the mirror is a bit of a challenge, I notice, as I put my tank top back on. Maybe the old line about Narcissus isn’t so far from the truth after all.

“Boris, I want to go to bar,” I said. “Gay bar. You know where?” “да,” the oaf answered.

I understood it as "Yes", of course, but I understood it in a fluid way. Could I speak it, too?

“Вы можете общаться со мной на русском языке?” I blurted to see if he could understand me. My own words sound like something an insect would come up with. They buzzed. They sounded slushy, and they sounded like shit. I really don’t know how folks can speak such an ugly language, how anything could evolve in such a strange way.

“да.” he said again, without any emotion.

There’s some male jewelry on the counter, I noticed as I started to turn out the lights. Dog tags, a pendant. I picked them up and put em on. Looks good- Wonder if Mikhail walked around with that, normally. The whole walk to the bar, I couldn’t help but to act cocky, shifting my posture, feeling playful with this body. Boris, as I found out by trying to chat him up, despite him being a man of few words, did have a pack of cigarettes to help me out with. Soon I’m bumming a couple off of him, and as soon as I could get away with it outside of the lobby, I light up.

The guys walking around Manila that we passed – some are kind of, I don’t know how to put it…not ugly, but not really attractive. I wasn’t really drawn to the girls, I noticed, but not the guys either, all that much. Some of them caught my eye a little more than others. I hoped when we got to the bar that I would find one of the Russians I was expecting to be there. Was that what my genes were hunting for, or was that what I just was expecting to find? A Russian? Would I be attracted to a German, a Frenchman or an American if I ran into any? Good luck picking one up with this voice, I thought to myself. But this is a sexy body. I bet I could pick up a lot of different kinds of guys. Gays aren’t really known for being particular, I thought. At least they’re known to do a lot of depraved shit with anyone. They aren’t like women. They have it easy, so I should too.

The thought of trying to hit on a guy, though I had no clue how to do it, seemed amusing. I felt a tinge of nervousness, but then I remembered this isn’t my real body. I could say anything. There’s a wallet in these jeans and I flipped through it. Was that arranged? There’s enough cash in there, 400 pesos, to drink for a while depending on the prices. I wonder if Boris would loan me more, but how smashed would I really gonna get? It should be more than enough.

Soon we were in the bar. I eyed the field. I spotted my prey almost instantly. Dark beard, full, thick. Bomber sunglasses tank top, twists of tribal tattoo down one arm. I wondered what sort of guy wears glasses in a bar, and I was thinking, fag guys do. And that’s you too, fag boy, so hop to it. And it was alluring, even as I knew it was done for affect. I didn’t care. He was hot.

I didn’t sit down by him right away, though. Boris and I took a spot at the corner, by the entrance. Soon enough, though, I wink at him on his way to take a piss. Why not? Nothing to lose, man.

Once he was out of sight Boris stood up, and surprised I asked him if he was going to leave. I kind of expected he would stick around to make sure I didn't do anything too stupid with Mikhail's body. He smiled for the first time, patted me too hard in the back, responded "Ты справишься" and left. And with that I was on my own.

Well, that’s all fine with me, because I was worried these guys might think I already scored Boris or something. Didn’t want that crimping my game. I was totally comfortable on my own, too. Fuck, it’s not my body. Still can’t get over how liberating it was to just know it.

The night got rolling, more folks were trickling into the club, and Bomber Glasses and I were talking, finally. He is German, but does speak some English. This body did the work for me, I thought. He was into me. I couldn’t help but be fixated at his beard, man, and the chest hair that foofed out of the top of his tank. He has a dog tag of his own around his neck. It’s all so sleazy and fucked up. It’s weird, knowing that what once would have repulsed now allured.

Soon he was buying me a drink. I wondered if I was attracted to powerful guys, as this was the first one who caught my eye out of the bunch, not that there were many to choose from. He was at least a good three inches taller than me. Darker complexion. Thicker hair, and of course that beard. That chest. Mine’s got just a little fuzz. I started to wonder if Russians were a hairy people compared to Germans. I didn’t think they really were, but some definitely are. The train of thoughts caught me by surprise. I’ve never before considered how hairy guys are. Must be the fag in me for sure. Wondered what mixing with this body for the night is gonna do to my mind, long-term. You know, like what if it’s like the long-term effects of a powerful dose of shrooms? That might not be good, depending. It felt OK in the trial swap we did earlier, so clearly it reverts without any seeming issues, but then that was just after a few seconds.

No time to be nervous, though. I wanted to get my money’s worth.

Now the guy’s looking at me, intensely, right in the eyes over drinks, and I was feeling like maybe the gays have a point about wanting their public display of affection. I was feeling like if this guy wanted to fuck out in the streets of Manila with me, I’d do it, despite the filth and chaos. By the time he was kissing me, right in the bar, and I was feeling his thick beard press into my jaw, and we’re speaking our stupid, malformed English to each other, all I could think about was the hard cock that might end up in my ass tonight if this kept going well. I wantws this guy to come back to the hotel with me.

“You and I,” I said, between kisses. “Go wild, with sex, you make sex with me. Hot as sex,” I went, fascinated by the chest hair he was got spilling out of the neckline, rubbing it with my fingers, playing with it, all as best as I could. He was trying to slobber on my earlobe stud and probe my tongue with his ear. We’re making a scene in the bar. I couldn’t care less. He stripped my shirt off right then and there in the bar so he could see my chest. He was playing with my pecs, rubbing the muscle, slapping my firm belly, my firm biceps. “Flex for me,” he commands. I've never done that in my life before, and don't really know how, but somehow I manage to make some tight abs for him. He is lost in admiration, I could see.

We walked out the backdoor of the club, his fingers in the back pocket of one of my jeans, not just kinda steering me, as I’m rather sloshed, but claiming me. Showing who is the top. He squeezed an ass cheek through the denim, and I loved it. He leaned in for another kiss. It’s a steamy night. I needed a smoke, so I lit one up, buzzed up, feeling dreamy as hell, wondering what "nasty things” would actually going to be like. A cock up my ass? I could take one, fuck if I care. Sounded glorious right then. I wondered if I could feel that desire in my ass that they supposedly get? Not yet, I thought, searching my thoughts to see if I felt anything, and decided that maybe it’s because I haven’t tried it, yet. I wanted to try it. This German guy, a man, had me feeling like a creature of beauty. I felt beautiful in a way no woman had ever made me feel before.

I can scarcely remember the walk back to the hotel, for all the alcohol, hormones and groping. I remember wanting to be rather cautious the whole while. Manila is just loaded with chaos, deep pits and potholes you can step into, nothing in the way of sidewalks, not to mention motobikes and jeepneys. The hotel was much too close to bother with a cab.

I remember thinking that the longer I stayed in this body, the more risk I was taking, but I’d come this far tonight and intended to finish it. We didn’t set a time limit. “When you are done” was the deal. That made sense, as they got paid by the hour. They’d want to give me time to fuck until I’m sick of it, presumably by dawn at the latest, and I would obviously want my body back. This set of jeans didn’t even come with ID, and most of my few bucks had already been spent at the bar.

As for the sex, this guy was experienced. I figured as much, but found it out fast once we were in the bedroom together. I mean, I had barely latched the door behind me when he really flaunted his power, flipping me right around, pressing my back up against the door, passionately taking my jaw in his big hands and kissing me, licking me, tenderly and firmly, all at the same time. It’s hard to describe. He was even licking up my neck in broad strokes like I’m a fruit that’s ripe on the vine. It was hot. I suppose I must be a fruit, at least for tonight, haha. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, on my breath. I wanted to hear my dumb, hot, sexy Russian voice again. I was fumbling to get him out of his tank, which should have been an easy move, but I was too drunk.

“Chest, man,” I said. “You hairy, man. You are hairy. It’s hot.” I sounded like an idiot, I know, but it’s hot to hear my voice, too, my slurring, Russian voice.

”Yeah, boy,” he went, feeling up my pecs. I liked being called boy by this guy. Made me feel young, sexy, which I am. And I knew it.

He was practically ripping me out of my briefs and threw me on the bed. He got me naked, and he has got coke. It’s not my body, I think. I knew what to do, believe it or not. I've been to the bars around Wall street and seen what happens in the men's room. So I snorted up a line off the glass counter, walked over, naked, lit up a cigarette right in the room. Didn’t see any non-smoking signs, at least. This isn't the kind of hotel that bothers with smoke detectors. He slapped me on the ass and I couldn’t believe this was me, just hanging out casually, naked with a guy who’s occasionally slobbering all over my lower jaw.

I snorted another line. I felt amped, like coffee, only crazier. I took more at once. With a cross-fade like this, I know it’s more dangerous. Not my body, not my problem.

He was wrestling me down. I loved the feel of my muscles pushing back against his, and I loved trying to toss him, to pin him down, but he was stronger. We wrestled a lot that night, playful. I was so drunk it didn’t really hurt even when he threw me to the floor and body slammed me. It’s just fucking fun, don’t know how to put it, that state when you’ve got adrenaline and passion and lust and a few drugs pumping through your veins.

