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The reception lasted until about three in the morning. Elena and Mark left around ten since that was when they usually stayed up. Jay was the same. Even with half her friends gone, Avery had an amazing time watching Sammy try to hit on people from Jensen's family. She even danced as much as she could in her large dress—not just with Jensen but with Misha, Nate, and Felicia. Jacob wasn't one to dance. He was the type to sit at his table and eat scraps off his plate or drink a liquor of some kind as he watched.
“Still can't believe this?” Nate asked when he and Avery sat down, away from Jensen who was dancing with his sister.
Avery shrugged bashfully, glancing down at the tablecloth. “Not really. Seems like it was just yesterday I was dreaming about going to the brewery. And only that.” She admitted with a light laugh.
Nate nodded as he took a sip from his glass. There was a honey-like liquid inside. Whiskey. “You've grown up.” He smiled softly.
“Yeah.” Avery chuckled.
She had always thought she grew up a little too fast because of all the things she had to go through. But maybe she was just tall. Of course, Avery was a mature individual, even before she met Jensen, but this seemed to solidify it somehow. Marriage was a grown-up thing to do. She was devoting the rest of her life to being with someone.
That someone just so happened to be someone she watched on her TV.
Once back in their cabin, Avery took off her large dress and hung it up in the corner of the room. In exchange for the dress, she wore one of Jensen’s intentionally large sweaters. It stopped at mid-thigh on her.
Jensen stripped off his blazer and tie with the top buttons of his shirt haphazardly undone. He pressed his lips to Avery's cheek. “Now… An Impala is waiting to be christened, Mrs. Cairo-Ackles.” He teased in her ear, hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest.
Avery turned her head and let out a small laugh. “Alright, Mr. Cairo-Ackles.”
Their cabin was out of the way of the others, by design. They just hoped no one decided to go on a night hike. Knowing Misha, it was a possibility. Even then, he knew better. The Impala was parked right outside the cabin. Over time, it had become Jensen’s car of choice instead of his modern sedan. It was great to haul a lot of stuff in and well…. Great for stuff like this.
Jensen lay in the backseat as Avery climbed over him, closing the door behind her. As the door slammed closed, Jensen grabbed her shirt and pushed it over her head. What he was met with made him nearly choke on his own saliva.
“See something you like?” Avery winked. Instead of the bra she usually wore, she had pasties on. They were black and in the shape of a heart. Jensen gulped. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pressed a kiss to Jensen’s lips as she began to unbutton his shirt.
Jensen drew in a shaky breath as he let her undress him. The pasties were a look. One he liked. He was pulled back into reality when Avery started to unbutton his pants. “No, no, I-I had a plan but then you… fuck . You—” He paused, stopping her.
“Fuck me what?” Avery looked at him, amused.
Jensen cursed at himself for getting distracted. “Shush. I just… Fuck, I need you in my mouth again.” He breathed, running a hand up Avery's thigh. He squeezed slightly, loving the way her skin felt.
Avery licked her bottom lip in thought. She genuinely didn't think Jensen would want that again. Or crave it. “Okay.” She resigned herself from Jensen and sat back on the leather seats of the Impala.
Jensen let out a breath as he adjusted his position to get in between Avery’s legs. He slid off her underwear and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. His fingers traced over the dark lines of her tattoos on the front of her thigh. Screw boobs or butts, Jensen was a thigh man. He bit on a particularly thick part of her thigh, causing Avery to let out a light moan.
“Honey,” Avery pushed a hand into Jensen's hair, messing it up in the way she loved. “C'mon.” She knew he wanted to take his time and ravish her, but she was getting impatient.
Jensen smiled smugly up at Avery, pressing his fingertips into her skin as he pressed a few kisses on her tip. He kept his hand on Avery's thighs as he took her in his mouth.
He had been wanting to do this again for such a long time. He wasn't even sure. Likely since the last—and only—time. Jensen wasn't sure he'd want to admit how many times he'd thought about it. They have had a few escapades at night since Avery's birthday but they were few and far between and usually included Jensen getting fucked so well that he couldn't form words for a while after. Avery liked pleasing him. Jensen just wanted to return the favor.
