Closed RP: Dean and Bomba and... knife lessons. Yeah.

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((Can't... resist... bad... joke... WARNING: Horny demon hunters and former cats on the premises. Proceeed with caution. Officially rated R for smut.))


Say what you want about House-elves, but they sure can be damn useful. Bombalurina had not only managed to get one of them to write her reply notes to Dean (she was well aware her handwriting probably wasn’t the most attractive, and she so wished for every aspect of her to be attractive), but also to find her an outfit, fix her hair, and apply a decent amount of red lipstick. The result? One fine-looking lady in a revealing dress.

She had received close instructions about how the RoR worked. Walking back and forth? Bombalurina could do that. In this dress, she was grateful for any reason to saunter. She smiled to herself, like a contented cat, and crossed her long legs in front of her. Dean would soon be here. Mm-hm. Dean. Yummy.

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Room of Requirement. Up on the... what floor? And the what?

This school sucked. No wonder Sam liked it so much. The place was like a whole damn metaphor of its own. Or something. Too many curvy halls and moving stairs and trick doors (one of which made him ask it to BE a door before he could go through. He was going to burn this school down, honestly). It took him at LEAST a good half hour to get there. At least. Damn school.

But it was all worth it, right? That chick, Bomba... hoooo. She was fucking smokin'. It had been long - too long (as his dreams as of late were so quick to point out). Hell, he'd been so excited that he'd almost forgot the fucking knives. Oh, that'd be a nice cover. "I was just teachin' her about the most important knife of all!" Way to sound like a friggin' child molester.

But the second he saw her in that dress? Those legs that were about nine miles long and curves in all the right places? Good lord, he was going to the special hell.

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Bombalurina looked up at him and smiled. "Oh hello," she said silkily.

So damn cute. It should be against the law. She was going to have fun with this one.

She stood and walked over to him, snaked a hand around his waist, and placed her lips against his cheek for just a brief second. While she was this close, she took the time to inhale more of that rather pleasant smell of his. She wondered what sex was like as a human. She also wondered if Dean was any good at it. Somehow, she had the feeling that he was.

"Good to see you," Bombalurina murmured softly, pulling away. Her eyes were glinting. "So... did you bring everything?"

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And she was so hot. Now THAT should've been against the law. Dean'd have to start carrying concealed weapon licenses while he was still wearing pants or something if she kept up THAT look in her eyes.

"And it is... just fanTAStic to see you," he replied, as smugly as he could maintain with her hips pressed that close to his own. Oh, and you need to wear that dress FAR more often. "I brought... everything we should need." He paused, grinned. "For your knife lessons."

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Oh, didn't he know just the things to say to make a girl feel appreciated, too... Bombalurina sighed a little, pressing up against him again. It was nice feeling a male body so close to hers, especially Dean's body. Because let's face it, that was a mighty fine body.

"Lovely," she purred. "I've been looking forward to those knife lessons." She stepped back, not really wanting to, but she had to open the damn door. "Okay, this is going to look a little silly, darling, but try to forgive me."

Bombalurina began walking back and forth, in that seductive saunter of hers, wishing, wishing, wishing... So they still had some appearances to keep up. Knife lessons. Oh yes. Neither of them believed that anymore. (Had they ever believed that? No, probably not.) Still, appearances were important, so what Bombalurina wished for was a room with things fitting to throw knives at. But, because even though she might be a lot of things Bombalurina was not stupid, there were lots of comfortable cushions to rest on, and a rather sturdy table near a wall. Thought about everything, she did.

When she had passed the wall a third time a door appeared. It was a rather simple wooden door, with a metal doorknob. Bombalurina's fingers closed around it, twisting it, and the door slid open. She looked very pleased as she found that the room on the other side was everything she'd wished for, and smiled at Dean.

"Oh, the advantages of magic..."

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"Trust me," Dean replied, giving a wry smile and glancing her over. "I've been looking forward to these knife lessons too." He resisted the urge to slide a hand down her back, or those hips. Patience, Dean, come on. Cool yourself. He just took a step back as she started off into that sultry walk of hers, scanning her over like she was a shiny new toy.