Man, his cock was a thick one. At one point I remember him shoving his hand in my ass, licking and slobbering all up in my crack, and I’m just on hands and knees, drooling, playing with my own dick as it flopped around and dangled down, making slimy fish line circles of pre-cum in the carpet. Although most dicks in the world are uncut, it somehow felt wrong that my dick now was one of them. Like peeing with boxers on. I was on my haunches, and he was fucking the living shit out of me. It hurt and I yelped out, but guy knew what he was doing, I told myself.

At one point, I half cum, forcing myself to hold it back, not wanting the experience to end so soon. “Try,” I said to him, stopping, getting up off my knees. “Try not to cum,” I said. I had pulled back, hard, using my groin muscles to stop it so I could save my load. A minute later I was good to go again. He put a cock ring on me, telling me that will shut the dick up. I don't know if he brought it or if he found it in the room. Everything was a blur. “You are my pet now”, he told me. He was pushing me down, going for my armpits, slobbering and licking all over them. I had no idea men did that. I was shocked, but it felt great.

There were other surprises. I didn’t expect to be gagging on his thick cock, or expect that he’d seemed to want to pleasure in making me choke on it. But I sure as hell did choke on it. “Spit on it,” he ordered, so I did. “Lick,” he said, so I did, licking my own spit on his cock. I was slobbering up his cock as much as I could with my tongue, thinking that must be what he wanted. It felt good to do. I mean, what an iron rod, what a maypole. This was better than eating pussy, I thought, for sure. I wondered if I’d feel that way tomorrow, realizing I wouldn’t, so I’d better make the most of it now. This would have just seemed sick to me yesterday.

“Fuck me, fuck hard, fuck my ass,” I said to him. My ass had almost started to throb after getting fucked for a while, and it was starting to feel almost empty when it wasn’t getting fucked. Crazy but true, like I wanted him in there. I wondered if this was the prostrate being activated. I could feel it, almost like a heartbeat or something, inside my ass. “Put it in,” I said, wanting him to fuck me more, wanting to understand these sensations better. My ass was sore and yet it just felt so good. Fuck the pain away, and why not?

We took a breather and it was hard to even keep my hands off him for a little while. I wanted to at least massage his shoulders, wrap my arms around him, stroke his legs. If I didn’t have a life of my own, a successful, straight life, I could almost love this guy. The feelings were just so intense, drunk as I was. Probably the alcohol was causing the feelings, but did it matter? He was so beautiful to me. He made me feel sexy. We knew what to do with each other, even as new and awkward as I surely was. The dumb Russian voice Mikhail had was awkward, so fuck if it would matter if my technique was, too. This was all for my excitement, not for the sake of the performance, I remembered.

How long did we fuck? It must have been hours. Time passes at such strange rates when you’ve been partying. I remember my cock being sore, the skin rubbed raw, the thing just aching from the weight of the cock ring, swollen up, but not wanting to stop. I wasn’t sure if I could even get the ring off at this point, drunk as I was. Fuck the pain. “Harder,” I grunted at one part. “Fuck me harder. Deutschland!” I shouted, playful, in lust, this German sex king… my own command sounded like a woof. I really was his pet. But he was also mine.

I didn’t just pass out, I blacked out. I blacked out hard.

I was utterly confused when I woke up in a hotel bed, but then memories started trickle in. The body swap. I clearly was still in Mikhail’s body, I knew, because I could feel it. I felt sore. Wait, why was I still in Mikhail’s body? Looking around I could see I was in the bed in his shitty hotel room, no German to be found. I got up while the whole body was screaming in agony. The bed sheets were pretty much ruined with semen and other fluids. What a mess. My head throbbed with a hangover worse than I have ever experienced before. I stumbled over to the mirror.

Young, muscled, and well-hung were the bright side of what I saw. Everything else I saw in the mirror disgusted me, even more now than when I swapped into it yesterday. I was naked except for the thumb ring and a cock ring. The dick and balls looked bruised, a dangerously purple color. I tentatively touched the dick and pleasure tinged pain shot through my body. It was swollen and had a dull ache, but a small part of me even wanted to play with this dick some more, as I was still horny as fuck. I didn't remember cumming. I didn't even dare to think about the agony it would be to remove that cock ring. I needed to recoup.

I knew Boris and Mikhail were basically showboating a lot of this from the get-go, but after all that, I was really tired of this immersive experience shit. I didn’t know where the German went. I didn’t know if he even kissed me goodbye, and I tell myself it doesn’t matter. This was the wildest trip I’ve ever been on, and definitely worth it. But I didn’t want to deal with this body. I didn’t want to be a fag any longer. I reached to remove the thumb ring when a sudden fear came over me, like I needed to think this through. I paused.

When I remove the ring, where would I end up? Strapped to a cross in a BDSM dungeon? In a Filipino jail? Who knew what sort of Willy Wonka arrangement these guys had in store for me? Hopefully this is just part of the game, or it’s something else that I’m not thinking of. I was trying not to panic. I was not feeling amused anymore. I just wanted out.

I was hungry, thirsty, sore, emotionally drained, horny, and I had a godawful craving for a smoke. Whatever they’ve done to my real body, it couldn’t be any worse than this.

I removed the ring.

Nothing happened.

I screamed. I punched the wall. I screamed ‘fuuuuuuck!’ until I was sobbing on the filthy bed. I was reduced to a crying mess, not surprisingly.

This is my body now. A trashy fag’s body, with an unrelenting sex drive, a smoking habit, a drinking habit, and I no doubt more addictions waiting to be discovered. No surprise he was eager to ditch it. I'm sure my hotel room was cleared out by now, the credit cards emptied to the limit. What would I do with the stuff there anyway? Clothes that doesn't fit and a passport I can't use. This is who I am now, and there is no way to even begin to explain it to anyone, without seeming like a madman.

I really needed a smoke.

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ladywinchester1967 · 6 years

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Off The Beaten Path I Reign:

Chapter 11: Nothing Else Matters

Warnings: SMUT, literally all of the smut, with wedding feels thrown in. We got oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, face riding, semi-public sex. Also fluff, angst and feels.

A/N: MUAHAHA, it’s baaaack!!! This chapter took some TIME to write, but I hope you guys enjoy it! This sotry is FAR from over, I have so much material to work with, I can even....like, seriously! Per usual, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics ARE NOT. This is another LONG chapter so get a drink, a snack and get comfy ya’ll!

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“Never opened myself this way, life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say. Trust I seek and I find in you, every day for us something new, Open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters.” ~ Metallica

After the proposal, Kat had convinced Dean to go home to the bunker. At first, he and Sam were icy toward one another, both still angry and hurt. But, Sam had softened up once Kat shared their mutual good news.

“About time.” Sam had said with a smirk and hugged her tightly.

Two months later; it was time for the wedding.

"I don't want a three-ring circus," Kat had said the moment she started planning "I want this to be is like and elegant, but simple at the same time, can we do that?”

“We can just do the traditional hand fastening ceremony,” Shannon said “and then party after that.”

“Short, sweet and to the point.” Kat had told her.

The ceremony was to take place in a park just outside Lebanon that owed Sam and Dean a favor after they'd gotten rid of some pesky werewolves in the area. The couple that owned the place were delighted to host the wedding and even offered to decorate their dining hall for the occasion.

When the time for the wedding came, Kat was waiting for her time to walk in, nervously looking around the room. A knock came at the door and she stood.

"Come in" she said

The door opened and Sam walked in, his eyes wide.

"Well?" She asked "How do I look?"

She was wearing an ivory sleeveless knee length lace dress with a white ribbon tied in the middle.

**INSERT DRESS PICTURE HERE**

She had a silver headband with jewels on it, wedge heels, her hair tied in a low bun and red lipstick.

"Oh my god," Sam said "He's going to pass out."

"Don't you let him faint," Kat teased as he came into the room and closed the door behind him.

"You okay?" He asked

"Nervous," she said "Like an excited nervous."

Sam smiled and hugged her.

"I've never seen my brother this happy" he said "You're incredible and you'll make an amazing wife."

She hugged him back and said

"Good thing I wore waterproof mascara" and he laughed as they parted.

"Thanks for letting me be part of the family; I know how close you two are and I love you both so, so much." Kat said

"He gets out of line, you call me." Sam said

"You are number one on my short list" she told him.

Another knock came and Kat told whoever it was to come in. It was Dave, dressed in his finest Scottish attire, including a kilt, he was ready to walk Kat down the aisle in place of her own father.

“Dave,” she breathed, he looked handsome and she told him so.

“Oh sweet girl,” he said as he tried not to cry “you look so beautiful.”

Sam joined Dean to wait for their cue to walk in.

"I just saw her," Sam said "She climbed out a window and ran."

"That's not funny Sammy." Dean said, he looked like he was sweating bullets.

"Why are you freaking out?" Sam asked.

"I'm not freaking out, are you freaking out? Why would I freak out?" Dean asked quickly as he started pacing.

"You need to calm down," Sam said "You'll be fine."

"I can't go in there." Dean said, looking at the doors.

"Yes, you can and you will," Sam said "Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. You love her right?"

"Yes, I love her," Dean said "I wouldn't be standing here sweating like a whore in church if I didn't."

"Then what are you worried about?" Sam asked

"What if this marriage thing isn't all it's cracked up to be?" Dean asked, still pacing "We didn't have the best role models for that. Dad was gone all the time and constantly letting Mom down. I can't let Kat down."

