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I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

"Dean, I..."

Sophia stops and closes her mouth with a click.

Dean watches her with soft eyes. She seems wary. Still confused. Unsure. Her hands twist the hem of her button down shirt and her gaze flickers between his face and floor.

He steps toward her, taking her hand. Raising it to his mouth, he dusts his lips over her knuckles. Unclenching her fist, he presses a lingering kiss on her palm.

Moving closer still, he slides an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She's not quite stiff, but not entirely relaxed either. He tightens his hold, burying his face in her hair, breathing deeply.

"I missed you," he murmurs. "God, I missed you."

She flinches, tries to move away, but he doesn't release her. "Dean, wait..."

He shakes his head, brushing his lips over hers. "Later," he whispers. He lets go of her hand and snakes his own into her hair, tilting her head up. "I want you."

Her eyes search his and seconds later, she melts against him, her arms wrapping around his waist. Her lips search for his, hungry and almost desperate in her relief.

"Huh uh," he murmurs, stilling her, the glimmer of a smile crossing his face. His mouth ghosts over hers, tongue flicking sensually over her lower lip. "No rush, babe."

She shivers and her eyes drift closed. He feels her let go. Surrender.

His mouth finds hers, soft and tender. Slow. His tongue traces over her lips and she opens for him instantly. Leisurely, he slides his tongue along hers, almost groaning as he tastes the warmth of her mouth for the first time in weeks. She tastes like whiskey. His whiskey.

The air in the room crackles with the tension between them. Sophia shifts against him, whimpering softly as he teases her with his kisses. Her fingers dance over the back of his neck, urging him closer, asking for more.

Then he feels her palms under his denim shirt, trying to push it off his shoulders. He untangles his fingers from her hair so she can remove it, but doesn't stop as his mouth moves along her jaw to her ear and down over her neck.

Her hands are now under his t-shirt, sliding over his stomach and around his waist before moving up over his back. He hums his pleasure at the feel of her touch.

Taking her mouth in another languid kiss, his fingers find the buttons on her shirt. The disks slip from their holes as quickly as he can undo them. He needs more of her skin.

As the last button gives way, he pushes the shirt away. Her bra is next and he growls as his hands sweep over the newly exposed flesh. Leaning into her, he starts to walk her back toward the bed.

She steps back with him. She tugs on his t-shirt with a little whine.

He reaches back and pulls it off in one smooth motion before pulling her back tight against him. They both sigh as hot skin meets and fuses.

Releasing her lips reluctantly, he pulls the covers back on the bed. He lays her down and settles over her. He touches her almost lazily, one hand slipping over her neck, collarbone, gliding around the side of her breast and along the curve of her waist.

Her skin feels like silk under his calloused hands. She's warm and alive. Here. In his arms again. He raises his gaze to hers, hoping she can see what he's feeling. What she means to him. All those things he didn't say when she left.

What he sees in hers makes him suck in a breath. They're damp with unshed tears. Guilt wars with love and desire. The weight of the emotions is almost crushing and pushes him to react.

Cupping her cheek, he kisses her again. "It's ok, baby," he whispers, thumb brushing her cheekbone. "I promise."

Her lip trembles. She nods slowly, trying a tremulous smile. "Make love to me."

His need flares instantly back to life as she arches against him. He kisses his way down her neck and across her chest. His tongue flirts with the underside of her breast and he hears her soft moan.

Unable to deny himself any more, he draws her nipple into his mouth with agonizing slowness. Flicking his tongue over it, he sucks and teases until they're both panting.

Her denim covered thigh hitches up over his hip and he feels the fabric tease his back. He grinds into her, growling in response to her groan.

The jeans need to go. He wants her naked beneath him. Needs it. Needs her stripped bare. Needs so much.

His fingers find the snap and zipper on her jeans and then he's dragging them down, along with her panties. He kisses his way up over her legs, his mouth finding every spot that turns her on. He knows her body better than his own and he's determined to taste it all. Push every button. Make her his again.

There's the spot behind her knee. And her inner thigh. And the curve of her hip. He stops there, biting and sucking, making her writhe beneath him. He knows there'll be a mark there tomorrow. A reminder.

Slowly, he makes his way to the center of her heat. His tongue flicks over her and her hips jerk upward as she gasps. He alternates teasing flicks with long strokes. His fingers join, sliding inside, feeling her slickness, bringing her closer.

He can hear her panting breath and mews of pleasure as he devours her. His own body tightens in response as he feels her rippling around his fingers. Stopping just shy of her release, he slides up over her, grinning at her cry of disappointment.

When he rolls off her, he hears her whimper of protest and sees her shiver lightly. "Shhhh," he murmurs as she strips off his remaining clothes before covering her again with his warm body.

His mouth captures hers as he tangles their fingers together. Her free hand slips over his back and her hips raise his. "Please..." she begs when he breaks the kiss.

