Tongues & Tattoos
Chapter five: Tongues & Tattoos
His hands are warm against her skin. His breath tickles against her thigh. His eyes shine with such a lucid desire that it hitches her breath. “So a tongue ring, huh?” She whispers as his nose brushes against her inner thigh, his hand squeezing her other leg. She stares at down at him, he stares back at her, even there on his knees, his charisma is undeniable. “We shouldn’t do this…” She sees him grin, shrugging lightly from his position. “We shouldn’t.” He agrees. “We’re going to do it anyways… won’t we?” He nods lightly, his fingers sliding up and over the hem of her skirt. “Only if you want it.” She whispers a soft ‘yes’, nodding. He’s quick to slide her leg over his shoulder, forcing her to hold onto the desk to keep her balance. “This is all I can give you.” His fingers graze the material of her panties, and he bites her lip. “Nothing else…”
She sits upright quickly, blushing as Professor Dean Winchester stares her down lightly. “You slept through my class.” She bites her lip, and looks around noticing how she’s the only student left. “Are you doing okay?” The amount of concern he’s showing her, makes her feel slightly ashamed to have fallen asleep in his class to have a lucid dream about Lucifer. She gently pushes her hair out of her face and musters up a small smile. “I’m so sorry…” She stops herself from calling him Professor Winchester, and with an effort she speaks again: “Dean… I’m sorry- I don’t sleep well lately… medical reasons and even if it’s not an excuse… I’m sorry, it was rude.” She watches as his expression remains soft, nothing changing. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh- okay.” She bites her lip. “What…” She watches him stop himself, and then give a shrug. “If you need anything, you know we might be Professors, but we’re still human.” She nods lightly, grabbing her things and leaving, but not before taking a glance at Dean quickly. She gets home in a hurry, and lay’s down on her bed, it takes but near seconds and the world darkens around her.
He’s holding her in his arms, she’s straddling his waist, his chest is bare, his eyes still hold such an intense gleam. “Lucifer…” He hums, his fingers pressing against the bare skin of her back. “Is that why you have a tongue ring?” He tilts her chin upwards to capture her lips. “Maybe… I haven’t received a complaint yet.” She blushes lightly, and his hand slides upward to press her against his chest. “What is this between us?” She watches him; his gaze is still so strong even after such an exhilarating encounter. “Physical attraction, mostly that and an ass kicking from Castiel.” Castiel… his name is blurry but she sees a flash of blue and frowns. “What do you mean?” The scenery changes around her, and she tumbles into Lucifer’s arm, this time they appear to be dancing together.
“Castiel knows… I don’t hide things from him. He knows how I enjoy your company.” It feels like a broken track record, the music skipping even in her dreams. “I don’t understand…” She whispers, as her anxiety hikes, and she moves away from him trying to catch her breath. “Castiel knows you love him the most… but…” His voice drowns out, and she blinks as the room starts to spin. “Kari!” She’s awake, sweat clinging to her body, her breathing ragged as Henry gently holds her. “You were having a nightmare…” She looks around and then nods lightly, trying to get away from the anxious feelings capturing her. “Oh- thank god.” She whispers. Of course she hasn’t had sex with Lucifer. Of course Castiel and her have nothing in common… but why is she haunted by these things, in her dreams?
“I don’t want to alarm you Kari… but Dean, Benny and Chuck are here.” The color drains from her face, and she leans back against Henry lightly. “W-why?” She stutters, still trying to master her breathing. “Well you know… Chuck and Benny… you know.” She stares at him for a few moments, her brain trying to catch up to his implicit gestures. “Henry… did you have sex with Chuck and Benny?” He shrugs a little, and she gapes at him. “Dude… where?” He clears his throat and she glances at her bed with a horrified expression. “DID I PASS OUT IN MAN JIZZ? HENRY WINCHESTER I’LL KILL YOU.”
