"So this man..." Wednesday started.
"Curtis," April said his name again.
"Can he be trusted?" Wednesday asked.
"He's a psychologist and also a friend of mine. Yes, he can be trusted," April answered.

She looked at her little sister, seeing how she was gnawing at her bottom lip, clearly scared and uncomfortable about the whole situation. For five years all she wanted to do was talk about that night and now that she had the opportunity, she was scared. She wanted to talk to Dean, not some stranger.

"Hey Wednesday," April pulled her in for a hug. "Talk to Curtis. Don't hold back. Tell him everything about that night, Dean, the drugs. Everything."

Wednesday nodded and blew out her breath.

"9?" She asked.
"Yes, he'll be here at 9," April confirmed.
"Okay, I can do this," Wednesday said lowly.
"I know you can and if you do this right all week as promised, you'll get a treat Saturday," April said.
"A treat? Like a dog?" Wednesday asked.
"You're not a dog," April laughed. "But something might be coming your way Saturday night. Guess you'll have to do your best to earn it."

Wednesday did try her best. Even though it scared the shit out of her to talk to this stranger Curtis, she managed to do so and once she had opened her mouth, the words just kept coming. Words and tears, feelings stuffed away for too long surfaced and everything got out there. By the end of each day she was mentally drained but in a good way and she slept heavily each night.

It wasn't like a week of talking would make everything good again. No one had that delusion. But it got her to a point where she felt like she could breathe again, where she felt like she actually deserved to breathe.

"Who is he?" Wednesday asked as she saw April do a final check in the mirror.
"His name is Bo and he's a friend of Curtis. I've met him a couple of times before. He's actually kind of cute and if I remember correctly, he's also good at making conversation," April answered.
"My sister's going on a date," Wednesday rolled over on her back in April's bed and looked up in the ceiling. "I wonder if I'll ever go again. Dean was the last and only guy to ever take me out on a date."
"You haven't been with anyone since him?" April asked.
"I might have fucked up everything else in my life but the one thing I never did was sleep around," Wednesday answered.

The door beel rang and Wednesday sat up with a confused look. April had told her she was meeting Bo at the restaurant so it wasn't him coming to pick her up. A little knowing smirk crawled up on April's face.

"It's your treat," she said and winked. "For being a good girl all week."
"I'm getting pizza?" Wednesday asked.
"Nope, something better," April answered.

She walked out of the bedroom and Wednesday left the bed and followed her. Her entire face dropped as April opened the door and Dean stood there with a box of pizza in his hands.

"Looks like you are getting pizza after all," April chuckled and looked at her sister.
"What is he doing here?" Wednesday whispered.
"He's your treat," April smiled.
"You could have warned me," Wednesday said.
"Can I come in? It's kinda awkward standing here listening to you," Dean interrupted.

April stepped aside and let him in. Before Wednesday could object, April had grabbed her coat and was out of the door.

"Pizza?" Dean offered. "It's already cut into slices. We can dig straight in."
"I'll get the coke," She said.
"Coke? I thought you were off the drugs," Dean chuckled.

She gave him a hard stare and he immetiately stopped laughing.

"Sorry, too soon," he mumbled. "I'll be in the livingroom."

He mentally kicked himself. That was the most stupid thing to say and she didn't deserve it. He sat down on the couch and opened the box, taking in the lovely smell of pizza as it hit his nostrils. She came in a minute later with a bottle of coke and two glasses. Awkwardly they both started eating in silence but as awkward as it was, it also felt really good being close to each other again.

"How was it?" She suddenly asked.
"How was what?" He asked.
"Jail. I mean, I know it wasn't good but did you survive alright in there? You didn't become anyone's bitch?" She asked.

He laughed at her being so forward and shook his head.

"No, baby, that title has always been preserved for you," he said.
"You're still my bitch?" She laughed.
"Always will be," he said and winked. "But I did have to fight. A lot. Luckily they quickly learned they couldn't take me."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't be. I chose this. I know you never asked me to. I did it on my own. Not once have I ever blamed you for my choice. I wanted you to have a normal life and make something out of it," he said.

She looked down ashamed. She had thrown away her life while he was expecting her to become something. His hand moved to her cheek and he forced her head back up to look at him.

"Baby," he said lowly and moved closer, placing his free arm around her shoulders while he stroked her cheek with the other hand. "The thought of one day seeing you again is what kept me going in there. The thought of talking to you again, sitting close to you like this again, holding you again, kissing you..."

His voice trailed off as he moved in close and gently pressed his lips against hers. She snapped after her breath against his lips and he knew she was starting to cry. The kiss was soft, he didn't wanna push it without her permission.

"Dean," she whispered as she reached up to grab his shirt. "I missed you so much."

He wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her up on his lap. His lips found hers again only this time he parted them to kiss her deeply. He groaned at the feeling of her tongue, having spent five years trying to remember how it was kissing her. He lowered her down on the couch while moving on top of her, still kissing her while his hand moved under her shirt.

"Be gentle," she pleaded. "It's been five years."

He moved his head out to look at her.

"You haven't been with anyone since me?" He asked surprised.
"I couldn't," she answered.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face. She had been waiting for him. She was still his in every sense of the word and nothing in the world could make him more happy. He moved away from her and helped her up from the couch too.

"You don't want to?" She asked confused.
"Oh, I want to, baby. I want to so fucking bad," he smirked and kissed her again. "But five years? No fucking way we're doing a quickie on the couch."

He knew he was probably gonna blow fast the first time. The only love his dick had gotten for five years came from his right hand, occasionally cheating on it with the left hand, but feeling a real woman again would have him blow in no time. She deserved more than that. She deserved his full attention and to be satisfied as well.

"Lead me to your room," he said and took her hand.

She gave him a warm smile and then led the way. He closed the door behind him, pulling her close by her hips in no time, kissing her again while slowly getting her down on the bed.

He took his time undressing her. His lips and fingers roaming all over her body, taking in everything he had missed for five long years. Nothing had really changed when it came to her body. And most importantly, nothing had changed when it came to what she was like when he pleasured her. She was still giggling the way he remembered when he kissed her stomach, she was still sighing the way he remembered when he kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs, and she was still moaning the way he remembered when his tongue ran over her clit. The sweet sound of his name falling over her lips as he made her cum was also the same and he loved hearing it again.

"I apologize in advance," he said as he moved up to lie on top of her.
"What for?" She asked.
"Five years without being inside you? Baby, it's gonna be a short ride and I'm sorry for that," he said.
"But that's just the first time, right?" She giggled a little.
"Let's hope so. I'm up for keep trying until I'm back in the game like I used to," he giggled back.

He started pushing himself inside her, keeping his eyes on her face so he could see if she felt any discomfort. Once fully inside he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"You good?" He asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"I love you, baby," he said as he started thrusting slowly.
"I love you too," she whispered.

No, he wasn't gonna last at all. If feeling her wasn't enough she had just said she loved him too and that was even better than having sex with her again. He sped up a little, still trying his hardest to be gentle and actually last but it only took a couple of minutes before he blew his load. He laid still on top of her, kissing her neck and stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry," he said again.
"I'm up for keep trying too," she said and bit down on his shoulder.
"Oh, my naughty baby is still there," he chuckled and bit back down on her neck.
"Mmm, baby, I never went away," she moaned.