So firstly, I want apologise for what I think is going to be a super long A/N...

Thank you so much for everyone who read and reviewed the last two stories, especially the latter - they both entered double-figures and are my highest reviewed stories of these little series and I am super grateful for each and every one. I honestly can't tell you how much I love hearing what you all think, especially when it came to the RoLex story. Also a huge thank you to my fellow authors who have given me shout-outs - thank you for spreading the love and I appreciate all your kind words. I feel very honoured to be considered in such a way, especially as I hold each and every one of you in such high esteem myself.

Apologies that there was nothing from me last week - I was working on a little side project that I hope to post soon. But here I am with another Dean/Becca story. Now I am always highly inspired by the music I listen to. I can't actually listen to music whilst writing, but I always start out my writing time with some tunes before getting down to business. And this fic? Well, it was inspired by a whole load of songs. So we got some T-Rex, Black Strobe, The Black Crowes and the glorious Patti Smith all providing little snippets of what inspired me this week.

WARNING: Smut (yes, actual smut this week!)

DISCLAIMER 1: I only own Becca... And Lex and Shiv (yup, I'm tying it all together people, timelines be damned...)

DISCLAIMER 2: In order, lyrics used without permission from a) Get It On, T-Rex b) I'm A Man, Black Strobe c) Hard To Handle, The Black Crowes and d) Gloria, Patti Smith

Enjoy x

You're built like a car
You got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You're dirty sweet
And you're my girl

Becca's POV

I run a nervous hand through my hair, tugging at the ends as I eye my appearance in the rearview mirror. I bite my lip as I glance down at my outfit and wonder if I should have gone for something different. Maybe I should have stayed in my smarter work outfit, rather than changing into jeans and a tank top. Maybe I should have gone for flats, rather than heels. But it's too late to back out now, too late to go back to my hotel and change.

I don't know why I'm so nervous. I walk into meetings with unknown people all the time and I take it in my stride with ease. I'm used to being called upon at short notice, to be prepared for any eventuality my boss might throw my way and I am the mistress of cool and calm, no matter what. But today? I feel like it's my first day on the job. I feel like I'm walking into the unknown. Which is ridiculous, because I think I know Dean pretty well now.

And we both seem to know each others beds pretty damn well too.

It's funny because there is probably only one other time where I felt nervous and only for a split second – the moment where I offered him an out whilst silently praying that he wouldn't. I wasn't sure what he wanted. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I wanted either. I could tell he was one of those guys who'd built up a reputation for himself. A fuck 'em and leave 'em kinda guy. Yet there he was, giving off signals that said otherwise. The fact that he wanted to see me again after the first night out. The fact that he moved off me when I told him to. The fact that he seemed almost hesitant when I invited him up the second time.

It's been a couple of months of seeing each other on his days off. We meet in a bar near my apartment or his and let off some steam before hurrying back to whichever apartment is closest, my hands under his shirt, his hands down my pants as soon as the door closes behind us. Sometimes we make it to the bed. Other times, it's fast and furious against the door or slow, painfully slow, as he crawls over me on the floor. It's always a game of give and take. And I love giving as much as I love taking, especially with him.

I try to push all thoughts of sex from my mind. Not the time or the place. But it's hard, my mind is always wandering back to images of him lying beneath me, or me looking down at him between my thighs. Or the way he whines my name...

Stop it.

I grab my purse and exit the car, thumbing through my phone to find Dean's number and hitting call. It picks up a second later.

"Hello?"

I don't recognise the voice and I pull the phone away from ear to check I've called the right person.

"Hello?" the voice repeats.

"It's Becca, is Dean there?"

A deep chuckle vibrates through the phone. "Idiot left his phone in the locker-room whilst he went to warm up. It's Roman, by the way."

Roman, the friend I've heard so much about.

"Are you outside?" he continues. "I can come meet you, get you in."

"Sure, if it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all."

He asks where I am and then directs me towards the backstage entrance. In the background, I can hear doors closing, voices calling and I realise he's working his way through the corridors. We hang up as I get to the entrance, my way now blocked by a handful of security guards. The door behind them opens a minute later and a guy who I assume must be Roman steps out.

