WARNING! VERY VERY VERY EXPLICIT! IF YOU DON'T LIKE LOVE SCENES THEN DO NOT READ!

"He tried!?"

Her voice rose, above the music of the bar causing everyone to turn their heads and stare at her.

"HE TRIED FUCKING WHAT."

Slamming the phone onto the bar counter, she could hear the screen shatter, as she did the pms stomp out of there. Everyone was staring but let's face it. Reby… Hearing the pounding on his door he rolled his eyes. He knew exactly who it was just by the angry knocking. He tossed his phone back and stretched. He rose from the bed, bottle in hand and walked over to the door checking the peephole then laughing to himself. He opened the door,

"Well what a fucking surprise!"

Hearing the pounding on his door he rolled his eyes. He knew exactly who it was just by the angry knocking. He tossed his phone back and stretched. He rose from the bed, bottle in hand and walked over to the door checking the peephole then laughing to himself. He opened the door,

"Well what a fucking surprise!"

"I'm so fucking glad you know sarcasm!"

Reby spat towards him, as she jabbed a finger into his chest.

"What did you fucking try, Dean."

She questioned.

"I want to know, but if you were trying to make me feel shitty for being me, then WOO. Success for you. I'll give you a motherfucking sticker."

Reby threw her hair over her shoulder, again poking him in the chest roughly.

"OH! Or was it making me feel like shit for annoying you JUST SO YOU'D FUCKING TALK TO ME."

Reby shouted the last part, gaining attention from people in the hall. He pulled her by the arm into the room slamming the door. He didn't need people listening in on his problems,

"Will you stop fucking shouting?"

He touched his chest where she'd poked him,

"You have it all wrong. I was trying to fucking be civil with you! I know it's hard to fucking believe but I was trying not to be too hard on you. You're still acting like a bitch I see but then again I'd expect no less from you."

He crossed his arms over his chest staying the hell away from her. Reby stumbled and almost hit the ground as he yanked her inside. She yanked his arm from his hand as she sent him a nasty glare.

"Yes, let's be fucking civil with someone who's beyond drunk and has been called a homewrecker, told she's an attention whore, that she should basically off herself."

She made a 'are u fucking kidding me' look.

"That's really fucking smart. You every think I'm a bitch to YOU for a FUCKING REASON."

She hadn't exactly wanted that to come out of her mouth, but too late now. Dean laughed,

"You're a crazy bitch you know that? Who the fuck cares what people think? If you believe what they say then maybe it is true. I want to be civil because I'm tired of fucking drama this week. Excuse me for fucking wanting a tiny shred of peace."

He wanted to strangle her for coming into his life again. Why couldn't she stay the hell away?

"What the fuck is your reason? Please enlighten me!"

"I DO."

Reby growled, despite her hard exterior she tried. All the shit with Matt, and now the vicious anons she was getting cause of Dean. She couldn't take much more, and that's maybe why she was cracking and breaking down.

"Imagine getting that every day of your life, Dean. You can only take so much."

She spat sharply, before her stomach lurched violently as she thought about telling him. Her face became softer, almost sad as she just stared at him.

"..If you don't know already, there's no point."

She said, quiet. The alcohol was making her sick.

"..I'm going to puke."

Dean shook his head confused,

"Speaking in riddles wont solve your fucking problem. If you've got something to fucking say then fucking say it. I'm not going to guess what the fuck is on your mind."

He raised his fist biting down on his finger to keep from yelling.

"You're starting to piss me the fuck off so spit it out already or get the fuck out."

He watched as she started to become ill,

"If you're going to puke go to the fucking bathroom."

He pointed sharply to the right and made a disgusted face at her. Reby glared at him, unable to have words come to her mouth. She only wanted to vomit at the moment, and her mind was a cluster fuck of thoughts.

"…"

Silence greeted him for a long while, before she started to move to the bathroom. Right before going in, she looked at him.

"..I'm absolutely fucking crazy about you, and would give everything in my life for one…fucking chance to be with you."

With that, she slammed the door behind her and took to being ill over the toilet. He stood there as she went into the bathroom slamming the door and stared at it. His thought first to his girlfriend and then to Reby. He shook his head, this was not the time to be fucking honest with him. He had enough problems as it was. He felt sick and angry. He grabbed the bottle he'd dropped and took a swig sitting on the bed waiting for her to come back out. Reby took a long time before coming on, in fact she even bothered his toothpaste to finger brush her teeth because puke tasted disgusting. She stood behind the door with her head thumping against it lightly. Bad, bad decision. She couldn't have just shut up, and let him go on hating her. Well, no like it mattered. He was definitely hating her now, and she could basically feel it through the door. Opening it finally, she just blankly stared at him.

"Borrowed your toothpaste, just so you know."