Jensen had nearly forgotten just how much he liked this. The weight in his mouth, Avery’s noises, the taste. He missed it. He wasn't even aware that was something he could miss.
Avery watched with dark eyes as Jensen started to move his head. She forgot just how good he was at sucking dick. Not perfect—was anyone?—but amazing . “Honey, shit—” She panted heavily, scratching at his scalp. “Fuck.”
Resisting the urge to smirk—partly because his mouth was busy—Jensen focused his attention on the head of her cock. As his tongue pressed against her slit, Avery drew in a sharp breath. Jensen looked up at her and knew he had done something right.
Avery let out a choked moan, a crease between her eyebrows as she let the pleasure wash over her. “Fuck, honey! I—” The muscles in her legs started to tense as desire built in her stomach. “Keep–Keep going. Such a good boy.” She wanted to pull harder on Jensen’s hair but she refrained, not wanting to accidentally pull him off. She liked this. Maybe a little too much.
Jensen had no plans of stopping until Avery came. In his mouth this time. Even if he liked the fluttery feeling it gave him when it was on his face.
Digging his palms into the flesh of Avery's thighs, Jensen kept at it. Sucking and feeling up every inch of her cock with his tongue that he could. His brain buzzed louder each time his head bobbed down. Being distracted, Jensen had to remind himself to breathe through his nose a couple of times. He needed Avery to feel good, he didn't care if he died in the process.
Would be a nice way to go out.
“Shit, Jay—” Avery hissed softly as Jensen grazed her cock with his teeth. Her leg jerked at the contact, driving into his back. He didn't let it distract him. “Fuck, please—I’m close.” Her lips parted as she stared down at Jensen between her legs. She'd never get used to seeing him in this position. So eager to please, lips red, and pupils so dilated she could only see a ring of green.
Jensen let out a hum as he glanced up at her chest. He liked watching how her chest rose and fell as she breathed. His own pulse quickened. Avery shivered as she let out a pant and drew in a shaky breath.
She came a moment later. Jensen quickly swallowed everything he could. Letting her go from his mouth, he licked and kissed at her tip. He wanted to drink every last drop inside her but he refrained.
Avery brushed Jensen's hair away from his face with her hands. “As much as I love seeing you like that,” She pulled Jensen up to be face to-face with her and ran her hand down his exposed back. “I think I like seeing your face when I'm fucking you better.” She whispered into his lips.
Jensen happily leaned into her lips, wrapping his arms around her neck as she worked his pants open. Avery had to pull away to focus on shoving them down his legs, leaving Jensen to nip and kiss at her neck. With a gasp, he was pushed down onto the seats once he was completely bare as Avery climbed over him.
Avery pressed a few kisses to his chest—particularly where she saw some freckles—with a hand on his shoulder to ground herself. Jensen watched with hooded eyes, licking his bottom lip absentmindedly. He couldn't believe his life. He had someone who loved him so wholly—so deeply.
“I'm gonna assume there's no lube in here?” Avery chuckled softly, a hand on Jensen's thigh as she settled in between his legs.
He coughed a little, embarrassment flooding his chest. He might have forgotten about that. Too distracted. “No, but—uh,” Jensen wasn't sure why he was so flustered. He'd done this with Avery before. “I prepped myself earlier.”
“When was this?” Avery cocked an eyebrow.
Jensen ducked his head, feeling a heat cross his cheeks. “This morning.”
Avery thought so. That was more than twelve hours ago. “It probably helped but… this might hurt a little.” She whispered softly. “I'm gonna prep you best I can, okay?”
The addition of lube would certainly help but she didn't want to completely ruin the mood by getting dressed, making her way into the cabin, trying to find lube, come back, and get undressed. Jensen didn't want to wait either. Why would he? Avery was completely naked—save for the pasties—her freckled chest was heaving, the muscles in her arms were well- defined, and her makeup made her look more ethereal than he already thought she was.
“Take a deep breath,” Avery advised softly. Jensen nodded as he sucked in a breath. She inserted a finger inside him. He made a small noise. It was only a bit painful. He was glad he knew well enough in advance to try and prep himself. “That's a good boy.” She sighed.