"Becca?"

I step forward, smiling shyly as the security team rustle through paperwork to clear me, handing over a lanyard with a backstage pass attached.

"Nice to finally meet you," Roman smiles warmly as I follow him through the door. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Likewise."

We round a corner and I see the sign for catering ahead.

"I hope you don't mind, but I've got to get warmed up myself," Roman apologises. "But I'll let Dean know you're here when I see him. But my wife should be around here somewhere and she'll be more than happy to show you around if you want."

"Sure." My eyes drag around the room full of tables and chairs. I spy two girls in the corner of the room, one with olive skin and dark hair, the other paler with red hair knotted at the nape of her neck. Glancing back up at Roman, I realise one of them must be his wife; his eyes are shining, a gentle smile breaking across his face.

The olive-skinned girl glances up as we approach, a similar smile spreading across her face as she watches Roman.

"Hey, thought you were going to warm up?" she asks, rising out of her seat to brush a kiss across his lips.

"I was, but Dean left his phone and you know me, ever the gentleman."

She chuckles in response, her gaze turning to me. "You must be Rebecca."

"Becca," I offer with a smile.

"Lex. And this is Shiv."

The red-head smiles up at me.

"I'll tell Dean you're here," Roman says again as he kisses Lex's forehead before leaving.

"Sit," she gestures to the chair next to her. "So, this is your first time?"

"Yeah. I was here for work anyway and Dean suggested I come along before I fly home tomorrow."

"You ever watch him perform before?" Shiv asks, leaning back in her chair.

I shake my head and then nod. "Sort of. I YouTubed."

"Ah, we've all been there," Lex grins. "Trust me, totally different to watching it live. A little bit more heart-stopping."

"You're telling me," agrees Shiv. "I swear I forget to breathe sometimes."

"That's 'cause you're too busy perving."

"Like you aren't."

"Can you blame me?" Lex giggles and then catches my eye. "Sorry. But I'm sure you feel the same, right?"

I feel my cheeks flush as I recall the one time I turned up at Dean's apartment to find him fresh back from the gym, his shirt drenched in sweat. I remember kissing his neck, licking away the salty sheen as he pulled me towards the shower.

Shiv wiggles her eyebrows at me. "Yeah, she's got it bad too."

"So, where'd you meet?" Lex questions. "We've all been intrigued to know more about you, but all Dean does is just grin like a loon any time we try to ask."

My stomach flips at her comment and I fight the urge to ask her more about that.

"Gas station," I say instead. "Apparently we share a mutual dislike for slow payers." I smirk at the memory.

"Patience isn't exactly his strong point."

"I guess." I concede. "But he's full of surprises."

Lex raises an eyebrow. "Tell us more."

"Don't breathe another word." The voice behind me makes me jump and I turn my head to see Dean, shorts hanging off his hips as he tugs his shirt up to wipe his face. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face as he takes a step closer and dips his head to kiss me.

"Sorry I didn't meet you earlier," he whispers, pulling back ever so slightly, his breath ghosting over my cheek.

"No worries," I smile. There's an 'I miss you' on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back.

"Hope these two aren't scaring you away." His eyes dart up to Lex and Shiv with a grin.

"You have us both wrong, Ambrose. We're nothing but polite and charming," Lex defends with a mock pout.

"Plus she's dating you so that's gotta mean she's made of strong stuff," Shiv adds with a wink at me.

He lowers himself into the seat next to me, his fingers sliding down my arm to circle my wrist. "We were thinking of going out for a few drinks after the show."

"Sounds good."

"We can drop your rental back at the hotel and head out?"

"Sure." I meet his eye, biting my lip as I envisage how difficult it'll be to just drop the rental off and not to drag him upstairs to my hotel room.

"What time's your flight home?"

"Early," I say with a grimace.

He chuckles, leaning closer, his fingers moving to push my hair behind my ear. "Good job you'll have me to wake you up then."

I shiver at his words and when he pulls back, his smirk says it all. I pinch his wrist in retaliation and he laughs softly, his fingers sliding around mine and squeezing.

