Fic: Sundays are for Sexting - R - Chloe/Dean

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Fic: Sundays are for Sexting
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: R? (I think it's kinda tame)
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Working on Savior and I really needed to do a quick fluffy piece - with sex of course.
Summary: the title pretty much says it all.



Chloe rolled over in bed and reached for her cell phone. It was her one day off for the week and the chirp of her cell announcing she had a text this early in the morning had her teeth on edge.

She grabbed her cell and brought it under the comforter with her. Chloe didn’t care who was in trouble, she was not getting out of bed before noon.

She slid her thumb across the lock mechanism on her touch screen and involuntarily smiled when Dean Winchester’s face stared back at her from her caller ID. She had caught him off guard while driving, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and singing along to some CCR. That had been a good day. She smiled at his carefree face and touched his picture bringing up the text.

‘WHAT ARE U WEARING?’

Chloe laughed and closed her eyes. Classic Dean. She bit her bottom lip and then swept her tongue along the ridge of the mark left behind. She thought about lying and then rolled her eyes. This was Dean. She could be in 8 layers and a parka and he would still flirt with her.

Chloe responded, ‘TEE, YOGA PANTS AND MY PANDA SOCKS. Y? WHAT ARE U WEARING?’

Dean smiled when the cell he held in his left hand vibrated at him. He glanced over to where Sam was passed out, snoring softly. He read her reply, his smile growing bigger at the mention of the infamous panda socks.

He remembered their short road trip from Bobby’s back to her place in Metropolis. She had kicked off her shoes and placed the silliest stocking feet in his lap. Little cloth faces stared up at him from his crotch for nearly the whole ride. Of course he’d also been at half-mast for nearly 300 miles.

Dean stroked a hand over his cropped hair. He answered, ‘GRAY SHIRT AND BOXERS, NO PANDA SOCKS HERE.’

Chloe moaned out loud. He was killing her. She could see him, leaning back in the bed, ankles crossed, one hand behind his head. If he wasn’t holding the phone she could imagine his hand any number of places. A flush consumed her body, starting in her face and heading south. Before she could come up with a good reply her phone dinged again.

She moved her thumb and read, ‘MISS YOU’. Chloe smiled softly and sighed. She instantly texted him back. ‘ME TOO, WHERE R U?’

‘JERSEY, WANNA GUESS THE CASE?’

Chloe felt her smile grow, ‘REALLY? THE JERSEY DEVIL?’

‘THAT’S WHAT WE CAME TO FIND OUT.’

Chloe wiggled under the blankets and got more comfortable. ‘ASIDE FROM WORK, HOW R U DOING?’ She had to know. She worried about him on every job and thought about him every day.

‘GOOD. SAMMY’S DOING BETTER. U?’

Chloe thought about the meteor freak that had come pretty damn close to kidnapping her a few days ago. ‘GREAT. EVERYTHING IS NORMAL HERE.’

Dean thought about that answer, eyes narrowed. Normal for Chloe was pretty damn close to his every day hunt. Normal was nowhere close to “great”. His thumb ran over the keypad, texting her back. ‘THE TRUTH THIS TIME.’

Chloe scrunched her face and stuck out her tongue. ‘STILL IN ONE PIECE. TO ME, THAT’S GREAT.’

‘I SUPPOSE.’

Chloe texted a smiley face and was rewarded with a, ‘GUESS WHERE MY HAND IS.’

Chloe moaned and replied, ‘SOMEWHERE GOOD I HOPE.’

‘IT’S ON YOUR STOMACH.’

Chloe sucked in a breath, her left hand falling to her belly. The next one read, ‘PUSH YOUR SHIRT UP.’

Chloe’s hand grabbed the hem and slowly dragged her shirt up. ‘TAKE YOURS OFF.’ She replied.

Dean used one hand and stripped it off. ‘DONE. PANTS OFF.’

Chloe giggled and wiggled out of her yoga pants. She kicked them off her feet and shivered in anticipation. ‘DONE. BOXERS OFF.’

