Sunday, 9:47 am.
Dean blinked and stretched as he woke up. Light was streaming in through the gap in the curtains. He looked down on the bed and smiled; Scarlet was curled up in her sleep. Dean leaned over a pressed his lips into hers in a kiss. Scarlet moaned and shifted under him. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Morning, honey". Dean kissed her again, deeper this time. Their tongues mingled as Scarlet roped her hands through his hair. Dean moved his hand under the blanket between her legs and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Scarlet's eyes widened and she sighed and returned the favor, grasping his semi-erect cock and stroking it for a minute.
Scarlet broke off the kiss and pushed Dean onto his back. She swung her leg over, knees on either side of his hips. She lined Dean's cock up, pulled his hands up to her hips and sat herself down, inch by inch. When he was fully in her she pressed her hands into his ripped chest and rocked forward. Dean took control then, pushing her hips back and forward. Every minute or so he'd push his own hips up against her, causing her to cry out. Their hands moved over each other's bodies, exploring and memorizing. They were both acutely aware that this was their last day, and there was a slightly desperate quality to the sex.
Suddenly Dean flipped over, without pulling out, and Scarlet was under him. His weight was balanced on his hands on either side of her head. He leaned down and kissed her again, his mouth dominating hers. Scarlet tilted her head back and Dean's mouth moved down her throat, tenderly kissing the hickey he'd left there the day before. Scarlet wrapped her legs around his waist when he began to speed up, pounding harder and faster each time. Scarlet came and a minute later Dean finished in her. Like they had previously, they cuddled for a few minutes in bed before going out to get breakfast.
10:19 am.
Breakfast was a somber affair. A message had been left on the table telling Dean to be ready for 12 o' clock. They had less than two hours. Scarlet cooked them breakfast and she sat in his lap where they took turns feeding each other. When they were done they chatted and made out and Dean fingered her for a while. Before they knew it, it was approaching 11:30. Scarlet went to have a shower.
Dean felt a pang of sadness as he packed his bag. He laughed at the amount of clothes that he'd brought; he hadn't worn any of them. He packed the money and a pair of Scarlet's panties to remind him of her. The broken handcuffs on the ground reminded him of the fun that they'd had the day before. He heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. 'No, I'm not done', he thought. He strutted over to the bathroom and threw the door open. "Dean what are you doing", Scarlet said, surprised. Dean stepped out of his underwear and didn't reply. He opened the shower door and crushed Scarlet into him in a deep, passionate kiss. Scarlet moaned and threw her arms around his neck, pushing her chest up into his. Dean made a sound deep in his throat and slipped a hand in between her legs.