What Dreams Are Made Of...

Eyes of Violet (NC-17) Ronon/OFC

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 23:30:39 GMT

Title: Eyes of Violet
Author: Dee aka angelsdee
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/OFC
Disclaimer: I don’t own the lint in my navel so do not sue. This is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended. Ronon and all Stargate characters belong to their owners. The character of Fae is based on my friend, violetvision78.
Summary: Ronon is having more accidents during sparring lessons with Sheppard than usual. John begins to worry until it all becomes clear.
Author’s Note: She finagled this story out of me in exchange for some beautiful graphics and I just couldn’t refuse. This is the 1st of 2 coming her way! Her prompt to me was: "Could you Mary Sue (Violet) me into a fic that is about RONON and his hot Leather Pants? Picture me as Abby (Goth) from NCIS but with violet eyes!" Love ya, babe!

His arm was hurting more than he let on to Sheppard during this last session. He told him it was nothing and they finished their late night/early morning exercises before turning in for the night. On his way to his quarters, Ronon decided to make a stop into the Infirmary to get his aching limb checked out just in case.

Things had been relatively calm on Atlantis lately with no threats from the Wraith or Replicators and it gave the personnel a chance to catch up on some rest. Staff had been sized down in most areas to allow all the overworked members of the expedition a chance to recover from the long days of constant work.

At this late hour, even the Infirmary had very little personnel on duty. When Ronon walked in, he had been expecting a few people on hand but the new doctor was the only person holding down this shift. He had seen her in passing a few times but never took the time to look at her…until now.

“Hey!” she turned and gave him a broad smile.

“Hi,” he cradled his stinging arm, noticing how happy she appeared to be. The woman seemed to be full of energy even at this late hour. “I, uh, had a little accident,” he indicated his arm by moving it towards her a bit.

“I see,” she mock furrowed her brow before she pointed to a bed. “Hop up there and let’s see what you did,” she turned away from him to grab a scanner and roll it towards his bed. “I’ve heard all about you and Colonel Sheppard’s sparring sessions,” she said deep in concentration while she positioned his arm under the device. “They told me when I took this shift to expect one or both of you to show up sooner or later. I just didn’t think it would be on my first shift.”

“We spar vigorously,” his deep rumble made her shiver when he spoke close to her ear. Ronon liked to get a reaction out of people, sometimes with his size or the deep timbre of his voice but when she lifted her gaze from his arm to his eyes, he was the one that had a reaction.

“I like vigorous but not to the point of broken bones,” she quirked her eyebrow before she returned her attention to the scan.

His mouth gaped open for a moment while he stared at her long, black eyelashes. He wanted to glimpse her eyes again but she was engrossed in her work. Was it a play of the light? Did Sheppard hit him in the head? He touched his forehead and temple with his free hand for any signs of injury. No, he saw it right. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet. He’d never met or seen a single person in this galaxy with eyes like that.

Ronon took the opportunity to really look at her now. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, her skin a fair complexion, her body had all the right curves and he could see them since she didn’t wear the typical expedition uniform or Infirmary scrubs. She had on a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of black drawstring pants similar to his workout pants. The interesting thing about this woman, besides her unusual eye color, were the tattoos that adorned some areas of skin that were visible. Besides Satedan women, he’d never met a woman that had a tattoo.

“Looks like some bruising,” she spoke and snapped him out of his reverie. “Deep bruising,” she glanced up into his eyes that bore deep into hers. “I suppose it’s pointless to ask you to ease off of the sparring for a while,” she smirked before she moved to a supply cabinet and returned with an ice pack. “Strap this to your arm for the night to cut down on the bruising and try to take it easy,” her eyebrows went up like she was asking him a question with her statement.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he smirked, the skin beside his eyes crinkling in amusement.

~*~

Two nights later, he was walking back into the Infirmary with a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face from his right eyebrow. When Fae turned to look at who was visiting at this late hour, she shook her head with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m impressed,” she held a hand out towards a bed. “You took two whole nights off before you ended up back in here,” she moved to stand at the side of the bed as he lay down with one arm cushioning his head.

“I told you I’d see what I could do,” he smiled, his eyes dancing over her face when she leaned down to inspect his wound. He was committing every single one of her features to memory when her stunning purple orbs fixed on his eyes. “Sorry,” he smiled lazily when she caught him staring. “I’ve just never seen eyes that color before.”

“Uh huh,” she arched an eyebrow while she cleaned the cut. “Last time I checked, my eyes weren’t located on my upper chest,” she grinned when she felt him tense. “It’s okay, Ronon,” she laughed playfully.

“I, uh,” he stammered uncomfortably.

“Really,” she gently placed a hand on his cheek, smiling down at him. “It’s okay, I don’t take offense. I’m flattered actually,” she grinned with a twinkle in her eyes as she returned to suturing his wound.

“You aren’t like the other people here,” he said it before he even realized that it could insult her without further explanation. “What I mean is that you dress differently and I’ve never met a woman outside of my people that has tattoos. Most women I’ve met amongst the expedition members don’t have any and almost all of them are too serious. You’re always happy,” he squinted his eyes when her smile grew even wider.

“Yeah, well some of these people need to lighten up. I know we work under a lot of stress and impending danger but that’s no reason to walk around during our downtime like the world is going to blow up if they crack a smile,” she tied off the silk, cut it and threw the needle on the tray. “I’m all business when I need to be but I refuse to walk on eggshells because of the Wraith or anything else out there that wants to kill us.”

“Good way to live,” he shifted his head on his arm to get comfortable and let his eyes drift shut. “And the way you dress, the tattoos and your eyes?” he prodded for more information while feigning near sleep.

“I’m here by myself during this shift; well except when you come in with new injuries after playing with your sticks,” her voice went up at the end and he knew she was smiling while she applied antibiotic to his brow. “I like to listen to music and exercise while I’m here. My tattoos, well I’ve had those for years and look forward to more whenever I get home on leave.”

“The pain doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m not some gentle flower that let’s a little pain keep me from getting what I want. As near as I can tell,” she lifted the neckline of his shirt and his eyes popped open, “I have more tattoos than you and believe it or not, genetics gave me these eyes. So, you’re all done,” she slapped his knee before she stripped off her gloves. “Unless there’s anything else you want to know?”

“Not that I can think of…yet,” he smirked before he sat up, looming over her. “I’ll let you know if I think of anything else,” he could see the visible effect his voice had on her, kept his grin to himself, and jumped off the bed to leave.

“You don’t have to be injured to have a conversation with me, you know?” she called out to him as he reached the door. He paused for a moment, not turning back or acknowledging her comment before he walked out.

~*~

The large man seemed to be coming to her every two days for random minor injuries. He’d been a regular visitor to the Infirmary several times in the wee hours of the morning. A sly grin would appear on his face every time she gave him a disapproving frown.

He’d lie down on the medical bed, stretched out like a big cat at rest while she worked on his newest battle scar. Each time he came in, he’d ask more questions, a majority of them lately hit close to personal but she answered them all without breaking stride.

“So, do you have a big family back home?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Not really,” she mused thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have been able to accept this position if I did. Wouldn’t want to leave them behind for so long.”

“I guess that means you don’t have a husband or children,” he gave her a big grin when she looked at him with an arched brow. “I noticed you don’t wear a ring, that is the custom amongst your people, right?”

“Yes, that is the custom amongst my people and no, I don’t have a husband or kids.”

“So, do you have any more tattoos that I haven’t seen?” his lazy smile spread across his face and lit his eyes when her mouth fell open.

“That is for me to know and someone special to find out,” she recovered quickly, flashing him a devilish grin. “You’re good to go,” she patted his shoulder, letting her touch linger for a moment.

“Thanks, Doc,” he said lightly before he walked to the door.

“Ronon,” she said softly, not looking at him when he turned towards her. “You’re one of my people too, you know?”

Warmth flooded his heart from her whispered words before he smiled with a nod and silently left the Infirmary.

~*~

“What is it this time?” she asked while she stretched her legs out, sitting on the floor.

“Dislocated finger,” he held up his hand, his index finger bent at an odd angle but she wasn’t looking. His mouth hung open when her legs went into the splits and held it for a while before she straightened them out in front of her and rose to her feet. “That was impressive,” he tried to keep the rumble of excitement out of his voice but failed to pull it off.