He joins them in one thrust, then stops, his eyes slamming closed as he feels her body tighten around him. "Oh yes..."

Opening his eyes, his gaze finds and holds hers as he begins to move. Slowly. Deliberately. Finding a rhythm that both satisfies and promises oh so much more.

His hand drifts down to her thigh, stroking up to her knee and back, then moving to cup her bottom as he continues to rock against her. Burying his face in her neck, he whispers, "God, I need you. Need you so much."

She wraps one leg around his waist, lifting her hips to take him deeper. She sighs his name, her breath harsh, her body begging for release.

His rhythm breaks when he feels her teeth on his shoulder and she arches into him with a strangled cry. He moves jerkily, thrusting erratically as he feels her throbbing around him. And then he's falling, calling her name as his orgasm tears through him.

He collapses over her, breathing hard. Feeling her wrap around him, he smiles. He's back where he belongs. In her arms.

~~~SPN~~~

Sophia wakes with a start, eyes flying open. She's not sure what woke her exactly, but it has her slipping silently from the bed, out of Dean's warm embrace.

She snags Dean's t-shirt off the floor and pulls it over her head. Sucking in a deep breath, she closes her eyes for a moment as his scent washes over her. Clean and masculine and unmistakeably him.

Moving toward the window at the back of the room, she pushes back the curtains and stares out into the darkness. She fiddles with the hem of the t-shirt as her thoughts go to Dean.

If she's honest, she knows what drove her from the bed. What has her staring pensively out the window. She's still not sure what happened here tonight. Besides the absolutely mind-blowing sex, of course. She flushes slightly as she remembers his body over hers, his eyes shining, their fingers laced together.

He said it was ok. He promised. But... She sighs softly. She'd run out on him. One of the worst things she could do to Dean, really. But now he was here. He'd loved her. Her hand slips under the t-shirt graze the skin over her hip. He'd marked her as his, for God's sake.

But...

She can't stop the parade of doubts through her head. Were they really going to be alright?

A sharp gasp escapes her as a pair of strong arms slide around her waist. She's so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't heard him get up.

"You're thinking so loud, it woke me up," he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

She laughs softly. "Sorry about that."

He turns her in his arms, tilting her face up to his. "I meant it," he whispers, brushing his lips over hers.

"Meant what?"

"It's ok. We're ok. I meant it."

Her eyes find his. She sees nothing in them but love. And lust. "I'm sorry, Dean," she blurts, wanting to say it before he stops her again. Needing to tell him. "I'm sorry I walked away. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry."

"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I didn't stop you. I should have told you."

She frowns in confusion. "Told me what?"

His eyes drift from hers and he tenses slightly. "I should have asked you to stay." He sighs. "I should have told you...I should have told you...everything," he mumbles.

She stares at him, hardly able to breathe. Then she takes his face in her hands and kisses him deeply. Breaking the kiss, she says softly, "I love you too."

With that, it's like something inside him snaps. His mouth is back on hers, demanding. Taking. He pushes her back against the small table by the window, then lifts her onto it.

"Mine," he whispers hotly as his hands slide under the smooth fabric of the t-shirt and over her suddenly superheated skin. "Mine."

"Yes."

Her simple answer seems to push his already shredded control to the brink. He yanks the shirt off and his hot mouth finds her breast, his tongue almost punishing.

She arches into him, her fingernails raking down his back. "Yes," she says again, this time on a moan.

He lifts his head, his gaze meeting hers as he slips a hand between them, teasing her. "Want you," he growls. "Now."

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulls him to her. "Take me," she says huskily. "Take what's yours."

He thrusts into her with a deep groan, his head falling to her shoulder.

This time there's no slow and steady pace. No deliberate build up. No teasing. Just raw, unfiltered, unrestrained need.

His fingers find the bundle of nerves at her center and swirl over it, driving her mercifully to the edge.

All she can do is hang on as the tension explodes, and she goes rigid, gasping his name. He's not far behind her, a harsh groan escaping him as he climaxes.

A few moments later, when they can both breathe again, he lifts her and carries her back to the bed.

She curls into his arms, suddenly exhausted again. She feels him kiss her head and then she's lost to sleep.

~~~SPN~~~

Sophia's eyes flutter open slowly the next time she awakens. A slow, cat that got the cream grin crosses her face as she stretches, her body aching deliciously.

She reaches across the bed, but finds empty sheets. With a frown, she sits up and looks around.

A moment of panic seizes her. Surely he hadn't... He said they were ok. He'd made love to her. Pushing the sheet down, she sees the mark on her hip. It wasn't all a dream.

Her phone chirps from the nightstand, signaling a text message.

Picking it up, she sighs in relief as she sees the sender's name. Smiling giddily, she reads the three words, then map coordinates and a time.

After quickly glancing at the clock next to her, she tosses the phone aside and hops from the bed. Yup, there's just enough time for a hot shower before she gets on the road.