Better Late Than Never

Joanna Harvelle

Every nerve in Jo's body seemed to crackle with anticipation as she rode behind Damien on his motorcycle. It had been literal years of 'Will they, won't they' between the two of them, with all of it coming to a complete dead end...literally. But now Jo was back, she was alive, and she remembered what Damien had meant to her and she wasn't about to let him go this time. The memories of them still played out in her mind, keeping her just distracted enough that she barely noticed the landscape passing them by. Those memories gave her small pieces of other parts of her life too: her mom, the roadhouse, even Ash with his signature mullet. She recalled kicking Damien's ass at pool after the bar closed down and the thought made her smile to herself.

The motel they pulled up to was a Hunter's favorite layout. Doors that opened to the outside and not into a hall, with windows on the parking lot. She also had to bet they took cash in payment instead of credit cards and the like. Easier to stay off the grid that way. Once they stopped, Jo would hop off and pull off her helmet so she could hand it to Damien and waited for him to finish securing his bike. She resisted the urge to shift her weight from one foot to the other, pent up energy making her feel as if she needed to move. Thankfully, Damien didn't take long and quickly escorted her to his assigned room on the ground floor.

The motel room inside looked like it jumped straight off a 70s sales magazine, garish colors of green and orange that Jo would never understand how someone thought they were stylish. Despite it's obvious age, the room itself seemed rather well taken care of, clean with nothing immediately broken jumping out at her. She didn't give Damien much time once they were in the room before pushing him back against the still open door, using his weight to slam it shut as she reached past him and flipped the deadbolt.

Lifting up on her toes, Jo would use one hand on the back of Damien's neck to bring him down to her level, pressing her lips against his in an effort to finish what they'd started out in the woods. This was a different sort of hunger than before. This was a need, deep and burning. A need that had been building for years that even death couldn't stop. Jo had never been the shy type, and that had included the handful of relationships and sexual encounters she'd had. There had been one exception, but that had been complicated by both their families so she didn't feel like it counted.

Damien Richards

As the motorcycle carrying two riders drove through the roads back towards civilization, anyone who knew the driver would have noticed a very different driving style. Damien was careful as he carried a passenger most important to him, her arms wrapped around, and her warm body pressed against his back fought the chill of the night air as it washed over them. The heart of the hunter slammed in his chest and blood rushed through his veins like fire the entire way to the motel that would be their accommodations for the night, possibly more. Damien wanted Jo and she wanted him, and both did not have to be blunt about what they desired as it was clear in how they looked at one another or how they had kissed.

It was a typical motel hunters stayed at, very old and kind of run down. It hardly mattered to Damien, all he could see was the stunning blonde woman that was with him here and she hardly seemed to mind either. Jo hardly grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, a motel room like this was posh compared to the small space she lived in at the Roadhouse…he wondered if she remembered it. Off the bike and their helmets off Damien spent a few moments kissing Jo against his bike, he couldn’t resist. The hunter wanted to have her, and she have him right there.

Inside the office all he could think about was Jo, he was barely paying attention to anything and almost wrote his real name in the register instead of an alias. The hunter paid for their room and ignored the sly smile the clerk gave him as he spotted Damien’s company. Let the idiot think what he wanted, this was Jo not someone he just met for a hookup. Meeting up with Jo again outside they made their way to the room he got for them and went inside. Damien didn’t notice the decor much, he had been here before and all these places looked the same unless you were at a theme motel.

Taking off his coat he barely got it off, the leather jacket falling to the ground behind his feet as Jo jumped him the moment the door closed. Kissing her feverishly his arms went around Jo’s slender frame as she tugged him down to meet her lips. A pair of strong hunter’s hands clasped her shapely ass over her tight blue jeans helping hoist her up to meet his lips even more. Damien wouldn’t deny he had checked Jo out numerous times when he knew her, especially when she would bend over the pool table to take his mind off the game and tease him. Now he relished in the pleasure of finally getting to squeeze what she had taunted him with.

