He turned his head left to watch her toes as soon as he started feeling her tense up. Any second now he would see it. Her toes would curl while she would moan a little louder. A result of him constantly pounding into her like crazy while he sat on his knees with a firm grib around her thighs and her legs hanging over his arms.
"Come on!" His muttering was so low that he hardly heard it himself.
His tongue came out of the corner of his mouth as he started grinning. She was squeezing him like crazy, cumming hard which he took pride in since he was bringing her to that point, curling those cute little toes that he sometimes just wanted to bite down on. He came with her, thrust his hips forward extra hard, cumming deep inside her, almost hoping she could taste it that way around too.
And that was it. They were done. This was all they had together. He lowered both of her legs down, pulling out of her and leaving the bed. He kept his back against her while he dressed and he knew she would be sitting up on the bed with the sheets wrapped around her once he turned around. She always did. He didn't get why she covered up when he had just seen her naked. It was almost as if she felt ashamed.
"This was fun, babe," he grabbed his jacket and finally turned around. "You have a nice night."
"You too," she said.
"See you around, Shirley," he said.
He quickly turned around and hurried out of the room, well aware how she looked at him. Her eyes always burned a hole into his back and he was scared what might happen if he stayed a little longer and allowed himself to be caught in those eyes. Those soulful, amber eyes that were always so full of longing. What she longed for, he wasn't sure. She got what she wanted from him just like he got what he wanted from her. It was a mutual agreement.
He stepped out in the hallway and kept his jacket hanging over his arm while walking towards the elevator. No point in putting it on since he wasn't going far. Only one floor up. Upstairs Roman was still up and waiting for him, giving him a judgemental look once he entered.
"Where were you, Dean?" Roman asked.
"With Shirley," Dean answered.
"Yeah, I figured," Roman said.
He sighed and shook his head. He really didn't like this thing going on between Dean and Shirley and he never had. He had hoped in time that Dean would open his eyes and understand that he was hurting her but it hadn't happened and Roman couldn't take it anymore.
"What is your problem, Roman?" Dean gave him a hard stare.
"You're hurting her," Roman answered.
"The fuck I am!" Dean let out a cold chuckle. "Her and I agreed from the beginning that it was just casual sex between us and nothing else."
"She agreed with you because it's the only way she can keep you," Roman said.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.
"She's in love with you, Dean!" Roman raised his voice. "Even before you started crawling into her bed on your bad days. You're fucking using her for your own benefit and you're hurting her. You need to stop."
"She's not in love with me," Dean said lowly. "Is she?"
Roman threw his hands up in the air and looked towards the ceiling while muttering something Dean couldn't hear.
"No, you're wrong. There's no feelings there. Yes, I use her because when I have a bad match or a shitty day, she takes the pain away. She's my painkiller. She makes me feel good so I don't bring that shit into our room and take it out on you," Dean said.
"Well, thank you," Roman said sarcastically. "Dean, this is not okay. Deep inside you must know how she feels. Why won't you just take the step and actually be with her?"
"She's too good for me," Dean said.
"What? You don't mean that," Roman said. "Dean, you're worth so much. Don't put yourself down."
"She's too good for me!" Dean sneered. "And I don't wanna have this fucking conversation with you so just fucking let it go!"
"Fine, but then let her go. If you don't wanna step up and be a man about it, then let her go. She doesn't deserve to be pining after a man she can never have," Roman said.
Dean just nodded and walked out in the bathroom and locked the door. Two minutes later he was standing in the shower, leaning his head against the tiles while thinking about Shirley. She wasn't in love with him. She couldn't be. Roman was wrong. He had to be. What he and Shirley had was a good thing. It was a thing he needed.