He had a half a mind to ask whaaaatttt the hell that was. Pacing? Whatever. Hell, as wrong as they got to this room as soon as - what the... hell? He furrowed his eyebrows, eyes narrowed in fascination as the door slid open, easy as nothing. "Jeez, they got a room for this right in the castle?" he asked curiously, taking a step back towards her, almost pressed entirely against her side.

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Bombalurina looked a little amused. "No, hon. This is the Room of Requirement. It's rather practical. All you have to do is to take a little walk, make a little wish, and presto, there's a room, just like you wanted it. Or needed it." She waved a hand vaguely. Magic wasn't exactly her thing.

This was her thing. Sliding her arm around his waist again, she gently guided Dean into the room. The door shut behind them.

"So, Dean," said Bombalurina and smiled. "What's the biggest knife you've got?"

If anyone else had said that, then maybe it would have sounded like a perfectly innocent question. But when she said it, it... REALLY wasn't innocent at all.

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Dean glanced around the room, skeptical. Room of Requirement. Right. This place was just chock full to the hilt of all kinds of tricks and shit, wasn't it? He shook his head. Magic room, not so important. He'd deal with that later. Really hot girl advancing slowly with that sultry look in her eyes? ...Much more important.

"Well..." Dean gave a small laugh - an innocent one, of course - and glanced down, knowingly. "Let's just say there's never been any complaints." An equally safe and... perfectly angelic answer. "What kind of knives are you interested in yourself?" he added curiously, eyebrow cocked in that perfectly irresistible, Dean-esque manner.

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"Yesss..."

She squirmed up against his hand, making a mewling sound at the back of her throat. Oh yes. This felt good. With a soft, purring laugh she ran her hands down his chest and stomach, twirling her fingertips lightly around his bellybutton before placing her hands firmly at his hips. She fully enjoyed feeling his skin against hers; in fact, it made her tremble just a little. Bombalurina wondered if this was a general human reaction, or just a, well, reaction specifically to Dean. Biting her lip she pulled him back with her, towards a convenient pile of cushions on the floor. Someone bless the Room of Requirement. Seriously.

Then she kissed him. Bombalurina's first real, human, lips-on-lips kiss, but one could only tell during the first few seconds, when it was surprisingly... chaste. She was a quick study though, and soon kissed him with more force, sucking lightly at his bottom lip. She eagerly peeled off the rest of her dress, and then resumed her task of covering every part of Dean within reach with hot, breathy kisses. Her breath had turned shallow, and her eyes were glittering.

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Okay, with those sounds? Goddamn, she sounded like a friggin' cat, and it was like every little purr she let out was sliding easily into his pants and just giving a quick squeeze. He felt even more horny and even more impatient as she started leading him back, and he eagerly followed, trying not to let it show too much in his eyes. The last thing he needed was to look like some 16-year-old, squealing and eyes lighting up all over the place cuz he was getting laid for the first time.

Their lips connected and he automatically pressed himself in, just as hard and just as hungrily. Oh, God, she was frickin' electric. She was... damn. His body was betraying him, his pants getting slowly tighter as he felt every inch of her skin against his own, as her mouth dipped back down to the rest of him and started teasing shivers and equally excited reactions out of his body. His eyes were practically black, they were so dark. He needed her. All of her. Now.

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Wonderfully responsive boy... She felt him against her hip and couldn't hide a contented smirk at that. Being desired she was used to. Being desired by Dean she could easily get used to. Her entire body hummed, every nerve-end awake and burning. Everlasting Cat... If this was what humans felt every time they did this, she was never turning back into a feline. This was the most exquisite thing she'd ever experienced. She was powerful like this. It was exhilirating, and wonderful, and intense, and DAMN if she didn't feel him inside her pretty damn soon she was going to completely lose it.

Bombalurina wasn't used to things like buttons and zippers. Bloody STUPID human inventions! They get in the way of EVERYTHING. Her hands trailed feverishly, eagerly, over the front of his trousers and managed to undo the button with a very small amount of effort. There was a sharp intake of breath when she noticed just how hard he really was, and then she smiled widely, closing her eyes for a brief second as a warm wave of lust and excitement washed over her. More. MoremoremoreNOW.