“Well I don’t play with sticks but I’m very active and try to keep limber,” she grinned slyly as she led him to a bed by the elbow. “Sit,” she waited until he jumped up before she looked at the offered digit with a scowl. “That is nasty. I’m curious, Ronon,” she said absently while she went to retrieve a splint and tape.

“About what?”

“For someone that has lived with all the pain that you have,” she walked up to him, placing the supplies on the tray before she grabbed his hand and stared right into his eyes. “Why do you make a habit of inflicting more on yourself at every turn?” she saw his eyes snap to hers and picked that moment to snap his finger back into place.

“I just want to be ready and stay in shape for the war,” he explained after he quashed the urge to say ‘Ow’. “I don’t want to become complacent and die because I’m not prepared. Not to mention that I’m responsible for defending my team and this city like Sheppard and the rest of his men.”

“Uh huh,” she sighed while she placed the splint over his finger and began to tape it.

“What?” he asked when her usual smile and cheerfulness disappeared.

“I’ve read your file,” she whispered, chancing a glance up at him before she returned her focus to her work. “The things you went through, all those years of running to stay alive, I couldn’t imagine how difficult that was for you,” her voice became subdued, almost pain-filled and he hated to hear the change in it. “I know your life was beyond imagining but I especially don’t like to see you in pain or hurt,” she glanced up at him with sorrow in those violet eyes. “Not after everything you’ve been through,” she turned to put away her supplies.

Ronon felt a stirring in his chest when his pain erased the happiness in those eyes that he’d grown so fond of. He crossed the distance between them, catching her upper arms when she turned and jumped to find him so close. “I don’t like pain and I’ve had enough suffering to last me a lifetime,” his deep voice drifted across her ear, the scruff on his chin brushing against her cheek. “But I’m responsible for you too, you know?” he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver when his thumbs traced light patterns over the skin of her arms.

“And I’m responsible for you,” she lowered her head to rest against his chest, feeling more at ease as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. His chin rested on the top of her head for several minutes until she pulled back to wipe her eyes. “You’re good to go,” she whispered softly.

He lifted her chin to see the few drops of moisture there, gathered them on his calloused fingertips and absorbed them into his skin. It gave him a sense of belonging to absorb a part of her into his body. “I’ll see you soon, Doc,” his voice was low, the rich timbre of it calming her before he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead and hesitantly walked towards the door.

~*~

“Is it just me or are you letting me win?” John grinned when he landed another hit with the wooden sword across Ronon’s backside.

“I’m not letting you win,” Ronon groused irritably, rubbing his stinging ass.

“Come on, buddy, I’ve sent you to the Infirmary more times than I can count over the past few weeks,” he laughed until he noticed Ronon shifting uncomfortably between his feet. “Wait a minute,” John narrowed his eyes on the Satedan. “No way,” he shook his head with a knowing smile.

“What?”

“You’ve been letting me kick your ass so you can go see that new doc, haven’t you?”

“No, I haven’t,” Ronon spun his sword in his hand, frowning at his friend.

“Yeah, you have,” John shouldered the practice sword behind his neck and tilted his head while he studied Ronon. “You’ve been intentionally losing so you can go check her out. Admit it.”

“Fine,” he shouted, making John’s eyes widen from his tone. “I find myself attracted to her,” he lowered his voice, staring at the floor.

“So, what’s the problem?” John got serious when he saw how upset his friend was. “Doesn’t she like you?”

“We’ve talked a lot, I’ve asked her quite a few personal questions and she answered them all and I’d even say she flirted with me,” he drifted off at the end, leaving John waiting.

“But?”

“I don’t know how to approach her on her turf unless I go in there with an injury and it upsets her that I get hurt so much which is ironic considering I’m letting you hurt me so that I can see her,” he ranted out while he paced back and forth across the mat.

“Okay, big guy,” John raised his hands to stop Ronon’s tirade. “Calm down and tell me what the deal is.” He listened while Ronon paced, tapping the practice sword on the ground with each step he took. He told him everything they had talked about and how she acted the last time he saw her. John had to hide his smile when he realized just how taken his friend was with Fae. “You care about this girl, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you want to see her again?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe try to explore a relationship with her?”

“Sheppard!”

“Okay! Okay!” he held up his hands with a smirk. “Tell me what the first thing is that you really liked about this girl and please don’t tell me it was her breasts or ass.”

“She has beautiful breasts and a fine ass but the first thing I noticed was her eyes,” Ronon had a far away look in his eyes as he remembered those orbs of purple. “She has the most beautiful violet colored eyes.”

“Then I have an idea.”

~*~

“Excuse me,” he knocked on the wall inside the door of the lab until the tiny doctor glanced up from her microscope. “Dr. Brown, right?”

“Yes, Ronon,” she stood up, waving him in. “What can I do for you?”

“I have a favor to ask,” he said, looking around the Botany Lab.

~*~

It was early in the morning. The rest of the Atlantis personnel were coming on duty just as Fae was getting off. Her shift was long and boring and if you forced her with little effort, she’d admit that she missed seeing Ronon walk into the Infirmary every other day.

Despite what others thought, he was warm and caring and not the hardened, distant person that he came off as. When he let you in, you could see how much he craved interaction, how much he hated being alone in such a big city surrounded by people.

Even when he was grilling her for information about herself, she could pick up on his loneliness, his playfulness, his need…

The man was sin on two legs and she couldn’t help flirting with him. He had the most adorable smile, eyes you could get lost in, and a body that just wouldn’t quit. ‘Too bad you scared him, Fae,’ she sighed heavily as she walked up the corridor to her quarters. ‘It would’ve been nice to see if you could’ve broken down the rest of those walls he put up to protect himself but no, you had to screw it up and ruin everything,’ she admonished herself while she accessed her door.

She walked into her room, letting the door swish shut behind her before she turned on the light. “Oh my,” she gasped when she glanced around her room to find every single flat surface of furniture covered with vases of violet orchids.

“Do you like them?”

“Ronon!” she gasped, covering her heart with a hand when he startled her. “You scared the hell out of me,” she said, slightly winded.

“Sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously as he walked towards her. “The last thing I want is to scare you.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Sheppard overrode the security protocols on your door,” he smirked, his eyes taking in her flustered appearance.

“And you got all of these where?” she waved a hand out at the dozens of vases filled with orchids.

“Katie Brown helped me out with those,” he stepped closer while she glanced around at the beauty that filled her room. “Do you like them?” he took one of her hands gently in his.

“They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she whispered with a tear in her eye.

“I’ve seen better,” he cupped her cheek in his palm and turned her eyes to his. “They pale in comparison to you and their color doesn’t come close to these,” he traced the tip of his finger along the soft skin beside her eye.

“Why Ronon Dex, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to seduce me,” the light returned to her eyes along with her usual smile.

“Is it working?” his hand went to cradle the back of her head and pulled her towards him.

“Are you kidding?” she whispered against his approaching lips. “I was sufficiently seduced by the bruise you had on your arm the first day you came into the Infirmary.”

“Good to know cuz I don’t think Katie Brown will let me get away with wiping out her lab again,” he laughed softly before he pulled her lips to meet his.

The kiss was breathtaking for the both of them. Ronon held her face between his large hands while his tongue plundered her mouth. Fae grabbed on to his shoulders to keep him anchored to her. Neither of them wanted to end this bliss but there were other ‘pressing’ matters to attend to.

Fae broke their kiss on a gasp, feeling momentarily light-headed from his touch and lack of oxygen. She kept her eyes locked on his while she backed up a few feet and turned away from him.

Ronon opened his mouth to ask if he’d done something to offend her when she slowly lifted her black t-shirt over her head and let it fall from her fingers. His mouth went dry as he stared at the expanse of her bare back. He had already seen the spider web tattoo on her neck in the Infirmary but he now had a generous view of the large cross that covered her back.

“This is impressive,” his breath whispered through her hair when he stood behind her and gently ran his fingertips over the tattoo.

“I have more,” she turned back to face him, smiling when his eyes widened from the sight of her full breasts. She pushed her workout pants down her legs, standing bare before him. She had to restrain her laughter when his gaze ran down her torso to the sunburst around her navel. “I got this from my favorite band, Godsmack,” she fingered the ink with a grin.

“I thought the knowledge of these other tattoos was reserved for someone special,” he said absently while his gaze traveled lower to a colorful fairy on her hip. She had several along her left calf and around her ankle as well.

“And you don’t think you’re special enough to see them?” she said slyly before she took his wrists in her hands and brought his palms to rest on her slim hips. His eyes flashed to hers, a question in them. “Take me to bed, Ronon, or do women strip naked in front of you all the time just to show you some body art?”

