Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2007 20:36:23 GMT -5
Kitty's breathe hitched as Dean moved his head right near his ears. 'Oh fuck, not the ears not the ears not the ears not the ears.' He groaned inwardly, hoping beyond hope that the other man wouldn't touch the sensitive area.
"You're vulnerable."
AS Dean's lips brushed against his ear he couldn't help but release a soft moan, shifting in his seat to try and stop the blood from traveling south."I'm-I'm not vulnerable." He protested weakly, his breathe coming in heavy pants now.
"You're also extremely... obsessed with something in this room, I noticed. "You've been very obvious about it, but you haven't done anything about it."
"Really now? I didn't notice." He averted meakly, his whole body shuddering at the feeling of Dean's breathe on the shell of his ear, moist and hot and oh so sexy.
Kitty struggled for something else to say but he found himself incapable of speech and when Dean taunted him all he could do was glare, although it witheld it's usual menace. "Cat got your tongue? Scardy cat, perhaps? Cold paws?"
"That's so old. And completely unfunny." He drawled, whimpering slightly as Dean pulled away, Kitty's eyes heavy and his body weak.
"I think the cat needs to drag itself back home, now."
Taking a breathe, Kitty nodded, looking down at his hands, fisted tightly into the material of his pants. He tugged out some coins from his jeans and placed them carefully on the counter as payment for the booze he'd earlier consumed, getting up on shaky legs to stand. He smiled at the other man, and this time it was pure and full of the innocence it had held all those many years ago. "I lied. You really are a cute little puppy. I'll catch you later."
Kitty turned slowly and walked out of the pub, closing the door silently behind him and heading for the castle. Then, thinking twice he popped his head back into the pub to call out quickly, "I stay on the third floor of the Castle in Nicolas' special sleeping quarters. It's where the perminant residents stay and if you ever wanna catch a drink or chat it up, don't feel shy to call on me. I'll be there." And with a wink he was gone, bouncing down the steps and whistling a tune as he made his way merrily towards the castle, feeling giddy inside as butterflies fluttered around in his stomach.
"You're vulnerable."
AS Dean's lips brushed against his ear he couldn't help but release a soft moan, shifting in his seat to try and stop the blood from traveling south."I'm-I'm not vulnerable." He protested weakly, his breathe coming in heavy pants now.
"You're also extremely... obsessed with something in this room, I noticed. "You've been very obvious about it, but you haven't done anything about it."
"Really now? I didn't notice." He averted meakly, his whole body shuddering at the feeling of Dean's breathe on the shell of his ear, moist and hot and oh so sexy.
Kitty struggled for something else to say but he found himself incapable of speech and when Dean taunted him all he could do was glare, although it witheld it's usual menace. "Cat got your tongue? Scardy cat, perhaps? Cold paws?"
"That's so old. And completely unfunny." He drawled, whimpering slightly as Dean pulled away, Kitty's eyes heavy and his body weak.
"I think the cat needs to drag itself back home, now."
Taking a breathe, Kitty nodded, looking down at his hands, fisted tightly into the material of his pants. He tugged out some coins from his jeans and placed them carefully on the counter as payment for the booze he'd earlier consumed, getting up on shaky legs to stand. He smiled at the other man, and this time it was pure and full of the innocence it had held all those many years ago. "I lied. You really are a cute little puppy. I'll catch you later."
Kitty turned slowly and walked out of the pub, closing the door silently behind him and heading for the castle. Then, thinking twice he popped his head back into the pub to call out quickly, "I stay on the third floor of the Castle in Nicolas' special sleeping quarters. It's where the perminant residents stay and if you ever wanna catch a drink or chat it up, don't feel shy to call on me. I'll be there." And with a wink he was gone, bouncing down the steps and whistling a tune as he made his way merrily towards the castle, feeling giddy inside as butterflies fluttered around in his stomach.