With a sound that was more like a snarl than anything else, she pushed Dean down on the cushions, and then, for the lack of a better word, pounced at him, capturing his lips in another searing kiss and running her fingers through his hair. This kissing thing? Also something she could get used to. Definitely.

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Oh, Christ. Oh, fucking hell.

Why had he not done this in so long? Why? He pressed harder to Bombalurina, one of his hands gliding up her front, to run across her flat stomach. Fuck, he MISSED this. SO much. He only allowed himself to pull their bodies away as her own fingers dipped needily down to the front of his pants, to tear at the fastenings of his jeans. Why the hell did they make these things so hard to get out of anyways? Why couldn't all pants be like sweatpants or something?

Dean let Bomba shove him to the ground, willingly, and glanced up to her with a look that had to have been bleeding with want. Just the split second they were apart, he was already aching for her to be against him again. Missed this... missed this so goddamn much. Their lips collided and he pushed hard against hers, hungrily, like he couldn't get enough. "Shit," he mumbled with a gasp between kisses, and his tongue snaked against her teeth, pressing forward to ask permission to enter.

Foreplay be damned.

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Foreplay? What's that? Bombalurina hadn't heard of such things. Cats didn't bother with it, so she had no experience, and thus she didn't miss it either. She didn't particularly need it now, anyway. Her head was spinning, and her heart pounded furiously. The insides of her thighs tingled, the feeling was sweet and heavy and sent delicious shivers EVERYWHERE. She was just barely aware of the fact that her hands were caressing his chest again, nails scratching him oh-so-lightly.

"Yes, Dean..."

She moaned, softly, breathlessly, into his mouth, and let her tongue brush against his. She was going weak at the knees from the look in his eyes, and cursed her stupid human body for betraying her like that. Bombalurina never got weak at the knees. Thanks Bast she was off her feet, so it wasn't that obvious. She quickly dove down to pull Dean's jeans and underwear completely off (it was rather swiftly done), and then returned with her lips against his, because the kisses felt good and she didn't want to stop them for anything.

Oh, there were so much of him to touch, and he smelled so good... It felt like her five senses were working overtime, bringing one mind-blowing sensation after another to her brain. But still she wanted more. More and more and more and more.

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More shivers racked Dean's body as he arched up to the feel of her nails sketching across his chest. Oh, frig, yeah. Keep doing that. He -liked- that. He'd always liked things rough and... FAST and that was what she was doing. It was sending his mind spinning in some kind of fucked up circle. One of his hands slid up to thread into her hair, and he pulled her in, close as he could.

His own tongue tangled into Bomba's mouth, tracing across all of her teeth before it pressed back against her own. God, they could just do THIS and he'd get off in no time. Well, he'd like it if there was more than this, but. Well. Thrashing his legs one last time, he kicked his jeans off over his feet as she pulled them down (with... friggin' INCREDIBLE skill, Jesus).

He let out a breathless sound of his own into her mouth, mixed between a groan and a gasp. He had no control over his voice box anymore - it was just starting to pour out, more and more as his hips started pressing up firmly against hers.

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"Poor, stressed Dean," Bombalurina cooed. "So glad to be of service." Just a little? Hm. She'd make sure he was completely cured before he left...

She rested her head in one hand, lying turned against him on her side, and the other hand continued the light, almost teasing caresses in lazy eights over his body, circling his nipples before travelling down to do the same with his bellybutton. Touching him like that felt a bit... different. Bombalurina wasn't used to it. Not this kind of refined yet simple touches that created goosebumps and shivers. The closest she'd ever gotten to that was fond nuzzling afterwards, and though that was, well, nice, this was much nicer. This body worked in mysterious ways... and she stroke Dean without even questioning why. It just... felt good, and it was a part of being human, too. Somehow.