His mouth crashed down on hers once again while he lifted her to dangle from his grasp like a doll. She wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring his kiss, only breaking it when he lowered her down in the center of her bed. Both of their hands pulled his shirt over his head and he tossed it aside even as he let his sandals slip from his feet to the floor.

Her hands wandered the broad expanse of his chest, taking in all that golden skin. It was hers to play with, a tactile delight to take pleasure from. “Stop right there,” she quickly grabbed his wrists when he moved to unfasten his pants. “I love these leather pants since the first time I saw them on you,” she smirked with mischief in her eyes. “Let me help you out of them?” she asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas day when he nodded his head.

Her deft fingers worked at the fastenings until she could part the fabric, her eyebrow rising when she saw the soft trail of hair that led down to what she knew was going to be heaven. Her small hands pushed the leather pants over his rounded ass and they both smiled when she lifted her legs to use her feet to push them down his legs. He kicked them off when they were past her ability to reach.

“Damn, you’re sexy as hell,” she muttered with a breath of wonder when her eyes traveled down his body.

“And you are beautiful,” he whispered in a low, rumble that made her heart leap.

He stared at her face when his fingers grazed over her smooth lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the sweet feeling of his touch on her silky flesh until he zeroed in on her clit. A small whimper escaped her lips when he mercilessly teased the tiny nub before he slipped one long finger into her hot pussy.

“Ronon,” she keened, writhing beneath him until her eyes snapped open with hunger reflecting in their depths. “I need you inside of me now!” her voice was deep with her desire.

“You don’t want more foreplay?” he asked as he withdrew his finger from her wet heat and positioned himself over her.

“Nah, I always eat my dessert first,” she smiled until he pushed his length into her body. “Oh my God, you’re amazing,” she gasped when he filled her completely.

“So tight,” he growled low in his throat, his hand gripping the hip with the fairy tattoo.

“And limber too,” she crossed her legs over his ass and pulled his groin flush to hers. “Now, make love to me, Ronon,” she dragged her tongue over his tattoo, up his jaw line to run it into his mouth.

The man didn’t need to be asked twice. His hips picked up a rhythm, long languid strokes into her body while he ravaged her mouth. It had been a long time since Ronon had known the touch of a woman. He wasn’t going to waste a moment of this time dwelling on it either. He found someone that he cared about and he intended to show her how good he could make her feel.

Ronon held himself up on his left forearm, his right hand cupping a full breast and lowered his head down to draw a nipple into his mouth. Fae grabbed a handful of his dreads and arched her back, forcing her breast further into his mouth.

Ronon’s thrusts picked up in tempo when her nails scored his back. His hips slapped the cradle of her thighs, the sound of their joining flesh almost as loud as her cries and his groans. Sweat glistened on his golden skin, slicking her flesh as he pressed her body into the mattress.

“Ronon,” Fae managed to gasp out before her body clenched his penetrating length within her. The climax that swept through her took her breath away and no sound escaped her lips.

He watched her eyes, opened wide, her lips parted with a silent ‘O’ on them. He continued to drive his aching length into her quivering depths until he felt his release swiftly approaching. He took her to the edge once and was ready to fall over as well but wanted to draw one more orgasm out of her.

His hand slid down her abdomen, his index finger seeking out her clit. He rubbed in a circular motion over the sensitive nub until he felt her body tense up. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and his eyes rolled up in his head when he exploded within her welcoming depths.

“That was incredible,” she whispered after her breathing calmed down, relishing in the feeling of his body on hers. “Ronon, are you okay?” she focused on his head pillowed on her breasts, his chest rising and falling quickly while he tried to control his breath.

“I’m beyond okay,” he mumbled into her full mounds.

“Nice to know, big guy,” she urged his head up by tugging lightly on his locks. “Because I’d like to shower and continue our party in there,” she grinned when his eyes darkened from her suggestion. “If you don’t have any objections, that is,” she lifted one delicate brow, waiting for his response.

“None here,” he rose up and slowly withdrew his length from her body before he scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her towards the bathroom.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you pick out the spot for my next tattoo,” she chuckled while she pinched his ass.

“And what do you consider a good boy?”

“Give me multiple orgasms like that every time and I’ll consider you a good boy.”

~End~

The Slave Trade Master List

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:55:58 GMT

Title: The Slave Trade
Author: Angelsdee
Chapters: 7
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/Elizabeth
Warnings: Bondage, Violence, Ds, Semi Non-con, Explicit sex
Spoilers: Mention of the Long Goodbye
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this fic but I sure
like to play with them.
Summary: This is in response to Carol’s Challenge #8 on the
WRFever Group.
Author’s Note: Thanks to Donna and Marianne, who kept me going
on this one.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3A | 3B | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Secret Admirer Master List

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:51:35 GMT

Title: Secret Admirer
Author: Angelsdee
Chapters: 12
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/Elizabeth
Warnings: Violence, Stalking, Explicit Sex, Torture
Spoilers: Through Season Three
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this fic but I sure
like to play with them.
Summary: This is in response to Carol’s Challenge #9 on the
WRFever Group. An obsessive admirer stalks Elizabeth and Ronon takes it
upon himself to keep her safe.
Author’s Note: This one took forever to finish but I managed to
with the assistence of heimedall, who co-wrote the last
chapter with me.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9A | 9B | 10 | 11A | 11B | 12A | 12B | 12C

The Hunt Series Master List

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:45:24 GMT

Title: The Hunt Series
Author: Angelsdee
Chapters: 13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/Mikaela
Warnings: Explicit sex, violence, language
Spoilers: Michael and Sateda
Disclaimer: I don't own my navel lint yet so please do not sue.
This is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: The Hunt - A hunter race turned a Wraith against their
own game and sent a single warrior out to bring him back, but Ronon
found something more interesting to track.

Summary: The Chase - Ronon pursues Mikaela after she returns to
Atlantis. This is a sequel to The Hunt written by Heimedall for me a
while back.

Summary: The Challenge - Ronon fights to win Mikaela’s favor
while John tries to get back in her good graces. This is the third
installment that comes after Part One: The Hunt written by Heimedall
for me a while back and Part Two: The Chase written by me.

Summary: The Prize - Ronon helps Mikaela find the survivors of
Sateda while he attempts to claim her as his mate. Mikaela has a
surprise for him but is afraid to tell him. This is the fourth
installment that comes after Part One: The Hunt written by Heimedall
for me a while back, Part Two: The Chase written by me, and Part Three:
The Challenge also written by me.

Author’s Note: The Hunt was written by heimedall for
me based on my prompts.

The Hunt by
heimedall

The Chase: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The Challenge: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The Prize: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The Getting Series Master List

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:33:12 GMT

Title: The Getting Series
Author: Angelsdee
Chapters: 3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Liz, Ronon/Liz
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Spoilers: Mention of the Long Goodbye, Runner, and Sateda.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the lint in my navel. Just playing with
other’s toys.
Summary: Getting Back into the Groove - Ronon is uncomfortable
exploring a sexual relationship due to his long abstinence as a Runner
and John offers a solution to his problem.

Summary: Getting Comfortable - Ronon comes to Elizabeth again in
a quest to settle his intimacy issues. John comes to his room to find
an interesting surprise.

Summary: Getting Interesting - Things start to pick up in the
arrangement between John, Elizabeth, and Ronon.

Author’s Note: Based on random prompts; Groove prompt was
Modest. Comfortable prompt was Tattoo, and Interesting prompt was
Desired.

Chapters: ...Back
into the Groove | ...Comfortable |
...Interesting

Spain takes the Win! 1-0 against Germany!

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:18:56 GMT

Yes! The homeland got their crap together and overcame!

And because he's my favorite player on Spain's team:

The Road to Hell is Paved with Pain (Epilogue)

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 06:34:30 GMT

Title: The Road to Hell is paved with…Pain
Author: angelsdee or Dee
Chapter: Epilogue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/OFC/Sam
Series: Why We Fight
Spoilers: No Rest for the Wicked
Disclaimer: I haven’t received the title on my navel lint yet so please do not sue. This is intended for entertainment purposes only and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Sam and Alex search for a way to rescue Dean from Hell.
Author’s Note: My take on how Dean could be saved from the pit. I will do another take after the 4th season premiere and incorporate Alex into the story arc.

Upon Dean’s insistence, they hadn’t hunted or taken on another job since Alex had been injured. Bobby kept approaching them about activity that he picked up on but the answer was a resounding no from the Winchester men.

