Summary: Charlie meets another hunter and gets the chance to brush up on her sign language skills, and possibly the chance at a romantic encounter. (Another fic for Femslash February! Warnings for sexual content and sexual acts while under the influence of alcohol.)
They met on a hunt, because how else would they meet?
Dean and Sam still weren’t thrilled about Charlie getting involved, but they would send her off on what they assumed were quick and easy jobs, just to keep her busy and out of the big stuff. While she scoffed at their protectiveness, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find it sweet.
However, when she arrived at the little town that was suffering at the hands of some tricky ghosts, she was surprised to find another hunter already on the case.
Her bubbly nature had never kept Charlie from making friends before, but a language barrier certainly would have put a damper on it. Thankfully, a few semesters of ASL in college were under Charlie’s belt, which made it easy to communicate with Eileen, who was all big brown eyes and great aim with a gun.
Needless to say, Charlie had fallen quick, and hard, too.
The two women managed to put an end to the restless spirit, and celebrated with beers at the nearby bar.
“I never set out to be a hunter,” Charlie explained. “I just sort of got caught in the middle of a case, and afterwards, I felt like...Well, once you know what’s out there, how could you sit back and let it happen, you know? So my friends sort of showed me the ropes.”
Eileen watched her hands intently, sipping a beer.
Conversation continued until the two had wound up splitting a motel room, but their intentions weren’t just efficiency. No, the room was booked with just one bed on purpose, because it only took a beer or two to loosen them both up enough to lock lips.
Charlie unbuttoned her flannel shirt while Eileen wiggled out of her jeans. Both partially undressed, their lips found each other once again, all but tumbling backwards and onto the bed, the motel mattress creaking under the familiar weight of two lovers.
Eileen’s hands were calloused from years of wielding weapons, and her rough fingertips trailed from Charlie’s collarbones and down to the waistband of her pants, making the redhead shiver.
“This okay?” Eileen asked, using her voice which she’d only done a few times in front of Charlie so far, opting to sign since Charlie could understand her.
Charlie nodded. “Definitely,” she said, holding Eileen’s gaze so that she could see her lips. “Just careful: I’m ticklish.”
She realized it was a mistake instantly.
“Really?” Eileen asked, mischief dancing in those brown eyes.
Charlie swallowed. There was no use in denying what she’d just admitted, so she simply resigned to her fate and braced for impact.
Perhaps years of using her hands to communicate had made Eileen’s fingers her deadliest weapon: Quick, dexterous, and absolutely merciless as they danced over Charlie’s sides, making her squeal with laughter.
Eileen was grinning, pinching at the bottom of Charlie’s ribs and laughing along as Charlie’s back arched. She didn’t keep it up for long, but when she stopped, Charlie’s face was flushed pink and her breathing came in ragged pants.
Charlie slumped back against the bed. “You’re evil,” she signed.
Eileen was still grinning. “Sorry,” she replied, but it didn’t seem like she was sorry at all.
After Charlie caught her breath, the original plans for the evening commenced, but Eileen snuck in a few ticklish touches, causing breathy laughter to mix with moans. And while Eileen couldn’t actually hear those sounds, she had no doubt that they were beautiful.
The two hunters fell asleep beside one another, sheets tangled around their half-naked bodies. Charlie made sure to get her revenge in the morning, tickling Eileen’s belly until she woke up with giggles on her tongue.
But the case was over and done, and they both had to be on their ways. With Eileen’s number in her phone and the memory of poised fingers on her sides, Charlie left a tip for the maid who would be cleaning the room, and headed to her car.
As she hit the road, she decided: She was going to have to ask Dean and Sam for more cases when she got back.
