Dean came home around 9 AM the next morning. Ivy was already up and she stood leaning against the doorframe between the livingroom and the kitchen while smirking at her older brother.
"What?" He asked, trying to sound annoyed but he couldn't stop smiling.
"You usually don't stay out the entire night. She must have been really special," she said.
"She is," he admitted.
"Who is she?" She asked.
"This cute little blonde from work," he answered.
"Does she have a name?" She asked.
"Renee," he answered.
"Renee... I like it," she said before pushing herself away from the doorframe and turning back into the kitchen, calling out for him over her shoulder. "There's coffee if you want."
He followed her into the kitchen and sat down.
"It's different this time, sis. I've had my eye on her for a long time but I never thought in a million years that she was interested in me too," he said.
"Why wouldn't she be? You're a good man," she said.
"It's just hard. I never know who to trust. You know how it is," he said.
"I know," she said and squeezed his shoulder before sitting down across from him.
For a few seconds they sat in silence, sipping on their coffees.
"By the way, Roman ended up in your bed. Good thing you didn't come home or you would have gotten the couch this time around," she said.
"Why is he here?" He asked.
"He said he cleared it with you to spend the night here," she said.
"We never had such conversation. He took off pretty early last night. How on earth did he end up here with you?" He asked.
"He came by the bar. Annoying as always but he sure could drink tequila," she answered.
"I can imagine," he chuckled.
She stood up.
"I'm gonna go out. Oh, and by the way, you should know I fucked Roman last night. Just so you don't get surprised if he tells you once he gets out of bed," she said as she started to walk out of the room.
He was quick at his feet, grabbing her wrist.
"Wait a minute," he said.
She turned around with a grin on her face.
"What? I know what you're thinking and I still don't like him but I can't deny he's hot. One thing just led to another and we ended up in bed together. No big deal," she said.
"At least tell me you enjoyed yourself so I don't have to kick his ass again," he said.
"I did. He got skills. He could use some training in foreplay though as it is nonexistent although I probably shouldn't be blaming him for that seeing how it all went down last night," she said.
He let go off her wrist.
"Is this why you're taking off this early? Don't care to meet him this morning?" He asked.
"Yeah, don't really care about seeing him at all. He's still a dick," she said.
"Well, you sure found out that he has a dick," he teased.
She slapped him on top of his head while he laughed.
"So, Renee, huh? Can't wait to meet her," she finally said and winked before taking off.
None of them knew Roman was awake and had been listening in on their conversation. He was on his way out and as soon as he opened the door to Dean's room, he had heard them talking about him. He had kept the door ajar and listened and he didn't like what he heard. He had no foreplay skills? She didn't care to see him? He just had to show her some other time. He waited till he heard the frontdoor open and close before finally getting out of the room and walking to the kitchen where Dean was still sitting.
Dean looked at him intensely.
"You got something you wanna tell me, big dog?" He asked.
"You already know. I heard you talk about it," Roman answered.
Dean's eyes just kept burning their way into Roman's skin.
"Am I supposed to apologize for this, Dean?" Roman asked.
"No, she sleeps with whoever she wants to. That's none of my business. I'm just trying to figure out how you two ended up together since you practical hate each other," Dean answered.
"Tequila," Roman said.
"So you took advantage of my drunk sister?" Dean asked.
"It's not like that and you know it," Roman defended himself.
"Yeah, I know. Still just can't wrap my head around what happened. I guess you should have been here to understand," Dean said.
The next five days came and went with practise as usual. Each day she would go there, watching them. Roman felt like she was there to mess with his brain. She never mentioned their night together with a word and neither did Dean, leaving Seth completely unaware about what had happened. Still Seth and her were bonding and on the fifth day he was suppose to take her out for coffee after practise. That didn't sit well with Roman. Coffee might sound innocent but he knew better. He knew what she would probably do and he knew what Seth would want as well and he just didn't wanna see it happen.
Seth jumped out of the ring and walked over to her.
"So I'm just gonna shower and change and then we'll go," he said.
"Good. I'll wait by the car," she said.
She turned around and walked outside.
Roman walked to the locker room with Seth and Dean.