"I gotta go and get some shit done before the show, but I'll come find you later yeah?"

I nod. "Go, I'll be fine."

He glances over my shoulder and I remember we're not alone. "Don't let Double Trouble here lead you astray."

"Isn't that your job?" I grin back at him as Lex and Shiv giggle behind me.

He leans closer again, his hand sliding around the back of my neck. "Damn right, darlin'" he murmurs against my lips. "And don't you forget it."

I watch him leave, before shifting back round in my seat. Lex catches my eye, her smile wide.

"It's like you were made for each other."

I give her a shy smile in return. "We're just taking it as it comes."

"Sure," she nods. "I said that once. And now look at me." She flashes her left hand and my eyes widen at the hefty looking rock that sparkles up at me.

"And this one," she continues, jerking her thumb at Shiv. "She took taking it as it comes to a whole new level but she's now spent so much time in Seth's neighbourhood, the grocery store owner knows her by name."

I chuckle, but my mind is already pushing itself into over-drive. We haven't put a label on what Dean and I are. Which is fine. I'm not one for labels anyway. And even though I want something more than a handful of dates and an epic fuck, I'm barely looking past next week, let alone the next month or even year. Despite the amount of time we spend at each other's apartments, I've been careful to always take my stuff home with me. And likewise, there's not even a shirt of his in my bedroom, let alone a toothbrush in the bathroom. I don't want to over-step any boundaries. I don't want to push this further than necessary.

"But I remember what it was like," Lex's voice cuts through my voice. "When you can't stop thinking about them and when you're with them, you can't keep your hands to yourself."

I feel my cheeks flush and she grins knowingly.

"What do you mean, 'you remember what it was like'?" Shiv's voice is incredulous as she looks at her friend. "You and Ro are the most touchy-feely couple that's ever existed. You two will last half hour max in the bar tonight, before you're sneaking off back to the hotel."

Lex rolls her eyes. "Now you know damn well that is not my doing."

"I beg to differ." Shiv points to her friend's behind. "This has a huge part in it."

Lex slaps her hand away, her cheeks reddening as she catches my eye. "Sorry about her, she always over-steps the mark."

I shrug away her apology. Given the way Roman was looking at her earlier, I have no doubt that all she has to do was smile and he'll be whisking her away.

Another shiver runs through me. I wonder what it would be like to be looked at like that. And then I swallow hard as I remember the times that Dean's hands have crept under my shirt as I brew coffee, ignoring the black smudges under my eyes, batting away my excuses of morning breath and stale sex sweat. I lower my eyes to my lap, reliving how he'd fist my hair and pull my head back against his shoulder, his eyes dark with lust. And I allow myself a small smile. Maybe I already have someone who looks at me like that and I've only just realised.

Dean's hand slides up my thigh under the table, squeezing gently as he takes a swig of beer. My own hand tightens around the base of my own bottle as I desperately try to pay attention to whatever Lex and Roman are talking about.

We're all squished onto a tiny table at the back of a bar, where the music is only vaguely deafening. Seth and Shiv declined to join us, Lex winking at me as they made their excuses about an early start. But the way Roman's arm keeps sliding over her shoulders, pulling her into his side, whispering in her ear? I feel like Dean and I will be the last couple standing. Even if his hand is creeping further and further up my thigh.

I spent the rest of the show with Lex and Shiv as they swapped friendly jibes with each other in between questions about myself and them giving me the rundown of how everything worked. We moved away from catering once the show started, Lex leading the way to Roman's locker-room where we sat and watched the show on a screen. The second Dean emerged, I knew they were telling the truth earlier. I couldn't bring myself to look away, no matter how much I winced my way through his match. I couldn't seem to focus on anything other than him, my heart pounding fiercely, my palms moist as my eyes followed his every move. It was only when it was over that I let go of a shaky breath.

Lex directed me down the corridor to where she knew I could find him post-match. But as I approached, he was pulled aside for post-match interview and I had to hang back, leaning against the cool brick wall as he slipped effortlessly back into character. His raspy voice echoed down towards me, goosebumps forming on my skin as I watched him work. And then he was moving towards me, head down as I held my breath, waiting for him to look up. He almost walked right past me, until I coughed and his head jerked up at the noise, a sly grin spreading across his face when he saw me. His mouth was hot, his wrist straps rough against my shoulder as he pressed me against the wall.