She supported herself on the door frame, hoping he'd just tell her to get out and not wish to discuss anything. Dean had drunk enough to push past the thoughts burning in his mind. She'd taken so long he'd forgotten everything that he'd been ready to say. Seeing her come out made his gasp for air. Now he had to deal with it.

"It's fine."

He said loosely then rose to his feet and made his way over to her. He pushed her against the wall hard and looked directly into her eyes,

"Bitch."

He had his hand over her throat.

"You fucking bitch…"

He shook his head leaning closer unsure of what he was about to do, if he should even do it. Reby hadn't expected that, and as her back hit the wall, she let more of a whimper. Her eyes shut tight, frightened. She wasn't the tallest woman around, and she had removed her platforms in the bathroom, so basically. Him over her made her feel like a tiny ant, and he was about to squish her like a bug. Not that he didn't have somewhat of a right to.

"…Don't you dare fucking hurt me."

She spat, thought her eyes were still shut tightly in pure fear. Dean inhaled trying to steady himself, he wasn't even sure what he'd planned to do.

"Hurt you? I wouldn't dare. If you opened your eyes you would know what was going on."

He waited for her to pay attention but she refused.

"Did you mean it or is this another one of your games?"

Reby opened one eye cautiously, and focused on him. Her vision was still slightly blurred, but she still focused on that face of his and stared at it.

"…Oh."

A wave of embarrassment flooded over her, but she still braced herself just in case. For all she knew, it was a trick of his.

"..What."

She questioned, before opening both of her eyes and looking him dead in the face. Dean shook his head again,

"Why fucking now? Do you realize all the shit even going on with me right now? I just told you I had a problem and here you are adding to it! We can't even stand each other!"

His other hand slammed against the wall by her head in anger. A thought crossed his mind of when he'd been with her and he shut his eyes savoring it. This was definitely not a game. Dean shook his head again,

"I'm..drunk?"

She had no real reason as to why she had told him, other than the alcohol had played a major. As his hand hit the wall, her arms instantly went up to defend herself on instinct. Her eyes shut tightly as she looked down.

"….I don't know!"

Her voice was shakey, oh how alcohol could flip you from angry to sad in about six seconds.

"..You can't stand me. I do everything I can just to talk to you..even if it means I have to annoy you and pretend to hate you."

She mumbled out, her eyes still shut tight. He put his hands over the sides of her face and tilted her head back,

"You're drunk. Good thing because so am I."

He inched closer to her mouth but he wasn't going to kiss her just getting her attention was what he'd wanted.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

He'd purposely breathed down on her lips so she'd open her eyes.

"I only hated you because you do the same with me. I can't stand you because I'm attracted to you and you're not exactly easy to get along with right now. Had I known you were only pretending I would've felt different."

Reby took a moment, but she finally opened her eyes. Her arms still stay defesively over her chest, just in case. Even though their faces were so close, she knew better than to build her hopes up and think he'd kiss her. She kept her face as cool and composed as she could. Not that she could do that well.

"..Ah, so I get it. You fucked it up, Reby for being a bitch. Could have had something great, but elohelnope."

Surprise, she told herself.

"Got it. Can I go now?"

She really didn't want to cry right infront of him. Dean shook his head,

"No, you're not going anywhere damn it. Not after this. Will you stop beating yourself up over it? I'm sick of it."

He took a deep breath. Truth was he wanted to kiss her but he was afraid of what it would do to them. He was leaning against her still with his hands over her face,

"Reby…I."

He paused trying to figure out what to say. The words he'd been thinking of had gone completely from his mind. Reby almost frowned and glanced down towards the ground. Nope, sorry Dean. She was forever going to beat herself up about it, unless you give her a reason not to.

"..Ok."

She lied, and it was rather clear she was lying. She never was a good one. As he said her name, she looked back up at him, and suddenly her heart beat faster and faster until it was about to explode from her chest.

"….What?"

She question, confused.

Dean couldn't say a damn thing he just stared at her. He knew she was lying but he knew she was stubborn so it didn't matter to him. He couldn't hold it in anymore and his heart was beating so fast, his lips aimed for hers and he kissed her roughly. Pulling her face to his so she wouldn't push him away. Reby was completely taken back from the sudden feeling of his lips against hers. Her eyes went wide as she struggled awkwardly for a second. It wasn't until she noticed how comfortable her lips felt against his, and she dropped what was left of her guard and pushed her lips back against his. Her eyes closed tightly, afraid to open them and find him no longer there and this all a dream. Reaching her arms forward, she grabbed at his shirt. She needed the support. Feeling her push back into the kiss made him want more but he wasn't exactly in any position to try it. Pulling her body to his now he pulled his lips away for a second still so close to her and really letting it sink in.