She was holding onto the blanket that was covering her carefully, as she stared down Henry, Chuck, and Benny. “Look, its cool and all that you want to be together but not in my bed….” She watched as they nodded, and she sighed lightly. “Henry… shouldn’t you have gone back to their place?” She asks softly, and Dean intervenes. “Yeah they can’t do that at my place… hell no, not with Bobby around, he’d make it so awkward.” She blinks, and nods in agreement if that’s the case, before sighing. “Henry go to your own house man….” She watches him make a face. “Well stalker girl is still there so-” She points to Benny. “I’m sure he can get her to leave or even Chuck… look anywhere but here… or where Bobby is.” She watches him nod, and sees the partial grin on Benny’s face. “You’re the one who cleaned up everything aren’t you, Benny?” She sees him nod. “I told mon cher that you’d have his ass on a platter, I wasn’t wrong.” She thinks back at how if it hadn’t been for Dean she’d have smacked him with the spatula she found in the kitchen.
She tilts her head to the side once Henry and his terrible twosome is gone. She’s tilting her head to follow Dean’s movements as he attempts to fix her kitchen light. She can see under his shirt lightly, and she’s not really attempting to look away. She’s trying to think about anything but Dean shirtless, or kitchen sex. She knows its bad enough that she’s thinking of Lucifer this way, that one inappropriate chain of thought is already hard enough to handle. “I think I got it, switch it on.” She turns on the light, and it shines on his face, illuminating his smile and green eyes as she curses herself silently. Now she’s got to add Professor Dean to the list of things she shouldn’t like but does.
Suddenly the light flickers and the bulb explodes hitting Dean in the back, as he was scaling down from the counting. “Fuck.” She gasps lightly, and runs towards him. “Oh my god are you okay! Wait here I’ll get the first aid kit.” She doesn’t wait before rushing down the hall and grabbing the little white box, before she finds him with his shirt off trying to get the pieces of glass out of his skin. She nearly drops the box, taking note of his physique, her face heating up lightly. “I-I have the first aid kit.” He looks up at her, a sheepish smile on his face. “Thanks, I can’t reach some of the pieces can you have a go at it Kari?” The way her name rolls off his lips, and she’s sunk, and in trouble.
When Dean is all patched up and ready to go, she waves him off, trying to get some peace and quiet for the first time in a while. She moves to the couch, making a makeshift bed for the night and huddles down before letting sleep claim her.
“Dean if you keep getting inked this way no one will recognize you.” She watches him frown, and he shrugs before offering her a dazzling smile. “I don’t really care who notices me, unless it’s you.” She blushes beat red, and his fingers cup her face, before he leans in to seal their lips together. She hears the carefree laughter of someone else approaching, and finds herself turning her head to look at the newcomer. “Lucifer…” She whispers, as he settles down beside her, giving Dean a silent hello. The both of them, lean forward to press their lips to her cheeks, and she gently swats them away with her handkerchief. As she stands up she fixes her dress, and moves to start going out of the courtyard. She’s pulled back against Dean’s chest, and she can see Lucifer moving to stand in front of her. “Castiel-” He continues speaking but no sounds emerge from his lips, and then nothing.
“Fuck- Fuck!” she wakes up with a start and looks around. With a groan she leans back down against the couch. “Why am I … dreaming about them both now…” She begrudgingly makes her way to her Friday class, barely giving it a care in the world, before heading to the library. She looks around and sighs, no one is present, thank god. She opens her book and starts reading, hours pass by, before she receives a tap on the shoulder. Turning around she’s greeted by Dean, and she blinks. “Dean?” He waves a little hello, taking a seat next to her. “You know… you’re my professor right.” He shrugs and simply stares at her. “Yesterday… when I had my shirt off… did you see my tattoo?” Is what he finally does say when he speaks. She quirks an eyebrow and thinks back to when she was ogling his chest, before nodding lightly. “Uh- yeah kind of?” A dusting of pink settles over her cheeks and she swears she sees a flash of a smirk on his lips. “Okay then. Well I have to get going. I teach the late Friday night class.” He rushes off, and leaves her there thinking about tongue piercings and tattoos.