"I forgot my towel. I'm gonna shower at home today," he said.
He quickly changed and hurried out of the locker room. He needed to be fast before Seth and Dean would be done and come out to catch them.
He smiled as he opened the door to the outside and saw her. She was leaning up against Dean's car that luckily wasn't parked too close to the gym. She had her back against him and he quickly walked towards the car. In that moment he felt like a predator hunting his prey. He walked around the car and got in her view. He dropped his bag on the ground and went to stand right in front of her.
"You're poison," he said.
"Wow, poison Ivy. You thought of that all on your own? Not like I haven't been called that a million times before," she said.
"What exactly is your game here today?" He asked.
"My game?" She asked back.
He leaned his palms on the roof of the car on each side of her head, trapping her between him and the car.
"What are you plans with Seth?" He asked in a low tone.
"Coffee to begin with," she answered.
"And then?" He asked.
"I haven't thought that far yet but when I figure it out, it will be none of your business," she answered.
He grunted. She had some nerves telling him off like that. She needed to be put in her place. He removed his right hand from the car and let his index finger slide down her body from her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach. He stopped as he reached her pants, lingering for a second on the button. His eyes looked straight into hers.
"Coming here wearing those tight leather pants fully aware how it effects Seth to see you in them. I told you not to put your hands on him," he growled and opened the button.
"And if I do?" She asked, never breaking eye contact with him although she was full aware that he was trying to cross the line.
She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of trying to get away from him. After all, why would she? He didn't scare her.
"If you do, I just have to put you in your place," he growled and pulled down the zipper.
"And what is my place?" She asked.
He stuck his hand down her pants and down her underwear, slowly starting to touch her. He leaned in so his mouth was right next to her ear. His hand started moving faster as he talked in her ear with a low, dark voice.
"Seth will never be able to do to you what I do. He will never be able to satisfy you like I am right now. He will never make you feel like I do right now. He will never make you cum as good as I can," he said.
She grabbed his shirt and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as she came. He leaned back out again, his eyes catching hers again as he slowly pulled his hand out of her pants and licked his fingers.
"How was that for foreplay?" He asked.
It was in that moment she knew he had been listening in on their conversation that morning five days ago and it made her mad that he had done that. That was just rude. She hurried to close her pants. She looked at him again and just shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal.
"Even on a parking lot in full daylight you're willing to give yourself away. I rest my case," he said.
He was mad that she had given him a shoulder shrug instead of the answer that he really wanted to hear and he just wanted to hurt her back. A quick look over her shoulder and he stepped backwards a bit. Seth and Dean were making their way over to them.
"Ready to go?" Seth asked.
"More than I'll ever be," she answered and smiled.
"You wanna hang out today?" Roman asked Dean before Seth and Ivy were leaving.
"Sure. Videogames and chilling?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Just let me shower at your place. How about I cook my famous spaghetti carbonara tonight?" Roman asked.
"That sounds like a plan," Dean answered.
"How about you? You're joining us for dinner later on after your little coffee date?" Roman asked Ivy.
"Don't worry, I'll have her home in good time," Seth answered before she could say anything.
"Dinner at 6," Roman said.
"Yes, dad," Seth fired back as he started to walk away with her.
Roman smiled to himself. He felt slightly better about the whole situation right now. It was limited how erotic anyone could find a coffee date.
Several hours later Roman was in the kitchen cooking when Dean came out there.
"I just got a text from Ivy. She's not gonna make it," he said.
"What do you mean she's not gonna make it?" Roman asked, feeling the anger boil just below the surface.
"I don't know. She just wrote that she won't be home for dinner," Dean answered.
Roman was angry and the anger only got worse as the hours progressed and she still didn't make it home. As the clock stroke 11 PM, Dean yawned and said he was ready to call it the day. Roman had no choice but to leave the house and he hated doing it since she still hadn't come home. He felt angry with Seth as well. That man must have good game if he could turn a coffee date into dinner and whatever else followed after since she still was gone. He went to his car and drove home, not understanding why she could bring out such anger in him. He kept telling himself it was because of how she was, that Seth didn't deserve being brought down to her level.