His lips melted into hers, his tongue entwined around her own in a multitude of arousing hungry kisses as he firmly held Jo’s body against his own never wanting to be parted from her again. As Damien kissed Jo with sensual passion his hands moved to her waist and up her body pushing the coat from her shoulders and down her arms. ”Jo…” he spoke her name with such desire as his lips moved to kiss along her neck feeling her golden hair tickle his face as he began to earnestly remove her top.

Joanna Harvelle

Years of memories were pressing down on her mind, emotions and longing that would have been spread out were now jammed into a few minutes. His touch burned along her skin and at his insistence she would shed her own jacket, letting it fall to the floor completely forgotten. They would almost stumble a few steps towards the bed on instinct. Jo hadn't realized just how much she'd been living on auto pilot since her resurrection, but right now, with Damien, she'd never felt so alive.

As he finally broke their kiss and moved his lips to her neck, Jo would tilt her head to the side, closing her eyes for a moment as she reveled in the feel of his skin against hers, tiny bolts of electricity moving through her body with every kiss upon her neck. The sound of his gruff voice saying her name pulled at her core, how long had she wanted him to say her name like that? It was intoxicating, he made her feel powerful and beautiful all at once. She quickly tossed her flannel over shirt to the side, lifting her arms so he could pull her t-shirt up over her head. The bra it revealed wasn't much in the way of fashion, it certainly fell into the functional category, but it did it's job in containing the swell of her breasts.

Once her shirt was off, her blonde hair falling rather messily around her shoulders, she would do the same to him. Hooking her fingers into the hem of his shirt she would pull it up and over his head to toss it aside with as little care as the rest of their clothing. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Damien without a shirt but it had certainly been awhile and the sight of him took her breath away for a moment. She pressed her palms to his chest, biting her lower lip as her hands trailed over his flesh and down his abdomen. This motion was slower, as if she wanted to memorize him. "Damien..." She breathed, turning her bright gaze to meet his. "I need you." Three simple words that Jo was snatching back from death itself.

Damien Richards

Breathing in Jo’s sweet scent and tasting her skin as he placed lines of kisses along her neck while his hands worked to remove her shirt until she herself aided him in doing so where it got tossed aside to what would surely be a mess of clothes all over the motel floor where they would struggle to find them afterward. Damien moved to peel her t-shirt and Jo’s arms came up so he was able to remove it revealing her desirable cleavage in her bra. His eyes lusted for her, this moment was one he always wanted with her and now here they were together. It was evident how much he desired her, how he wanted her.

As Jo came close again her slender fingers reached out to rid him of his own shirt and before she could immediately do so his lips caught hers in another eager kiss, missing the taste of her lips upon his own. Moments later it was his turn to lift his arms so she could rid him of the shirt he wore. His chest and arms were well toned, but he wore a multitude of scars from years of hunting, each one like a badge of honor.

Damien loved the way she looked at him and even more the way her hands practically burned on his chest when she touched him. The cute little bite of her lip as she admired him turned him on immensely. Her bright eyes raised to meet his and she spoke his name in a way that made him feel like the only man alive. Damien’s hands moved to touch her cheeks caressing her soft skin and admiring her beauty which was far more than her pretty face and bright smile.

”I’m yours.” Damien spoke to her in a way that gave himself over to this woman and only her and in a tone that told her volumes about how much he needed her as well. Damien’s lips crashed down upon Jo’s again one arm around her slender waist drawing her to him while the other moved to palm one of her inviting breasts over the fabric of her bra firmly yet tenderly massaging the sensitive flesh there his other hand moved and with the nimbleness that came with a hunter’s prowess unclasped her bra with two fingers then he was removing it from her chest to let it drop to the floor so his strong calloused hands could explore her warm soft chest.