Jensen groaned softly after Avery added another finger—only when she felt he was ready for it. “Please, sweetheart, I-I need you.” He whined. The feeling of her fingers stretching him was agonizing. He was desperate and felt more and more desperate as time went on.
Avery shook her head. “Not yet. Be patient.” She continued her work even after he kept whimpering about how much he wanted her dick inside him, not her fingers. She pressed a kiss to Jensen's lips to soothe his whimpers. “It's okay, honey, you'll get what you want.”
Jensen leaned into Avery's kiss, expertly slotting his nose against hers. At this point in their relationship, he could care less about his nose bumping into the bridge of her glasses. His hand maneuvered onto her solid shoulder, the place it seemingly always made its way to.
Avery sighed against his lips. She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her dick, softly pushing into Jensen. His jaw dropped open in a silent moan, allowing her to nip at his neck. He always thanked whatever was out there for Avery and how she treated him—how she made him feel so much.
“Avery, fuck—”
“Shhhh, relax.” Avery nipped at Jensen's jaw. She liked being rough but not right off the bat. Jensen still needed to adjust to the feeling of her inside him. “More deep breaths for me?”
Jensen whimpered softly, he didn't want to wait longer but nodded. He breathed, adjusting his legs so they wrapped around Avery's waist. Something about it made him feel like she was deeper. “Please.” He couldn't even begin to express how much he needed her. Craved her.
“You sure, honey?” Avery hooked a finger under Jensen's jaw, tilting his head so he looked in her eyes.
He had to resist the urge to whine in response. “Yes–fuck–Avery, I need you to start moving!” Jensen hissed.
“Bossy,” Avery teased playfully. “But I understand.” She knew that if she was in the same situation Jensen was in, she'd be plenty impatient too. Her hips started to jerk at a steady pace. She busied Jensen by pressing their lips together, swallowing down any moan he made with her mouth.
Jensen cupped Avery's cheek with his left hand, face contorted in pleasure. He didn't even realize they were consummating their marriage. Another sign that, hopefully, they would be together in life and in death. In all the amazing and wonderful ways. In all the dark and twisted ways, too.
Really, all Jensen wanted a year ago was a partner. One that would love him a fraction of the amount Avery would. And then he met Avery. And he was pleasantly overwhelmed with her love for him. He didn't even know half the ways he could love someone. Avery taught him new ways. He loved the new practices.
Like this.
He hadn't imagined he would be the one getting fucked in the back of the Impala when it first came under his possession. Avery quickly changed his mind to the point where it was all he could think about for a while.
Avery let out a moan against Jensen's lips, the thrust of her hips faster as she set her palm against the glass behind his head. The car started to shake, making a small creaking noise, each time she drove into Jensen. “I love you.” She looked into his eyes as the words slipped out of her.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Jensen breathed, appreciating the way her lips parted as she stared down at him. Compared to their previous times together, this felt a lot less rushed—even if he was needy—and more soft and sensual.
He never would have thought he would be so in love with someone so much younger than him. But Avery was the woman for him. Her smile made his day better and her laugh brightened it like the sun.
And then there were her choked moans. Jensen could get himself off just listening to those. If she'd let him.
“Fuck!” Jensen hissed as Avery hit his prostate at just the right angle.
“There it is.” Avery smirked. “That feel good?” Her eyes held a teasing glint. She wanted to hear him say it.
Jensen grunted out a “Yes.” He shifted his eyes to her lips. Her red lipstick was still somehow impeccable, the pigment didn't budge at all. But he was acutely aware of the red marks in the shape of her lips on his chest. “Avery, I need–”
“I know, honey.” Avery had begun to get a divine sense regarding Jensen. He needed a little more and then he'd come undone. “Shit… I'm with you.” She knew her orgasm was building just like his. “Just—ah—Just,” She pressed her forehead against Jensen’s, glasses steaming up at the heat from their bodies. She didn't mind. “Cum with me?”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jensen agreed eagerly. There was so much tension in his body that he just wanted to release .