“We ain’t going nowhere until she’s had a chance to recover from the loss of her strength,” Dean stated it plainly but the look in his eye held a dangerous glint. “I won’t risk her dying after she pulled my ass from the pit by sacrificing years off her life and that’s final.”

Bobby looked at Sam to see the same look of resignation in his eyes. That was the last time he asked or mentioned any more jobs. He didn’t go either. He decided to stay with his family.

Kevin stayed to make sure his cousin was stable before he made the trip home to check on his family. No matter how many times she told him she’d be okay, he shook his head no. “I’m not going anywhere til I know for sure,” he sat at the foot of the bed, absently rubbing her feet while they chatted. “Lex, I know we’re cousins but we always thought of you as a sister. All through our youth, Kerry called you little sister and I felt the same way. I’m not leaving my sister until I see with my own eyes that she’ll be okay. Do you understand, darlin?”

“Whatever you say, big brother,” she smiled fondly at him.

~*~

Dean’s nights were still plagued by random nightmares from his time in hell but after a while he managed to not wake up screaming. Lately when he woke, he startled awake, shifting Alex when he did and she’d wake up to hold him through his shakes.

“They’re still bad,” she whispered into his ear once she calmed him down enough to breathe normally.

“The things I see,” he gasped against her soft skin. “They’re like I’m still there, seeing the things they did to you and Sam, feeling the pain they put me through,” his voice hitched but he tried to hide it from her to no avail.

“Just keep telling yourself that Sam and I were never there except when we went to bring you back to us,” she rubbed his back with one hand and the fingers of her other though his hair. “What they did to us was all a mindfuck, baby, and they can never do those things to you ever again.”

“You’re right,” he took a deep breath and released it before he stared at her chest absorbed in thought. “I remember having this dream,” he sighed as he snuggled into her breasts. “I had it before I went to the pit and I was awake so I guess you’d call it a daydream even though it was at night.”

“You’re rambling, baby,” she chuckled softly, her breath blowing across his hair. “What was this dream about?”

“You, me, and Sam,” he felt his brother’s arm wrapped around her midsection, against his skin, and for some reason it didn’t bother him as much as it used to. “I was thinking that we settled down, didn’t do the job anymore, and maybe had a family.”

“We’re already a family, Dean,” she whispered lovingly.

“That’s not what I meant, Lex,” he rose up on his left elbow and stared down into her eyes. “I thought maybe we could have a family, you know, like a kid?” he instantly saw her tense and thought maybe he’d gone too far too soon after everything that had happened. “I remember you saying you wanted a normal life once with a house, husband, and two and a half kids. Well, you’ve got two husbands and explaining that to a kid would be difficult but what isn’t difficult about our lives?”

“Dean…” she began until she felt Sam’s hand glide over her abdomen.

“I like this idea,” Sam smiled into her hair. “I’d love to feel our baby growing inside of you. You’d make a great mother, Lex.”

“Really? And what would I teach a child? How to strip and clean a sidearm in record time? How to fight, wrestle, or martial arts?” she glanced between them, clearly upset. “Or maybe I can teach him how to sharpen a blade so that it can rend a head from a body in one easy stroke?”

“There’s more to you than that, Lex,” Dean held her face between his palms and tried to calm her down with his tenderness. “You’re loving, gentle, caring, and the most protective and loyal woman I’ve ever known. I know you’d make a good mother because of how far you’d go to keep your loved ones safe. I know you’d make a good mother because of how deeply you love the people in your life.”

“Are you saying you want to quit the job forever, sit around here til we grow old, and try to knock me up?”

“It’s what I want, baby,” Dean nodded his head, leveling her with a steady gaze. “I might consider hunting til you got pregnant and then quitting but its what I want. What do you say, Sammy?”

“Him? What about what I want?”

“I think I want it more than anything, Dean,” Sam’s hand splayed across her flat belly, his eyes flashing at his brother. “I can’t think of anything I’d love more. How would we know which one of us is the father? And what would we tell the kid once he was old enough to wonder why he has two fathers?”

“Hello?” she glanced between them as they continued to hold their conversation, ignoring her protests.

“Sam, does it really matter which one of us is the father? It doesn’t to me but if you want to know, we could have a blood test but if it turns out that you’re the dad, I’d want to try again until she has one of mine. Agreed?”

“One of yours?”

“Agreed,” Sam nodded his head with a smile. “Any idea how we’d explain this to them when they’re older?”

“Time out!” she teed her hands with a furrowed brow. “You two are planning out our future without even asking me if I agree. We went from hunters on the road to settling down with the two of you knocking me up with your spawn. Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No,” they said in unison. “So,” Dean glanced up at Sam, “which one of us goes first this time?”

“You since its been a while since you’ve made love to her,” Sam smirked at him.

“Are you telling me that you did her while I was in hell?” Dean scowled at his brother.

“Come on, Dean, of course I did,” he said with a hint of guilt behind his smile.

“Figures,” he mumbled under his breath while he rolled on top of Alex, scooting down between her legs. “Couldn’t even count on you not to do our girl while I was dead,” he groused before he flicked his tongue over her clit.

“Wait a minute,” her eyes widened when Dean stimulated her clit. She knew once they got started on her, she wouldn’t be able to resist them. “Dean,” she pulled lightly at his hair until Sam took her wrists in one of his large hands and pinned them above her head. “Sammy?” she looked at him with wide eyes that were getting frantic from his brother’s ministrations between her legs.

“We want this for us, baby,” he whispered against her ear before his tongue traced the shell. “Imagine having our baby in here,” his free palm traced over her abdomen before it slid up to cup a breast. “Can you picture our baby nursing from your body?” he asked before he sucked her nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

“Son of a bitch,” she said in a breathy moan, throwing her head back from the twin assault they inflicted on her body. Dean was working her clit with his tongue like a madman, two of his fingers sliding in and out of her wet center. Sam’s lips and teeth took her sensitive nipples to a pleasurable plateau of pain and sensation. It wasn’t until she came that she felt like she was in another world. These two men always transported her spirit to another plane of existence when they touched her. “Oh!” her eyes snapped open for a moment when Dean slowly pushed his length into her body. “You win,” she moaned when he pulled out and drove back in.

“What’s that, baby?” Dean looked down into her dreamy eyes with a smile.

“I give up,” she gasped sharply when he hit that spot deep inside her that made her begin to thrum with electricity. “I’ll do anything,” she cried out when his hips slapped against the cradle of her thighs.

“Anything?” Sam smiled down at her while he kept her hands captive.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” she screamed as an orgasm swept through her body. “I’ll give you anything you want,” she locked eyes with Dean as he kept slamming into her welcoming body. “If you want this, I’ll give it to you,” she keened loudly when he brought her to a second release when he flooded her womb with his seed.

“You mean it?” he gasped, looking into her eyes with emotion flooding his. “You’ll give us a normal life in this house with a couple of kids?”

“I’ll have your children,” she lifted her head and took his mouth in a possessive kiss before they broke on a gasp. “I’ll give both of you children but we continue to hunt until I’m pregnant. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sam kissed her before he nudged his brother’s shoulder. “Now get off of her so I can take her to the shower and take my turn.” He waited until Dean gently pulled out of her before he swept Alex up in his arms and carried her towards the bathroom. “Do you want to lay odds on who the first Daddy is going to be?”

“I have a good idea,” Dean whispered to himself with a smile. “I’m due for some good luck, for what I want and I’m going to get my dream,” he sighed with a dreamy smile before he drifted off to the sounds of Sam taking the love of their lives in the shower. “My son…”

~End~

Apologies to my Flist

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:41:19 GMT

Sorry to spam the hell out of your flists. I just realized that I never posted a lot of my first SN series on my LJ and a one-shot so I spent too much time posting them all today. But at least it is done and this won't happen again.

Kisses!

Bringing on the Night (Sam/Meg) NC-17

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:37:27 GMT

Title: Bringing on the Night
Author: Angelsdee
Pairing: Sam/Meg Demon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing…seriously.
Summary: What happens the night before Sam is possessed?
AN: This is an AU of the events that led up to Born Under A Bad Sign. Written by request for Andrea.

:: Somewhere in Texas ::

Sam couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember what happened after he left the burger place when he went to pick up dinner. He couldn’t remember if Dean was okay and looking for him. He couldn’t remember how he ended up in this dingy condemned building or why he was tied spread-eagle to this bed.

