Can't Fight Your Urges

               Dean opened his eyes. He could see Marcy in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and immediately felt aroused. She was wearing only a t-shirt, and black panties. He grinned, eyeing her round ass. His eyes followed the line of her legs, down one and up the other. Her skin was pale as milk, crisscrossed by the pale blue veins running underneath. When she bent over to spit in the sink, her shirt lifted, revealing a sliver of the large tattoo on her back. He tugged at his boxers, feeling himself grow hard. Walking around me like that will get you into trouble, he thought with a grin.

                Stretching, she came out of the bathroom, and he quickly closed his eyes and rolled his head the other way before she could see him. He heard her pad across the carpet and flop down on the other bed. He cracked an eye open to see what she was doing. She lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow. She flashed him a grin when he opened his eyes. He couldn’t resist smiling back.

                “Howdy,” she purred.

                “Hi,”

                She bit her lip, her eyes smoldering. His boxers were becoming unbearably tight, and he rolled onto his side to face her, and hide his erection.

                “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes dropping to her bare legs.

                Marceline’s mouth curled into that grin again. “Thinking.”

                “About?” he prodded, mimicking her by propping his head on his arm. Her eyes dropped to his flexed arm, and she bit her lip again. Dean smiled at her, knowing she was just as turned on as he was.

                She sighed and rose, going to the window. She drew back the curtain and peered out.

                “Sam’s not back yet,” she said, letting the curtain fall back into place. Dean watched her go to the dresser, picking up the cigarette pack there. She shook it, and put it down dismayed.

                “So what were you thinking?” Dean asked, yanking at his boxers once more. She turned to him, placing a hand on her hip. It was Dean’s turn to bite his lip, cocking his eyebrow at her.

                “I was actually thinking about going to get some breakfast. Wanna join?”

                Dean rose from the bed as she turned back to the dresser, digging for her jeans. He suddenly felt nervous, thinking she would likely clock him one if he touched her, but his lust overrode that thought. He ran his hand down her arm, watching her skin break out in goose bumps. She shivered, but didn’t draw away. He slid his other hand across her back, trailing to the swell of hip.

                “Dean, what are you doing?” she breathed, her heart pounding in her ears.

                He spun her to face him, tugging her hips to his. She let out a surprised squeak when she felt his hardness pressing against her belly. He grinned at her, brushing her hair behind her ear. He leaned to kiss her, but she turned her head.

                “No, Sam will be back soon-“

                “We can make it quick then,” he murmured, putting his lips to her neck. He brushed them along her skin, making her shiver more.

                “Dean, please,” she sighed. “Don’t make me want you.”

                He chuckled, planting a kiss at the hollow of her throat. “What are you gonna do if I don’t stop?”