The music cranks up a notch and I lose the thread of Lex and Roman's conversation in the noise. I raise my drink instead and then freeze as I feel Dean's breath tickling my ear. He chuckles lowly, his free hand sliding between my lower back and the chair as he shifts a closer.

I can make a love to you, baby
In an hours time

His voice sends a familiar jolt through my body, the words raspy and low as his tongue flicks my ear lobe. He continues to murmur odd lines to me, his fingers drumming to the beat on my thigh as I fight between pushing him away, urging him to stop or pulling him closer, twisting in my chair to kiss him and let him manhandle my body any way he pleases.

"Stop it," I chide softly as he spreads his fingers across my back, his pinky grazing the waistband of my pants and then sliding inside to scratch along the trim of my panties.

"You really want me to stop?" His voice is laced with seduction. "Because I don't see you moving away from me or clamping my hand between your thighs."

His fingers dip along my inner thigh and I instantly squeeze my legs together. A rumbling laugh rips through him as he slips his hand from under my shirt and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him.

But his mouth is still at my ear. "Can't wait to feel those thighs around my head later."

I cast a nervous glance across the table, but Lex and Roman are more than preoccupied with their own low-voiced conversation.

"Yeah?" I swallow hard and then grin. "You gonna remember to hold me up this time?"

He groans. "Why you gotta bring that up?"

"Hey, I thought you'd take it as a compliment." Now it's my turn to kick it up a level, time for my hand to slide over his jean-clad thigh and dig my fingers in. "Your tongue is that good, it just makes me fall apart."

I let go a soft moan for emphasis as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"See? Two can play at this game," I grin as I squeeze his thigh once again. "And don't you even try and say that I don't play fair, because you are just as bad, if not worse."

He pouts for a second and then a sly smirk tugs at his lips. "So I guess this makes this my move."

"Sure. Do your worst."

"My worst huh? Don't you want me at my best, darlin'?"

I go to open my mouth to reply, when the music changes and Dean's eyes light up. With his head nodding to the beat of the song, he pushes back his chair and tugs me to my feet.

"What are you doing?" I laugh as he pulls me away from the table.

"My move. Or rather, moves."

"You dance?"

"I don't know if others would call it dancing, but sure."

He raises his arm, offering me to twirl underneath it and I oblige him before he pulls me against him, his hands sliding down my back to my waist as his mouth finds my ear and I'm once again treated to his dulcet tones.

Baby, here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta come with me

My own hands slide up to his shoulders as he pulls back, still singing. His eyes are dark though and I gulp back a groan as they slowly drop from my face and rake over my upper body.

I have got some good old lovin'
And I got some more in store
When I get to thrown' it on you
You gotta come back for more

He raises his arm again, his fingers twisting around mine as I turn. But I'm back in his arms before I can make a full rotation, his stubble scratching my shoulder as he holds me close.

Boys are things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle now

Yes, I am

I can't help but rock my head back against his shoulder and giggle. I can feel his smirk as his lips press against my shoulder. My hands slide over his which are placed on my hips, holding them firm as he rocks me to the beat, his lips moving to my cheek for a brief second before they shift back to my ear.

Action speaks louder than words
And I'm a man of great experience
I know you've got another man
But I can love you better than him

I swallow hard as he spins me around again, his forehead pressed against mine as his fingers lace around mine. His lower body is pressed against mine as he twists my arms behind my back, locking them with his as he sings breathlessly against my mouth.

Take my hand don't be afraid
I'm gonna prove every word I say
I'm advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

His hands squeeze my wrists before letting go, but I'm too caught up with his teasing mouth brushing over mine. So his fingers catch hold again as he brings my hands up to curl around his neck with a grin.

Boys – they come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing but ten cent lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle now
Yes, I am

"Let's go," I manage to squeak out.

"Go?"

"Go."

"So did I win?"

"You always win."