The walls and ceiling of this room were worn and colored with age. No one had been here in years judging by its worn down state. He turned his head as much as he could given how he was tied and saw trash all over the floor. Squatters and homeless people clearly had set up shop in this place but no matter how loud he yelled no one had come to check out the noise.

He tested his bonds only to find them completely secured before he took in his surroundings to see if there was anything he could use to free himself. He had a bad feeling about this that just wouldn’t go away and hoped that Dean would show up to pull his ass out of there.

Hours went by with no sign of his captor. Sam could feel the pit in his stomach grow bigger with each passing minute. He could feel he was being watched and that made him even more uncomfortable. What struck him as odd was that he got even more nervous when that person finally decided to speak.

“How are you doing, Sam?” a female voice outside his range of vision asked as she moved into the room.

“Who are you?” he called out. “What am I doing here?”

“One question at a time, Sammy boy,” she said with a swagger to her voice before she appeared at the foot of the bed.

“Who are you?” he asked as he looked at the brunette. She was petite with dark eyes, tanned skin, and long hair. She wore a tight black tank and jeans that hugged all her curves and made them enticing. If she wasn’t holding him prisoner, Sam could find her attractive. “Do I know you?”

“You definitely do but the last time we met I looked a little different,” she grinned at him before the whole of her eyes went black as night. “I decided to go brunette this time around.”

Sam closed his eyes, feeling his heart sink in his chest and fear grip it in a tight fist. “Meg,” he whispered.

“That’s right, Sam,” she moved to the side of the bed and his eyes opened when he felt the mattress dip down when she sat next to him. “Did you miss me?”

“What do you want, Meg?”

“No need to be rude, sweetie,” she smiled when she ran her hand down the side of his face and he pulled as far away from her as he could. “I just want to have a little fun and get to know you a little better,” she trailed her fingertips down to his chest, “before I get to know you a lot better.”

He closed his eyes and tightened his lips when her small hands gripped the edges of his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across the room. “What are you doing?” he swallowed heavily when he felt the tip of a knife cut into the neckline of his t-shirt and slice it completely down the center.

“Just having a little fun,” she said as her eyes focused on his well-sculpted chest before she ran her fingertips over his exposed flesh. “You and yours have been fucking with me for so long I just figure I’d even the score,” her hands went to his belt and quickly pulled it free before she worked on the button of his jeans.

“Stop it!”

“Not a chance, big boy,” she grinned as she slipped her hand inside his boxers and purred seductively, “and I do mean big boy.” She gripped his length in her hand and squeezed until she heard him gasp. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to claw your way out of hell?” she asked as her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and pulled them past his hips along with his boxers. “It is a real bitch and I owe that to you and your pain in the ass brother.”

Sam took a deep breath and held it when her hand wrapped around his cock again and began to stroke it. “Stop,” he gasped as his eyes clenched. He was getting hard from her ministrations despite the fact that he despised her kind. “Please stop,” he whispered against the fire shooting through his groin.

“I see you’re enjoying this despite who I am,” she leaned close to his ear so that her breath ghosted across his skin. “We have more in common than you know and you just can’t help yourself,” she laughed as his head went back when she stroked her thumb over the head of his shaft with every upwards stroke.

“We don’t have anything in common,” he snapped at her.

“Oh we do but you’ll find out later,” she glanced down and smirked when his cock was standing proud. “Or maybe it’s because you haven’t gotten laid in a long time. It doesn’t matter to me either way.” She rose up from the bed pulling her tank off and throwing it aside. “Do you like me like this, Sam?” she asked as she turned and peeled her skin-tight jeans down her legs revealing her bare ass to him. “Or did you find me more attractive as the cute blonde?”

He couldn’t even respond as his eyes traveled down her body when she turned to face him. She was evil wrapped in bodily perfection. Physically, she was a fantasy come to life. He knew this stirring in his blood was wrong but he felt out of control. He couldn’t stop the desire he felt when she put her left knee on the bed beside his hip and swung her right leg over him to straddle him.

Meg kept her black eyes on his face and watched as his gaze slid down to look at the short distance that separated his cock from her hot opening. “Can you feel the heat of my pussy already, Sam?” She brushed her wet heat against the weeping head of his shaft and laughed when he sucked in a breath. “Do you want to fuck this borrowed pussy, Sammy boy? All you have to do is ask.”

Sam grit his teeth against the urge to beg. This was Meg, a demon in some innocent woman’s body and all he wanted was to bury his shaft deep in her pussy and fuck her senseless. He couldn’t understand his drive to want this. Another brush of that shaved, smooth pussy against the head of his cock forced all reason out of his mind.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Beg me for it,” she hissed in his face.

“Please let me fuck you,” he pleaded as his eyes focused on the weeping tip of his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head when she grasped his length and slid down on him to the hilt. “Oh my God,” he gasped when her tightness surrounded him.

“Not quite, lover,” she whispered in his ear before she began to ride him at a furious pace. She braced her hands on his chest, fingers flicking over his nipples and smiled when he lifted his hips to meet her rhythm. “That’s it, baby, fuck me hard, make me cum, Sam.”

The sound of slapping flesh filled the room and almost overshadowed the rising groans and cries. She pinched and pulled at his nipples while he strained his arms and legs to drive up into her. The ropes dug into his flesh and blood began to seep from the abrasions but Sam’s only concern was his oncoming release.

She clenched around his penetrating shaft as her orgasm swept through her.

He threw his head back and screamed as he came in explosive bursts within her depths.

Before he had a chance to catch his breath, he heard the woman above him scream. His eyes shot wide open as he watched the black smoke pour out of her mouth and flow into his. He felt the dark essence fill him and push his consciousness and control into the background of his mind.

The woman collapsed on his chest while he fought to regain his control but the effort was useless. Meg was firmly in place and Sam felt like he was looking through his eyes from the backseat of a car.

“Where am I?” she said as she slowly lifted herself upright. Her eyes went wide when she looked down at him and saw that she not only nude but felt his twitching cock within her pussy. “What did you do to me, you son of a bitch?”

“Hey, I’m the one tied up here, sweetheart,” Sam pulled on his ropes for emphasis. “You’re the one that raped me!” he yelled at her but rolled his eyes when she began to cry shaking her head in disbelief. “You are no fun at all, going all weepy and catatonic before I could play some more,” he flexed his arms, snapping the ropes easily with his newfound demonic strength. “I’m afraid you’ve bored me,” he placed one hand on the back of her head, the other on her chin, and snapped her neck like a twig before he pushed her corpse off of his body. “Too bad for you,” he glanced down at her dead eyes as he freed his legs, rose up from the bed, and fastened his jeans. “We could have had so much more fun before you had to go.”

He walked around the room, pulling his shirt closed before a smile lit his face. “Now let’s go fuck with your brother’s head for a while and see if Dean can hold up to the pressure,” his eyes went black for a few seconds before he walked out of the room.

All the while Sam was screaming in his head.

~*~

The Killing Grounds and Four Horsemen Master List

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:36:18 GMT

Title: The Killing Grounds
Author: Angelsdee
Chapters: 37
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/OFC, Sam/Sarah, and a slight Sam/OFC
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual content
Spoilers: All through Seasons one and Two
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Dean or Sam Winchester or any characters affiliated with the Supernatural series. Dominic, Leon, Brian, Mia, Letty, and Vince are characters affiliated with The Fast & The Furious and therefore do not belong to me either. Angel, Spike, Gunn and Illyria belong to Joss Whedon. Mikaela, Andros, Janna, Sallah, Anton, Richard, Giovanni and Rain are characters of my making or family members and belong solely to me.

Summary: The Winchester boys are carrying on their father’s mission to hunt and kill any demons, vampires, or other supernatural creatures. Sam is trying to get his brother to face his pain over their father’s loss without success until they meet a woman with strange abilities and supernatural fighting skills while on a hunt. Both of the boys find themselves attracted to her but she is fighting to recover from a loss of her own. As they help her heal, Dean finds himself drawn to a kindred spirit.

Author’s Note: Warnings for content and spoilers will be at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3A | 3B | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13A | 13B | 14A | 14B | 15A | 15B | 16 | 17A | 17B | 17C | 18A | 18B | 19A | 19B | 20A | 20B | 20C | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | Epilogue

Title: The Four Horsemen
Author: Angelsdee aka Dee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Mikaela, Sam/Sarah
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual content
Feedback: Feed the whore but no flame!
Spoilers: Open but a mere hint towards Mag 7.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Dean or Sam Winchester or any characters affiliated with the Supernatural series. Dominic, Leon, Brian, Mia, Letty, and Vince are characters affiliated with The Fast & The Furious and therefore do not belong to me either. Mikaela, Andros, Janna, Sallah, Anton, Richard, Gi and Rain are characters of my making or family members and belong solely to me.

