14

Chloe slept straight through till morning. Blinking awake at the strip of light that was filtering through the gap in the curtains she stretched under the covers, she was naked. Gasping she looked around. Sam was snoring softly in the bed next to her and Dean was curled up on the couch. She felt a pang of guilt tug at her. He was way too big to be comfortable on the little couch. She sighed softly remembering the night before. Shifting to locate some clothes she realized she felt sore. Odd that her body didn't heal that either. Not that she was complaining. Closing her eyes she took a moment to remember the details of why she was sore, instantly feeling her skin flush.

Opening her eyes she swung her legs over the side of the bed and dragged the sheet around her body. She grabbed her bag and closed the door to the bathroom behind her. Turning on the water she let the sheet fall gasping slightly as she heard the door open. Spinning around she found Dean leaning against the frame giving her a hungry once over.

"Close the door." She hissed the words at him. Without a second glance she stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. She frowned as she heard latch catch. It wasn't like she didn't like the idea of having him help wash her back, certainly the heat that was currently pooling between her legs could attest to that, but she didn't need any more complications and Dean Winchester was a complication. In another life things could have been different but. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. Not again. She wouldn't do this again. Coulda Woulda Shoulda wasn't something she was going to think about. She was going to play the hand she was dealt.

She turned at the sound of the curtain being pulled aside to see Dean's naked form step in the tub behind her. Narrowing her eyes at him she tried to look annoyed. Anything to hide the rush of excitement she felt at seeing all that smooth muscular skin.

"I closed the door." He didn't give her a chance to respond. Moving forward and capturing her mouth with his in a powerful kiss. Pressing her back into the cool tile he ran his hands down to her hips. Pulling her flush against him. His fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her without another word.

Did he come into the bathroom wearing a condom? That arrogant bastard. Chloe's thoughts fractured as he pressed into her. She bit her lip in an attempt to muffle the moans that threatened to break free. No one had ever made her feel this way. Jimmy was sweet and gentle and she had thought that was what she wanted but as Dean grabbed her leg and pulled it up, pounding into her with a ferocious desire she was surprised at just how wrong she had been.

King of bad ideas. That was going to be his new code name. They could have chalked last night up to a one time thing. He could have even taken the blame saying he took advantage of her emotional state. It would be awkward for a bit but they could have gotten through until she could go back to her regular life.

Then he opened his eyes and saw her rising from the bed wrapped in only a sheet. The gentle curve of her back exposed to him. He found himself rising from the couch, a low growl caught in the back of his throat. There was just something about her that brought out the predator in him. He wanted her. There was no other way to put it. Wanted to be inside her. It was his only thought as he followed her into the bathroom.

Dean was vaguely aware of the water trickling down his back, it was all he could do not to come. Thrusting deep inside her he watched her face as she struggled with her own desire. Sure she had given him an annoyed look when he had come in but she wasn't complaining now. He leaned in and trailed hard rough kisses along her neck, somewhere a voice in the back of his mind told him to be gentle or he would leave marks. Then she moaned and he wanted nothing more than to brand her. Not some flowing frilly design like he had painted on her but a mark that said she was his and no one else's.

His eye flew open in shock. She wasn't his. He had nothing but his car and his gun. He would never have anything more. Then her mouth opened in a silent scream and her fingers bit into his arms as he watched her come apart he followed her over the precipice. Forgetting all thoughts of ownership he contented himself with this one moment.

"Dean." He was leaning against her completely sated. Waiting for feeling to return to his legs when her soft voice pulled him back to reality. "Seriously, the water is getting cold."

"Hmm, We can just turn it up a bit more." he reached for the knob and she took the chance to spin away from him. Grabbing the shampoo she worked a dab into her blond locks trying really hard not to think about the man standing behind her. Of course he wasn't cooperating as he grabbed the bottle out of her hand for himself.

"Hey." She tried to sound annoyed but it was difficult when she was still feeling so blissful. She was having a hard time keeping the lazy smile off her face. Christ she was practically purring with satisfaction. This wasn't good. She was vaguely aware she was falling for another freaking hero. What was her problem?

"Want me to wash your back?" She turned to face him and smiled as he wagged an eyebrow suggestively.

"Can we just hurry before Sam wakes up?" She reached up without thought and wiped a drip of soap from his face before it could get in his eye. Lightning quick her caught her arm. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as she felt his teeth drag across the sensitive skin at her wrist before he kissed it.

"I just need to rinse." Dam him. How could he affect her with just one touch? She was so out of her league with him.

Stepping out of the shower he handed her the big towel and watched as she dried herself off. She refused to look at him. She knew he was watching and her stupid heart wouldn't stop racing. Throwing on her clothes for the day, she never once looked up to meet his eyes.

With her body covered she felt more confident. Turning to face him she frowned slightly. He looked so smug, so sexy, standing there with just a towel slung low on his narrow hips. She just knew he was going to break her heart. God, why couldn't she just enjoy the mind-blowing sex? Why did she always let her heart get involved? He moved towards her and brought his hand up to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face.

"Don't" She couldn't bare it if he was gentle with her.

"Don't what?" He was confused by the sudden chill she was giving off.

"Don't pretend this is something it's not." He recoiled as if she slapped him but quickly recovered. "That was good, okay great, but this isn't going to end with a white picket fence."

She was using his lines. She was saying what he was thinking. What he knew was right and yet it stung and he wasn't sure why. "my thoughts exactly." In his head they were the truth but they fell from his lips with a hollow thud.

She moved past him and back out into the main room and Dean felt a chill run up his spine that had nothing to do with the cold air. As much as he wanted to remain distant, untouched, the little blond firebrand was working her way under his skin.

AN you didn't think it was going to be all wine and rose just because they slept together did you?

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