It's (not) a Terrible Life/Dean & Meg 4x17 AU
Dean was the kind of guy who took that saying âtreat your body like a templeâ seriously. He drank plenty of water, drank protein shakes, eat right, went to a (sanitary) gym for weekly workouts, didnât sleep aroundâŠ
But God, was Meg making it hard to be good right now. She made it very tempting to ignore his usual schedule and just change their perfectly respectable relationship into something a lot more nasty. He was almost beginning to think Meg was doing it on purpose! But sheâd never given him any sort of sign before it was possible that she had the hots for someone else in the same building. Maybe like the IT guy; he was built like a shit-brick house.
He could almost see Meg accidentally dropping a stack of papers in front of him and bending over to he could get a good look at her impressive cleavage. And heâd probably get rock solid after Meg revealed her panty-less state. Maybe sheâd even sit on Deanâs desk and-
Woah! Woah, no, Dean was definitely not in the picture there. He couldnât think that. It wasnât appropriate. But even thinking that, he couldnât help to let his eyes wander over Megâs form.
An idea- a very wrong, naughty and un-Dean-like idea- popped into his head.
"MegâŠyouâve been with us for a few months now," Dean said as he straightened up. "I was wondering I could see how you were doing here. I mean, I havenât had much of a chance to see how you were adjusting. Since I donât have any more meetings for the day, and Iâm sure youâre on top of your work as usual, we could talk a little. I want to make sure my employees are comfortable in their work place after all." Dean said with a quick grin.
He could already see how âcomfortableâ Meg was, his lizard brain pointed out.
Meg slowly looked up to stare into his eyes with a hint of a smirk on her face. He was grinning, and she was pretty sure his pupils were widening. Oh yeah, she had him. Â
She smiled at him and turned to face him fully, bracing her hands on the edge of the desk as she leaned back. One foot nudged in between his and slowly started running up his leg. She glanced over her shoulder at all the papers on his desk as she considered making room to sit on it before whipping her gaze back to Dean. She tilted her head to one side, and let her pink tongue dart out to wet her lips.
"I am feeling pretty on top of things," she hummed and tightened her grip on desk, "There's just one problem, boss."
The look in his eyes made her suddenly change her mind against the desk for now. She hesitated only for a second before she suddenly leaned forward, almost in his lap, and grabbed his tie to yank his face close to her own.Â
"I really don't feel much like talking," she hissed, letting her breath ghost over his lips.Â














