Good Graces, Bad Influence //Azi//

[dean jackson starr]

"But I'm not that much of a dork..." Dean murmured before kissing her again, his tongue gently teasing her lips. She tasted like beer too, but beer tasted good, especially on her. One hand moved upwards, moving up to Azi's collarbone, getting tangled in her shirt.

HIs other hand stayed caressing her hip, venturing slightly lower, good thing those jeans were loose. Like all guys, alcohol made this one get a bit extra touchy, but she wasn't stopping him any. As far as he knew, she was a lot more gorgeous than those tiny models that liked to follow him home after a shoot, and she was a hell lot more real too.
"Mmmmm, you should show this off more often, it's nice..." Dean added as he tried to tug his hand free from Azi's shirt to move to the back of her bra.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi stilled, her breath hitching up a notch at the contact, her fingers tracing over him, touching what she could. She returned the kiss, parting her lips for him and daring to tease him a bit, the novelty worn off and something closer to a want driving the motions. She flushed some at the compliment, arching her back up as she shifted a bit, pressing closer against him. It was a good feeling, the contact of skin on skin, and it was something she wanted more of, so she let her hands trail over his body, exploring the sensations, tracing and mapping his skin, seeing what produced a reaction out of him.

She paused a bit as his hand ventured lower, shivering and feeling the heat of his hands on her cooler skin, a soft sound coming from her throat when they parted. “Yes, you are,” she laughed some, smiling up at him with a teasing look as she nibbled on her bottom lip reflexively. She blinked down, feeling the tug on her shirt, and since she was rather fond of it, it was a quick movement before the shirt was up and off of him, tangling her arms up over her head briefly. Pie had managed to shove her into some red lacy girl underwear, mostly because Azi’s clothing just wasn’t cutting it and she’d been too lazy to change fully out of everything at the moment.

Dark eyes looked up at Dean as she finally freed her arms from the shirt, moving it away and tossing it to land near her boots, hopefully, but who really knew, before she turned back to him, and feeling more comfortable, kissing him and gently nipping on his bottom lip before soothing over it with her tongue. Her hands wandered over his torso, going lower before reaching the waistband of his boxers, stopping there.

[dean jackson starr]

Surprisingly, a guy like Dean was actually pretty ticklish when caught on surprise. The light touches were ticklish. His back arched away from the sensation of the tickles, and then pressed forward towards the girl again, it was better closer than farther away. The biting wasn't helping him resist ripping all of Azi's clothes off her that instant either. Drunk and horny was one hell of a mixture. How he ended up in that situation, he honestly wasn't too sure, but as far as he was concerned, it was fun, and she sure seemed to be enjoying it too.

The red lace was something majorly unexpected, Azi didn't seem like the lace type. He figured it must've been his sister to buy it. Ohh, so that's who the Victoria Secret bag Piper carried out of the mall was for.
"You tease, where has all this been hiding?" He whispered. Either way, it was as much a turn on as everything. His lips traveled along Azi's jawline, slowly, planting kissing right along the way until he reached her. His tongue traced the around it until his lips rested, kissing her earlobe.

His hand that was still stroking Azi's hip moved back up to join the other one as Dean drunkenly fumbled with the bra clasp. Those things were always annoying, why on earth did they need three prongs to hold them together? Wasn't one long enough. Dean was pretty sure he broke it by unbending the wire clasp from his highly uncoordinated effort to get it off, but he really want that thing off quick. He tossed the piece of red lace over to the other side of the bed.

Gin woofed when the lacey thing landed on top of her, she sniffed it once and then shook it off, choosing to curl up in a tight ball on the pillow. She figured they'd be asleep soon enough, then she'd get two people to snuggle between, even better than one.

At that, Dean's lips travelled down Azi's face and neck again to her chest. It was all so nice and perky. his hands firmly grasped at her waist and stomach before sliding down to where they fumbled with the button on Azi's jeans.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi whimpered and arched up, taken completely by surprise as Dean pretty much tore off the flimsy scrap of material. She moaned softly as he trailed down. Her hands sliding against his skin before moving down to help him with her jeans. She guided his hands over the button of her jeans, wriggling to push them down over her hips.

She froze when he reached her chest, inhaling sharply and holding her breath before dropping her head back and trailing a hand up his back, her fingers more firm in their touch. She bit her lip again, this time rather harshly before she dragged enough air into her lungs to speak. "I haven't been hiding anything," she breathed out, confusion furrowing through her mind, lacing through the haze of alcohol and emotion.

"And you're more the tease than I am," she laughed some as she finally wriggled her jeans down over her ass, pressing her hips upwards against his for a moment or two, and finally dropping down.