As if a tidal wave on the shore, it happened all at once. Jensen came first and, not more than a second later, so did Avery. A whimper of Avery's name left his lips, legs shaking as they brought her closer. Avery gasped as she was pulled into Jensen's chest.
Jensen cupped Avery's face as he brought her in for a kiss. She quickly leaned into it. For a little while, they stayed there. Simply enjoying the feel of each other.
Until Avery became aware of the cold night air creeping into the Impala, making the hairs on her arms stand up. “Honey, we need to get inside.” She whispered as Jensen tried to capture her lips again.
“Do we?” He whined softly. “I'm comfortable right here.” Jensen ran a hand down Avery's spine.
Avery rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “You won't be in the morning.” As much as she loved the Impala, she had a feeling sleeping overnight in it wouldn't be good for her back. And an unsuspecting hiker could always catch a glimpse of them in the morning. Avery wanted to keep the look of a thoroughly fucked Jensen to herself.
“Fine.”
averyxcario: after some years, ive finally made it out of the country!!! to paris no less.
Avery hummed as she scrolled on her phone, taking a bite out of her croissant as she and Jensen sat outside the café they got their lunch from. He had a mug full of espresso that looked comically small in his hand.
“You never did tell me how you know French.” Jensen cocked an eyebrow at her. She had ordered their meal in perfect French that could fool anyone into thinking she was a native. If they didn't recognize Jensen as an American immediately.
Avery shrugged, “Four years in high school plus one in college.” She set her phone down. “Plus I had a friend who was learning French too, we would speak together sometimes.”
“Had?”
“He's the one we don't speak with much anymore.” Avery explained as her eyes shifted to the Eiffel Tower in front of them.
It was fairly early in the morning but there were crowds nonetheless. Avery was glad they booked a hotel right outside the tower so they didn't have to go to the park if she wanted to take pictures.
Jensen nodded in understanding. “Ah.”
A few more minutes passed and Avery had finished her croissant as Jensen finished up his espresso. They opted to walk around for a little while.
They didn't exactly have plans, it was their honeymoon, so why would they completely plan it out? Avery wanted to find the cafés locals liked, favorite bars, underrated museums instead of the Louvre, and maybe find a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants. If such a thing existed in Paris. They had to if they existed everywhere else in the world.
Jensen had Avery's hand in his as they walked. He couldn't stop staring at the rings on her finger, conscious of the ring on his own finger.
The rest of the day consisted of exactly what Avery wanted. A bar Jensen had never heard of that had tons of experimental drinks that Avery immediately tried. He wasn't sure how they found it in the first place, the front looked like a normal building in the city but inside was a different story. It was lit lowly, almost entirely in blacklight, and felt more akin to a club than a bar—with all the teens and twenty-year-olds especially. No wonder Avery gravitated towards it.
Jensen didn't complain though. He went for an orange wine instead of the slew of cocktails Avery tried. One of them tasted like mushrooms, apparently. It made her grimace. She hated mushrooms.
When they left the bar, Avery glanced up at the moon. It was full and shined down on the street around them. The street lamps were lit. There were only a few people around. It was late. Probably midnight but neither of them checked. Avery felt like she was in a fairytale. Or a Laufey song.
Jensen wrapped his arm around Avery's shoulder, smiling absentmindedly as they walked back to their hotel.
“You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me.” Avery sang softly, taking his hand to twirl him in her arms.
Jensen laughed softly as he swayed with her. He couldn't care less that they were dancing in the street in the middle of the night. She looked radiant . He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. “I’ve never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying. ‘Cause I think I'm falling.” He sang, running his hand up her shoulder.
Avery's buzzed mind couldn't believe she got Jensen to sing one of her favorite songs. To be fair, she had a lot of favorite songs. And her sober mind would be astonished too. “You bewitch me every damn second you're with me.” She breathed.
Jensen swore his heart stopped. He knew those were the lyrics but hit him so much deeper when they came from Avery's mouth. He dipped Avery, causing her to let out a noise of surprise before it was muffled by his kiss.
“Woah.” Avery was stunned, sobered up in an instant.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed dreamily at his wife. His wife . It set in right then and there. “Woah.”