(For Dean)

[sharktoothtotem]

 Taylor sat in a chair across from him sketching in her journal.  A little of the charcoal from the stick she was using had smudged her cheek from when she had tucked a lock of hair out of her face. She was in short running shorts, and a cropped tee, over which she had a thin hoodie that looked like it was made of blue mesh, her backpack was on the floor under her chair, more out of habit than anything.  

"So, you really hunt monsters don't you?"  She had been mulling it over for a while.  "What is that like?"

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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He's doing his best to stay as still as still as possible but at the question, he runs his tongue across his lip in contemplation.

"It's... a lot of things." He could spin her some line, but with the way tonight has gone and how open she's been, he decides he owes her more than that. "It's hard. Brutal. Bloody." He huffs a little chuckle, eyes dropping away from her for a minute. "...Fun. I've always enjoyed it a little too much, probably. Honestly, I've been in this life so long I wouldn't know what to do with a normal one. At this point, all I'm hoping is to go down in a blaze of glory and that I get some goddamned rest."

[sharktoothtotem]

She chuckles. "You can move I have the rough sketch down Dean."

She's silent listening to him. "I don't even think I can begin to understand how that is. I mean at least what I hunt, for the most part, doesn't hunt you back." She looked at the bracer on her arm. "I take it nightmares?" She honestly wanted to know more about him. If anything he was more interesting than half the guys she usually met on digs, and she could see small scars, he was as used to action, if not more than she was. "Would that really be the way to go out though? Though I know some hunters on my world, that would prefer to go out finding their "Atlantis" and never making it back to civilization."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He stretches himself out with a grin. "Thank god for that, I'm not much good at staying in one place." Unless he's on a hunt, of course, then he's real good at it if he has to be.

"Not like you would think." It had been too many years since he had had nightmares about what lurked in the dark, and even then it had been about them taking or killing Sam or Dad. Mom nightmares were common, too, in the younger years. He'd had the nightmares about himself during his wait for hell, and since then... those nightmares and invaded the snatches of sleep he got. Skirting the truth with just enough to satisfy her it is. "Not so much myself. My family being killed... my mom... never really about myself. Just, losing everyone, you know? Ending up alone... or worse."

Not even a hesitation as he answers the last question, though. "Yeah. If I can go out doing some good? It'll make it all worth it, you know?"

[sharktoothtotem]

"I know sitting still is pure torture. But I haven't mastered walking and sketching just yet. Chewing gum and freehand climbing a thousand foot rock face seems so much easier."

She's silent as she sketches. "I think that's the main reason I try to stay away from most people. Like, at college, I was that freak in the back of the class working on her doctorate papers while the professor was droning on about the basics of archeology." She shook her head. "Most of it I kinda learned unconventionally." She glanced up. "Figured the more I got lost in work less I'd need to deal with the other students my age, who were there because they all wanted to be Indiana Jones."

"I don't know. I mean, if I had more than my small group of hunters, I'd like to let them know that I was okay with how my end came."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"If you're sketching, I don't think that counts as sitting still." He grins, playful teasing on his face.

"And hey, at least you saw it through. Could have just left early with a GED and a bad attitude." He shrugs out of his flannel, getting himself a little more comfortable in his tee and jeans. "Unconventional is generally the better way to learn things. A lot to be said for trials by fire, you know?"

He just shrugs in response. He doesn't really have a way to verbalise what's going on with his head with this part of the conversation, so he just tries to let it drop.

[sharktoothtotem]

"I'm quick with a rough sketch honestly. I've broken enough cameras on a trip to rely on my sketches more." She grinned. "And know how many times I've been caught by one of the opposing teams after the same treasure? They always insist I'm worth more Live, though I make their lives hell as soon as their back is turned."

"My uncle and Grandfather insisted. When they found out how close I was they told the rest of our group to have no contact until closer to graduation. Other than Lara, I'm the only one who went to school after high school."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Whatever works, I guess." He shrugs. Is he still going to tease? Heck yeah.
"Still doesn't count as sitting still though. That'd be like me saying I'm on stakeout and then sitting with my back turned the whole time."