"Reby…"

He said it nervously. He wanted her to look at him and he wanted her to say something. She did not like the fact that he pulled away when she desperately wanted more, until a name crossed her mind.

"…"

A sharp frown formed on her lips, as she looked up at him. Her eyes seemed sad.

"..I'm..so sorry."

She muttered. She had become what she hated most, a homewrecker.

"…Dean. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

She started to unravel at the seams that held her precise mind together.

"I'm in..with..I can't say it."

Love.

"I'd kill to be with you, but not at the price of someone else's relationship. I've ruined that for you."

She attempted to pull away, to run from her feelings for him, to never look back, to suffer in silence. This wasn't what he'd expected to hear from her, he was hoping she'd just kiss him back and things would lead elsewhere but then he'd really thought about it all and his girlfriend came to mind. He shook his head,

"No. Don't fucking leave."

He held her arms tightly so she wouldn't run for it.

"Reby please don't. I l-fucking…son of a bitch."

He let go of her.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done this. You don't have to be sorry. I do. I'm the one in a relationship."

He stood there prepared for her to run. He'd fucked up seriously this time. Reby should have run. Right then and there, but her legs wouldn't move, and her large expressive eyes just stared at him. Her mind raced. She became what she hated most, but standing there after kissing him. It really didn't feel so bad. Maybe that was the alcohol.

"..God fucking damn it."

Reby cursed, as she turned her head.

"..Sorry, Dean."

She should have turned for the door, but instead, she stepped forward, grabbed the cuff of his shirt and pulled him right into her for another more passionate kiss. She had to stand on the tip of her toes to do such, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly.

His hands fell to her hips and he pulled her close again as they kissed passionately this time. She'd read his mind and he wasn't going to let her get away now. His tongue pushed into her mouth, he wanted to feel her tongue against his. He needed, wanted it to be something more than just this kiss. His fingers trailed up the sides of her body until he reached her head tangling his fingers through her hair and tugging her head back.

Reby soon lifted her arms to slide around his neck and hold him close to her, her chest tightly against his. As their tongue's tango'd and matched paced almost perfectly, Reby could feel her lips pulling into a soft smile. Something she had always wanted was finally hers, at least for the time being. As he tugged her hair, a soft noise of pleasure escaped her lips. Rough was her cup of tea really. Her hands tugged at the shoulders of his shoulders, hinting it shouldn't be covering him anymore. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He smiled when she'd let the sound out. It was doing things to him and he wanted her to know. He pushed against her letting out a sound of his own. He had no plans to stop this because he knew how he felt about her even if he couldn't say it. He'd always loved her even if he'd never showed it. He let go of her for a moment and started to unbutton his shirt still glued to her lips and against her tongue.

They had often fought to much for her to ever believe this could happen. Her because she wanted so hard to deny her feelings, truly believing he could never feel the same want. But as their lips meshed, and she could feel him peeling away clothing for her, her tune changed and happily. His sounds were helping that as well. Thank god, she had worn a dress to the bar. No separation from him needed. Dropping her arms from his neck, reluctantly as she twisted her arm around her back and pulled at the zipper that held that dress up against her curves. It wouldn't be long before the strapless number hit the floor. Once Dean had pealed the shirt from his body his hands were back over her hips. He noticed her pulling at her dress zipper and decided to help her. Once it was pulled down her tugged at the dress so it hit the floor. A smile on his lips as he now touched her skin with shaky fingers. He was excited and ready for things to move further but this kiss was so intoxicating to him. He felt a growing need for her and walked backwards pulling her along with him. He wasn't wasting any more time.

Oh good, she had worn matching underwear. She had honestly forgot, but the moment his shirt came off, her fingers ran slowly over his body. Inside her head, she wanted to know every dimple in his skin, every curve, all of his muscles. This is where Reby got nerves. Not because she didn't like herself naked, because she obviously does. It was more the fact if he'd enjoy it. She stumbled only slightly as he moved her back, only out of her own nerves. Trying not to laugh at herself in the kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest and shoved him back, hopefully catching him off guard enough to have him fall back onto the bed.

Just barely reaching the bed with the back of his feet she'd pushed him and he pulled her down with him as he fell onto the bed. Putting his hands over her behind and squeezing hard his lips curled up in a smile. He was hoping she'd feel him against her too. He wanted her and it was definitely showing even through his damn jeans which he was wishing would be taken off soon. Her hair was falling over his face as they continued to kiss, he moved his hands to push it back behind her ears. He wanted to see her face just as much as the rest of her.