"You won't" Sam said "The only thing that would let her down is if you stood her up today."

Dean took some deep breaths and finally stopped pacing.

"I need liquor," he said "That's your job best man."

After a couple of shots of whiskey, Dean managed to get himself together enough to walk down the aisle. It was a small ceremony, taking place by a huge fire place inside a stone hall. There were flowers and candles placed around, and the twenty or so guests sat in white chairs. After Sam walked down the aisle and stood between Dean and Castiel, the doors closed. The music started up again and the doors opened as Claire walked in as Kat's bridesmaid, wearing a deep purple dress. Jody walked in next, serving as maid of honor, her dress was also a deep purple. The doors closed again as Shannon, who was their officiant, stood at the front said

"Please rise" and all the guests stood up as the music changed and the doors opened.

There stood Kat, arm in arm with Dave, her face splitting into a huge grin when she saw Dean. All synapses that commanded him to breathe seemed to stop as she made her way down the aisle, smiling at him. She and Dave stopped a foot away from Dean, who stayed rooted in his spot. Sam elbowed him and he came to his senses and stepped forward. Dave placed Kat's hand in Dean's, clapped Dean on the shoulder and walked over to take his place in one of the front row seats.

"You may be seated" Shannon said and the guests sat down "We are gathered here on this gorgeous day," she said, albeit sarcastically. It was raining cats and dogs outside. "To join Katlynn and Dean into the bonds of marriage. Please step forward and join hands."

They stepped forward and Kat handed her bouquet to Jody.

"Today these two halves of a life will join to make one; full of love, happiness and many cherished memories. Who has the rings?"

Kat turned to Jody and Dean turned to Sam, who each handed them a ring.

"Katlynn, place the ring on the fourth finger of Dean's left hand" Shannon said

Kat did and Shannon continued

"Katlynn, do you take this man to be your husband? Will you comfort him, honor him, love him, keep him in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" Kat said and slid the ring on to Dean's finger.

"Dean, place the ring on the fourth finger of Katlynn's left hand" Shannon said

Dean did, his hands shaking.

"Dean, do you take this woman to be your wife? Will you comfort her, honor her, love her, keep her in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Dean said and slid the ring on her finger. Kat squeezed his hands, giving him a reassuring look.

Shannon reached in her pocket and pulled out two lengths of ribbon, one red and one blue, representing Kat and Dean's favorite colors.

"In the presence of your friends and family I now bond your hands together to symbolize your new union of love, trust and friendship" Shannon said. Dean and Kat held up their hands and the judge wrapped the ribbons loosely into an infinity symbol around their hands.

"Look upon one another and say the words" Shannon said.

Kat and Dean looked at each other and in unison said

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger."

"I am his, and he is mine." Kat said

"I am hers, and she is mine." Dean said

"From this day, until the end of my days." They finished together.

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife" Shannon said and untied their hands "Dean, you may kiss your bride." he said

They met in the middle and kissed, while their friends clapped and cheered. They parted, grinning like crazy.

Kat turned to Jody and got her bouquet then she and Dean faced their friends.

"It's my pleasure" Shannon said with tears in her eyes "To introduce to you of the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester."

Their friends clapped and cheered as they walked back down the aisle and out the door. Once they were out of sight, they hugged and kissed.

"We did it," she said "You're stuck with me now!”

"Please, YOU'RE stuck with ME," he said and kissed her again. "Now what?" He asked

"Well, there's only one thing to do now." she said.

"YOUR LOVE IS LIKE BAD MEDICINE; BAD MEDICINE IS WHAT I NEED WHOA!"

Were the words Dean and Kat were screaming at each other in the bar.

After the ceremony, everyone met up at a bar to celebrate the Winchester Wedding.

"SHAKE IT UP JUST LIKE BAD MEDICINE!" Dean and Kat yelled "THERE AIN'T NO DOCTOR THAT CAN CURE MY DISEASE!"

"I don't understand the complexity of this song" Castiel said "Bad medicine can kill someone."

Sam, who didn't feel like deciphering the finer points of Bon Jovi lyrics, said "This is the song they blare in the car Cas, nothing deeper than that."

When the song ended, Dean banged a butter knife on his beer bottle.

"A toast!" He said and they all raised their glasses

"Thanks everyone for being here today," Kat said "We love that we could share this with all of you. Thanks to everyone that helped us plan and pull this off in two months, you guys and girls are the real heroes."

"To my new wife," Dean said "I love you."

"I love you too new husband." Kat said and they kissed while everyone jeered and took a drink from their glasses and bottles. With that, Sam stood up and tapped a utensil on his glass. Kat and Dean looked at him and he said

"It's tradition for the best man to make a toast to the groom and tell embarrassing stories about him. But today, as usual, I'm not following tradition. This toast is for the bride."

Kat's eyes went wide.

"When two people care about and love each other each other as much as my brother and Kat do, it's usually expressed through mushy cards and long sappy glances at one another." Sam went on, which made Kat and Dean laugh

"With them, it's different" Sam said "I've watched Kat pull an all nighter to search for lore even I couldn't find, she works her ass off to improve all of our gear, I've lost count of how many times she has gone above and beyond the call of duty and saved our asses. But none of that compares to how she looks at Dean."

Kat's eyes welled up

"When Kat looks at Dean, you see beyond the attraction between them. You see the respect, the friendship, the love and admiration and when he looks at her, you see the exact same thing. Though all of the places Dean and I have been, the things we've seen and experiences we've had together; I can honestly say that everything pales in comparison to that look between them. So, here's to the bride." Sam said, raising his glass "Kat, welcome to the family."

"Here, here!" Jody yelled and everyone took a drink from their bottles and glasses. Kat rushed forward and gave Sam a big hug, tears running down her cheeks.

"Thank you Sam." she said, her voice cracking and she gave Sam a kiss on the cheek.

That night, Dean and Kat went to a cabin the park was letting them use for the weekend. They wouldn't be able to take a long honeymoon, but a weekend alone they had decided, was better than nothing. They pulled up in front of the small cabin, which had a log exterior, a wide front porch and green shutters. Above them, dark, thick clouds had gathered, the distinct rumble of thunder could be heard once the Impala's engine had been cut.

"Oh, it's cute!" Kat said.

"Cute?" He asked "It's a cabin in the woods."

"You hush and let me enjoy this." Kat said as they got out, the cold night air biting at her exposed skin. "I get you to myself for two and half days, let me just have this." she said

They grabbed their bags out of the backseat, shut their doors and walked up to the front door.

"Okay, fair enough." Dean said as they walked up the stairs. He unlocked the door and then bent down and picked her up, bridal style.

"Put me down!" She half yelled and half laughed as he opened the door.

"If we're gonna do this, we're doing it right" Dean said "I'm carrying you over the threshold."

"Oh my god" Kat said as he opened the door and they walked through it.

He kicked the door shut

"You loved it, admit it." Dean said and set her down. She playfully slapped his chest and said

“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she sighed dramatically “I did.”

He took her hand and pulled her up the stairs and into the dark bedroom.

"Okay, close your eyes." he said

"Can I take my shoes off first?" She asked

"Yes, you can take your shoes off, and I'll take that bag." he said.

She handed him her bag, took her shoes off and set them to the side.

"No peeking." he said

Kat covered her eyes and waited. She heard, their bags being put off to the side, a lighter be struck and him fiddling with something.

"Okay, give me your hand, but don't open your eyes yet." Dean said.

Kat kept her eyes closed and extended her right hand. He pulled her a few steps closer and she heard him tap something close by.

"Okay, open them." Dean said

Kat opened her eyes and he had lit a few candles around the room and she could hear the first few chords of Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" playing.

"What're we doing?" She asked

"This" he said and spun her in a circle.

She laughed

"Are we seriously slow dancing to Metallica on our wedding night?" She asked and laced her hands together on the back of his neck.

"Yep, we sure are." he said, putting his hands on her hips.

She shrugged

"This is so us and I love it" she said and they turned in a slow circle. She rested her head on his chest, absorbing everything around her, hoping that this would be saved somewhere in her memory where she's never, ever forget it. The love she felt was more intense than anything else she'd felt in her life, she knew it would overwhelm her if she thought about how much she loved him and how much she knew he loved her in return. Outside, the clouds opened up and it began to softly rain as thunder and lightning split the sky.

"You okay?" He asked

"Yeah," she said "Just thinking."

The song ended and he pulled back.

"About what?" He asked

She sighed, content

"This is everything I've ever wanted," she told him "I don't like admitting this; but I always wanted the fairy tale romance. I never thought that would happen to me and in a weird, twisted way, it kind of did."

He raised an eyebrow at her

"I got my Prince Charming," she said "Only instead of a shining suit of armor and a white horse; mine has a plaid shirt and a black Chevy Impala."

This made him laugh and smile.

"I got the beautiful princess," he said "but mine has a foul mouth and good aim. I wouldn't have it any other way."

They both laughed and she said

"Me neither" and kissed him.