"Mmm, the night's still young..." she said softly. "There is plenty of time." Her eyes were glittering again. She had noticed his look on her (of course), and pushed out her breasts a little. Preening? Bomba? Maybe just a tad.

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Dean smirked, biting his lip again. "Glad you were to be of service," he commented, glancing back up to the ceiling, almost wistfully.

More shivers worked up his body, and he felt himself stiffen slightly - in the good way - as her hands worked lower and lower, teasing. "You sound like you're up for a round two," he said with a laugh, leaning up and propping his head up with a fist. "Or I'm horribly... HORRIBLY mistaken. Of course, that can't be it." He licked his lips with another grin. What the hell had gotten into him? This practically newfound sex had made him all frisky again.

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Bombalurina felt her body waking up again, and smiled lazily, dreamily. Oh yeah. She liked this guy.

"I sound like that?" she replied in an innocent-yet-obviously-not sort of voice. "Goodness me, I do, don't I..." Of course she did. There was something about Bombalurina that made sure she was practically always sounding like she was up for another round. The fact that she was purring again didn't help much either.

Her hand slid further down, cupping the hardening length between his legs. She was genuinely curious about it. Smooth... So different. Everything was so different like this... And Bombalurina was loving every second of it. She kissed him again, almost casually, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

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“Yeah, you know, you might sound a little like that,” Dean replied, almost teasingly. His eyes were that same, darkened, almost-black shade of green at the sound of her voice. Jesus Christ, she was driving him batshit with that purring. It was nuts!

He took in a hitched breath as her fingers traveled down there, curiously grasping at him, and he automatically pressed up to her touch. With a low sigh, he bit down on his lip and eyed her with a slightly bemused, breathless laugh. Hey, he was up for it if she was.

His arm linked back around her neck to pull her in close as their tongues pressed against each other, and that ravenous feeling he\'d been kissing her with before was slowly returning. Jesus, she even TASTED good. How was that possible?

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It was extremely easy to just melt into that kiss, and she went from casual to hungry in about five seconds. Mmm... He was so good at this, and his scent was going to her head again. She wanted him close again, wanted his hands all over her, wanted, wanted, wanted... You're becoming addicted, a voice warned her at the back of her head. I know, Bombalurina thought back. Addiction is bad. I know. You should stop. MmmIwill... Later. Want more of this.

So he liked her touching him like that. Good to know. With a slight smirk against his lips she continued to stroke him, uuup... and down, forcing herself to take it slowly. She was interested to see just how crazy she could drive him. It was an experiment.

"You like this, darling?" she whispered breathily between kisses.

Everlasting Cat... This couldn't be good. A part of her knew she should just kiss him and leave - she'd done that before, she was not above it - but she couldn't quite bring herself to. She wasn't entirely sure why. Damn.

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God, the way she frigging kissed - it was like she had five minutes to live and the only damn hope she had left was to french the life out of Dean or something. Not that he was complaining: it was going straight down, pooling into that happy center where just about all of the blood and nerve endings in his body were focused right about now. His tongue tangled back with hers, ravenous... curious.

That tinny (annoying) voice was back, just about to shout at him again when her fingers started--Oh God. He automatically broke away from the kiss, accidentally, his breath drawing into a sharp inhale as she--fuck! He pressed up to the touch of her hand again, one hand coiling into the cushions as the other remained around her neck, sliding down her back and splaying across the heated skin.

"Yessss," he mumbled back slowly and throatily in response, and grinned again, coyly, in ecstasy.

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Plastic surgery? Bombalurina got a blank look on her face. She searched her memory for clues on what that might be. Hmm... Oh yeah, maybe she'd heard about it on telly or something. Her eldest female human watched (usually in fascinated horror) quite a lot of different shows where the topics were 'Plastic Surgery Gone Wrong,' but Bomba had not been interested. Obviously not. Humans did so many silly things.

"More 'or something,'" she said honestly. "It's a magic thing." She scrutinised her hand, absently clenching her fingers as if they were still new to her. Which they were. "I used to be a cat," she added, almost as an afterthought. "But then I came here, and a... friend of mine slipped me a potion. And tadaa..." She gestured vaguely at her body and smiled. "All human."