Summary: A new threat comes to the Winchesters from both within the family and without.

Author’s Note: This story is a Supernatural Fan Fiction that pairs Dean with an original character that I first used in a Fast and the Furious story called Control. While the supporting cast of TF&TF might make an appearance during this fiction, it is not a crossover. A minor appearance will be made by Angel and Spike, both of which I do not own, but I included them just for fun. This is a sequel to The Killing Grounds, the Master List for this fic can be found here. Written for the ficathon on spn_apocasmut for prompt #1 here.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

The Four Horsemen (NC-17) Chp. 8

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:17:31 GMT

Chapter 8

The storm moved over the house, a swirling vortex of gathering darkness, blowing fast and furious. It was wild, uninhibited, savage and pure, driving rain onto the ground with such force that pools of water formed immediately, several inches deep. Jagged bolts of lightning streaked and sizzled across the sky, a raw display of the magnificence of nature. Thunder rolled loudly, a constant roar, filling the sky, shaking the foundations of the house and the surrounding buildings.

Dean padded through the cabin on bare feet, suddenly very worried about Mikaela. He shoved on a pair of jeans, opened the screen door, making his way past the porch and climbing the sodden, and slick hill towards the house, uncaring that he was becoming soaked in the downpour. He cursed himself again for not talking to her, for backing off and giving her space.

Every time he had looked for her though she had seemed absorbed in her own thoughts or tending to other people in the house. Besides, he feared she would want the one thing he would be unable to give her: answers. Or worse, that she would push him away and the thought of her rejecting him robbed him of the very air he breathed.

Mikaela wandered silently around the courtyard, the wind swirling around her, watching the clouds darken and roll, boiling against the night sky. Mikaela made her way to the fountain Gi had installed between the wings of the house, curled up on its base and watched the storm with shadowed, hurt eyes.

Dean paused at the crest of the small hill separating the house and the cabin, his eyes darkening at the sight of her, their predatory gleam reflective in the dark. She hadn’t noticed him, her head was tilted back as she stared at the dancing whips of white heat arcing across the sky, oblivious to him and the three inches of rain pooling around her.

Her long hair was drenched, slicked back from her face, and the thin teddy she wore clung to her like a second skin, accenting every curve and hollow. She was so beautiful for a moment he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only stare. All around nature was erupting in fearsome fury, yet she sat in the midst of it all, because it was where she belonged. She shifted and the white soaked material of her nightie became transparent, hugging her firm, high breasts so that she looked like a pagan Goddess of old heralding the storm to her.

Despite her outward appearance Mikaela’s mind was as wild and chaotic as the storm itself. Fury, hurt, betrayal, longing and love all swirled within her. She longed to rip the silk from her body and play with the elements that coursed through her, but refrained, uncertain she could maintain the fragile control she had over the storm if she was fully immersed in it.

Dean sniffed the air, sensing her pain, her fear, her unbelievable loneliness and he hated that he was the cause of it. She raised her hands, cupping the rain, bringing it to her mouth and tilting her head, letting the silver stream flow down her throat. Dean nearly groaned out loud.

Mikaela straightened, sensing him in that way she always did, turning her head slowly towards him, her black eyes dark with the wildness and fury of the tempest in their depths. He felt it then. Need and hunger and lust and love all slam into him, staggering him. He could feel the wildness in her calling to him, he could feel the storm as it moved through her body, sang in her blood, moving around them, pulling him to her.

She called to something primitive and savage in him. Called to his inner beast, his animal. He felt the dark beast inside lift its head, sensing its mate, heard it roar in his mind, felt its need for her swamp him, making him tremble. He bared his teeth, his eyes glittering silver in the night, ferocious, feral, more animal than man.

Mikaela smiled at him.

Dean would never forget that moment. Not ever, the memory was burned into his mind and in his heart. She was his. The night was theirs. In spite of everything that had happened between them, there was nothing that could keep them apart, nothing that could destroy the love they had. They belonged together, two halves of one whole, hearts and minds, bodies and souls.

The air crackled as their gazes locked, searing bolts of white hot power crashed and slammed into the earth, shaking the ground. Lightning struck the side of the house, charring the red brick walls, spilling debris onto the ground, blistering sparks shooting up into the air.

Mikaela stood in the courtyard, lightning dancing and arcing across the sky directly above her, her hair whipping around her face, the rain soaking her as she raised her arms to her sides, embracing the raw power that she wielded, the answering power in nature.

Dean’s breath slammed from his body in raw pants, his blood thrumming in his ears. She was indescribably perfect in that moment. She was primal, she was pure, she was nature personified, as wet and wild as the night itself.

Dean stumbled towards her, going to her because he had to. Nothing could have kept him from her; no force of man, demon or God would prevent him from being at her side. His muscular arm wound around her waist, dragging her to him. His mouth crashing onto hers with as much intensity as the whirling deluge surrounding them. He had no words to give her, nothing he could say would ever tell her what he was feeling. How could he express what she meant to him with mere words? That she was his life, his heart, and his soul. Everything.

Mikaela moaned helplessly. She wanted him just like this, wet and wild and fierce and untamed, with the lightning streaking across the sky, their heat scorching the air around them. His mouth moved on hers, demanding entrance, devouring her, marking her soul.

Fire. Goddess, she was on fire for him. He stroked her lips with his tongue, teasing, nipping, tugging, his raspy growls driving her mad. His mouth wandered along her cheek, down her jaw, along her throat, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. He captured the taut peak of one breast through the flimsy material of her nightie, suckling it through the water soaked material, frantic in his lust and love. Mikaela cradled his head, a broken cry escaping her as his mouth left.

Dean’s eyes gleamed as he swung her up in his arms, racing back over the grass, sliding down the slippery hill, his mouth never leaving hers the entire way. He brought her to the front lawn of the cabin, where he lowered her to the ground, moving on top of her, his hand sliding up her calf, along her thigh, bunching the soggy material of her teddy at his wrist.

He pressed his fingers against her center and thunder crashed overhead. His mouth fed on hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his fingers teased her, making her writhe beneath him, moving against his hand, desperate for relief from the raging heat tearing through her body. Mikaela’s husky cries fed the beast in him and Dean growled, raising his head to watch her as he slid one finger deep inside, stroking her heat, her wet core. She lifted against him, her hands clutching his shoulders.

He teased her nipples with the tip of his tongue making her cry out. He withdrew his hand, edging back from her. She opened tormented eyes and he wanted to howl at the pain he saw there, the pain he had put there. -Snikt- The blade of his knife extended and she watched it with avid interest. He lifted the hem of her nightgown, slicing up the middle in a long slow glide. Mikaela moaned at the feeling of the cooler metal against her heated flesh.

Lightning slashed and sizzled, so close he felt the heat sear his skin, but he never took his eyes from hers. He parted the white material, lowering his head to her creamy, wet skin, licking her collarbone, along the valley in between her breasts, down her flat stomach and lower still, inhaling her sweet, spicy aroma as his mouth found her slick folds. God, she was perfect.

Mikaela fragmented, screaming into the night, her hips rocking against his face, thunder stealing the sound, shaking the ground. She felt him breathing on her, blowing soft little puffs of air, tormenting her with his proximity. She moaned helplessly, a small sound really, but it drove him mad, shattering his self-control.

He tore his soaked jeans from his throbbing body, surging into her tight sheath. He heard himself groan with pleasure, a low guttural sound, his entire body shaking in ecstasy. The wind whipped around them, a testament to Mikaela’s still raging desire. He moved within her, hard and fast, moving with the force of the battering winds. He grabbed her hips, securely, rolling so that she was straddling him.

Mikaela cried out as he lowered her onto his fierce erection, filling her completely, tight and erotically painful.

Dean caught the nape of her neck, tangling his fingers in her sodden hair, pulling her face to his, and molding her mouth with his. She moved slowly and his body screamed in raw pleasure. She was a vision astride him, her head thrown back, her generous breasts lifting and falling as she did, her glorious mouth parted as she moaned and whimpered. He spanned her waist with his hands, guiding her movements, lifting and lowering her with increasing speed. His head fell back in the grass, his eyes closing tight as a wave of savage rapture washed over him.