When they pulled back, she couldn't help but admire him. He had the slightest trace of a smirk on his lips, his green eyes shining in the candlelight as he ducked his head down for another kiss. Where the last one had been sweet and playful, this one was full of lust and passion. She ran her hands through his hair, placing them on the sides of his head to hold him in place as their mouths worked in sync. His strong tongue brushed gently over her bottom lip, asking to be let in, which she did. His tongue worked with hers, making a tingle go down her spine. Once his tongue returned to his mouth, the song was almost at its end. He swiftly dipped her, making her laugh and as he brought her back up right, she was grinning.

“You're amazing, you know that?” she asked as she backed him up toward the bed.

“No, tell me all about it.” he said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“You go from drop dead sexy to goofy and back again without it being weird,” she said as the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress “you always know exactly how to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.”

“You are the only one.” he told her as he kissed her. He picked her up and sat down on the bed as she straddled him “The only one that really matters.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly, then she kissed down his chin and neck.

“You're kind, sweet, big hearted,” and she said between kisses as she undid his tie and slung it off of him “romantic, thoughtful,” she unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, giving her better access to his neck as he struggled to keep it together “patient, wonderful and best of all,” she added as she gave him a love bite, making him moan and then looked him in the eyes, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass “all mine.”

“Forever and ever baby.” he said and snapped his arms around her as he unzipped her dress, the straps falling off her shoulders. He pulled them down as the dressed pooled around her ample hips and he rolled her on to her back.

“And you, moon of my life,” he said as he got up on his knees, removing his jacket and pulling her dress the rest of the way off of her, leaving her in a matching light pink and blue bra and panty set as he growled “are all mine.”

She nodded as he crawled on top of her, pinning her hands above her head as he covered her neck and collar bone in kisses, his beard deliciously scratching her skin.

“Mh, Dean!” she moaned as she squirmed under him “Let me touch you, please.”

“Not until I make you come all over my mouth,” he said as he picked his head up and gave her a wink “Mrs. Winchester.”

She grinned and asked

“You've been waiting to say that haven't you?”

“Since Shannon pronounced us man and wife.” he said and kissed her deeply. He hovered above her as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dragged it off of him along with his under shirt as he kicked off his shoes, the quickly thudded to the floor as they heatedly kissed, her fingernails dragging slowly down his bare shoulders and back.

“Fuck,” he moaned “you keep that up and this is gonna be over a lot quicker than I planned.”

“Like that's ever stopped you.” she told him

“Excuse me for wanting to take my time with my new wife.” he said with a smirk as they kissed.

He knew exactly how to stop her in her tracks, damn him.

“Okay, I'll quit.” she said

He gave her a last sweet kiss before he kissed down her neck and chest, stopping to unhook her bra. Once the article was removed, he lavished her breasts with kisses and licks, making her moan loudly. He sucked her right nipple into his mouth as the left one got taken between his thumb and forefinger. He licked and rolled her nipples as she arched her back off the bed.

“God Dean,” she moaned “keep that up and I'm gonna come!”

“Come for me then.” he said as his mouth and hand switched breasts and he repeated the motion, switching off every so often until the ache between her legs became too much.

“I'm gonna, god, fuck! I'm gonna come!” she whined and when she let go, she was immediately ready for more. He kissed down her torso, his hands skimming down her sides as he licked and sucked on her skin, loving the taste and smell of her. He tugged her panties off and marveled at his work for a second, she was shining with arousal. He licked his sinful lips and ducked his head down, his tongue winding through her slick folds. Her back arched again as he worked the tip of his tongue over her bundle of nerves, two of his fingers easily sliding inside of her.

“Damn,” he said as she whined and twisted under him “all that from me playing with your nipples? Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea how bad I want you.”

“Take me,” she cried “please, I want it, I want you!”

“Fuck me,” he moaned and ducked his head down, sucking her clit into his mouth and then lavishing it with his tongue “say that again sweet girl.”

“I want you!” she moaned out, her brain getting foggy as she reached her peak “I want you so bad!”

He hummed in approval, his tongue lapping over her opening and his fingertips working her clit in a slow circle. A stream of swears and cries left her mouth as she rocked her hips into his face.

“Fuck,” he said and rolled onto his back, bringing her up so that she was basically sitting on his face “that's it sweetheart, fucking ride my tongue.”

“JESUS!” she screamed as she gripped the headboard for support, her hips seeming to move on their own “Oh god, Dean, Dean, like that, FUCK!” she cried out incoherently as his fingers worked her clit in a harsh circle with the other gripped the meat of her ass. He moaned in approval as she chased her high, reaching it and falling over the edge with a scream of his name. He worked her through the high, easing her down and on to the bed next to him. He licked his lips of her arousal as she laid beside him, a panting, strung out mess. He grinned and pushed her hair out of her face as he kissed her; she could still taste herself on his mouth.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured between kisses “and all mine.”

“Dean please.” she begged as she tugged him on top of her “Please make love to me.”

He nodded and quickly undid his belt. Too impatient to wait for him, she practically ripped his pants and underwear off as she lined him up with her waiting hole.

“Eager for me?” he asked as she flicked the head of his cock through her folds to slick him up.

“Yes, god yes.” she moaned as she lined him up and he slid inside her, bit by bit.

“Say it.” he said as he pushed into her, his not so secret kink was hearing how badly she wanted him, her moaning his name, anything that reassured him how much she craved him.

“Fuck,” she moaned “oh god, I want you so bad Dean.” With one swift thrust, he was full inside her and brushing against her sweet spot, which only made her cry out louder. “Ah, Dean!” she yelled

“That's it,” he said as he moaned and began to move “let me hear you.”

She moved with him, wrapping one leg around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

“Love feeling that hard cock deep in me,” she murmured in his ear “making me feel so fucking good.”

He groaned and kissed her as he picked up speed, his hands supporting his weight above her.

“That's it,” she moaned as he hit her sweet spot hard enough to make tears spring into her eyes “oh fuck, just like that Dean, just fucking like that!”

“You like that huh?” he asked he got up on his knees and wrapped her legs around his waist as his hips snapped into hers. She grabbed the bars on the headboard and let out of lust filled scream.

“Yes!” she yelled “Oh fuck me, just like that!”

Spurred on by her reaction and his own pending climax, his movements became erratic as he gripped her hips, drilling into her as she screamed louder.

“That's it sweetheart,” he yelled “fucking scream for me.”

“DEAN I'M GONNA-AH!” she yelled as she let go, the tidal wave of pleasure smashing over her and shattering her into pieces as he shot his seed deep inside her, his hips finally stilling as he collapsed on top of her. They laid there for a few seconds, both slightly shaking as they caught their breath. He looked up at her and she'd closed her eyes for a second as she breathed hard.

“You okay?” he asked quietly his fingers playing over her hypersensitive skin.

She nodded and opened her eyes, sated.

“Perfect.” she said as she pushed his damp hair off of his forehead. He gently pulled out of her and crawled up to lay beside her. She quickly dozed off, laying on her stomach and her hair all around her. Dean laid there, his head propped up on his elbow as he gently traced the lines of the ferocious, majestic looking phoenix on her back.

“I love you.” he murmured as he kissed her shoulder blade and dozed off himself.

The next day when Kat woke up and checked the time on her phone, it was nearly 10:30, which was pretty late for her to sleep in. She looked around the bedroom and didn't see Dean anywhere. She sat up and listened but she couldn't hear him in the cabin anywhere. She yawned and got out of bed. After tugging her pajamas on, she went downstairs. When she went to the kitchen, she found a note on the coffee maker.

Just hit brew. Went to the store, be back soon <3, Your Husband

Next to the coffee maker was a box wrapped in pretty paper that he had written "OPEN ME!" on. She grinned and tore off the paper. Inside was a coffee mug; she pulled it out and on the black mug was a House Targaryen sigil, a red dragon with three heads. Under the dragon was the word "khaleesi" in a lighter shade of red. He had put out some sugar and creamer for her. She smiled and hit the brew button on the coffee maker.

When Dean got back, about 45 minutes later, he found Kat on the back porch of the cabin.

"There you are." he said when he found her.

"Hiya handsome." she said with a smile. He came over to her and gave her a kiss.

"I got stuff for breakfast," he said "and dinner."

"Oh?" She asked

"And I have something planned for this afternoon." he said

"What do you have planned?" She asked

"It's a surprise." he said

"You're taking to this husband thing like a duck in water, I'm loving it!" She said

He smiled

"It's my job." he said

"Thanks for the mug by the way," she said and nodded to it

He chuckled

"I have a matching one that says "khal" on it, they're a wedding present from Sam." Dean told her.

"That is so fucking cute." she said

"Sit tight, I'm making breakfast." he told her.

She looked at him, surprised "I love you." she said

After having pancakes for breakfast, Kat went to go get dressed.

"There's going to be a bit of a walk to get where we're going, so dress appropriately" he had told her. The air outside was cool and crisp with a light breeze, the rain from the night before had left behind a clear blue sky. Kat wore a tank top with a blue plaid shirt over it, shorts and ankle boots. She pulled her long hair into a fishtail braid, put on a little bit of makeup and some Chapstick on. When she was satisfied, she met Dean downstairs and they set off.

Once they were driving, she asked

"Where are we going exactly?" She pulled one leg up and rested the other on top of it so they made a shape like a 4.

"Can I surprise you?" He asked and glanced at her.

"I'm just curious!" She said

"Cut that out." he said and placed a hand on the inside of her knee.

