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Lisa tries to relax her muscles as Dean places a soothing hand on her back. It hurts, but she doesn’t say a word.
He prepared her well enough, she reckons. What makes her insides tighten isn’t the fear of the experience, it’s not the lack of lube, no. It’s the darkness around her, how Dean is going in mostly blind because he doesn’t want to see her body. It hurts, and she wonders if her skin is too soft under his fingers, if her hips are too wide and if that’s why he isn’t holding them.
She doesn’t protest when he crushes her under him as he bottoms out, grunting in her ear. He grips her hair tightly and pulls, and it hurts.
She’s not gonna say a word either when he stills and comes deep inside of her, letting out in a whisper, “Sam.”