Shacking Up

"One hitch, though, I'm gonna need the shirt back." Kara scoffed. "What? Why?" "Cause they're not gonna give a room to some guy who can't even be bothered to put on a shirt. Just wait here, I'll go in and get a room, then I'll come grab you." She sighed. "Fine." She slipped off the shirt, her hair falling back into her bare shoulders as she handed it to him. "Thank you," he said, "I'll be back soon."

Exposed again, the next few minutes felt like hours. Kara curled up into a fetal position, hiding at the floor of the car to avoid any attention. She was quite displeased with the turn of events, nothing to her name, and shacking up with some random guy she met on the highway. Not exactly where she pictured herself ending up.

A knock came on the windshield. "Come on, Kara, let's get to our room." Kara glanced up at Dean, still clutching her body to herself. "Give me the shirt back." "Nah, it's just a short walk." "Give. It. Back." Dean chuckled. "Alright, we tried it the easy way." Before Kara could react, Dean scooped her up, placing one hand across her back and one groping her ass, and carried her bridal style to the room door. Kara **** her eyes shut, not even wanting to know if anyone was watching as Dean paraded her naked body around the parking lot.

After what felt like another eternity, Dean thrust open the door and tossed Kara onto the hotel bed. She immediately returned to her fetal position, trying to stay as covered as possible. "I've seen you already," Dean remarked as he pulled the door shut, "you don't need to cover up." "You could at least get me a robe." She spat. "I'd be more comfortable." Dean smiled, tossing her a bathrobe. "You know, I think we're gonna have a lot of fun together." He remarked as she hurriedly slipped on the wool robe. "Oh?" She inquired. "What did you have in mind?"