Ginny smiled coyly as she shut the door behind her and turned the lock. She hoped above all hope that her giddy excitement - like a little girl - was smothered deeply beneath a sexy dress and allure, and she turned the lock, savoring the sound of the mechanism as it clicked into place. Because that small lock guaranteed privacy, however brief, and at that very moment, she could hardly believe that she was finally in the same room as him, after all these years.

Dean watched her guardedly and she moved across the room towards him, running her hands up his arms and she sucked in a breath as she took him in - God, he was beautiful. Ginny felt as though her heart would burst through her chest all the while fighting off the creeping dread that this was all a terribly seductive dream that would end the moment that Dean opened his mouth. And yet, she continued to smile at him and knew that she would never regret what came after this moment if it meant that she had him, even if for a brief moment.

"Gin," he breathed and Ginny closed her eyes, committing the sound of her name from his mouth to her deepest, most precious memories. "I've missed you. God, I've missed you so much." Dean whispered, and he brought his hand to her cheek, gently pushing a fallen strand of hair back from her face. Ginny lifted her hand to cover his and opened her eyes, suddenly startled to see all traces of her Dean washed away and replaced with a cold, hard gaze at her hand. He let his hand drop and stepped out of her touch, but grabbed her hand - her left hand - and stared accusingly at the engagement and wedding rings that adorned her finger.

"Dean," she said and tried to pull her hand free but he held fast, tightly and Ginny winced as her fingers were pushed painfully together. "That isn't important-"

"Really?" He snarled and dropped her hand, stepping away and turning his back to her. "How can you say that? You're still wearing your ring. You told me you two were breaking up-"

"And we are," Ginny said, pleading. She reached out, running her hands down the length of Dean's arms and when he tensed, his entire body tightening at her touch, Ginny felt as though she could cry. "We are," she said softly. "But it's not like he's my boyfriend and I'm going to dump him… Divorce is more complicated.

"You shouldn't have married him to begin with."

"Do you think that I don't know that?" Ginny snapped and then she stopped, sucking in a breath and willing herself to calm down. She hadn't seen Dean in two years and she would be damned if she ruined it or let Dean get away again. "Dean. I'm working on it, I promise you that." She slid her arms around his waist and hugged him, resting her cheek against his back. After a moment, she felt his hands come up and encircle hers and she sighed a breath of relief. Dean pulled her hand up and pressed a soft kiss to her skin and she shivered.