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Dean whips the
car around in a u-turn, parking by the sidewalk where you’re standing. His
control of the car is unbelievably sexy.
He shuts off the engine and climbs out, the car doors squeaking as he
“It’s good to
see you,” he says, pulling you into a hug.
What’re you doing here?”
“I live here,”
he says a little sheepishly. “I moved here when Sammy got accepted.
I work in a shop downtown.”
you, why are you here?”
“I live here
too,” you laugh. “I bought my place,” you gesture down the street, “when
I got accepted.”
“No family?” he
“No, just me.”
just me and Sam.”
conversation lulls for a moment.
“Well, I was just heading home; you wanna join
me for a beer and maybe some food.”
“Yeah, I’m off work.
Lead the way.”
The two of you
walk towards your house in an easy silence.
“So when’d you get back into town?” Dean asks, leaning back
against the couch.
“A few weeks ago,” you say, setting your beer on the coffee
table. You plop down next to him. “It still feels weird being back and only
hearing English.” You laugh. “But the
timing couldn’t have worked better, I needed to get away and clear my head,”
you say a little more seriously.
“I’d say going to the other side of the planet is definitely
getting away.” He chuckles. “But you’re ok now?”
“Yeah. I mean, do I
wish things had gone differently? Absolutely, but what’s done is done. The only way through is forward, right?”
“That’s an extremely well adjusted approach.”
“Six months can give you some perspective, I guess.”
“Well, if you ask me, he was an idiot. Don’t get me wrong, Jess is a nice girl, but
He gestures at you and you can’t suppress the blush that
floods your cheeks. You look down trying
to get your face under control when Dean gently slips his finger under your
chin, tilting your face up. His green
eyes searching and before you can think, speak or even breathe his mouth is on
yours. Your eyelids flutter shut as his
full lips press against your lips, you part them deepening the kiss.
Instinctively you scoot closer to one another. Wrapping your arms around his neck you run
your fingers up and through his hair. He
growls into our mouth, playfully biting your lower lip. His strong hands grip your hips and he pulls
you over him, your legs nestled on either side.
You run your hands down his firm chest, skimming your hand under the hem
of his shirt. Dean breaks the kiss long
enough to pull his shirt and yours over your heads. A sound you can’t quite describe escapes his
lips as he takes in your lace bra.