[dean jackson starr]

Dean pulled himself up to look into her eyes, pressing his body onto hers. "Who says I'm a tease? You can have anythin' you want beautiful" Dean murmured between kisses. Now that one actually wasn't the alcohol talking.
Her hands on him was pretty nice too, he liked the pressure of her fingers on his back, arching it just a little bit. Mmmm that felt good.
He didn't even bother completely pulling Azi's jeans completely off when his fingers traced the outline of her underwear, playing with the stings that held them on her. His other toughened hand ran down her stomach to caress her inner thighs and a little more. They were well toned and firm, just like her ass, that was something he appreciated after all the boney models that were too skinny to have nice asses.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi flushed some and bit her lip, dropping her gaze to the side at his comments. She wasn't sure of what to make of him when he complimented her, so she stuck to just leaning forward and nibbling at his jaw and neck, trailing her lips down to his collarbone and biting softly there. The path of his hands made her jump a bit, more feminine sounds escaping the normally loud girl. She flushed some and trailed he fingers down his stomach, dipping under the waistband of his boxers.

Honestly, she had no idea of what had changed her mind, but she just looked up at him, straight back and returning his gaze before she spoke. "And if I said I want it all?"

[dean jackson starr]

His collarbone, there was a sweet spot, he let out some sound of pleasure when Azi kissed it, pulling her closer with whatever he could grab.
Dean let out a smug crooked smile, "Then it's all yours babe," He breathe into her ear. His hands left her body, as much as they didn't want to, to guide her hands to pull off his boxers, which he kicked off once they were down his waist, he'd figure out where on the floor they landed later. Now for that scrap of fabric, her legs were long, and the string was flimsy enough, so to his alcohol influenced mind, there was only one efficient way to remove it. Snap. There it went, flung off to some corner of the room, Dean wouldn't know where. Knowing him, he'd probably find it a month later or so under something.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins even faster as he pulled her as close as he could, lips not being able to move fast enough for him.

***Time Skip****

Sunlight poured through the window onto Dean's face as he lazily blinked his eyes open. It was bright, way too bright. He felt something warm next to him and realized he was wrapped around a woman with his dogs sprawled across the bed on top of them. What a night.
Azi looked even more beautiful to him with with her long hair all messy and everywhere, and of course it didn't hurt that she didn't have any clothes on. He just held her, savoring the moment.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Stirring some, it was an immediate reaction to burrow away from the sun and into some dark spot. She shifted, feeling a warm body wrapped around her own. Confusion broke through her sleepy haze, causing dark eyes to open and check to see where she was. It took a moment before everything came flooding back, the bar, truck, Dean. And in that instant she looked up, curled against him, her body decided to protest in response. Azi groaned softly as she stretched her legs out, pulling back a bit and looking up at Dean, almost confused.

She wiggled some, pushing her hair out of the way as she looked at the dogs, before rubbing her eyes, sliding down and hiding under the covers. She was definitely not used to waking up naked next to someone. "Good morning?" Was the only thing that popped into her mind.

[dean jackson starr]

Something moved, Whiskey the whoodle let out a loud yawn before looking over at the movement, oh it was another human, that was why the bed was extra warm. He padded over and licked her face before jumping off the bed and running to the kitchen, people waking up meant food right?

"Mornin' gorgeous," Dean murmured, pulling back the covers to kiss Azi's forehead.

The door was already wide open from when the dogs had barged in at some point that night and Piper's voice carried right through. "Deannnnn! Hey Dean! Mom and Dad are coming home early tonight!" The melodic voice ran down the hall. Piper soon appeared at the doorway, phone in hand that she was staring at. "Something abou- Oh hi there Azi, good morning guys."
The redhead blushed at walking in on her brother with a woman, out of the corner of her eyes she saw the scrap of red fabric hanging off the lampshade on Dean's desk. "I'll go make some coffee," She said abruptly before fleeing the scene.
The dogs' ears all perked up at the word coffee, it was associated with food. The remaining two dogs bounded after Piper down the stairs.

Dean had turned a shade of red not too far from his sister's hair at that point.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi groaned some, covering her face with her hands. That could give her plenty of time to run and hide, right? She frowned at Dean and rolled her eyes at him before stealing a blanket and wrapping it around her chest, covering herself as she rolled onto her stomach and stretched out. "Don't even," she muttered at him before yawning again and finally sitting upright. She looked down at the now destroyed pieces of fabric and shrugged, grabbing her T-shirt and pulling it on over her head. She still hadn't made eye contact with him or Piper, instead choosing to get dressed.

The kisses from the dogs had made her miss her boys even more and she was anxious to get back to them and deciding to use that as a convient excuse to leave well before the parents came home. It was always a good thing, avoiding people that would undoubtedly hate her. She risked a look at Dean out of the corner of her eyes, hidden behind her hair.

"I should probably go back. My dogs are more than likely wondering where I am..." she trailed off, running a hand through the jet black strands and sorting them out. She wasn't exactly certain of how to handle this sort of thing or what would happen next, so she decided fleeing the scene was her best option. Dean probably wouldn't care or even remember anything he'd said last night and like hell she was bringing it up.