Mikaela leaned forward, her tongue swirling on his rain-dampened chest, her pearly teeth rasping his flat male nipples. His body jerked as she nipped one nipple hard between her delicate canines, the erotic sensation of a pleasure/pain combination searing him. He clenched his teeth against the pleasure threatening to drive him over the edge. God, he loved her. She made him whole, complete. The terrible things he’d done vanished when he was with her; her light dispelled the darkness on his soul. Dean hissed his breath between his teeth, whispering words of love, surging into her.

Unexpectedly Mikaela rolled off of him, coming to all fours on the drenched grass, giving him a smoldering look over the flawless curve of her shoulder. Dean rose to his knees behind her, stroking the delectable curve of her ass, moving his mouth to taste her again. Mikaela tore clumps of grass from the ground, moaning. He pressed against her, his hard length swelling even more. “Christ, Mick, what you do to me,” he growled.

He gripped her hips as he buried himself in her, deeper, and deeper, harder and faster. The silken muscles along her back flexed as she stretched out before him. So feminine and so strong, his Mick. She reared against him, straightening so that her hair flung over his shoulder, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She licked the rain from him, inhaling his earthy male scent. He growled, plunging harder, the pleasure beyond intense. He gripped her breasts from behind, groaning her name in her ear.

“Not like this, baby,” Dean growled, laying her down and rolling her, settling between her thighs. “I wanna see your beautiful face,” he kissed her slowly, lingeringly. His palms came up to cradle her jaw, holding her when she would have looked away. His strokes slowed, long and deep, his eyes intense. He brushed his mouth across hers repeatedly, the barest of touches. “I love ya, darlin’.”

The rain intensified, torrential, driving.

Dean moved gently, nuzzling her throat, licking her ear, murmuring low rumbles.

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled.

“Open your eyes, Mick.” He captured her bottom lip between his silken ones, holding it as he spoke. “Look at me.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he buried himself to the hilt, rotating his hips slightly, making her eyes flutter. “Look at me, baby.”

Mikaela opened her eyes, tears slipping past her dark lashes, mixing with the rain, but he knew, he could smell them. He rocked against her, holding her close. He ran his hands through her hair, his eyes locked with hers. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I’m so sorry, Mick.” Lightning whipped the ground directly beside them. Mikaela’s eyes began to cloud white. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t hide from me.”

“No, that’s what you do, Dean,” she said quietly, her eyes once again black.

He felt as if she’d punched him in the gut with the empty look in her eyes when she spoke his name. He slid slowly out of her, sinking back in with a slow glide. He lowered his head to hers; taking over her mouth with the most devastating kiss he’d ever given her. He coaxed her lips apart, savoring her surrender, drinking deeply from her. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, his hips increasing in rhythm. Mikaela gave a broken sob of pleasure, so close to orgasm, but he’d take her just to the peak and slowly bring her back down again, tormenting her and thrilling her at the same time.

“Please…” she cried as he moved almost completely out of her, teasing her clit with his fingers.

“Please, what?” He surged back in.

She whimpered, wrapping her legs around him, trying to regain some control. The winds howled, thunder echoing off the cabin. “Dean, please,” she moaned.

He stilled within her. “Who am I, Mick?”

She met his gaze steadily. “I don’t know anymore.”

“Yes, you do, baby. You’re the only one that knows.” He cradled her close, pumping furiously now. He groaned when he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder and her nails rake his back. “Ah, hell, darlin’.” He gripped her bare backside in his hands, pounding into her.

“Yes,” she moaned, writhing. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Is this what you want? Hard and fast?” he growled.

“Yes,” she said.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to love you?”

“No.”

“Fuck you, Mick.”

“Yes, Dean, fuck me.”

Her throaty command was almost his undoing. He felt the beast roar, happy to oblige. ‘No!’ He wouldn’t let her do this, wouldn’t let her take the love out of this. He grunted with the effort to slow himself down again, but he did, slowing the pace, holding her. “Mick, baby, I love you. Let me show you how much,” he pleaded gently.

“No!” she screamed. “Its just sex! I hate you!!”

He felt tears in his eyes at her words, his throat tight. “No, it’s not,” he denied, shaking his head.

Mikaela made no response, turning her head away from him.

Dean trailed soft kisses along her exposed neck, his mouth moist and gentle. “This is love, Mikaela. Don’t lie to yourself or to me.” He rubbed himself against her leisurely, nuzzling her where her shoulder and neck met.

“You left me,” she whispered, raw.

“I’m sorry," he croaked.

“You lied to me. You said…you said you’d never let me go…” She was close to losing her anger now and that terrified her. ‘Stay mad, stay pissed. Bastard. Left you. Walked out. Left.’

Dean kissed her tenderly. He rocked in and out of her, the friction building. “Mikaela.” He held her hips, surging relentlessly. “Who am I?”

“Dean,” she said in a cold tone.

“Wrong,” he pounded into her. “Who am I?”

“Dean.”

“Wrong!” He bared his teeth, his eyes flashing in the night, reflecting the lightning sizzling overhead. His dark hair splashed rain as he moved, furiously now, consumed. He slid all the way out, rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her clit, stroking her unmercifully. Mikaela arched against him, her hips undulating as he moved. He rammed into her again. “Who am I?”

Mikaela was hopelessly lost in sensation now. “Dean,” the love was back in her voice. His blood sang again from the sweet sound of his name coming from her lips.

He growled. “Close.” He lifted her off the ground, bringing her up to face him as he impaled her over and over. “Tell me. Who am I?” He buried his hands in the thick fullness of her soaking wet tresses, holding her head, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tell me, Mick,” his voice broke.

All the heartache and pain came rushing from her in a shattered cry. “My husband!” She hit him in the chest with her fists, harsh sobs wracking her body. She lowered her head to his shoulder, hitting him futilely until he captured her wrists, holding them together, locked between their straining bodies. “My…heart…”

“Yes.” Dean kissed her forcefully, all the turbulent emotions swirling between them reflected in the crashing thunder and torrential rains, in the way they clung to each other, desperately.

“Dean!!” Mikaela screamed as her body came apart on his, lightning scalding them both as she lost herself in the beauty of their lovemaking and the power of the storm.

Dean grunted at the impact, but cradled her close, relishing the feel of her body tightening around his, milking his orgasm from him mere seconds later. He roared her name, biting her shoulder, thrusting to the hilt.

They sat, welded together for long minutes, her head on his shoulder, face buried in his neck, his arms tight around her. Slowly the winds began to die down, nature’s fury subsiding with Mikaela’s. Their hearts slowed to normal, their breathing returning from ragged and heavy to long and deep.

Dean kissed her temples, her cheek, along her jaw. “You are my everything, Mick.”

She clung to him, holding him in mute shock at the intensity of her need for him.

Dean scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the cabin, too exhausted to go further than the living room. He pulled their favorite fuzzy blanket from the back of the couch, laying it on the floor in front of the fireplace. He lowered her gently, started a small fire, and then moved to lie beside her.

Mikaela pillowed her head on his broad chest closing her eyes tightly. She placed her clenched fist against her swollen lips and Dean could feel her silent sobs as she shook. He murmured to her, stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. “Never again, Dean,” she whispered. “You can never leave me again.”

“Never, Mick,” he swore. Now that he’d seen her again, touched her, loved her, he knew, he could never be apart from her again.

She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself as close as she could get. “I love you. Whatever you have to face, Dean, we face together. As a team.”

Dean crushed her to him. He didn’t deserve her. He never would. But he’d never give her up again. Not for anyone or anything.

The remainder of the night they lay awake, softly whispering to each other, and just as the first rays of morning light were creeping through the windows Dean rolled her to her back and slowly showed her how much he loved her, over and over again.

~*~

The sun rose steadily across the sky, changing the earth’s blanket from deep purple to a beautiful blend of reds and orange until finally replacing the shadows with the vivid blue of a pure sky. From his seat on the front stoop Dean watched the sunrise, sipping his coffee, inhaling the fresh scent of the earth after the rain. A light breeze danced along his bare shoulders and he closed his green eyes, content.

In the house, still sprawled on the living room floor, Mikaela stirred, rubbing her cheek against the soft fur of the blanket beneath her, inhaling Dean’s lingering scent. ‘Dean!’ Her hand shot out, closing on empty space and she jerked up, panicked. He had left again! Her chest tightened painfully, tears clogging her throat.