When Dean stopped the Impala, they parked near an entrance to one of the lakes in the park. There was a good amount of people around, cooking out on the grills the park provided and kids playing in the lake.

"We're going for a walk in the woods?" She asked as they got out and shut the doors.

"Close." he said and went to the trunk.

When he opened it, he pulled out one of her gear bags.

"Come on Dean," she said exasperated "It's our honeymoon, do we REALLY have to hunt?!"

"Oh ye of little faith." he said and shut the trunk. She walked over as he opened the bag, she looked inside and saw an insulated bag, a bottle of wine and a blanket. "We're going for a picnic." he told her

"Oooooo!!!!!" She said, excited "You're good!"

He smiled, zipped the bag closed and slung it over his shoulder.

"Ready?" He asked and offered her his hand. She took it an answered

"Let's go."

They walked for a while, away from the noise coming from the other people at the lake.

"Do you know where we're going or are we just walking?" Kat asked

"I know where I'm going," he told her as they kept walking "The ranger told me about this spot, he said it's a lot quieter in case the missus is feeling frisky."

She rolled her eyes and laughed

"He didn't really say that." she said.

"Well, not in so many words." Dean admitted "He said it was off the beaten path and romantic."

"So, he didn't say anything about getting busy in the woods." Kat said as she stepped over a branch.

"Well he may have," Dean said "After talking shop." he had a silly grin on his face

Kat raised an eyebrow

"Let me guess, locker room talk?" She asked and Dean shrugged

"Maybe" he said.

They walked toward the bank of the lake and Dean said

"This looks good, what do you think?"

Kat looked around, the lake lapped gently against the bank as a steady breeze blew in. The sun shone above them, its light coming through the leaves on the trees casting a greenish yellow glow upon them.

"It's perfect." she said

Dean set the bag down and opened it. He handed her a blanket. Kat took it and spread it out and sat down. He joined her, handing her the insulated bag. She opened it and inside were two sub sandwiches and a piece of cake.

"Oh man, this looks good!" She exclaimed as he handed her a sandwich.

"This one is yours, turkey on wheat with all the good stuff" he said "This one is mine, meatball sub."

"Nice." she said and tore the wrapper off of her sandwich and dug in.

When they finished their subs, Kat opened the bottle of wine and poured each of them some.

"A toast." she said and held her glass up

"To what?" He asked

She thought for a second and said

"I could be cliche and go with love, laughter and happily ever after."

He smiled

"We'll make up our own." he said

"Shot gun shells?" She asked

"Loud music." he added

She thought about the next one for a few seconds.

"And hot sex." she said

"I'll drink to that." he said and she laughed

"To shot gun shells, loud music and hot sex." she said and they clinked their glasses together.

The weather warmed up as they sat there eating, so Kat took off their plaid shirt she had been wearing over her tank top and her boots. They laid on the blanket, him on his back and her on her belly, talking and drinking. They snapped a few pictures together and then decided to dig into the cake.

"I'm surprised you grabbed cake and not pie." she said as he handed her a fork wrapped in plastic; she sat up with her legs crossed.

"I was going to but they were out of apple pie." he said, clearly disappointed. He was up on his knees as he grabbed the piece of cake out of the bag.

"This is why we can't have nice things." she said

"Right?" He asked "And I figured we could do at least one wedding tradition with cake."

"If you're going to feed me cake, you better be nice." she cautioned as she unwrapped her fork.

He did the same and said

"I will if you will." with a smirk

"Deal." she said and he opened the plastic lid on top of the cake slice.

"Chocolate cake with chocolate ganache filling and chocolate icing" he told her as she looked at it.

"I'm drooling." she said, her eyes lighting up. They each took a fork full and Kat held her hand under her fork.

"Be nice remember?" She asked

"Yeah, I remember" he said

"Okay, ready?" She asked

"Ready" he said

She moved her fork toward his mouth, and he moved his fork toward her mouth. They each took the bite at the same time and pulled their forks out of each other's mouths.

"Mmmhhh, that's good." she said after chewing for a bit. He swallowed and said

"You have icing on your face."

"Where?" She asked as she swallowed.

"Hang on," he said. He put his fork and the cake to the side and moved closer to her.

"Right here." he said, putting a hand on her cheek and kissing her lips. He tasted like chocolate and wine. He playfully bit her lip, making her laugh.

"Mhhh," she said and pulled back "That's one way to get icing off a person's face" she said as they parted.

"There was no icing, I just wanted to kiss you." he said, wearing that bad boy smirk she loved.

"Well in that case." she said and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him. They laid down side by side as they kissed over and over, their hands all over each other's bodies. Dean slid his hand up her tank top when they both heard a twig snap. They stopped what they were doing and Kat asked

"You heard that right?"

"Yeah, I heard it." he said. He took his hand out of her shirt and they sat up to look around. They trained their ears, listening for any sound that didn't belong. They heard birds chirping, the lake lapping up against the bank, the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Their eyes searched for anything that could be out of place, but there was nothing.

"Maybe it was an animal or something?" Kat asked, looking at Dean but he didn't look convinced.

"Maybe." he said, his eyes still searching for something.

"Relax," she said, her hand running from his stomach up to his chest "we're on our honeymoon." and started kissing his neck. He inhaled sharply as she made her way around to his throat and then the other side of his neck. He wrapped and arm around her and laid her on her back, one of his legs draped over hers, his torso laying up against her side. She smiled as they kissed. His full lips on hers, she ran her left hand up and down his back. Their tongues met and he nipped her lip again.

"You know what that does to me." she warned him as she kissed him.

"Oh, I'm aware." he said. He cradled her head in the crook of his arm and laced his fingers with hers. His free hand slid down her chest and belly, he pulled up her tank top a little bit and went to the waistband of her shorts. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down.

"Dean!" she cautioned

"We're fine," he assured her, looking into her eyes "we're on our honeymoon remember?" and gave her a devilish grin.

"You're bad." she said, her left hand on his shoulder as she kissed him. She felt his hand slide into her shorts and she parted her legs slightly. His fingers gently touched her slit over her panties and she let out a sigh. He pushed his fingertips into her clit, working them in a circle on her. Her lips left his

"Ahhh!" she cried, tilting her head back. He used this to his advantage and started kissing her throat. His fingers then slid up and down her length, her fingernails pressing into his shoulder blade. She bit her lip and whimpered as he kissed up her neck and up to her lips.

"Faster." she commanded when they parted, but he shook his head.

"I'm going to take my time." he said and kissed her as she started moving her hips back and forth.

"Mhhh." he said as she let out a low moan. She tried to take her hand away from his to reciprocate, but he squeezed her fingers tighter.

"No." he said

"That's not fair." she insisted.

"You can take care of me later," he said in a hushed tone "Right now, I'm taking care of my wife."

Flabbergasted into silence, she kissed him. He slid his fingers up and inside her panties, making her gasp. She pressed her nails into his shoulder, kissing him harder. He worked his fingers slowly, tantalizing her. Her heart pounded as the passion built up between them. She pulled her mouth away from his and pressed her forehead into his chest, moaning quietly. He sped up his fingers just a little bit, making her squirm under his touch. Goosebumps raced all over her skin as she absorbed everything; the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his body against hers, his free hand holding hers, the feeling of his touch that made her knees weak.

"Mmhhhh!" she called out as she bit her lip, grinding her hips into his fingers as her body begged for release. He looked down at her, her chest and cheeks were flushed pink as her breath quickened. He kept his pace steady.

"Dean, Dean!" she said quietly; as the breeze picked up around them. He quicker his pace just a little more. She whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She couldn't hold on any longer, cried out into his chest as she finished; the sweet release sending a high through her body like she'd never felt. She shook in his arms as the aftershock went through her. She caught her breath and looked up at him and he was grinning.

"What?" She asked

"Like being a teenager but better," he said, sliding his hand out of her shorts "Because at least I know you'll call me the next day."

This made her laugh, the high still coursing through her body. "God that felt good. I mean it's always good but holy shit!"

He laughed

"The element of danger," he said as he licked his fingers "We could've gotten caught so that's what makes it so good."

She shrugged and caught her breath

"Not that getting caught would've stopped us but you're right." she told him. Surprising even herself, Kat rolled over on top of Dean, pinning him down by his wrists; he was ready.

"Mmh, hello." he said and they kissed. She rolled her hips into his and he growled below her.

"Katlynn!" he warned

"What?" She asked innocently, as she kept on.

"Quit. Teasing." He said firmly.

"I'm not teasing." she told him, she ran her hands down his arms, over his chest and to his torso where she braced herself, rolling her hips. His breath hitched and he bit his lip.

"Fuck." he said quietly. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He moved his hips up and she pulled down his jeans and underwear.

"Someone's frisky." he said

"You started it," she told him "I'm also a little hammered."

Dean sat up and in one fluid motion flipped her on to her back and kissed her hard.

"Oh, come on, I wanna be on top." she complained as he kissed all over her collar bone.

"One; it's bad enough we're doing this in the woods in broad daylight," he said and then looked up "two; if you think I'm going to let anyone see your bare ass, you have another thing coming"

"You're hot when you're all possessive." she said as she slid her shorts down. She pulled one leg out, and left her shorts and underwear on one leg.

