One Little Tattoo
You stood and pulled down your shirt over your hips. From across the room, Dean’s eyes watched the skin disappear. The way you’d been sitting on the couch made your shirt ride up and sit in the middle of your hip, revealing half of your anti-possession tattoo. Just before you had covered it, you noticed Dean staring at you, and you definitely did not miss the way he licked his lips subconsciously. You suppressed a chuckle and resisted the urge to speak up. Your willpower faded when you saw him drop his gaze and bite his lip.
“What were ya lookin’ at, Dean-o?” You sauntered toward him.
“Huh - what? Nothin’!” He stammered, cheeks gaining the slightest bit of pink.
“I think I saw you looking at this.” You pinched the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it up to where it had been before.
Dean’s eyes grew wide. You’d never been this blatantly bold with him before. All the flirting you’d done had been subtle, innocent. This was different.
“You have the same one, what makes my tattoo different?” You let go of your shirt but left it where it was.
“Mine is - yours is - it’s just different.” He looked away from you.
“Different because of where it is?” You leaned a hand on the edge of the table and smiled down at him.
“Maybe that’s it.” He shrugged, still not looking at you.
“Dean,” you sighed.
“Yeah, that’s not it. It’s because it’s you. The way that one little tattoo just peaks out from under your shirt? It’s like this little sneak peek of what you’re hiding.” He confessed.
“One little tattoo…” You chuckled, shaking your head.
He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised in confusion.
“What if I told you it wasn’t just one?” You reached down and lifted the side of your shirt again.
He watched with careful eyes as you peeled the shirt up your right side, revealing the rest of your anti-possession tattoo. What he didn’t expect was the intricate web of warding symbols that followed, running up your ribcage and up under the swell of your breast.
“Jesus, sweetheart.” He huffed, trying to ignore the tightening in the front of his pants.
“How can you still find this stuff sexy? It’s all… lore stuff. Like this one?” You pointed to the one right under your breast. “That will burn the skin off of a werewolf if they touch it.”
“All tattoos are sexy.” His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip.
He stood then, his hand meeting yours on your right side and groping at the bottom of your shirt on the left. He raised his hands and pulled your shirt up over your head. Dean’s pupils dilated as he closed the space between you and pushed your back against the wall.
“Gonna see what else I can find.” He snarled, hands groping wildly while his lips devoured yours.