Dean smiled widely. ‘HELL NO, SAM’S IN THE ROOM.’

Chloe grinned slowly. ‘THAT’S KINDA HOT.’

‘SICK.’

‘YUM. TWO FOR ONE.’

‘EW. THANKS. MY DICK JUST WENT INTO HIDING.’

‘LOL.’ Chloe laughed. She rolled her eyes and texted, ‘OK, FINE. BOXERS ON.’

Dean smiled and rolled on his side away from Sam’s bed. He shimmied a little further under the scratchy sheets and comforter, kicking his boxers down, ‘BOXERS ARE OFF. HAPPY?’

Chloe closed her eyes briefly and replied. ‘VERY. WANT TO FEEL HOW MUCH?’

‘SHIT, CHLOE.’ Dean’s hand was already wrapped around his hard on. ‘TELL ME.’

Chloe’s hand played through her curls, her fingers skating right past her clit. She didn’t want it over so soon. ‘SO WET, DEAN.’ She sucked her thumb into her mouth and then texted, ‘WANT TO KNOW HOW I TASTE?’

Chloe jumped and stifled a scream when her phone rang. She laughed and answered it breathlessly. “Dean.”

Dean groaned low, “Tell me how you taste.”

Chloe’s breath hitched as she answered, “Mmm. Sweet and juicy.”

She heard his sharp exhale and moaned as her fingers finally stroked her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut and her thighs clenched, “Oh god, Dean, you feel so good.”

“Chloe, I want to be in you so bad right now.”

Chloe plunged two fingers deep inside of her, “You are, Dean.”

“Oh, baby. You’re so tight.” His hand firmed around his cock on the upstroke. “So wet. I love the way you feel around my cock.”

Chloe felt the beginnings of her orgasm. The low, husky quality of his voice, probably from whispering in the same room as Sam, had her gritting her teeth against the onslaught of emotion. “Shit, Dean, I’m going to come baby.” She brushed her thumb against her clit and her back arched.

Dean’s hand pumped faster. He could practically feel her sheath clutching him tight. Her breath was coming out in soft pants and if he were really in her right now he’d angle his hips just the way she liked and she’d scream, head tilted back, eyes closed, fingers digging into his shoulders. He could feel her nails marking half crescents in his skin. “That’s it baby. Tilt your hips for me.”

She did as he said and the angle drove her crazy. Her hips bucked and her pants turned into gasps, his name on every other exhale. “Oh fuck, Dean. So close. So close.”

Dean felt his balls tighten and he moaned her name, then he said in his roughened voice, “Chloe, oh god, I love you baby.”

And he heard her come. He imagined her fingers plunged deep inside herself, the heel of her hand pressing down against her clit and he came, his face buried in his pillow as he shouted her name in a strained whisper.

Chloe’s breathing matched his own as they both gasped each other’s names.

“I’ll be home next week.”

Chloe moaned and pulled her fingers out of her pussy slowly. “Good. I miss you so much, Dean.”

Dean grabbed his boxers from around his ankles and cleaned up his mess. “I’m staying this time. This is our last case.”

Chloe sat up in bed, getting stuck in the comforter and fighting her way out of it. “Seriously,” she asked, pushing her sweaty bangs from her forehead.

“Yeah, babe. It’s time.”

Chloe pressed a hand to her heart. “Does this mean-”

Dean leaned his head back into his pillow, smiling up at the chipped paint of the motel ceiling.

“Oh, yeah. I’m going to make an honest woman out of you.”

Chloe looked down at her left hand and the rock that sparkled there. It had probably been bought with a fake credit card but at this point she knew it was the thought that counted. “I love you, Dean.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

Chloe smiled and hugged her pillow close, “This time next week I’m going to ride you so hard you see stars.”

His low chuckle made her insides clench again. “I’m holding you to that.”

She laughed and lay back down, drifting back to sleep as her fiancé spoke in low tones, telling her all about their latest hunt.

End