(A/n) I can't actually write sex scenes. Sorry, but this is what you guys have been waiting on this entire time. Please forgive me! (Also, SO SHORT LIKE UGH TO PEOPLE EVEN READ THIS THO?)

Rough meeting of mouths marked the rush into the cabin as you both moved toward the carpeted floor, unable to make it to the hammock. His tongue gained dominance over yours in both strength and agility, and you allowed him to lift you, his muscles flexing as they worked.

"So gorgeous..." he mumbled laying you down, his lust-laced eyes darting up and down your body with a smile. He licked his lips, breathing heavily, and you dragged them back down to your own. Hands flew into hair, tangling around fingers, and your legs wrapped around his waist. It was a series of senses you had forgotten, and you were remembering how wonderful they were. This left you wanting more, and rubbing against his hips with yours, moving your mouth to suck on his neck.

"Whoa, there. Let's calm down." he said, and you were about to kill him. "Just because I want to ravish you like we're both animals doesn't mean that I am. We're doing this right, remember?" he said, pinning your arms with his, and your legs with his knees.

"Come on, there's time for that later!" you whined, wriggling as best you could with his superior weight on top of you.

"But those laters won't be the first time, love." he told you, beginning a slow trail of lazy kisses along your jaw, undoing each of your front buttons with his teeth so as to leave you trapped.

"Get on with it, dammit!" you begged, whimpering as he reached the slightly dingy fabric of your simple white bra. You were so focused on the lack of touch, eyes closed and straining against your organic binds, you didn't notice when the remaining buttons were undone. You didn't notice any progression until a hot mouth found it's way to your breasts, kissing, nipping and licking like they were made of ice cream.

You mewled under the skilled ministrations, not caring how he acquired the skills in these moments, only that you were the one he was using them on. Your back was arched into him, you were panting, and he hadn't even popped the button on his own slacks. He didn't seem to want to move you to become a participant, either, enjoying the power perhaps of keeping you helpless and desperate beneath him.

"You're so impatient, darling." he growled, nibbling on your ear and leaving you almost crying.

"I haven't had sex in three years and your being a tease! Just please..." you were breathless, and he finally relented, choosing not to torment you further.

"Poor thing." he pulled his hands away and used them to slowly, ever so slowly, begin removing his own clothing. First the jacket, then his shirt, and finally, undoing the button to his jeans. He stood to removed them, and you pounced, jumping and tackling him to the floor.

Once you gained control of the situation, restricting cloth was discarded quickly, leaving you both in nothing but socks. You smiled, hips situated over his, and between his legs which were bent at the knees.. He smirked at you, almost taunting, as if calling a bluff. You put your hands on the bony support available, and lowered down, leaving you both moaning softly. It stung, three years celibate would do that, especially with his impressive girth, but that didn't stop, or even slow your plans.

"Damn..." He muttered, meeting your pace with expert precision, seeming to read your body like a book. He was defiantly fully immersed, so to speak, in your plot.

"Did you underestimate me, love?" you asked, sucking high on his neck, where he would struggle to cover it up.

Rather than answer, he wrapped his fingers in your hair, and dug the other five into your hip, his strength moving you more than your own now. Tightness was already building in your abdomen, and you were panting with each exhale coming out as a little moan. He chuckled before flipping you back, and using his new position as leverage to pound into you, relentless in intensity. You bit your lip to contain the cries of wonder that threatened to escape, but he seemed unphased.

"Keep your eyes open, babe." he growled, each thrust growing more and more erratic. You were both nearly done, and only a few minutes in. you struggled, but managed to keep them at least half-lidded, even as they rolled back in ecstasy, your back arching from the shaggy rug with a shout. He shushed you, and himself, by moving his mouth over yours, sharing shallow breaths as you felt his warmth fill you.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard as you both fell asleep, too tired to do anything else.

"Are you okay?" He asked, helping you dress the next morning. Your hips hurt. Your head hurt. Your everything hurt, really, but a soft, warm buzz covered it all and left you smiling.

"If I say that I am, will you still carry me?" You joked, wincing as you tried to stand a little to fast.

"Maybe. Maybe I'll just leave you half naked and limping. That'll be a sight."

"And if Dean walks in?"

"Good point. A sight though it may be, it's only one for my eyes. Yes, I'll carry you."

"When you guys are done in there, we need your help for clean up!" Mary called, her voice leaving you flushing a scarlet read. It was one thing to have Dean winking at you in a "atta girl" gesture, or even to have the entire camp knowing exactly what you were doing. But for some reason Mary seemed too innocent to be aware, in spite of the fact that you knew, in abstract terms you refused to ponder further, that she had participated in the very same activities with many of her college boyfriends.

"I'll be out in a bit, Mary!" you called, wiggling until you were put down so as to more quickly don your normal clothing.

"I love you so much, babe." He told you, putting a last kiss on your forehead and a coat on his shoulders before walking out. You followed with a limp and a smile.