[dean jackson starr]

"Wha- Azi, where ya goin'?" Dean asked, still half asleep, "This isn't supposed to be a one night stand or anything ya know, stay a bit..." he asked like a puppy wanting a walk. "Please?" He looked around the room, articles of clothing were pretty much strewn across the floor.
He pulled himself up and tumbled out of bed, "Please don't go?" he begged. "You just got here anyways, at least have some breakfast." he suggested, desperately searching his mind for any other reason he could think of to keep her around.
Everything came back sorta fuzzy, the martini lounge, Tom, the almost-fight, but the part about Azi, that was pretty clear. He remembered the way she smelled, her lips, and the softness of her skin. It was nice, and he really did care about this girl, maybe he was even falling for her.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi flashed him a look over her shoulder turning around for a moment before quickly turning back the other way. She did not so need to see that this morning when she already had a hangover. Groaning, she rubbed her temples and rested her elbows on her knees, trying to get rid of the headache building. She already knew that she was fucked, in most every sense of the word at the moment before she stood up, wondering what the hell she’d been thinking. She flushed some, remembering that she hadn’t been thinking last night and frowned, searching for her hair tie.

“Just…put some pants on,” she muttered, her voice hoarse from sleep as she stretched her arms above her head, t-shirt riding up to expose a line of skin around her waist, just above the waistband of her pants. She sighed some, crossing the room in a few strides and picking up the torn red scraps of fabric, and pulling the panties off of the lampshade before frowning and shoving both pieces in a cargo pocket of her jeans.

“Then tell me, what the hell was it supposed to be?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, staring at the floor instead. She didn’t really know what was going on, all she knew was that his parents were coming home and the last thing she wanted to do was be here and play a meet the parents game. That always ended horribly for her and she just didn’t want to have to go through it again, especially because she actually liked Dean, more than just a friend. It was part of the reason she wanted to leave, so she wouldn’t get hurt.

[dean jackson starr]

Dean nodded and searched the floor for a clean pair of boxers. He lived like a typical bachelor, doing laundry only when it was absolutely necessary. Other than laundry and dog toys all over the floor, Dean was actually quite clean. His bathroom was well organized and camera equipment was his major OCD thing. There was never a time when he couldn't find what he was looking for when it came to camera gear. He kept it all nicely in pelican cases next to his desk, which held his editing iMac.

He thought about the question for a moment, what was it anyways? "I don't know, maybe you could be my girlfriend and let me take you out and stuff like a normal couple? All I know is that I really care about you Azi, and last night means something to me!" Dean said as he located a pair of boxers, which he pulled on. "And please don't tell me you don't feel anything, it couldn't have just been the alcohol talking." If it was just because of the alcohol, Dean's little rednecked heart probably would be crushed.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Sighing, she couldn’t honestly answer. Things were happening way too fast for her and it put her on edge and when push came to shove, and that feeling of being backed into a corner came about meaning she showed claws. Azi wasn’t a normal girl who would get all giddy over the first guy to ask her out, which Dean was. She just didn’t really understand why he would want her as a girlfriend when she saw the girls here in Savannah. She couldn’t tell if he just wanted a change in scenery or what, but when she asked and pressed for an answer, all she got was ‘because she was pretty’.

It brought a spark of anger to her and she clamped down on it, her crossed arms pressing against each other as her hands gripped her elbows tightly. “So is that how you get all your girlfriends? Take them for a trial run then decide if you like it and want to keep it around until something new comes along?” she asked, dark eyes flaring up at him as she stood there feeling like a fool. She wasn’t going to answer his questions until he answered hers, nor did she feel like staying and playing a good girl anymore. If he wanted to have her so badly, then he’d best be able to soothe the raging beast.

Azrael was feeling used and betrayed at the moment, and would rather fight and poke and prod, saying things she didn't necessarily mean and more often than not the opposite of what she felt. She liked him, really truly honestly did, but she just wanted to know why he wanted to be with her when he had pretty girls here. She held a gaze towards him for a moment before turning away before he could read her. "You know what, neverfuckingmind. It's not important. I'm not important. Like I told you last night, you need to find someone who is on your level, not beneath it."

[dean jackson starr]

"Bu-But you're better than they are, you actually have personality and a heart!" Dean pleaded, nearing tears. The hangover headache wasn't helping either. "Look, I don't care that you weren't a SCAD girl, I don't care that you live alone with dogs and enjoy it, because that just makes you all the better!" He continued.

He looked into her eyes, they looked like they were going to murder him without her having to move a finger. Then again, was it possible to die from heart hurt? "My whole life I was planning on finding some nice little housewife SCAD grad, because that's what my family has always done, but you showed me different. I don't want a girl like that anymore, I want you. You're so much more amazing and I've never cared about anyone like I do about you!"

"And I normally date a girl for a while before I want to sleep with them..." He added softly, completely unsure if that would make things a million times worse or what.