Gen dragged her fingers down Dean's scalp, sending a shiver over his cooling back, then reached down between them to find the little strings and gently widen the clamp enough to remove it. The release sent a little tremble through her again, a mini-clench around Dean, making him hiccup and cough Uh god-damn. She cracked a lazy sideways smile and got to watch him open his eyes to her as his hands began to move. With a soft palm on his jaw she ran her fingers over his features, tracing his brow and hairline, letting him look at her as she caressed.

After a quick, fat kiss Dean pulled away to clean up and Gen started pulling the blankets back. When he returned, he lay next to her on the white sheets, and propped himself on his elbow to look at her facing him on her side. She rested there, her top arm and leg slightly bent, and he dragged his hot hand in a slow loop over her body, taking in her proportions and lines uninterrupted: over her shoulder to her waist, up her spine to the nape of her neck, brushing her hair away, back down over the curve of her hip and bottom, stroking her thigh and slipping his knuckles up her belly to trace the curves on her breast and then her neck and jaw.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I lied when I said I wanted a fling."

Gen looked up at him, blissed out from the sex and the sight of him now. She didn't care what he'd said to her that night.

"I don't think I'll lie to you again," he said, leaning down to kiss her.

She kissed him back and smoothed down his cheek and neck, over his shoulder and chest. After a while, she replied "Yes you will."

His face flickered doubt, or curiosity, before she said "One day you'll tell me you're fine," and the breath out his nose said he knew she was right.

"Or that you can't take any more," she smiled suggestively and he watched his hand cup her breast again, half smiling back. "Or you'll say 'Mmmm delicious!'" she mimicked, mouth full of pretend terrible food and he laughed with her. "It's okay," she said, rolling onto her back and shuffling under him. "I think I'll probably know what you mean."

"Did you know that first night?" he kissed her. "Did you think then that I didn't mean it?"

"I think... I had an inkling you were taking it more seriously than you should've, for a fling... but I was going to take whatever I could get."

"Hmmm," he kissed again, "I'm a lucky guy, that you know me that well... but I'll try not to lie again. I'll say 'Ouch'-" Gen interrupted him with a hearty laugh, because she realised she'd never heard him say that. "I will! And I'll say 'More' and 'Don't stop'-" He smeared himself against her, pulling her leg up to his waist and sliding his hand over her smooth skin as he gazed over her. "And I'll say, 'Honey, this tastes like shit'-"

She chuckled, replying "Then you'll find yourself saying that more often than the rest."

"I'll never say it about you," he murmured, nosing about her ear and licking the soft and firm patches around there. "I remember how you smelled on my fingers that first night... Let me taste you again."

"Oh, God... Dean," she sighed, "I'm so-"

"Please," he suckled and tickled her neck to woo her, feeling her respond warmly to his sensitive attention. "I didn't get to see enough before and what I caught looked so gorgeous. Please... say if it's too much? ...see how we go?"

Gen hummed and shifted, seeming to be open to the idea, and he slid himself down, kissing the curves and nudging the softness, humming over her as he went. She let him out of her arms, soon feeling his hand splayed out under her pelvis and his shoulder pushing her leg wide. His fingers ran up and down her other thigh, stroking the dips and planes. She heard him sigh son of a bitch before his warm breath ghosted over her wetness, a tingle still echoing from before. She reached down to thread her fingers through his hair and he looked up a moment, smiling at how her elbows nudged her breasts together, the pretty lines of cheek bone and eyelash as she pressed her head to the pillow.

Dean watched her as he dropped his head down to lightly lick her still-plump folds, gently dragging from core to clitoris, and listened to her soft gasps and sighs. She began to rock her hips toward him, and he put his lips over hers, suckling and licking tenderly, using the smooth tip more than the rough flat in her sensitive state. He traced the edges and valleys a few times, then settled around her clit, directing pressure over the different parts, sucking and nudging without friction, and her sounds began to beg again.

Slipping two fingers inside, he slowly worked them in and out, hugging her a little to anchor, and began a sleepy rhythm upon and inside her to lead her along. She worked with him, her speed and breathing slowly increasing. He crooked his reach and heard her cry Oh! and clutch at his hair. He moaned deeply in reply, brushing inside her once more, and she said it again, higher, louder, and with a flush of heat and moisture that spread over her from Dean's lips and fingers.

He licked and lapped, letting her calm while she patted his hair as best she could, her fingers quivering slightly. Then he closed her knees together like a book and crawled up to pull her body flat against his.

"Nap now," she said.

"Kay," he soothed.

"I don't know what happened," she mumbled. "It used to be I couldn't and now..."

"Maybe you've learned how, you can do it more easily," he suggested, pulling the blankets over them.

"It's you," she said, snuggling against him and nuzzling his neck. "You."

AN: Just a note to say there may be a pause here: I haven't yet decided which way things will go with Gen and Dean, plus I'm set for a major interruption (hopefully happy - touch wood) in the next few weeks. So if there's a chapter or two, or none, and a big pause, that's what's happening. Thank you for reading for so long, I really appreciate your time :)