“Mornin’, darlin’.”

Mikaela turned quickly, pushing her tousled hair from her watery eyes. “Dean,” she breathed.

Frowning he crossed the foyer and took the small step down into the living room. “Mick?” He knelt beside her, cupping her cheek. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“I thought you’d left,” she confessed on a harsh whisper.

“Ah, baby.” He pulled her into his arms. Damn. It never occurred to him that if she woke alone she’d assume the worst. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him almost desperately. He held her in much the same way, barely containing the urge to squeeze, knowing his arms could easily break her ribs.

He tilted her chin up, lowering his mouth to hers, softly massaging, at times barely touching. One hand stroked her hair, loving the way it sifted through his fingers like a silken cloud; the other cradled her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone.

“Dean, forgive me for what I said last night. I wasn’t-”

“Don’t.” He said quickly. He took a sharp breath, his eyes darkening. “Don’t ever ask for my forgiveness, Mick. I ain’t worth it. I don‘t deserve you, we both know that.”

She bent her head, her long hair hiding her face from him. “I can’t lose you again," she said quietly.

Dean sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap, cradling her to his chest. “I’m sorry I left. What I did to you…I still have a hard time knowing that I hurt you. I couldn’t face it.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you never lost me, darlin’. I’m yours. Not much of a prize, but there you have it.”

She turned her face into his throat, her arms circling his neck, her hands clutching his hair. “I need you to have more faith in me. I’m your wife, Dean. For better or worse, ‘till death do us part. I meant those vows.”

He dropped his head protectively over hers. “I know you did, darlin’. I love you, Mick. More than you can possibly know.”

She burrowed closer, as if trying to get inside of him. Her delicious wiggles sparking more than tenderness. Dean tightened his arms reflexively. Mikaela laid her palm on the hard wall of his broad chest, marveling at the smooth skin, the heat radiating from him, the raw, untamed power that was held in careful control. He was power and strength. He was wild and lawless. He was her husband and her heart. She gazed up at him in loving wonder.

Dean smiled down at her. “What is it you’re thinkin’?”

She touched her fingertips to his stubborn chin, a slow smile of her own tilting her full lips. Very deliberately she lifted her mouth to his, kissing him slowly, thoroughly. “Don’t ever leave me again, husband. I’m lost and dead inside without you.”

A sharp pain twisted in his gut and he pressed his forehead to hers. “Never.” He kissed her neck, trailing a living flame of fire along the swanlike column to her collarbone. He lowered her to the furry blanket, standing to remove his boxers.

Mikaela’s breath caught at the sight of his fierce arousal. She licked her lips and he groaned. She gave a soft, throaty chuckle to which he growled, lowering himself over her, crawling up her body. Mikaela touched his chest lightly with just the tips of her fingers, watching his face with interest as she let just a fission of electricity out, teasing his nipples. His jaw clenched, his hips bucking unconsciously. ‘Very interesting.’ She trailed her hands lower, teasing the rock hard muscles of his abdomen and she felt him suck in a breath. Her fingers wrapped around the thick hard length of him, and he shuddered. Mikaela danced her hands along his fevered flesh, teasing, and toying with him.

He grasped her hands, his need so intense it was painful. “Mick,” he warned with a rumble.

“Yes?” she asked with wide-eyed innocence.

Instead of responding he released her wrists, sliding his rough hands along her smooth body, cupping her perfect breasts. Mikaela moaned, arching into his warm palms. He teased her nipples, barely touching, hovering over the ultra sensitive peaks.

“You like that, darlin’?”

“You know I do,” she panted. She slowly opened her legs. “Touch me.”

Dean growled, low and deep. ‘Vixen.’ He pressed one hand against her damp center, rubbing her gently, parting her folds, his breath slamming in and out of his lungs as she lifted her hips against him. He reached for her hand, sliding it down her flat stomach, placing it where his hand had moments ago been. She gave him a questioning look.

“Feel what I feel,” he murmured, linking their fingers and moving their joined hands over her throbbing flesh. Her head fell back and she moaned. “You feel so good, like hot silk.” He moved their hands aside, licking her. He kept his eyes on her face as he stroked with just the very tip of his tongue. She jerked up, a sound half sob, half moan coming from her.

“I need you inside of me. Now.”

Dean’s hips surged forward almost against his own will, his body hers to command. Her fingers dug into the taut muscles of his buttocks, urging him deeper. “Christ.” He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her as he buried himself as deep as he could. Her breathless moans and restless movements driving him mad. He burned for her. He was buried to the hilt and still he burned for her. ‘Fuck. Oh, fuck.’ She was clenching her inner muscles and he shook with forced restraint, trying not to cum like an untried schoolboy.

Outside the wind picked up, rattling the windows. Neither one of them cared.

Dean slowly sank in and out of her, finding every hollow and shadowed place with his mouth and tongue, kissing her and nipping her as he moved. He wanted to show her again how much he loved her. How much she meant to him. His Mick. She drove away the demons plaguing him, took away the terrible loneliness, replaced the horrible sights and hideous deaths he had witnessed and replaced it all with warmth and love and understanding. He meant what he said, he would never be worthy of her, but he was damn sure going to spend every day of the rest of his worthless life trying to be.

Mikaela made an inarticulate cry as his hips increased their pounding, taking her to places only Dean could take her. He took his time, ensuring her pleasure, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until she was certain she would die from the pleasure. As she shuddered in the throws of yet another shattering release she felt his teeth sink into her neck, marking her as his he found his own release, his roar muffled against her skin.

Dean groaned, his seed pouring forth in a great gushing torrent, his body trembling uncontrollably. She was clinging to him, crying out his name, murmuring her love for him and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. She was his. He never wanted to stop; afraid that if he let her go she would somehow vanish, dissolve like a dream. He growled, his breath hissing between bared teeth, angry with himself for ever leaving her in the first place.

Mikaela opened her still lust-clouded eyes slowly. “Did I do something wrong?”

Dean wrapped one large fist in her hair. “No, darlin’. You make everything right.” He rolled off of her, pulling her with him so that she lay across his sweat-dampened chest. She rested her chin on folded arms, studying him.

“We make everything right,” she said after a moment. “Together.”

“Together,” he confirmed, pulling her down for a long kiss.

“We need a shower,” she said pulling away slowly.

Dean grunted. Mikaela rose to her feet, padding her way across the kitchen, unabashedly naked. She sent him an artless smile over her shoulder. “Coming?”

Dean followed, curious when she passed the bathroom and instead headed towards the back of the house, through the storage room and out the back door. She continued down the small embankment towards the dock. She raised her arms over her head and instantly a small, self-contained rain shower erupted over her head.

“You’re getting real good at controlling this gift of yours, darlin,” he shook his head with a broad grin before he joined her in the self-contained shower.

“I’m doing a lot better than you realize,” she cocked her head at him. “With these new abilities, we won’t be needing the kids to come along on every assault on the Hellmouths.”

~*~

:: Parts Unknown, Brazil ::

“It took forever to crawl back out of that damn hole,” Plague complained to his brothers, his voice resonating off the cavern walls.

“I’m personally sick of that bitch sending me down,” War barked in anger. “This is the second time for me.”

“Now gentlemen, no need to be nasty,” they turned to find Mikaela sitting on a large boulder nearby. “It is my job to kill you bastards, send you back, and seal these damn gates to Hell. We all do what is required of us.”

“What are you doing here?” Death asked hesitantly.

“Well I learned that you four and the Seven Deadlies couldn’t be vanquished like I do with the rest of your kind. Apparently it has something to do with a balance of good and evil,” she hopped off the stone dusting off her hands. “Pesky rules but what can you do?”

“Your point,” Famine asked with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Just wanted to let you know that I am on to you and since our recent bit of unpleasantness I am tapped into you. That means I know what Hellmouth you will emerge from and can beat you to it before you get free,” she smiled as she held her electric-charged fists out to her sides. “Hope you guys get used to staying home because I will be at every exit to send you back and slam the door behind your asses. Bye now,” lightning arced from her outstretched fingers to strike them all down.

The smoke from their forms rushed back into the fissure in the earth before Mikaela moved to stand over the opening. A quick slash across her palm and her blood flowed down into the Hellmouth sealing it with the magick of her life force.

“You enjoyed that way too much,” Dean wrapped his arms around her pulling her back against his chest.

“You have no idea,” she turned in his arms dragging his mouth down to hers.

~ The End for now ~