Danneel doesn’t know quite what she expected when she decided to pop up to Vancouver to surprise her husband.
One of the PAs—a sweet little thing named Amber or Ashley or something, with big eyes and just enough deference—had let her into Jensen’s trailer with the promise that she wouldn’t tell Jensen and ruin the surprise. The PA insisted that the scene they were shooting wouldn’t take much longer and Jensen was surely heading towards the trailer soon.
Almost an hour later, and nada.
Danneel sighs, spreading out on the brown leather sofa. She spreads her thighs a bit, air drafting up the bottom of her short skirt and wafting over her bare pussy. She’s going commando, sitting there like a present, and her husband can’t be bothered to come unwrap it.
You know where he is, the ugly little voice in her brain mocks her. She attempts to push it back down, instead thinking of the last time she was riding his cock and his hands were gripped possessively on her hips.
She can’t help thinking about his hands on someone else’s hips, and she shakes her head to try and break the image.
And if her fingers slip down to her thigh when she can’t quite get rid of it? Well.
“Jensen, do you have a min—“ comes a voice from the door and Danneel just manages to snap her thighs shut and sit up straighter. “Oh, so sorry! I was looking to see if Jensen wanted to run lines.”
It’s Cindy, the girl playing Dean Winchester’s honest-to-goodness love interest this season. She’s tall and tan, mahogany hair curled around her shoulders. If Danneel didn’t know better, she might be jealous of her.
Cindy’s dark eyes flicker down to the meat of Danneels’ thighs and isn't that an interesting development.
“You aren’t interrupting anything,” Danneel says, throwing an arm along the back of the couch in what is hopefully an open gesture.
“Do you know where Jensen is?” Cindy asks, her smile seemingly both bright and real.
“Probably bending Jared over a table somewhere.”
The words come out of Danneel’s mouth before she can bite them back, but Cindy’s reaction isn’t one she expects.
“You know about that?”
Danneel almost wants to laugh at how cartoon-comical it is when Cindy actually slaps her hand against her own mouth, but it stings too much. Suspicion is one thing—confirmation is like a splash of acid in the face.
“Sure I do,” is what Danneel replies though, and if her thighs part again just that tiny bit, it’s not like she’s the one at fault.
Danneel can see the second that the shift happens in Cindy’s brain, the moment when she seems to come to the conclusion that the Ackles must have some sort of arrangement going. They don’t though, not really, though there have been times when Danneel’s been tempted.
There were a few girls in college before she dropped out, experimental things that didn’t come to fruition until later when she and Bevin and Hilarie had a few too many boring nights in North Carolina. Danneel fucked around a couple of times with Elisabeth, but that was back with Riley during her party days. The only thing recent was one drunken night with Gen in LA, when they made out like teenagers and Danneel managed to get two fingers in that wet pussy before Gen pulled away because she “felt bad.” Danneel pretended to agree, then rubbed her clit and sucked on those fingers the second Gen was out the door.
Okay, so maybe Jensen isn’t the only guilty on in this relationship, but if the fucker had only asked…
Danneel just holds back another frustrated sigh, then turns her attention back to the present, where a hot brunette is eyeing her increasingly wet snatch as Danneel sits on her husband’s work furniture.
“I could use some help over here,” Danneel says with a purr, deciding to go with it. She lies back on the couch, parting her legs like an offering.
Cindy’s eyes darken as the outline of Danneel’s bare flesh comes peeking out. She glances quickly at the door, obviously calculating the risk versus reward of the situation.
Danneel feels almost smug when the reward seems enough and Cindy drops to her knees on the rug and runs long, slender fingers up the curve of Danneel’s calves.
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Danneel doesn’t know quite what she expected when she decided to pop up to Vancouver to surprise her husband.
One of the PAs—a sweet little thing named Amber or Ashley or something, with big eyes and just enough deference—had let her into Jensen’s trailer with the promise that she wouldn’t tell Jensen and ruin the surprise. The PA insisted that the scene they were shooting wouldn’t take much longer and Jensen was surely heading towards the trailer soon.
Almost an hour later, and nada.
Danneel sighs, spreading out on the brown leather sofa. She spreads her thighs a bit, air drafting up the bottom of her short skirt and wafting over her bare pussy. She’s going commando, sitting there like a present, and her husband can’t be bothered to come unwrap it.
You know where he is, the ugly little voice in her brain mocks her. She attempts to push it back down, instead thinking of the last time she was riding his cock and his hands were gripped possessively on her hips.
She can’t help thinking about his hands on someone else’s hips, and she shakes her head to try and break the image.
And if her fingers slip down to her thigh when she can’t quite get rid of it? Well.
“Jensen, do you have a min—“ comes a voice from the door and Danneel just manages to snap her thighs shut and sit up straighter. “Oh, so sorry! I was looking to see if Jensen wanted to run lines.”
It’s Cindy, the girl playing Dean Winchester’s honest-to-goodness love interest this season. She’s tall and tan, mahogany hair curled around her shoulders. If Danneel didn’t know better, she might be jealous of her.
Cindy’s dark eyes flicker down to the meat of Danneels’ thighs and isn't that an interesting development.
“You aren’t interrupting anything,” Danneel says, throwing an arm along the back of the couch in what is hopefully an open gesture.
“Do you know where Jensen is?” Cindy asks, her smile seemingly both bright and real.
“Probably bending Jared over a table somewhere.”
The words come out of Danneel’s mouth before she can bite them back, but Cindy’s reaction isn’t one she expects.
“You know about that?”
Danneel almost wants to laugh at how cartoon-comical it is when Cindy actually slaps her hand against her own mouth, but it stings too much. Suspicion is one thing—confirmation is like a splash of acid in the face.
“Sure I do,” is what Danneel replies though, and if her thighs part again just that tiny bit, it’s not like she’s the one at fault.
Danneel can see the second that the shift happens in Cindy’s brain, the moment when she seems to come to the conclusion that the Ackles must have some sort of arrangement going. They don’t though, not really, though there have been times when Danneel’s been tempted.
There were a few girls in college before she dropped out, experimental things that didn’t come to fruition until later when she and Bevin and Hilarie had a few too many boring nights in North Carolina. Danneel fucked around a couple of times with Elisabeth, but that was back with Riley during her party days. The only thing recent was one drunken night with Gen in LA, when they made out like teenagers and Danneel managed to get two fingers in that wet pussy before Gen pulled away because she “felt bad.” Danneel pretended to agree, then rubbed her clit and sucked on those fingers the second Gen was out the door.
Okay, so maybe Jensen isn’t the only guilty on in this relationship, but if the fucker had only asked…
Danneel just holds back another frustrated sigh, then turns her attention back to the present, where a hot brunette is eyeing her increasingly wet snatch as Danneel sits on her husband’s work furniture.
“I could use some help over here,” Danneel says with a purr, deciding to go with it. She lies back on the couch, parting her legs like an offering.
Cindy’s eyes darken as the outline of Danneel’s bare flesh comes peeking out. She glances quickly at the door, obviously calculating the risk versus reward of the situation.
Danneel feels almost smug when the reward seems enough and Cindy drops to her knees on the rug and runs long, slender fingers up the curve of Danneel’s calves.