Well, to use a really awful pun, the cat was out of the bag. This should be interesting.

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"Plastic surgery?" Dean commented upon seeing her confused expression. "Going under the knife? Editing your appearance?" He shook his head. Apparently not. That meant - YES. They WERE real! He fought the urge to pump his fist into the air. "Never mind," he laughed. "It's not important." He pressed his forehead back to hers, hands still stroking at her sides, idly.

Which promptly froze at her words, and he sat up slightly, eyebrows furrowed in... He didn't even know what. Incredulousness? Horror? Surprise? "A... cat...?" he replied slowly, his voice trailing in disbelief. A brief, half-hearted smile quirked the ends of his lips. This was cuz of the purring thing, wasn't it? "You're... you're kidding, right?" he asked carefully. Maybe it was all part of an act. I'm... a sex kitten. Rawr?

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Bombalurina shivered at the expression 'going under the knife.' Bast... Humans were sick sometimes.

She frowned slightly when he sat up, one step away from batting at his hand to make him continue. Mrr... More stroking! Then she caught the look on his face and figured that yes, perhaps an explanation was due. She shook her head a little.

"Not kidding. It's true." She smiled. "Feline. Whiskers, tail, fur, all of that... But not anymore. I am rather enjoying this body..." She licked her lips briefly. "Think I'll hang on to it a while." A casual shrug. "You're welcome to, well, enjoy it with me, if the mood strikes you." She glanced up at him from her position amongst the cushions, slight playfulness in her eyes.

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"Not that I'd ever do that," Dean responded to her shudder, paling slightly. "I think it's kinda gross, but... hey, a lot of girls do it, I guess."

How could he be weirded out? How could he back off and shake this all away and actually let this bother when she looked at him so damn earnestly like that? Not to mention that bit of frisky still in her eyes pleading him back down with her on the cushions. "Wh..." He shut his mouth from its gaping position, clearing his throat.

"All right, so. A cat," he reasoned simply. Not too weird. He could get over that. "That, uh. So a potion? Turned you from a cat into...?" He gestured vaguely to her curvalicious body.

She was good in bed. You can get over it!

"Wow."

Good lord! Get over it, dammit!

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((No! No, I cannot forgive you! *angstangstwoe* My heart was shattered and my soul is broken and life is dark as... as something that's very dark! I have to wear too much eyeliner and listen to Evanescence now! Do you have any idea how much eyeliner costs these days? Do ya? DO YA? ...Okay, FINE, you're forgiven. =P))

"Oh good," she replied, a slight smile on her lips. "Because you really don't have to edit your appearance, darling."

Bombalurina reached up and gave his chest a soothing stroke. Poor Dean. Yes, this was a lot to take in. It was strange really, how quickly she had adapted to having an entirely new body... Maybe it was because she knew she had better chances with the males of this school if she looked like this, and in the end, that was all Bomba really cared about.

"Into this, yes," she said, nodding slightly, and experimentally pushed out her breasts just a little. "Quite a nice potion... And from what I've seen so far, it seems like humans have more fun." Her eyes took on a rather wicked shine, and roamed down Dean's body in a way that would have made the tom kittens back home blush something terrible.

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Dean's own lips tugged into an appreciative smile. "Well, I know that," he replied slightly smugly. "But, I mean, even if I was an ugly sunuva or somethin'... I wouldn't."

It was strange how easily this idea was settling into his mind, though, the idea that Bombalurina had been a... a cat? A friggin' cat? Okay, so on the one hand, he was kind of inwardly running in circles and screaming. It kind of made him feel a little squicky. Like he'd just committed bestiality or something. Even though this woman was most obviously not an animal, by any means. ...Maybe with her biting. A little.

"So... you wouldn't be turning... back INTO a cat or anything? Not... any time soon?" Dean said carefully, curiously, slowly lowering himself more comfortably back onto the cushions. He could feel his ego swell, the way her eyes were raking him like he was a piece of meat. If he wasn't careful, his head was gonna blow up too big to get out of the door.