Scorch The Earth (SPN, XO, UC, ADULT) 1/1

[Traitor]

Title: Scorch The Earth
Author: Traitor
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell. Dean/Liz
Summary: Part Three of the Destruction series. Part one: Bury Me - Part Two: Bleed
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please don’t sue, cause I have no money and that would suck


Scorch The Earth

Her pants fell to the floor, the denim fabric twisting into a heap by her feet. She shivered as the cool night air hit her now bare flesh that seemed to grow hotter with every touch he bestowed upon her. A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he stared at her now fully naked form.

God she was glad she hadn’t worn underwear today.

The pads of his fingers traced up her inner thigh. His touch scorched her, scalded her skin, made her writhe. He was never gentle, but then again, she had never asked him to be.

Dean Winchester was her all consuming inferno and god how she loved it when he blazed.

His lips hit hers in a bruising kiss, hard and rough and unforgiving. He tasted like sweat and blood and the bitterness of a life wasted chasing after something that ultimately took away everything and everyone that he had ever loved. He was broken, and so was she.

Liz‘s breath hitched as his mouth moved to her neck and she felt the sharp sting of his teeth scrape over the fresh gash that lay there - a souvenir from a freshly dispatched demon.

He reached down with both hands, grasping her ass firmly and pulled her up to him, letting her feel the proof of his need for her. His eyes locked on hers. The normally green irises were almost black with need and she swore her blood started to boil and bubble within her veins.

Hot breaths intermingled and a ripple of anticipation went through her as she heard the sound of his zipper echo throughout the small motel room.

Liz reached down, no hesitation, no thought, and pulled his length into her hand, grinding him against her already dripping core. She smiled lazily at the hiss that he emitted at the sudden feel of her. They were both lost, both wanting more, but they were staled, waiting for the other to beg for it, waiting for each other to shatter.

Neither one wanted to be the submissive tonight.

He ground into her, causing her to gasp, and he pulled away suddenly. He smirked at her, that cocky bastard, and she knew that she had lost in that very instant. She wanted him to badly to simply walk away.

Fuck her pride.

“Dean,” her voice was strained. It had been to long, so long since she had been with him, and she was in physical pain not having him inside her. A piece of her had been ripped away the last time they parted ways and she wanted it back, wanted to be whole, if only for a moment.

“Please,” she whimpered.

His eyes smoldered into hers.

“Please what?” he teased, drawing out her torture. She hated him, but oh god how she loved him too.

Her head lolled to the side and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his head against her entrance once more.

Fucking tease.

“Fuck me,” she whispered huskily into his ear.

That was it, no more talking, no more teasing, no more pursuit. They had both come undone.

Dean slammed his full length into her in one swift movement and they both cried out in unison, reveling in the warmth of each other. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust, his pace frantic and hurried. This was not a time for I love yous’ and sweet sentiment. This was a time for lust and wild abandon, because god only knew when or if they would see each other again.

Their time together was always hurried, always rushed.

They both gripped at each other tightly, pawing, clinging, trying to mesh and fuse themselves into one whole person so that they would never have to part again. She moaned his name, chanting it into his ear and tugged at his hair as she felt herself begin to come undone.

She screamed and threw herself back as her walls clamped down on him tightly, pulsing and throbbing even harder as she felt him shudder with his own climax, spilling into her, making her complete.

They fell apart in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, panting for air, each immediately reaching out grab onto the other as if fearing that one of them would suddenly disappear.

Dean pulled her to him and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. These moments afterwards were the only time he was tender towards her, the only time he really let himself show that he loved her. It was easier for the both of them to pretend that nothing but hate lay between them, easier because ever since the night he saved her, they both knew how things would end.

It was easier to pretend.

Easier.

That was the lie they constantly told themselves.

Liz was Lilith’s destruction, but she would have to pay the ultimate price to keep the devil where he belonged.

They pulled away from each other after awhile, each dressing in silence, neither one looking at the other. Liz pulled on her jacket and moved towards the door slowly, turning to look at him one last time. His eyes met hers, laid bare, tears threatening to fall but held firmly on the brink.

This was how it always ended.

She turned, practically running out the door without a word, leaving him behind, leaving the air thick with tension because they both refused to say how they felt.

Yes, Dean had to hate Liz, and she had to hate Dean….because it was the only way to save him.

Death was an all consuming force, and it sat nearby, ready to claim her for it’s own.

Cas had been right, she was everything.

And if he admitted he loved her, then when she fell … so would he.