Joanna Harvelle

Those two little words caused Jo to grin like an idiot in the few moments before he was kissing her again. She could hear the beating of her heart thundering in her ears as it swelled with those words. There was nothing outside this room, everything ceased to exist but the two of them. An explosion could have happened outside and Jo was sure she'd chalk it up to the fireworks sparking between them. However, when she felt him expertly unclasp her bra, she couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up. Pulling back a bit so he could see the mirth in her eyes as she teased him, "You been practicing that move Richards?" She wasn't the type to care about his relationships before now, they were a part of his life, helped make him into the man that now stood before her. But teasing him about it? That was one hundred percent Jo.

She turned in his grip, pressing the length of her bare back against his chest and torso. The intense heat of him burned through her and caused her to sigh softly. Her bra fell away to be forgotten on the floor, the peaks of her breasts tightening at the rush of cooler air. Jo would kick out of her sneakers as she hooked one arm back behind her, her fingers gripping the back of his neck. Her own flesh was marred by scars, some fainter then others. But the skin across her taut stomach bore no signs of the Hellhound's claws that had taken her life, as if that terrible day had never happened.

Lifting up onto the tips of her toes, Jo's hips would press back into Damien's, gently grinding against the hardness she could already feel through their jeans. "Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?" She teased again. As she was now facing the hotel room, the sight of that bed sent a pulse through her core in anticipation.

Damien Richards

Feeling Jo's slender athletic body against his, feeling her warmth, and inhaling her sweet scent...it was not something Damien ever believed would happen. Jo Harvelle was gone and this was something he could only dream about...fantasize about ...

That he did many times since he first met her at the Roadhouse. How many times they came close to just a kiss but her mother was always around and Damien knew if she caught them the chances he would ever be welcome back there again. Besides, he was always gone and she was stuck there so it never would have worked...too many complications.

None of that now though. His lips tasted hers, their tongues entwined in that making out they wanted to do years ago and now here he was, removing her bra, exposing more of her sexy body with no Ellen to stop them. The kiss broke and Jo almost giggled when her bra was unclasped with just his one hand. Damien chuckled too as she teased him of course about it implying he had so many conquests that he so much bra removing experience. "Some hunter skills transfer over....agile fingers and steady hands keep a man alive....besides I'm no Dean Winchester." Damien replied softly to her.

Then she turned and he couldn't resist the urge to put his arms around her as her bra slid down her arms to the floor. Damien pushed her long blonde hair off her shoulder and continued the sensual neck kisses he had started before his hands moving to capture both her perky breasts in his strong hands gently but firmly massaging them and teasing her nipples with his fingers as he tasted her skin that was like honey to him.

The beautiful woman he was with then took it farther, teasing him more as she began to grind against his groin causing him to make a sound of pleased approval in her ear which he had startled to nibble the lobe of. "Jo..." He muttered her name as her behind massaged his hard length through his jeans driving him crazy. "It could be both knowing me, always prepared." He said to her then one caressing a soft slow line down her stomach and past her navel to undo the button on her tight jeans unclasping them before slowly pushing down the zipper.

Damien knew she wanted to move toward the bed but he held her fast for the moment, teasing could go both ways. "A hunters hands are good at other things too." Damien told her as the very hand that opened her jeans slide down into them and her underwear touching and caressing her between her legs while Damien hand on her breast held her bare back against his bare chest.

Joanna Harvelle

At the first touch of his lips on her neck, Jo's eyes would slide closed as a gentle moan escaped her lips. Her head tilted back to rest on his shoulder, perfectly content to let him explore her neck and shoulder with his mouth, though secretly she wanted him to explore other places with his mouth. His hands were like fire against the flesh of her breasts, drawing another moan from her. If it were possible, her nipples hardened even further, the feel of his rough skin pulling along the sensitive flesh would cause her back to arch ever so slightly, pushing her breasts into his hands just a bit harder.

The sound of her name in that gruff bedroom voice of his let her know exactly how much her teasing was effecting him. She couldn't tell if he wanted her to keep going, or was begging her to stop, perhaps he didn't know either. The thought of making him beg for her had her smiling, an idea for another time.

