The Family Business

Strut

Ben pulled Krissy's arm gently, halting her from following the Winchester brothers into the small diner they had chosen to stop at. By the look on her face he knew she was confused, he smirked just before pressing his lips against hers. He intended it to be light, gentle, a slow kiss that was drawn out. A subtle reminder that she was right here in his arms, not a victim like he had thought.

When Sam had burst into that building sans Krissy and Dean he figured she was with him, no big deal. But when he got to the shed and she wasn't anywhere in sight he started to panic internally. Sure being in Deans presence again was a bit challenging, it took a lot for him to not demand answers from him. There would be time for that later though, right then and there he needed to find this woman right here, she was his life. He'd heard the rumors about couples hunting together, how it never lasted, how it made them bigger targets or they were constant distractions for one another. 

The stories about families being torn apart hit close to home for Krissy and he knew that. Hell, it was the reason it took six months to persuade her to let him label their relationship. Although some of that he thinks was that dick Aiden's fault. He had hated introducing her as his partner in non-formal company. It annoyed him, he had wanted so much more from her than just a friendship. He'd had girlfriends before, but none of them were anything like Krissy. She put him in place when needed and gave as good as she got. 

Now here they were two and a half years later, he was determined to put that stereotype of families not making it work in this business six feet under.

She moaned when he nipped at her bottom lip and he responded with a groan. Their simple reassuring kisses evolved to a heated make-out session, Ben grabbed the back of Krissy's thighs and sat her down on the hood of his dad's car. He buried a hand in her hair at the back of her neck the other held tight to her hip. A gagging noise was heard behind them but Ben didn't miss a beat he continued to devour his girlfriend's mouth while flipping the bird at who he was sure was Aiden. 

Krissy Gasped when he rocked his hips forward giving her evidence of just how worked up he was. She tilted her head back to ease out of their kiss while Ben gripped the hair tangled around his fingers. The combination resulted in exposing her neck, almost as an offering for his mouth that he happily accepted.

"Ben" she felt him smile against her neck at the breathless way she said his name. 

He slid his other hand that had been slowly creeping up the back of her shirt down and gripped her ass pulling her hips forward to meet his again, the noise she made enticed him to do it a few more times. 

"Ben," Krissy whimpered she knew they were reaching dangerous waters when he released her hair. "Ben, we have..." she took in a sharp breath, his wondering hand had reached a destination and was now palming her breast. "Don't make me do it."

Those five words were like a bucket of ice water to him.  It was five months after his mom's death and the first time they were getting into heavy petting. It was becoming a bit more intense than she liked and kneed him in the junk. Krissy had felt awful about it but has threatened to do it a few times after that for moments like this one. Ben groaned but licked her neck where he had laid his claim once more before taking a step back.

"You know," He started settling his hands on her hips. "One of these day's I'm going to call your bluff."

"No, you won't," she laughed. "You wouldn't risk that I was telling the truth.":

"True," he mumbled.

Krissy started gathering her hair up, leaving it down wasn't an option. She knew Ben and it probably looked like a bird had made its home in her curls. "Fuck" she mumbled as she realized she left the motel earlier without a hair tie.