Dean. Dean Winchester. One and only hunter. Drop a line if you need me.
She let out a choked noise at Kelsey’s words – her fingers coming up to curl at the base of Kelsey’s spine – feeling the fan of the Wolf’s breath against her flesh. One hand drifts up Kelsey’s back and comes to rest into those red waves of hair. “Tá tú aingeal. An gaire chun na bhflaitheas Feicfidh mé teagmháil riamh.” [You’re an Angel. The closest to heaven I’ll ever touch.] She murmurs tenderly.
Kelsey’s cheeks flushed at the words, a shiver working it’s way down her back at the hand that coiled into her hair. She pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses to Kelly’s skin, tongue laving over a collarbone.
She will easily feel the contours of his muscles as her fingers slip – how his skin shivers and flexes under her touch, and then with a grin and a brow waggle, he pops her bra free with one finger.
She makes a soft noise of amusement, pulling his shirt up over his head. Hands slipping up to cup his cheeks, she pulls him into a soft kiss.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” He tucks his hands into his pockets, giving a smile in Kelsey’s direction – before leaning to press a kiss to her cheek. “Wasn’t interrupting anythin’ between you and Kelly, was I?” He looks back towards Kelly for a moment just to check.
“No, not at all. Just broke up a hot make-out session about to happen, Jase.” Kelly teased, which made Jason’s mouth thin out before he laughed. “Damn, I always have that habit, don’t I?” Turns back to Kelsey with that grin returning.
Kelsey felt her cheeks warm a bit at the kiss, her heart giving a warm thrum. She let out a laugh, giving Jason a gentle nudge with her elbow. “Perfecting timing you’ve got, Teas’.”
She pushed her hair from her face, tongue wetting her lower lip.
Jason chuckled, he’d expected that. “That’s no fun.”
”It is for me,” She murmured a bit cheekily, tongue running along her lower lip.
Billy – almost as if he was sensing what Kelsey wanted to do – gave a languid roll of his hips right into her. His tongue was stroking over her lower lip, before sucking into his mouth and nibbling on it.
Kelsey arched, a low noise escaping her. “Billy.” It’s a breathless murmur, her hands curling against the Wolf’s shoulders — Nails digging into his skin slightly.
“That’s debatable at points, really debatable.” He seems to be playfully glowering at her, but he’s also not moving her off of him anytime soon.
She snorts, lightly swatting his face with one of the pillows. “Obviously.”
Corset by Victorian Dreams