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EVEN THOUGH she looked underaged, Ophelia still found herself in a bar, just outside of Forks so that no one would recognize her. She had compelled the staff to think she was twenty one, and to keep refilling her glass.
Between Jasper leaving her heart broken, her nightmares have come back. She has been dreaming about the moment Kol was killed, when Mikael was brought back by the Scooby Gang and had almost killed her. Everything was just hitting her at once, so she was trying to drown her demons with alcohol, forgetting that her demons could swim.
Everything was hurting and she just wanted it to stop; and that is what she was hoping to do tonight.
Someone took the empty stool beside her and ordered a drink, which she didn't care much about, and drowned her tenth glass of bourbon. It wasn't that much of a strong drink, not to her anyway, but it tasted pretty good.
"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?"
She turned her head slowly to see the verdant green-eyed FBI agent who was looking at her as he downed his glass of alcohol. She rose an eyebrow as the woman filled her glass again. "Are you going to stop me?" She asked before taking a swig or bourbon, and the placed it back down on the counter.
"No. Not at all." He shook his head and she rose a single brow in both surprise and curiosity. "Everyone deserves to get rid of their burdens every once in a while. Seen a sixteen year old like yourself."
She couldn't help but chuckle at his statement. "Sixteen?" She downed the rest of her drink. "I'm eighteen, but thanks for the compliment. It's like I'm inhuman, right?" She smirked as his eyes widened and his eyes raked her body.
"I gotta admit... I didn't expect that," he commented and then waved the woman over to refill their drinks. "Can't say I'm disappointed now, though."
Ophelia chuckled before downing her drink and having it refilled. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, buddy." She swiveled around in her stool and looked him in the eyes. "You should stay far away, I'm poison."
He tilted his head and studied her. He could see the pain in her brown, almost black eyes. The way her eyebrows were furrowed and the way she looked like she was thinking about a far away memory made him curious about her. Not only was she beautiful and sassy, but there was something different about her that drew him in.
"What's your name?" He asked as he leaned forward, their faces only a few inches away from each other.
She clicked her tongue, finally feeling the effect of the alcohol taking a toll on her. "Ophelia. What's yours, cutie?"
He couldn't help himself but smirk. "Dean."
"Well, Dean—" She let out a squeal as she slipped off the stool and Dean quickly caught her by grabbing her waist. She grabbed onto his chest and looked up into her verdant eyes with almost pleading ones. "'Can you make me forget everything?"
He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
She smirked up at him and stood up to her full height, which wasn't that much compared to him. "I'll show you." She pressed their bodies together and snaked her hands up from his chest to his neck, and then into his sandy hair. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen on a man before," she muttered before pressing their lips together.
Dean hummed and couldn't help himself as his hands roamed from her waist to her back, and then also into her silky hair. He hummed against her lips and then let out a noise of surprise as she back him up against the counter.
"I want you," she murmured against his lips. "I want you so bad."
THEY SLAMMED into the motel room, and he shut the door quickly before turning to Ophelia who was breathing heavily.
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up close against his chest. His hand gently glided through her hair, as he looked at her in a way he had never looked at a girl before. Her eyes were candles in that night, their light a spark of passion... desire. As a small but teasing smile crept upon her lips, and she grabbed his face quickly, and pressed their lips together.
Dean was quick to kick off his shoes while she ripped off his jacket and flannel. He unbuttoned his shirt as she stripped down to her underwear set which was black.
She pounced onto the bed and turned to him, and watched him as he stripped to just his boxers before crawling onto the bed seductively. He started kissing from her inner thigh and up until his lips met hers, and he pushed her further up the bed.
His verdant eyes met her brown eyes, almost asking if she really wanted this. She answered that by pulling him down closer to her, and pressing their lips together.
Every kiss had a raw intensity — breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before either knew how it happened, they were completely naked and their skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk.
She felt his hand enter from below moving fast, their tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body.
Then all at once he stopped and kissed from her breasts to her stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how her legs move, watching her body writhe."
In seconds he's on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind further before stopping again. He grinned down at her, like he knew what he was doing to her, and she tangled her fingers in his hair before pressing him further into her, and begging for more.
The night was full of moaning and pleasure, something they both needed. They were both trying to get rid of the nightmares that their lives have brought upon them.