"Damn right," he said "My wife, my rules."

She laughed

"I have some say in this you know." she said and kissed him, she bent one leg to give him better access.

"Who else do you plan on seeing you naked exactly?" He asked as he easily slid inside her. She sighed and trembled below him.

"No one." she moaned, her hands on the back of his neck.

"Good." he told her and kissed her as she moaned against his mouth. Their tongues intertwined as he pulled in and out of her.

"Oh god!" she moaned in his ear.

"Mhhhh." Dean growled, his hand running over her hair. He kissed her collar bone and shoulders, he pushed the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders, her bra peaking out.

"Dean, Dean!" she cried out breathlessly, she hooked her leg around him, her foot running up and down the back of his thigh, pushing him deeper into her. Her nails dug into his shoulder, spurring him on. He went in harder and she let out a moan. His fingers tangled in her hair; his strong chest just above her and his free arm by her head holding himself up, she was completely enveloped in him. The heat rolling off his body, his scent; a mix of sweat and cologne, his pleasure filled moans in her ear. She moved her hips, matching his rhythm, making him grind his teeth.

"Mhhhh, that's it sweetheart." he said quietly, tugging on her hair. He kissed and bit her earlobe making a high pitched moan come out of her mouth. She threw her head back, close to her tipping point.

"Kat, I'm gonna-" he said, he couldn't finish the sentence

"It's okay, come." she told him, arching her back. He pushed into her harder and then came undone around her. She shook as she finished, biting her lip hard so she wouldn't scream out loud like she really wanted to. He breathed hard into her and then looked up at her.

"You're horny when you're hammered." he said with a laugh as he sat up. She laughed too as he pulled his jeans up and she pulled up her shorts.

"Can't help it," she said "I don't have crippling anxiety when I'm hammered and I have a sexy husband. Total package right there."

He smirked as they got dressed and he said

"You don't have to be anxious with me." he told her once she had buttoned up her shorts.

"That's like telling a tiger not to have stripes." she told him.

"Kat, look at me." he told her and she did. He held her chin in his fingers and said "I love you just the way you are. As much as I love having sex with you, I don't want you to feel like you have to do things you're uncomfortable with to please me."

"But I just-" she said and he shushed her

"It isn't all about me you know," he told her "we're partners and this is what we do; we communicate. It isn't my strongest point, but I'm working on it and I want you to do the same thing."

"This is gonna sound weird," she said, her mind fuzzy from the wine, but she had to say it "I want to try stuff with you. Sexual stuff."

"That isn't weird," he assured her "You want to experiment? We can do that."

"Really?" She asked

"Who is better to experiment with than me?" He asked with a laugh. Her mind still fuzzy, she blurted out

"I want to try because I know I can trust you. You mean what you say and say what you mean. I admire that."

He smirked

"One of my few good qualities." he said

"You shut your face Dean Winchester," she told him "That's my husband you're talking about and I won't hear a word of it. Sure, you're a stubborn jackass and I want to punch you in the nose when you won't listen, but you're mine." She watched his jaw tense up and she went on "You have no faith in you, but I do and my vote automatically counts twice."

"Why's that?" He asked

"Because I'm small and therefore get more votes." she said and he laughed

"You're a mess." he said

"You married me!" She exclaimed

"I'm well aware." he said and they kissed.

That night in the cabin, Dean made a chicken dish for dinner. Kat walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"Can I help?" She asked as she stood on her tip toes and kissed the back of his neck.

"You can help by holding down the seat over there," he said, pointing at one of the bar stools at the end of the counter with a knife.

"Okay, I figured I'd at least offer." she said, resting her head on his back.

"And I appreciate it, but I am making YOU dinner." he said

"You're going to spoil me rotten." She told him and kissed his shoulder.

"That's my job isn't it?" He asked

"Sure, why not?" She asked and released him. She went over to the fridge "You want anything to drink?" She asked as she opened it.

"Any beer left in there?" He asked.

"Yep." she said, spying a six pack

"I'll take one." he said

She grabbed two and opened one for each of them. She set his by the stove and he thanked her as she sat down.

"What're you making?" She asked as he chopped up sweet potatoes.

"Chicken and roasted vegetables" he said "The sweet potatoes are easier to mash when they cook like this."

"Kind of like regular potatoes?" she asked and took a sip of her beer.

"Exactly," he said "But I'm not going to boil these, I'll roast them because it brings out the flavor better."

"Nice" she said. She got up and put her phone in the docking station that was situated in the kitchen. "Music?" She asked

"Sure" he said as he chopped vegetables. She opened up Pandora and pressed play. "Do You Love Me?" by The Contours came up and Kat smiled as Dean looked up to see her start dancing. She looked over at him and started lip syncing the words while she danced and he laughed.

"Very nice" he said "I cook and you provide the entertainment."

"You won't let me help so I have to contribute how I can." she said

"Hey, you got me a beer, so that counts as helping." he said as she danced around the breakfast bar. He tried to go back to chopping vegetables but couldn't.

"How am I supposed to chop when you're dancing like that?!" He asked with a laugh as he set the knife down and took a sip of his beer.

"What?! They said do the twist!" She exclaimed as she did the twist. He shook his head, put his beer aside and chuckling.

Once he was finished chopping vegetables, he tossed everything into the oven and set a timer. By this time, Kat had sat back down on the bar stool.

"How much longer?" She asked

"Thirty minutes, give or take" he said, making his way over to the docking station "What's on this playlist?" He asked

"I don't know, it's random." she said, taking a sip of her beer. He switched over to Amazon Music and scrolled, he found a station with a similar music vibe and clicked on it. The first song was "At Last" by Etta James and he turned to look at Kat who was grinning. He walked over to her and offered her his hand.

"Seriously?" She asked, looking at it.

He shrugged

"What? A man can't dance with his wife?" He asked

"I love it when you call me that." she said and set her beer down. She got up from the bar stool and took his hand. He spun her in a slow circle and when she was facing him again, he cradled her in his arms as they turned in a slow circle. She laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes. This felt almost too perfect; but even in her wildest dreams, she hadn't pictured anything this sweet and tangible. Never. She squeezed his hand and smiled to herself. He rested his chin on the top of her head, recording this moment in his head. Everything he had ever wanted was right here in front of him and he still had a hard time believing it.

"It's weird isn't it?" He asked

"Hmm?" She asked

"From what we came from to now; it seems like a dream." he told her

"Absolutely," she said "I mean, think about our childhoods, our adulthood and now."

He smirked

"I guess when you see things that shouldn't be real for a living; you open up your mind," she said "and then you have something in front of you that you didn't think we real, it's jarring at first. Then you give in, and it's the best decision you've ever made."

"Completely agree." he said

As nice as the day had been; the night was windy and cool, bringing another storm with it. It was just the perfect temperature where they could sit outside and eat without being too hot or cold. The cabin had a screened in porch with a table on it, so they turned on a Pandora station and ate their meal.

"Man, this is GOOD" she said as she devoured her food "Keep cooking like this and I'm gonna be nice and fattened up for winter."

"Like that's a big deal," he said as he dug in.

They finished up dinner on the back porch, listening to music and talking. Right after they finished eating, Kat got up from her seat and went over to Dean's.

"Can I help you?" He asked

"Nah, I can help myself." she said and crawled into his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead.

Suddenly, the sky opened up, dumping rain on to the woods behind the cabin luckily, they were protected by the roof that hung over the porch.

"You wanna go in?" Dean asked

Kat shook her head.

"Nah, this is good." she said

The rain pounded overhead as the Pandora station they were on pulled up "Nothing Else Matters"

"I think this is our song now." Kat said with a laugh as she picked her head up.

"I'm good with that." he said.

She kissed his cheek and laid her head back down.

"Can we just stay here forever?" She asked after a long few moments of silence.

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" He asked "A cabin in the woods, just the two of us?"

"No more hunting," she said "and just leading regular lives."

"What would you do if we lived a regular life?" He asked

"Good question," she said and thought about it "In a perfect world? I'd be a kindergarten teacher"

"Really? A teacher?" He asked

"Yeah," she said "Little kids like that just absorb everything, they're so happy and full of life. Getting to teach them would be a lot of fun. What about you?"

He thought for a little while and said

"A mechanic or a bartender."

"Oh, we could own our own bar." she said

"That would be good, we could cater to hunters since we know the life." he said

"I could still make weapons, fake IDs and badges." she said

"You'd be a bad ass kindergarten teacher." he said and she laughed

"A parent would see me in the bar and I'd be like "yeah, this is what I do on the side" and they'd have no idea."

"Best part? I get to make hot for teacher jokes." he said

"Of course, you would." she said with an eye roll.

This made him chuckle and then he said

"If it ever happens where we don't hunt any more, that's what we'll do. We'll open a bar, you'll teach little kids their ABC's and I get to live out my fantasy of banging a teacher." he said.

This made her laugh

"It only counts if you do it on the desk." she told him.

"Like that's an obstacle." he said.

She laughed again.

"Promise?" She asked

"I promise." he said and kissed her forehead.