The skin along her stomach would tingle as his finger trailed down past her sunburst tattoo to the button on her pants, masterfully flipping the button open with those skilled fingers. She would make to pull away from him, but found that his arms around her wouldn't let her go. His words a promise of things to come, whispered huskily in her ear, and just the sound of his voice had her core throbbing.

As his hand moved down, finding it's way into her loosened clothes, instinct had her widening her stance, giving his hand just a bit more room in her tight jeans. Her moan was louder this time, her free hand moving to wrap around his wrist, though she didn't pull him away from her. He kept her from moving away, and the muscles of his arm shifted beneath her hand and for a moment images of those powerful muscles bending her over the dinette table flashed across her mind.

His touch along her center had sparks shooting through her, and if it hadn't been obvious how much she wanted him, he would soon be able to feel it along his fingertips. "Damien..." She moaned his name, her breath catching a little as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. Now who was begging?

Damien Richards

All doubt about anything was gone as the hunter held this half naked woman's body in his strong powerful arms. His lips tasted the sweet taste of her skin as her long blonde hair tickled the side of his face. Jo was undeniably sexy as all hell and when she moved to pull away Damien wouldn't have it and held firm to her possessively. The man kept waiting for her to slip away from him and the dream to end. Ignoring the idea that this pleasurable dream might turn into a nightmare where he would witness something horrible happen to Jo to wake him in his bed he continued to explore her body with his hands, touching the nude flesh of her inviting breasts that she pressed into his grasp. "I need you, don't go." He whispered to her when she tried to move from him as if his words could make the dream last longer.

It felt far too good to be a dream. The way she pressed her backside against him which rubbed his large hard length teasingly and causing it to strain against the denim and cloth keeping it contained drove him wild with desire and lust for Jo.

The hunter could play too and he adeptly undid her own jeans and the way she responded more than told him he was absolutely invited to touch her as he wished to. That audible cry of pleasure when he finally touched her, fingers gently parting her open and feeling warmth and wetness against his playful fingers. Damien felt her slender fingers secure his wrist and it made sure his hand buried in her pants was not going anywhere. His named was called out and he smirked, he would never tire of her pleading with him like that.

There were so many ways this could go and he was sure any that didn't happen this very moment would eventually happen. Gently but sensually massaging her clitoris while his fingers teased her inside his other hand strayed from breast to tug at her jeans pushing them off her hips but this proved more difficult when he was busy elsewhere. He moved with Jo and spun her playfully depositing her on the edge of the bed. With a small knowing smile he grasped the legs of her jeans and began to tug them down off her hips and down her long sexy legs until just her underwear remained.

Lustful eyes feasted on her nearly naked body and they silently told her how sexy he saw her. Tossing her jeans aside he worked on his own undoing them and pushing them down until only a paid of tight boxer-briefs remained that didn't do much to disguise the long thick outline that ached and throbbed underneath them.

Joanna Harvelle

Jo barely managed to bite back the whimper that threatened to leave her mouth as she felt his touch pull away from her, leaving an ache behind that only one thing could satisfy. Before she could protest however, Damien was already spinning her around and practically carrying her to the edge of the bed where he set her down and proceeded to peel off her jeans. Leaning back on her elbows, Jo assisted him in the process, lifting her legs up so that he could more easily remove them.

This leaned back position was where she stayed as he took a step back and began to remove his own jeans. She let her bright eyes trail over every inch of him, savoring him as if he were her own private little show. Each scar, each powerful muscle, the V at his hips that made her bite her lip. The proof of his desire for her caused a new heat to well up within her: anticipation. In equal measure she wanted to take her time while also impatient for what they'd both left unspoken for so damn long.

"I'm not going anywhere," she breathed, scooting back on the bed till she was closer to the center and crooking a finger at him to beckon him to join her before holding out her hand to him. If he took it, she would unceremoniously pull him down on top of her, nesting him between her thighs. "You know I used to dream about this, about you. I wonder if you can live up to my imagination." She challenged with a wicked grin before she leaned up to kiss him again.

