Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2010-02-26 04:22 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2010-02-26 04:22 pm
[7SP] Ernest Hemmingway quote
[Set in Bed of Roses. Dean is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silvr_moonbeams and used with permission from his mun who requested a Dean/Bela kiss.]
“What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.”
She never meant to fall in love with him.
She thought he would be gone long before she was given the chance. That he would get bored of whatever he was doing with her and eventually move on to bigger and better things, but he didn’t. He always came back. If there was a job in the area, if there was any reason or excuse, he always managed to find his way back into her bed and into her life. And every time she never told him no, never turned him away. Just let him kiss her, take her, use her in whatever way he needed.
She needed too, after all. And if he was offering, she didn’t see why she shouldn’t take it.
She arched back into the bed, curling up under him as his hands explored now-familiar territory. His skin was warm and soft under her fingers, covered with scars and bruises from recent hunts and she just traced them slowly, feeling his lips travel down her neck as he pushed his body closer. She tried not to think about where he’d been, what risks he’d been putting himself through, and just took in everything about him, the feel of him surrounding her completely. By the time their bodies were subsided next to each other, it was almost like he had never left in the first place. Like he belonged there.
Bela wasn’t used to having people belong. She wasn’t used to being anything but alone. She was used to people coming in and out of her life with no real purpose or connection, but now he was giving her something to hold on to and cling to, someone to take care of. And she didn’t know how to process that. She didn’t know if she could process that. All she could really do was hold on for the ride and see what came out of it in the end.
When she opened her eyes in the morning, he was already up and around, pulling his clothes on and getting ready to head out. She took a deep breath, pushing herself up on her elbow and feeling the shift of the sheets over her body. “Leaving already?” she asked, turning his attention back to her.
“Sam found a job,” he replied. “Something we gotta take care of.”
She closed her eyes and nodded, dropping back down against the bed again. She still couldn’t understand it—the inborn need to do something just because it was right was something foreign, possibly because no one had bothered to rise to the occasion in taking care of her. And yet Sam and Dean were willing to go out there and take care of people without any incentive at all. She took a breath, shifting onto her back as he moved above her.
“Be careful.”
“I will,” he nodded, before leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’ll call.”
She nodded as the kiss broke, and watched him as he made his way out the door. The words were on the tip of her tongue, and she contemplated, for all of a moment, in stopping him and just saying them, but she knew that it wasn’t her place. Just because she survived didn’t mean that she had done enough to deserve love.
Especially not with someone like him.
555 words
silvr_moonbeams and used with permission from his mun who requested a Dean/Bela kiss.]“What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.”
She never meant to fall in love with him.
She thought he would be gone long before she was given the chance. That he would get bored of whatever he was doing with her and eventually move on to bigger and better things, but he didn’t. He always came back. If there was a job in the area, if there was any reason or excuse, he always managed to find his way back into her bed and into her life. And every time she never told him no, never turned him away. Just let him kiss her, take her, use her in whatever way he needed.
She needed too, after all. And if he was offering, she didn’t see why she shouldn’t take it.
She arched back into the bed, curling up under him as his hands explored now-familiar territory. His skin was warm and soft under her fingers, covered with scars and bruises from recent hunts and she just traced them slowly, feeling his lips travel down her neck as he pushed his body closer. She tried not to think about where he’d been, what risks he’d been putting himself through, and just took in everything about him, the feel of him surrounding her completely. By the time their bodies were subsided next to each other, it was almost like he had never left in the first place. Like he belonged there.
Bela wasn’t used to having people belong. She wasn’t used to being anything but alone. She was used to people coming in and out of her life with no real purpose or connection, but now he was giving her something to hold on to and cling to, someone to take care of. And she didn’t know how to process that. She didn’t know if she could process that. All she could really do was hold on for the ride and see what came out of it in the end.
When she opened her eyes in the morning, he was already up and around, pulling his clothes on and getting ready to head out. She took a deep breath, pushing herself up on her elbow and feeling the shift of the sheets over her body. “Leaving already?” she asked, turning his attention back to her.
“Sam found a job,” he replied. “Something we gotta take care of.”
She closed her eyes and nodded, dropping back down against the bed again. She still couldn’t understand it—the inborn need to do something just because it was right was something foreign, possibly because no one had bothered to rise to the occasion in taking care of her. And yet Sam and Dean were willing to go out there and take care of people without any incentive at all. She took a breath, shifting onto her back as he moved above her.
“Be careful.”
“I will,” he nodded, before leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’ll call.”
She nodded as the kiss broke, and watched him as he made his way out the door. The words were on the tip of her tongue, and she contemplated, for all of a moment, in stopping him and just saying them, but she knew that it wasn’t her place. Just because she survived didn’t mean that she had done enough to deserve love.
Especially not with someone like him.
555 words
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