Not Your Average Cup of Coffee - PG13

Since when did women get so responsive and eager? Sure, he had been with the shy types, and even the slightly bold, but this was more than that. It was though she needed this as well, but did not want to admit it.

The man groaned as the blonde's hips came in contact with still clothed lower half, his lips continuing to move roughly against hers, like someone who was dying of hunger and needed more. He was loving the way she tugged on his hair, it was one of his weakness he supposed.

"Admit it, you are fucking enjoying yourself," he murmured, his lips next to her ear, before biting the base gently.

One of Ava's legs swung over his hip and her hands moved down from his hair to the top of his pants. She grinned at him as she undid his belt, her fingers not moving any further down but instead tugging his shirt free and smoothing over his abdomen. The skin felt soft against the hard muscles. She ran her knuckles upwards from there, enjoying his response.

She whimpered as she arched her neck, feeling every contact his skin made against hers. "Not anymore than you are," she whispered hoarsely.

Ruslan shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and cursed under his breath, as Ava's hands came in contact with his skin once more. Her touch was like a trail of blazing fire and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt so very amazing.

"You may be a bitch Winchester, but you sure know your game," he whispered with a smirk, enjoying watching her fall apart from the pleasure. Then again, he was in a similar state of condition.

"I'm glad to have bought out the wild side in you." He replied, as his hands began toying with the straps of her bra.

"Do you really think that it is a good idea to insult the woman you are about to have sex with?" Ava growled at him, her fingers pinching the skin on his back quite hard in answer to his words.

"Why are we wasting so much time?" she growled again, her skin becoming hotter, her body wanting to go further. He was doing nothing but frustrating her now. Was he really set on doing that? She just wanted to have a good time. Her hands slid down his body to his pants, now moving lower than they had before. "what are you waiting for?" She met his eyes with her already hazy ones.

"Fuck!" He cursed once more aloud and glared at the blonde. Tightening his hold on her lips, he pushed closer and growled into her ear, "I was just stating a fact."

He rolled his eyes and another small smirk appeared as he placed his lips on hers roughly, "Such an impatient little minx." Though he was more than oblige really, this was supposed to be a quick fuck after all. "Well, no need to wait anymore."



Ruslan didn't know what time it was, it wasn't so bright out like it usually was. Maybe it was just the weather. It took him a while to realize that he was in his bedroom, as he looked around the empty space. It was messy and there were a few broken things on his floor, yet no sign of life anywhere.

What had happened last night?

A few flashes of memory snapped in his mind, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. In a way he was glad that the woman had left before he woke, but at the same time, he felt an uneasiness within him.

Cursing under his breath, he got up from his bed, wanting to get ready for the day.