Damien Richards

God, how he ached for her. Damien laid her down to rest on the bed so he could remove her jeans and as Jo wiggled out of the denim garment he felt himself throb in his shorts as his lust filled eyes feasted on the site of her long shapely legs. The hunter imagined them entwined around his waist. His eyes meeting hers he smirked as he had no doubt his thoughts were plastered all over his face, how much he desired her. His pants becoming increasingly uncomfortable Damien began to remove them and he did so slowly to tease the woman waiting for him, his eyes locked on hers with a sly smirk before he pushed them down his legs. Soon he was free of them, kicking them aside to be reclaimed later.

The hunter eyed her stunning body and her large brown eyes as she looked up at him in much the same way Damien imagined he appeared to be gazing at her. Then Jo shifted to come closer and extended her slender hand to him and naturally he extended his own and took it, he would never deny her that. Forgetting despite her slender frame Jo was much stronger than she appeared she playfully pulled him down until he was on top of her. Their warm nearly naked flesh pressed against one another. Feeling her warm thighs grasping him tightly he gazed down into her beautiful eyes as she spoke to him.

Damien smirked at her banter as she admitted she had fantasized about them being together. "Hopefully I can match fantasy Damien's bedroom prowess." He chuckled as he moved down to begin kissing Jo while she did the same. Strong hands explored her curves as their tongues wrestled gently in their mouths. Breasts. Stomach. Waist, and hips, all of them were eagerly explored fully with his touch. Damien moved to bring his lips to her neck burying is face in the crook of her shoulder as his hand grazed her pelvis. "My dreams usually involved having you on that pool table at the Roadhouse. " He added in to her own admission from before.

The hunter grasped her underwear, Jo's only article of clothing and tugged them off her hips moving them down her thighs, desperate to have them off her. By this point his kisses had reached her perky breasts, kissing them, sucking on them in earnest until her only garment was off and landing on the motel room floor.

Joanna Harvelle

Most of her former life was still a fog but Damien...Damien she could remember now. He always had been good at matching her banter, and unlike some hunters, he didn't think of himself as big hotshot. Damien was humble, though he had no reason to be, and that only made him hotter in her eyes. The feel of his hands along her skin left fire in their wake and she moaned against his lips.

Her hands were not idle, much as his hands explored the curves of her body, her hands explored his. Up his arms, across his powerful shoulders, pausing almost imperceptibly at each scar that marred his flesh before moving on. She wouldn't feel pity or sadness, as hunters their scars made them who they were, told the stories of their lives. No, she was memorizing them, picking out the new ones she didn't remember.

She chuckled as he admitted one of his fantasies about her, for a split second an image of a man with a mullet flashed across her mind but she squashed it. Now was not the time, she'd examine it later. As Damien hooked his fingers into her underwear, Jo would lift her hips enough to assist him in removing them. As his head dipped lower, she moved her hands to the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair.

Allowing herself to truly feel the flames that his lips ignited, Jo closed her eyes and lay her head back against the bed. A low moan escaped her lips, her powerful thighs pressing against his sides as her nails raked across the back of his neck.

Damien Richards

How many times he had thought of taking Jo on the road with him in the before days, when she was still alive. Damien could hardly deny he had thought of this as well. The two of them in some cheap motel room together, their naked bodies entwined together after some dangerous hunt and their adrenaline was still pumping through their veins. Joanna Harvelle was here with him now, alive, and in that very bed he dreamed about.

Lowering his head between her legs he felt her warm shapely thighs on each side of his head securing him there as he tasted Jo for the very first time. His tongue swirled against her as he sought to please her and found that he got lost in the taste of Jo. His hands wrapped around her legs and ye firmly pulled her closer to his wanting lips and tongue. As the Hunter went down on the woman he desired one of his hands lazily snaked up her body to tenderly squeeze her breast as his eyes met hers from just over her pelvis.

