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John/Mary, pre-series
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kashmir1 seems to be my John/Mary muse. :D She wanted John/Mary wedding night!schmoopy!smut. This somehow turned into John/Mary they couldn't wait until the wedding night!sex in the bathroom!smut. ;)
It had been her idea, he was going to be sure to always remind her of that. It had been her idea to follow after him when he went to the men's room, running in, giggling breathlessly as she shut and locked the door behind her.
The precise up-do her hair had been in was beginning to come down, messy curls framing her face. A flush was spreading across her chest and up her neck, tinging her cheeks pink.
She'd already had more than her fair share of champagne.
John watched the corners of her mouth turn up in a smirk. "Found you, Mr. Winchester." She murmured.
"Didn't know I was lost, Mrs. Winchester." He teased back, leaning against the sink.
She strolled toward him, gathering up the length of her dress (thank God it wasn't one of those overly poofy things) and perched on the edge of the counter.
The look she gave him was a challenge if he ever saw one.
"What about our guests?" He asked, trying to hide his smile as he brushed his fingers against her bare knee. "Won't we be missed?"
Mary shook her head and wound her arms about his neck. "Not as long as the free booze holds out." They shared a secret laugh and she leaned forward to nuzzle along his jaw. "Mmm...love you in a tux, sugar. Been aching for you all day. Wanting you inside me."
John groaned and stumbled forward, pressing himself between her legs. His hand slid up her thigh and he gasped when he found nothing between his fingers and her moist heat. "You're not wearing panties." He growled, a low rumble in his throat.
Mary's eyelashes fluttered innocently. "Oh my. I guess in all the rush and excitement this morning, I just...forgot." She pushed his jacket from his shoulders and tugged impatiently on his suspenders.
"Well, that just makes you all kinds of naughty, doesn't it?"
She was already arching against him, fingers tangling in his hair. He's glad he's let it grow out a bit, enough for her to get a good grip when she wants to tug his mouth down to hers.
John fumbled with his zipper, only stepping back for a moment, long enough to push his pants past his hips.
Mary reached down to palm him roughly. His forehead dropped to her shoulder and he shuddered. "Please...please." He didn't even know what he was begging for.
"Shhh." She murmured into his ear, wrapping her other hand around his neck and pulling him closer.
He sank into her with a satisfied groan and Mary's hips lifted up off the counter, her gasps echoing in the small space.
His thrusts were halting as he tried desperately slow down and not to come from simply being inside of her.
Mary was his now. She belonged to him and as he lifted his head to look at her smiling face he told her was much. "Take care of me? Always?" He added with a whimper against her lips.
"Of course I will, darling." Mary answered, her voice catching as she moved to meet his thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moaned, low and sweet.
"Oh, I love you." John sighed.
John/Mary, pre-series
R
What can I say?
kashmir1 seems to be my John/Mary muse. :D She wanted John/Mary wedding night!schmoopy!smut. This somehow turned into John/Mary they couldn't wait until the wedding night!sex in the bathroom!smut. ;)It had been her idea, he was going to be sure to always remind her of that. It had been her idea to follow after him when he went to the men's room, running in, giggling breathlessly as she shut and locked the door behind her.
The precise up-do her hair had been in was beginning to come down, messy curls framing her face. A flush was spreading across her chest and up her neck, tinging her cheeks pink.
She'd already had more than her fair share of champagne.
John watched the corners of her mouth turn up in a smirk. "Found you, Mr. Winchester." She murmured.
"Didn't know I was lost, Mrs. Winchester." He teased back, leaning against the sink.
She strolled toward him, gathering up the length of her dress (thank God it wasn't one of those overly poofy things) and perched on the edge of the counter.
The look she gave him was a challenge if he ever saw one.
"What about our guests?" He asked, trying to hide his smile as he brushed his fingers against her bare knee. "Won't we be missed?"
Mary shook her head and wound her arms about his neck. "Not as long as the free booze holds out." They shared a secret laugh and she leaned forward to nuzzle along his jaw. "Mmm...love you in a tux, sugar. Been aching for you all day. Wanting you inside me."
John groaned and stumbled forward, pressing himself between her legs. His hand slid up her thigh and he gasped when he found nothing between his fingers and her moist heat. "You're not wearing panties." He growled, a low rumble in his throat.
Mary's eyelashes fluttered innocently. "Oh my. I guess in all the rush and excitement this morning, I just...forgot." She pushed his jacket from his shoulders and tugged impatiently on his suspenders.
"Well, that just makes you all kinds of naughty, doesn't it?"
She was already arching against him, fingers tangling in his hair. He's glad he's let it grow out a bit, enough for her to get a good grip when she wants to tug his mouth down to hers.
John fumbled with his zipper, only stepping back for a moment, long enough to push his pants past his hips.
Mary reached down to palm him roughly. His forehead dropped to her shoulder and he shuddered. "Please...please." He didn't even know what he was begging for.
"Shhh." She murmured into his ear, wrapping her other hand around his neck and pulling him closer.
He sank into her with a satisfied groan and Mary's hips lifted up off the counter, her gasps echoing in the small space.
His thrusts were halting as he tried desperately slow down and not to come from simply being inside of her.
Mary was his now. She belonged to him and as he lifted his head to look at her smiling face he told her was much. "Take care of me? Always?" He added with a whimper against her lips.
"Of course I will, darling." Mary answered, her voice catching as she moved to meet his thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moaned, low and sweet.
"Oh, I love you." John sighed.
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Date: 2006-09-13 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 03:36 am (UTC)"Didn't know I was lost, Mrs. Winchester." He teased back, leaning against the sink.
MELTED MY HEART. The rest melted my panties.
But I can totally see Mary in Dean - his... irrevrance. Especially the way you write her.
LOVE YOU! AND THIS AND OMG! HART!
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Date: 2006-09-13 03:40 am (UTC)O_O I'm glad I could melt your panties.
Also...yeah. Dean is Mary. Mary is Dean. You convinced me and now, it's all I can think about. :)
*loves you back*
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Date: 2006-09-13 04:13 am (UTC)I know. I've been thinking that for awhile now and I should make a post about it someday.
♥
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Date: 2006-09-15 09:27 pm (UTC)I have found that the Supernatural fandom has wonderful meta and picspams. :D
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Date: 2006-09-13 04:25 am (UTC)This is such a sweet, sexy piece, just perfectly hot and meaningful and *I* want wedding sex like that, yes please.
I especially loved: he brushed his fingers against her bare knee. It's almost INNOCENT but so not.
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Date: 2006-09-15 09:28 pm (UTC)Thank you, my dear! :)
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Date: 2006-09-14 12:01 am (UTC)"Mmm...love you in a tux, sugar..."
Hee, that lil' moniker gave Mary a bit of midwestern character. Loved it. :D
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Date: 2006-09-15 09:28 pm (UTC)I'm glad you picked up on that part and loved it. :) I thought that was an important bit to add.
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Date: 2006-09-14 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-15 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-16 08:24 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2006-09-17 01:15 am (UTC)Thank you, my dear! :)