"College is good, I'll have to agree with them on that one. As much as the adventure highs are awesome, you should also still remember how to appreciate normal." He meets her eyes, and he's being entirely honest about that. There's still a bit of him that wishes that Sam had been able to do the normal thing he so desperately wanted to do way back when. The thing he had fought so hard to keep hold of until Dean had come barging into his life because he was lonely and didn't know how to cope. "Balances out the crazy."

[sharktoothtotem]

"You would be surprised what you could still tell while blind." Her hand went to her shark tooth a moment. "I mean really, blindfolding someone really doesn't work." She gave a smile. "And can be a lot of fun honestly."

"Just, with all the paperwork done, sucks to have to play the intern until they say I'm good enough to go solo. All because I need that damn paper." She sighed. "And normal is over rated, I may be too used to the crazy."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"There's a lot of things that can get real fun real fast." He returns that smile... then wiggles his eyebrows. "Especially with just the right amount of danger."

Oh god, you sound like him before his world went to shit. "Yep, I used to think the same. Been in crazy since I was four years old, didn't know anything else. Didn't want anything else. Life was determined to show me I as wrong, and I guess it kinda did, to be fair." He meets her eyes, all serious. "Normal is fleeting, crazy is forever. Trust me when I say you should make the most of it."

[sharktoothtotem]

"I have stated I'm an adrenaline junkie right?" She set the sketch on the table.

"I know a little of the other side. I mean, the guy that raised me wanted me to try to fit into high society so I had to play normal. Dresses and high heels are torture devices. You can't convince me otherwise." She watches him, her gauze had been serious as well. "I'll stick with embracing the crazy, from what I've learned so far, has pretty much let me know that I really don't care for the people playing normal. Too many white fences, rules and lies to tell to keep up the appearance. Of course may just be high society like that."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"I have seen enough of high society to know that their crazy runs deeper than my normal sort of crazies." He chuckles, shrugging off and letting the conversation drop. Welp, he now knows how it feels on the other side of that particular conversation. He stand s and makes his way across the room, settling himself onto the floor and resting his head in her lap, now that the book is put down distraction mode is a firm go. After all, she had asked. Green eyes staring up at her from her lap, promising nothing but mischief and demanding attention now he's been good and sat still long enough for her to sketch. "You sure you can lower yourself to slumming it with little old me?"

[sharktoothtotem]

"Yeah..." She pauses when he sinks to the floor, her own eyes twinkle a little as she smirks.

"Well I don't know Dean, can you handle someone high society slumming it?" She leaned down though distracting him from answering with a kiss, testing the waters some. "Because if you can, I'm fine with the role when I need to." She whispered.

I had to change icon, lord knows why. /kicks dw and tries again for the 50000th time

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

Yes, yes this is exactly the attention he was after. She kisses him and he responds in kind, all soft lips and lingering bourbon from the night's earlier partaking. His smile when she's done could light a room, and he removes his head from her lap to turn himself to face her properly. That's not the most comfortable angle for paying a lady attention after all.

"I can handle a lot of things." He responds, light but husky, before leaning in for a proper kiss.

Re: I had to change icon, lord knows why. /kicks dw and tries again for the 50000th time

[sharktoothtotem]

She grinned at his response. "Okay, you know, I think I like bourbon like that." She gave a playful squeak as he leaned in for a better kiss. Her hands toyed with the collar of his shirt a moment before she moved to unbutton it. She was game to see how far this went.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He lets her toy with the collar of his shirt, start unbuttoning, as his hands start mapping her back. When they reach the bottom of her crop top, he uses the back of his hands and wrists to catch the fabric as he slowly bring the material up her back as he's kissing her, then letting it drop back into place. He pulls back with a smirk and an eyebrow. Not saying a word, just silently questioning whether she's sure.

[sharktoothtotem]

She gives a grin as she pulls his shirt back off him. "Thought that's what we came here for," She whispered in his ear nipping at his earlobe a little.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

Oj God, that's enough to stir both hemispheres into action.

Yep, that's a go for him. Her top is removed both with confidence and a possibly surprising gentleness, despite his eagerness he's certainly not ripping clothes off. He likes to savour these moments and make sure that the women he's attending to are... well attended to. One hand in hair, one hand on leg for now.

[sharktoothtotem]

She works his undershirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him as she deepens the kiss. Shifting a little she straddles his lap, both legs on either side of him. Yeah means it'll be harder for them soon, but she doesn't mind it at the moment, as she works her way down the side of his neck with kisses.