The sight of Jo squirming on the bed was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. As he traced patterns with his tongue against her he moved his free hand to tease her clit, making up for lost time, the years they could have had together. Much like her, his mind drifted slightly, half expecting her mother, alive and well just like Jo, to bust in the door with a shotgun to protect her daughter from the hunter. Damien shook the thoughts away as Jo had done despite him of course never knowing about her thoughts of the past at the Roadhouse.

Joanna Harvelle

The first feel of his tongue against her core sent such a shock of pleasure up her spine that she couldn't help but arch up, her hands pressing him wantonly into her hips in the process. With every swirl of his tongue, pleasure would wash through her body, causing her to moan between her ragged breaths.

As his hand found her breast, she would open her eyes and tilt her head down to meet his gaze. She would hold her eyes on his, letting him see exactly what his ministrations were doing to her, one hand moving from his hair to cover the hand across her breast. If his tongue found a particularly pleasurable spot, her hand would squeeze his, usually accompanied by more moaning.

As his fingers joined his mouth, Jo was finally forced to close her eyes as new waves of pleasure began to wash through her. "Don't stop." She was not a quiet lover, she'd never seen the point. No one would dare use the term 'meek' to describe her, and that wasn't about to start in the bedroom. Besides, what was the point if you couldn't hear just how much your partner was enjoying themselves?

The signs that she was close to orgasm were becoming obvious, and her fingers tightened in his hair.

Damien Richards

His head buried between her soft warm thighs he was in heaven, desiring nothing more than tasting her more than Damien already was if such a thing was possible. Damien heard her whimpers and cries as he sought to bring her higher and higher. The way she got louder only aroused the hunter, he wanted to hear her passionate responses so that he would know he was pleasing her in the way she deserved. When his hand found her breast Damien felt her small yet strong feminine fingers wrap around his and it did not take the adaptable hunter long to decipher her code. As much as her verbal outbursts of ecstasy told him what to do and what she wanted, so did the way she squeezed his hand when he did something she especially loved.

Jo gave him a map her own desires and he followed it to where she most wanted him to taste her. Knowing exactly what Jo wanted Damien had fingers join to further bombard her with stimulation. Jo's sweet voice begged that he not stop but his mouth was too busy to answer her. Inwardly he smirked because knowing Jo if he had stopped to say anything she likely would have told him 'No talking' anyway. The hunter knew why though, he could feel it. Damien could feel how her thighs tightened down on the side of his head or the way her pelvis pressed against his swirling tongue.

The beautiful blonde hunter beneath him was close. and he did not dare stop or risk her cooling off and losing the momentum of her coming climax. Damien felt Jo grasp at his hair, her fingers tangling in it signalling him more about what was happening. His eyes met hers, he adored that look on her face as she got closer and closer. Eyes locked on Jo's he silently begged. "Come for me." His thoughts pleaded, he wanted to give her that explosive rush of pleasure that would leave her writhing on their motel bed.

Joanna Harvelle

All thoughts of her life were displaced by the pleasure that was coursing through her body. There was only now, only Damien. Nothing else mattered. A bomb could have gone off outside the hotel and she probably wouldn't have noticed. Mostly because it felt like there was a bomb about to explode inside her. It wasn't so much his tongue or his fingers that sent her tumbling over the edge, but the look in his eyes. Possessive, almost daring her to orgasm. Finally, she could no longer maintain eye contact as her body started to shudder and she cried out in pleasure.

Her grip tightened in his hair as her other hand moved from her breast to the back of his head, keeping him squarely between her thighs as the waves of pleasure washed through her. Almost as quickly as they had come, the waves receded and she lay back on the bed. inhaling ragged breaths as little darts of pleasure ran up her spine.

She started laughing, lifting his head up by his hair and pulling him up her body. It would be forceful, but she was careful not to actually harm him. As soon as he was close enough, she would lean up and press her lips to his, moaning against him at the taste of herself. The length of her body pressed against him was hot to the touch. Jo would pull back just slightly so she could speak. "There are condoms in my jacket pocket, if you can find it." She teased. The women's home she had been set up at passed them out like candy so she always grabbed a handful to take to the bar for the patrons.