Dean got ready for bed before Kat did that night. Once he was settled in bed, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. She then went into the cabinet and found the lingerie she'd hidden earlier that day. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a skimpy, pink baby doll dress and probably the smallest pair of shorts ever made that matched. She changed out of her clothes and into that and brushed her hair into a ponytail. She took off her makeup, washed her face and brushed her teeth. She smiled at herself in the mirror and then headed for the door.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Dean sitting in bed flipping through a book. She watched him for a few seconds, his face intense with concentration. He sat with his back against the pillows and his legs stretched out in front of him, wearing a t-shirt and boxer briefs. Rather than bring attention to herself; Kat turned off the bathroom light and walked over to her side of the bed. She got in, laid down on her side and asked

"What're you reading?"

"It's this book about," he said and turned to look at her, his eyes going wide "hellooo." he said

"I've never read a book about hellooo," she said twirling her ponytail between her fingers "What's that about?"

He didn't say anything, he put the book aside

"That can wait," he said and kissed her "This? Not so much." he said

"Good answer." she said. She straddled his lap and kissed him, holding his face in her hands. He slid his hands up and down her back and over her backside. She let one hand trail down his body and into his lap, he was ready. She internally smiled and she took him into her hand, over his underwear.

"Mhh," he said against her lips as she moved her hand up and down. His hands gripped her hips. He moved his hands up to slide off the baby doll dress but she pushed his hands away.

"No," she told him as she pulled away from him "Hands to yourself"

"Come on Katlynn" he said as she kept moving her hand up and down on him.

She shook her head

"It's my turn to take care of you." she said and she pinned both of his hands above his head. She moved both hands up his body, taking off his shirt and throwing it aside. She slid her hands down his chest and stomach, marveling at the man below her. Her eyes met him, his head was tilted back slightly as she slid her hands back up to his shoulders. She kissed all over his chest and made her way down his body with her mouth. When she reached the waistband of his underwear, she easily slid them off. Inside, she was nervous, as the last several times she had done this, she had been forced to. She hadn't attempted in several years, but she knew she could trust him. She shut the fear in her mind behind an iron door and braced herself. She then took him into her mouth and hand, moving both in sync. He moaned, the flames of passion rolling up his body. He moved his hand down and placed it on the back of her head but she swatted his hand away with her free hand. She took him out of her mouth and looked up, their eyes meeting

"No." she told him, a look of warning in her eyes, the fear behind her mental iron door threatening to break through. He nodded and placed his hand back above his head. She took him back into her mouth, she slowly swirled her tongue around him. He groaned out loud as she did it again.

"Kat!" he called out and moaned again.

She moved her head up and down and she slid off the baby doll dress. She picked her head up to take it all the way off and he sat up.

"Lay back down." she told him as she flung the baby doll dress across the room, leaving her in just the matching shorts. “I'm not through with you.” she pressed her hand on to his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" He asked, studying her face.

She nodded

"I can do this." she told him.

He laid back and she resumed, taking him deep into her mouth. He sighed as she licked and sucked on him, moving her hand and mouth simultaneously.

"That feels good." he said, moaning. She moved her head and hand up and down a little bit faster, sucking hard on him. He called out and she took her hand and mouth off of him. He looked down at her to see her slowing peeling off the shorts and casting them aside. She crawled on top of him and sank on top of him. She took him all the way into her and slowly moved her hips back and forth on top of him.

"Mmmhhh," he said, his hands gripping her thighs. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as she moved on top of him, sighing as she did. He watched as she tilted her body back; giving him a nice, long view of her naked torso. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard. His hand gripped her hair tightly as he pushed into her hard.

"Dean," she warned

"Sorry, I'm sorry" he said and slowed his pace, loosening his grip on her hair. He flipped her on to her back, pushing in and out of her. He kissed all over her bare neck, shoulders and chest as her hips met his. She arched her back and cried out.

Kat woke up in the middle of the night and felt around for Dean, but he was gone. His side of the bed was cold so he had been gone a while. She sat up and didn't see the bathroom light on but she could hear him talking in a hushed tone somewhere else in the cabin. Kat quietly slid out of bed, tugging on one of Dean's shirts and her underwear. She crept over to the door and opened it quietly.

"Crowley, it can wait until tomorrow," she heard Dean say "This is the only time I get with Kat."

She didn't hear Crowley's response and deduced Dean was on the phone with him.

"Yeah, I know. You wouldn't have called if it wasn't important," Dean said, she could hear him walking around. His tone was a mixture of relief and apprehension "We'll talk tomorrow when I get back.”

She heard him start walking up the stairs and she opened the bedroom door. She found him coming up the stairs and he set his eyes on her.

"Hey, what're you doing up?" He asked in a gentle tone when he saw her.

"I should ask you the same thing." she said with a yawn. He met her at the door of the bedroom and kissed her forehead.

"It's nothing," he said and shut off the light "Let's go back to bed."

They walked through the doorway of the bedroom as Dean closed the door behind them. He wrapped an arm around her as she wrapped both of her arms around his torso. They got into bed and curled up next to each other.

"Everything okay?" She asked, yawning again.

"Yeah, everything's fine," he said "Go back to sleep."

Kat nodded off, she knew he was lying but was too tired to try and figure out why.

"Kat," she heard Dean call. She turned around from the window she was looking out of to see Dean coming through the door, holding a bundle of blankets in his arms. She smiled softly at him.

"What cha got there?" She asked as he walked closer to her. He was grinning with pride.

"Someone's awake." he said, holding up the bundle a little bit. She met him in the middle and saw what was in his arms, looking back at her was a teeny baby with whips of hair the same color as Dean's, big green eyes and pink, chubby cheeks.

"Aw!" she grinned

"Here." he said and handed the baby to her. She took the baby in her arms. The baby cooed and grinned at her.

"Hello there sweetheart" she said and kissed the baby's cheek.

The rude light of day awoke Kat from her dream.

"Hey sleepy head," she heard Dean say. She rolled over and saw him packing up his bag.

"Hey," she said with a yawn. She laid down and stretched as he walked over to her. "I was having the best dream" she said when she was done stretching.

"About what?" He asked as he sat on the bed by her. She told him about the dream and when she had finished, he was smiling the kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle.

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" He asked and she nodded.

"Not now, but eventually" she said with a sigh "This life, what we do? It's not meant for kids."

He nodded in agreement.

"Eventually." he said and reached out to squeeze her hand.

Later that day, Kat packed up her things from the drawers and felt Dean come up behind her, he pushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed between her shoulder blades.

"Mhh," she sighed "hi." she said

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back so that she was flush against him.

"What's something you want to try?" He asked, he had that husky tone in his voice that made her knees go weak. He kissed all over her neck and she said

"It's hard for me to think when you're doing that."

"Hm," he said "funny because I'm so hard I can't think."

"You did not just say that." she said and tried to squirm away from him, but he tightened his grip on her.

"Oh, but I am." he said, pressing his hips into her butt, he wasn't lying. She bit her lip and asked

"Have you ever tied anyone up?"

"Yep," he said "And been tied up."

"Wait, you let someone tie you up?" She asked and turned around.

"The girl wanted to try it, so I obliged." he said with a shrug.

"Would you tie me up?" She asked him

The corners of his mouth went up

"And what else?" He asked Suddenly shy, she looked away from him, her cheeks flushing "What sweetheart?" He asked

"Don't laugh at me," she said and looked back at him, her cheeks turning more and more red "I read this thing in Fifty Shades of Grey."

"Okay, so?" He asked and then what she said sank in "wait, you were reading porn?"

"It's not porn!" She exclaimed "It's erotic fiction!"

"That's just a fancy way of saying porn without pictures," he said "but continue."

"Well he ties her up and he," she fidgeted, her ears going as red as her cheeks "goes down on her and stuff, with an ice cube in his mouth."

A wicked grin spread across his face and he said "Okay." with a shrug.

"Really?!" She asked, surprised

He shrugged

"If that's what you want to try, I'm at your disposal," he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it "Mrs. Winchester."

Kat briefly wondered if she’d ever get tired of hearing that.

With the playful, sexy grin on his face and the lusty look in his eyes, it was all she could do not to dissolve into a puddle of giggles. She nodded and he took her over to the bed. He sat on the edge of it and pulled her shirt up, kissing her belly. He peeled the yoga pants off of her and she stepped out of them. He pulled her panties down just a little enough to where she was exposed to him. He closed his mouth around her clit, making her inhale sharply. He lightly sucked on it and then flicked his tongue across it, her hands in his hair, she moaned loudly.

"Keep doing that and we won't make it to ice cube thing." she told him.

"Oh, we will," he said, picking his head up "but I get to have my fun too."

"And what kind of fun is that?" She asked

That wicked grin crossed his mouth again and his eyebrows quickly shot up and down

"Making you come until you can't walk straight." he said.

Any witty retort she had was completely wiped from her brain, her mouth dropped open as he dipped his head back down. He worked his tongue in a slow circle around her clit while his hands pulled her panties down the rest of the way. They landed in a puddle at her feet, his hands holding her hips in place as he gently sucked on her, her breath hitching in her throat. She gripped his hair tightly as he flattened his tongue, going up and down the length of her. He pressed one hand flat on the small of her back to hold her in place with the other skimmed her inner thigh, making a shudder run through her body. He took his mouth off of her, his middle and fore fingers running up the length of her.