She actually doesn't mind a little roughness, though with how gentle he's being, despite the fact she can feel he's stronger than he looks with just how his arms and back feel, it's refreshing, like he isn't sure if she'll break.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He leans his head to the side with short huff of air that sounds suspiciously like it has a quiet groan caught in it. He also really likes it when a woman takes over and knows what she wants, that's how he ended up in those damn panties after all, but that surprisingly comes up less than one might think, at least where he's involved. Big guy, big muscles, big personality, often the one starting the flirting... often leaves the lady to expect him to take charge. And as previously mentioned, he likes to leave his night time partners satisfied, so whichever this ends up happening, he's happy.

He squeezes at her thigh as she'd paying attention to his neck, other hand easily finding and opening her bra fastening. the hand on her thigh slides it's way up to her hip, down to the small of her back in her waist band to help support her weight where she is straddling him.

[sharktoothtotem]

She wiggles in his lap a little as she pushes him back lightly, how their sitting she has lousy access to his pants, which her hands trace down to, in order to unbotton them. She doesn't mind that they both have shoes on still. Those will get lost at some point.

She's amazed he's not dominating, though it's a nice change of pace. Though each movement she makes, it's clear that she'll stop if he's uncomfortable with it. Despite not minding it fast and rough, it's nice to see how long she can go with trying to be gentle.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

As she slides back on his lap a little, his hand keeps her supported enough that she doesn't just slide off his lap but between her moving back and him leaving g his top half back a moment, she has more than enough room that she can pop the button and zip easily. As soon as he's got more room, he realises that the pressure has eased a bit that he hadn't even realised had been beginning to build, body already reacting to her heat and weight. It wasn't full on yet, but definitely showing his very real arousal.

Nope, way too early yet. The bra hand catches the button on her waistband and flicks it open with as much ease as the bra, before he pulls her up around his waist and gives her a deep kiss before trailing his mouth down towards her chest and teasing her just a little bit to gauge reactions.

[sharktoothtotem]

She gives a playful squeal when she's pulled closer again, though it's clear she's not going to stop him. since his jeans are free-ish for now, she rakes her fingers teasingly up his back, her short nails gently kissing it, though it's clear she's not going to dig in, like him, she's testing to see how far he's willing to let her go without straight up asking him.

She moans a little as he trails kisses, leaning back slightly to give him more space.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

There's a light pant as she kisses her nails across his back, the muscles tensing lightly under her touch. Dean's mouth continues it's trail, though, down towards the nipples. He teases a few times his tongue, enough to get her perky, before returning his mouth to hers. One of his calloused but gentle hands is going to start playing with her breasts until he finds the right ways to elicit the reactions he wants.

[sharktoothtotem]

Taylor smirks ever so slightly feeling him tense. Though the thoughts derail as he flicks at her sensitive skin, forgetting a brief moment how to breathe. His hands on her, make her give a small throaty purr, soft hands just tell you that the person has never really lived anyway.

Instead of talking, she slips her hands up deepening the kiss.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He plays with the sensitive skin areas around her breasts until she's suitably worked up, before his hand goes slipping down towards her jeans and panties again, this time slipping them completely down under her ass to her mid thigh, a little easier than it probably should be in this position. The fingers traceback over the curve of her ass and her hip before one finds it's way between to gibe a small stroke. Again he's testing, finding her limits and her likes, lacking the caution to be tentatively up also not so boldly as to be overpowering. He really wasn't joking when he made the comment about making sure his partners were well looked after in that way, and in this case leafing a little bit as she seems to be not yet confident enough to just take what she wants in the way that he likes the most. He has no doubts that they may get there eventually, but until then he's gonna focus in on making sure she's pleased.

[sharktoothtotem]

She's able to keep her balance easily, pressing back against his gentle touches. While he's testing, her fingers traced scars, as she worked her way down, glancing up slightly to see how he was taking it. She'd only go as far as he was comfortable. When her pants were slid off, she gave a slight giggle, not enough to break the mood.

Of course not, she didn't want this to stop, one hand trailed down his chest, wrapping gingerly around him, stroking teasingly slow. She didn't want to be the only one to be feeling good.