As he squeezed her behind, her hips arched into him which only furthered her ability to feel him pressed against her through his pants. This excited her, and shocked her. She never thought he found her attractive, but it was quite obvious he did. Her hands smoothed down his chest slowly as she lifted her hips away from him as her hands found the top of his jeans. She pulled her lips and tongue from his, reluctantly as she kissed down his neck and chest, pulling at his jeans as she did so. He was excited by her movements and watched as she made her way down to his jeans knowing she was close to exposing him. He wanted her to see just what she was doing to him. As she tugged at then he let the sounds of his excitement escape him. His hands moved over her breasts. He hooked his fingers into the cups of her bra pulling them down and grabbing at her exposed breasts, squeezing them with a smile on his face.

Reby was lost in thought as her lips graced his chest lightly, and she yanked the jeans down. She had prided herself in getting one hell of a boob job, thank god. A soft moan escaped her lips, as she glanced up at him with a soft smile as her hand graced the length of him. He was already hard in her hand, but a little more foreplay couldn't hurt anyone. She swatted his hands away from her chest, so she could drop down so she was face to face with his length. If he had an issue, he'd just have to sit up to play with them some more, but as Reby put him into her mouth, she doubted it cause much problems. Reby was lost in thought as her lips graced his chest lightly, and she yanked the jeans down. She had prided herself in getting one hell of a boob job, thank god. A soft moan escaped her lips, as she glanced up at him with a soft smile as her hand graced the length of him. He was already hard in her hand, but a little more foreplay couldn't hurt anyone. She swatted his hands away from her chest, so she could drop down so she was face to face with his length. If he had an issue, he'd just have to sit up to play with them some more, but as Reby put him into her mouth, she doubted it cause much problems.

A little angry she'd swatted his hands away quickly changed as he felt her mouth over him. He bit down on his lip enjoying her taking him into her mouth and he let a moan escape as his fingers tangled into her hair. His hands tugged as he pushed her down onto him a little. He'd forgotten completely that he'd wanted to feel her breasts. He tossed his head back shutting his eyes enjoying it all. Reby normally would have been miffed with her heading being pushed down further, but for him, all she did was relax her throat a little and take him as far as she could. With no gag reflex, you do the math. Her tongue added a swirling pattern along his length as she backed up off him for a moment only to begin a back and forth movement, and her hands didn't leave any inch of him untouched. One hand slowly circled the base and followed the same movements of her head.

He was far too excited by all of this and he couldn't help but push her down onto him from that fact alone. He was a little too eager to feel her taking as much of him into her mouth as she possible. He inhaled sharply as she moved on him. His hands gripping a little tighter as she swirled her tongue around him and his head sunk a little further into the mattress. His moaning escaping him involuntary as the amount of pleasure built up inside of him. She could feel her surprisingly fragile ego building as her mouth caressed him, and she forcibly took more of him into her mouth as his hand pushed down. At least she could tell he was enjoying it. Her pace quickened, but only right after she swirled her tongue across the tip. She had quite a talent for giving head. Not one most did, and she wasn't exactly sure if she should be proud of it, or ashamed. His moans causing her lips to form a smile around him, as she glanced up at moaned out again as she sped up, opening his eyes for a moment to notice she was looking at him. A weak grin on his face now, he was glad someone finally knew exactly how to please him. The girls he'd been with lately were definitely nothing like her. He closed his eyes again and held onto her head still biting his bottom lip pretty hard. Reby went back to her business for some time, before she took her mouth off of him. She could feel herself getting excited in her own right, itching to be with him in that way. Using her free hand to gracefully wipe her lips off, she crawled back up to his lips, keeping her other hand on his length and moving it delicately but in a quick pace.

"..Feel good, hot stuff?"

She mumbled, in a slightly joking manner. She knew that answer, but it was always nice to be certain. Her knees rested on either side of his hips, for her own comfort. Dean took a breath while laughing,

"You know that answer."

He pulled her over onto the bed now with his knees resting in between her legs, pinning her underneath him and kissing her roughly pushing himself against her. He hooked a finger into her panties and said huskily,

"These need to come off now."

Once he'd slid them off and tossed them behind him he lifted one of her legs and quickly slammed into her closing his eyes as he felt himself deeply inside of her. Reby actually giggled, for the first time in probably 7 months towards him as she was rolled onto the bed.

"Good riddance!"

She said, joyfully as she was now as stripped as he was. She looked up at him, a smile in her eyes as he kissed her and as their lips mingled, a sharp wave flowed over her body and she moaned against his lips. Months since sex, and there really couldn't have been a better reintroduction. Her body tensed around him. He smiled hearing her moan, he paused to let her fell all of him before thrusting deep and fast into her. He was leaning over her kissing her neck as he moved with her. He moaned against her neck as he continued. This was a different kind of feeling for him. The way he felt about Reby made everything more intense. He wanted to make her scream so he sped up slamming into her harder each time.