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_{(Continued from sws)}

[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]

[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]

So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?

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I'll make it. [She hoped. If not, well, it would be a very interesting dinner. Still, she was going to try like hell to hold out. As difficult and torturous as it was, she was really enjoying the way Sam was giving her what she wanted.]

[She reached for her beer and took a drink before she leaned in closer to him, speaking softly.] After dinner, are you gonna let me come, or should I be preparing to hold back again?

[If she had to wait, and then wait through the movie, she'd be pleading desperately for it by the time they left. Especially if he had her suck him off during the movie again. She shuddered and swallowed hard, trying to calm down again.]

[It was pretty easy to tell when Dean was enjoying himself... spent his entire life looking up to, studying his big brother. And even like this? It was clear she wasn't having a bad time. Besides, she'd promised that she'd stop it if it went too far... all that in mind, he shrugged.] You can when we get home, Dean.

[He lifted a hand to touch her cheek, tip her in for a kiss, slow and lingering.] Then I'll make good on my promise earlier. [He leaned in to press his lips to her ear so no one could hear.] Make you come until you can't even stand it... but only if you give me this, Dean. Got that? Hold back until we're home.

[Dean swallowed hard and whimpered softly when Sam told her to wait until they got home. Oh god, that was going to be difficult. Especially if Sam fucked her after dinner and then again after the movie like he'd said.]

[She eagerly returned his kiss, moaning very softly against his lips and then again when he spoke against her ear. She nodded quickly.] I'll give you what you want, Sammy. Anything.

I know you will, Dean... [He nuzzled into her affectionately, straightening back up.] Love you.

Love you, too. [She smiled and straightened back up as well, still shivering a little from the low vibrations, but it was manageable. Fortunately, the food arrived shortly thereafter and gave her something else to focus on.]

[Thank god the food was here. A distraction from fucking Dean was welcome now. He picked up his fork and started eating.]

[Dean sat up straighter after the plates were delivered and she made a small sound as the change in position changed the way the vibrations felt. Then she picked up her silverware and started to eat, trying to let the very good food distract her from how incredibly bad she wanted Sam right now. Absently, her thighs rubbed together under the table, sending sparks through her, not really helping at all.]

[He reached down to rub at her thigh again as he ate, casually rubbing over her inner thigh again.] So are you going to be in the mood for dessert or would you rather get out of here?

[Her legs parted more for him when he touched her and she shivered again. Every time his hand moved over her skin, it made the ache between her legs even more pronounced. She swallowed hard on a sip of beer and replied as casually as possible.] I think we should go after dinner. Slushies at the movie should be dessert enough, I imagine.

[He kept rubbing against her skin, smiling a little.] yeah, okay. Any idea what movie you want to go see?

[She started whimpering very softly each time his hand moved. It took a moment and a long breath before she could answer his question. She wasn't even sure she knew what was playing right now.] I think there's some kind of battle epic thingy still playing, if that interests you?

Battle epic thingy, huh? [He laughed under his breath.] Sounds fine. [He doubted that either one of them would be paying attention to it anyway. He could barely focus on his food with the way she whimpered every time he touched her.]

[Dean was having a hard time concentrating on food, too. Her body was aching to get more of Sam. The slight touch was just a reminder of what was so close, but still so far away. For the first time in a long time, Dean just couldn't wait for a meal to end.]

[By the time she finished eating, she'd pressed her thigh right up against his and her hips were rocking very slightly each time his hand smoothed over her inner thigh. So was so turned on. The vibrator was keeping her nice and on edge, just enough to make her incredibly needy, but not enough to get her there.]

[She sat with her hands folded obediently on the table in front of her, waiting for him to finish eating.]

[He loved the way she rocked against his hand like that, clearly craving more and he was too. He was glad when dinner was finally done and the check was placed on the table so he could put down the cash to cover it all. They needed to get the hell out of here.]

Come on, Dean, let's go. [He murmured softly, starting to slip out of the booth, holding a hand out for her.]

[She took his hand and let him pull her out of the booth, holding onto the hand even after she was on her feet. Her legs were a little wobbly after the long dinner full of teasing and she couldn't wait for more. Even though she wasn't allowed to come. God, that was going to be difficult. Especially with Sam looking at her like that.] Know where we're going? [She asked him softly as they headed for the door.]

[His hand settled around her when he led them out of the restaurant to keep her steady.] I was thinking the theater... unless we can't control ourselves.

Your call, Sammy. I just thought you wanted to fuck me after dinner. [She answered softly and smiled at him. If he wanted to wait for the theater, that would make holding back easier on her.] Or are you too anxious for your slushie?

You think you could handle it if I fucked you right now, Dean? You'd still have to hold back. [He gave her a look.]

If you do it hard and fast like before, I can. If you want to take your time, I might not be able to. Depends on what you want. [She shrugged a little as they reached the car, glancing over at him curiously.]

What if you ride me and set the pace? [He flashed her a short, teasing look before he settled in the driver's seat, starting the engine because it'd be a little too public to try it in the parking lot.]

Is that what you want? I can do that. [She laughed softly under her breath. Sam seemed to be getting into the situation. That was good. It would be a lot less fun if it was just something he felt like he had to do for her.]

When don't I want it? [He flashed her a quick, brief smile. Just good to see her enjoying herself. Reaching across the seat with his free hand, he let his fingertips brush through her hair affectionately, pushing some behind her ear.]

Mmm... [She leaned into his hand and sighed happily. Loved his little, affectionate touches. She shifted over closer to him and leaned up and nuzzled into the side of his neck. She murmured against his skin.] I can't wait to get on you again.

[he drove on, trying to keep his attention focused on the road and not the warm, soft body pressed up against his.] Soon, Dean... just have to find some place we won't get caught. [No better way to kill an evening after all...]

Okay, Sammy. I'm doing my best to be patient. [It didn't stop her from nuzzling him, though. Or one hand from slipping down to settle between his legs again and rub gently.]

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