"Mhhh, you're wet." he said, biting his lip. She looked down to see him suck the slickness off his fingers. Her knees nearly gave way as his hands ran up her body, sliding under her shirt and pulling it off. He tossed it aside, leaving her in just her bra. He quickly unhooked it and it fell to the floor, she was naked in front of him. He lightly licked his lips as he looked her up and down.

"All mine." he said

"Jesus fucking Christ," she thought "He could make me come just talking like that."

He gripped her hips and pulled her closer. He took her left nipple into his mouth and gave it a light suck. The pad of his thumb found her clit and he moved it in a slow circle. His tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple.

"Dean!" She cried out loudly, white-hot pleasure rolling up her back. He lightly sucked on her nipple, her head lolled back and she cried out again. He kissed his way over to her other nipple and did the same thing, he pulled his thumb away from her clit, taking this middle and forefingers and running them up and down the length of her again. He kept doing this while his tongue made circles around her nipple. He used his free hand to cup her free breast, the nipple still slick from his mouth. He used his thumb and forefinger to roll her nipple between his fingers. She closed her eyes, letting all of the sensations wash over her. His fingers slipped inside her and she cried out and mix of a moan and his name, her body begging for release.

"Oh god!" She cried out, a pleasure filled scream threatening to rip through her as he pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of her. His thumb found her clit again and he moved it in sync with his fingers inside of her. She couldn't help it, she screamed loudly as she came hard over and over again. She breathed hard as he released her, a satisfied grin on his face. A stupid grin crossed her mouth as he sucked the slick off his fingers again.

"So," he said "tying you up and going down on you and stuff with an ice cube in my mouth?" he asked. She nodded, unable to form words. "Okay," he said and got up "Lay down on the bed."

She limped over to the edge of the bed and practically fell into it, still catching her breath. She laid on her back and watched as he went into his bag and grabbed the tie he had worn on their wedding day out of it. He walked over to the side of the bed and asked

"Were her hands tied in front of her or was she tied to the bed?"

"I don't remember," she said "he ties her up a lot."

He smirked, "Well, then you decide." He asked

She thought for a second and said "Tied to the bed, please."

"Yes ma'am." he said and made quick work of binding her wrists together and tying them to the head of the bed. He checked the knots and stood back to admire his handiwork. He bit his bottom lip and let it slide out of his teeth.

"This is something I could get used to" he said with a satisfied smile.

"What? Tying up your wife?" She asked.

He shrugged, "And having my way with you" he said and she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah." she said playfully. He leaned over and kissed her forehead

"I'll be right back" he said and left the room. She sighed as she waited, it sounded like he was making himself a drink while he was down stairs. This was confirmed by the glass of whiskey in his hand when he came back into the room. He took a sip and then walked over to her.

"Want some? This is a good one." He asked

"You know I can't drink it straight." she told him

"Trust me, this one is smooth and doesn't burn." he told her.

She shrugged "Sure" she said. He tipped the glass up to her lips and she took a sip, he was right, this one went down easily. "That's good" she said

He took another sip, set the glass on the night stand by her head and got on the bed.

"Dean?" She asked and he looked at her.

"Yes dear?" He asked.

"Can you take your shirt off?" She asked.

"Sure." he said and did as she had asked. Another stupid grin crossed her face as she took in the sight of a shirtless Dean, the sunlight hitting his defined chest, arms and stomach.

She sighed and he laughed

"What?" He asked

"THAT’S something I could get used to” she said, which made him laugh even more.

He parted her legs and sat on his knees between them. He lowered himself over her, he kissed her forehead, temple and cheek. He kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips, he tasted like whiskey. He pulled back and asked "So by "and stuff" what does that mean?"

"Use your imagination," she said "No butt stuff though."

He laughed "I can't seduce you if you keep making me laugh." he told her

"I'm pretty well seduced at this point," she told him "you've got me naked and tied up on the bed."

"Just how I like you." he said and kissed her again.

He kissed down her chin and throat, then to her chest. He sat up, grabbed the glass of whiskey and took a sip, bringing a bit of ice into his mouth. He dipped his head down to her belly and felt him open his mouth, the cold ice touching her hot skin. She tilted her back, inhaling sharply. Using his lips, he dragged the ice up her body, leaving a trail of water behind. He took her nipple into his mouth, the ice touching it and making it instantly harden. She cried out, the cold from the ice and the heat from his mouth were driving her insane. She felt the ice melt and he sucked on her nipple to keep the water from falling out of he mouth and on to the bed, making her cry out again.

He picked his head up

"Like that?" He asked and she nodded furiously "Okay." he said and grabbed the glass again.

He took another drink and then offered her one, which she took. He took another ice shard into his mouth and went to her other breast, repeating what he had done on the other side. By the time that one had melted, he had the technique down. He held the whiskey glass in his hand while he flattened his free hand against her skin, running it down her belly, thigh and knee, then back up again. He scooted back, still on his knees, and got a third ice shard in his mouth. He set the whiskey glass down and dipped his head down. He closed his mouth over her clit, the hot and cold hitting her at the same time. She tilted her head back and cried out loudly as he dragged his lips down her inner thigh, bringing the ice with it. He did this on the other side as well. She squirmed under him, her head felt like it was spinning.

"Deeeeean!" she moaned

"What sweetheart?" He asked sweetly.

"I want you now, please!" she begged

Not needing to be told twice, he took off his pants and underwear. "You want me to untie you?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No, I'm fine." she said

He slid up her body and parted her thighs. He easily slid inside of her and he moaned.

"Mhhhh," he said gripping her hips and pumping into her. She lolled her head back and then side to side as she cried out, her wrists straining against the knot he had tied.

"Fuck this." he said and quickly untied her.

"What?" she asked as the tie fell away "What did I do?"

"It isn't you," he said and picked her up so that she was straddling his lap. With her hands on his shoulders he said "it's me"

She kissed his lips, her arms wrapping around him. He craved her touch, having sex without it just wasn't the same. She thrust her hips into him, his hands on her waist.

"Yes, yes!" he said quietly in her ear.

"Dean, Dean.” she said breathlessly. His hands slid up her back, and he planted open mouth kisses all over her chest and shoulders. She tugged on his hair so that he would look at her.

"Get behind me." she told him

He nodded and she pulled off of him. She got on all fours and he came up behind her. He pushed inside of her, grabbing her hips and pumping into her. She gripped the sheets and tightly and called out loudly.

"That's right," he said "let me hear you."

She couldn't even warn him that she was about to come, she cried out incoherently, raw ecstasy ripping through her. He grabbed her shoulder and finished in her with a low moan. They collapsed against the pillows, breathing hard. Kat shuttered, her body twitched, every nerve seemed to be alight with raw pleasure.

After a few moments she said "That was-"

"Wow." he said

"My thoughts exactly." she said

"Hey, high five for experimenting" he said and lazily raised his hand up. She gave him a high five and they both laughed.

They laid in bed for a long time and then got up to take a shower. When they were done, Kat sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a towel. Her wet hair hung around her shoulders and she looked out the window. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow on the trees outside.

"You okay?" Dean asked

She looked over at him; he was wearing jeans, dark socks, red flannel with a black shirt under it. She smiled at him

"Is it bad that I don't want to go home?" She asked him "Don't get me wrong; I miss Sam, Cas and all our friends, but" she looked around "this is just so," she searched for the right words

"Normal?" He asked "Uncomplicated?"

"No monsters to hunt." she said with a shrug. She looked away, feeling shameful for wishing that. He walked over to her and crouched down by her. He placed a hand on her knee and she said

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't say stuff like that, but-"

He shushed her and squeezed her knee

"You and I," he said "we weren't born into this. We remember a life outside of hunting. You were, what, eight when your parents died?"

She nodded

"I was four when Mom died," he told her "and since then, I had to be not one but two parents to Sam because that was my job. You had to rely on yourself and your wits because that was your job." She sighed and he went on "but this," he looked around "this is easy, this is normal, well what we consider normal."

"I wanna stay" she told him "And make that dream happen"

He smiled, his eyes crinkling by the edges

"Me a bar tender slash mechanic and you a kindergarten teacher slash gear maker right?" He asked and she nodded

"Maybe one day," he said "But today isn't that day."

He got up and kissed her forehead then walked away.

Kat wondered if the day would ever come, as she watched him walk away, where they could do as they said they would. A world free of monsters and horrible things that go bump in the night, then they wouldn't have to hunt any more. She looked out the window again and watched as the sun sank down further and further, the golden glow becoming pink and then purple. She looked back at Dean, who was still packing up, his back to her. He reached for something and his wedding band caught the light for just a second. She looked down at her own wedding rings. The diamond in her engagement ring sparkled. Her wedding bands; one had a half row of diamonds, the other had their birthstones inlaid in it. Then, she decided, even if they never got their picture perfect happily ever after, at least they had each other. Their unbreakable bond symbolized in the rings around their fingers. She got up from the bed and walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his shoulder and laid her head on his back.

"Yes?" He asked with a smirk

"Even if we never get to make that dream happen, I have one good thing in my life." she told him

"And what's that?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

"You." she said and squeezed him tightly.

"Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wild fire or a sharp edge of a knife.

Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life.

They would've said love wasn't supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch your skin.

And they were right.

Because there was love, and then there was you." - Lang Leav

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