Now that she had everything she needed from Dean, there was a subtle shift in the way Lara toyed with him. It was in the Hunger's nature to take and there was no change in that. She was still demanding with every kiss, still velvet over blodes with every touch, but there was a methodical care to it now, a leisurely playfulness that seemed to make everything last.

She gasped and shuddered at his touch, every motion wordless encouragement. At the same time, Dean's belt and zipper parted beneath her hand and she reached to stroke him with a cool, calm hand. Supernatural strength and dexterity aside, physics were physics and there was no real way to continue without untangling her legs from around Dean's waist or finding another stable surface. Her voice was breathless as she brought her lips to trace the outer shell of Dean's ear, her whisper managing somehow to sound both wanting and commanding, "Let's move to the counter, pet."