I don't own anything but my character Brit Ryan! Enjoy ;)

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Brit gasped as Seth held her against the wall of her bedroom, running his hands up and down her sides as she breathed heavily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, placing her hands on his cheeks to deepen the kiss she craved during their long road trip. They took advantage of this, with Roman and Paige wandering off to the beach so they could be alone. They only had an hour left until Brit had to leave for Vegas and they were determined to make the most of it since she would be gone for two days.

The two stumbled to her bed, falling onto the sheets with a thud. Brit straddled Seth's lap, feeling the results from the friction against her pelvis. She bit his lip teasingly, earning a throaty groan from her man. His expert hands quickly lifted her shirt above her head, sitting up so he could plant kisses along her slender neck as she moaned.

Seth gently pushed her over, now his turn to dominate. He peeled his shirt from his body, fumbling with his belt buckle and jeans in a craze. He needed her and the feeling was mutual.

Brit pulled up her skirt, breathing heavily as Seth pulled her underwear to the side and filled her. He cursed under his breath as he threw back his head, groaning at the sensation taking over his body.

She hissed, clinging to his body as his movement quickened. Arching her back he nibbled on her delicate skin, making her moan louder than expected. She bit her lip, attempting to silence her pleasure to no avail. She couldn't help it.

The sex was quick, it was fast, but it was satisfying as Seth finished with Brit climaxing in unison. They lay in a heap of naked limbs, their ragged breathing slowly stabilizing from the early morning quickie. Brit kissed him, running her tongue against his bottom lip slowly.

"Little tease."

Brit giggled. "What Seth? What am I doing wrong?" She asked, kissing her way down his neck as her hands ran down his smooth, muscular stomach. He shuddered from her touch, wondering how long it would take for a repeat.

"Just tell me to stop... That's all you gotta do," She purred, pushing her hips against his. He devoured her lips with his, slamming his hips against hers.

"Fuck that," he muttered, letting the beauty push him to the bed as she sat, straddling his lap for round two.

X

"Fuck off," Brit cursed in her empty car, tempted to raise her middle finger to the driver behind her. Every time she drove to Vegas she would later regret as the streets were filled with lunatic assholes.

She was on edge, dreading the idea of having to pick up the remainder of her stuff from Dean's apartment. He said he wasn't going to be there which was a huge weight off her shoulder. Since Paige, Roman and Seth had appearances and photo shoots back in Florida, she was stuck doing this on her own and without a distraction in case Dean tried to put the moves on her. Or the other way around.

Brit drove down the streets she usually took to get to his apartment, a bit of a routine really. Shortly she pulled into the parking lot of his building, turning off her car. She groaned to herself as she got out, slamming the door shut and heading to the entrance.

She played with the key between her fingers as she grew anxious, opening the door and heading up the elevator to the eighth floor.

She was wound tight as she approached the apartment and held her breath wondering if he really was gone. Pushing open the door, she stood for a second as nerves took over.

He wasn't there.

Sighing with relief she entered the apartment, shutting the door behind her. It was still painful to see what would have been her home if things actually worked out between the two. It was her home for almost a week until her trip to Havana.

Brit dropped her purse to the ground, slipping her sandals off and placed her keys on the counter. She hoped it would be quick as she was to check into her hotel at five. Her attention was caught by the small black and white photos that hung on the fridge in the kitchen. Why hadn't he taken them down, she thought.

She stood in front of the fridge, her fingers brushing against the pictures of herself and Dean crammed into a photo booth from the Las Vegas strip. It was some of the few photos they had and Brit was surprised they still graced the fridge. She couldn't help but smile as their faces spoke of happier times.

Sighing again, she made her way down the hall and to what used to be their bedroom together. Some of the boxes of her belongings were untouched, but most she had already unpacked and scattered throughout the apartment.

Sitting on the bed, she slowly pulled the empty boxes to her feet ready to fill them and get the hell out. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She fought with her conscience as time went by. Suppressed feelings she tried to forget came to light, clouding her mind that she didn't hear the front door opening.

The slamming of the door jolted Brit to her feet, her breathing heavy as her stomach twisted and turned. It was Dean, obviously.

She slid to the door frame, leaning as she watched him with his back to her. He wore his hood, drowned out by the music playing from his ear buds and completely oblivious to the extra pair of shoes and purse by the door.

He turned around, the expression on his face the same and pulled the ear buds out of his ears. "Thought you'd be gone by now," he mumbled.

"Yeah me too."

He didn't say anything. She watched as he slid his hoodie from his body, slowly walking towards her. She felt her breath tighten in her chest, her knees weak as that smug look on his face spoke volumes. He slid past her, inspecting the failed packing job at the foot of the bed. He chuckled, turning around to face her. "I would help you, but..." He mumbled, regretting he even started that sentence.

"But?" she questioned.

Sighing, he ruffled his messy sandy hair and his piercing eyes stared right into hers for a moment. He couldn't just openly admit that he didn't want her to leave. All of her belongings and unopened boxes that had been left in his apartment for over a month was the last hold he had on her really. Now that she's moved on and made the trip to Vegas just for this made things more real. He needed to tell her once and for all, but he knew he couldn't.

"No Dean... Tell me," She whispered, folding her arms across her chest, wishing he'd tell her his damn thought already.

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Don't give me that... If it was nothing you wouldn't have said anything."

He went to walk away but Brit grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He eyed her grip, his eyes slowly connecting with hers. She wanted him to say what she already knew. She needed to hear it.

"What does it fucking matter now Britney?"

"Just tell me."

He slid out of her grip, huffing as he plopped himself on the foot of the bed. "I fucked up... I don't want you to leave. There you fucking happy now?" His eyes were glued to the floor as he felt like jumping out of his skin. His walls were down for the first time in his life and he knew it was all for nothing. He felt weak and powerless, overwhelming feelings he wasn't used to.

He didn't seem to notice her standing in front of him now, hesitating to touch his shoulder. With a deep breath she ran her fingers against his shoulder, finally catching his attention.

Her hands held at his cheeks, slowly raising him to his feet. His stare bore into her, studying her face as she seemed mesmerized by his lips.

"Stop," he mumbled.

"Why?" Her voice cracked.

"Cause if you won't, I won't."

With that she slammed her lips against his, submitting to her growing emotion built up ever since stepping foot inside the apartment.

Her hands held at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. His own hands ran underneath her shirt, caressing her bare skin he craved for weeks. He fell back onto the bed and she sat on his lap with her legs on either side of him. Her fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pulling the material over his head with ease. It was his turn to claw at hers, yanking it over her head to reveal her bra. His fingers clawed at the contraption, desperate to unclasp it from her body.

He ravished her chest with his mouth, breathing heavily against her skin as her fingers trailed down to his jeans. In one swift motion he had her pressed against the bed, nibbling on her neck as soft moans escaped her mouth. His hands tugged her jean shorts and underwear off to the floor, taking in the sight of the naked beauty on his bed once again.

His jeans and boxers soon followed her clothes piled on the floor behind him and there was no turning back for either of them.

He entered her with slow motion, his lips attached to hers as their moans muffled. He found a gentle rhythm, determined to make it last as long as possible. He watched as the beauty below him let pleasure take over. She was beautiful. Her eyes shut and her mouth hung slightly, enough for him to bite her lip.

She moaned loudly as he slammed into her with force, repeatedly. Her eyes finally locked with his, fingers intertwining with hers, pinning her to the bed.

"Come with me," she hissed, sending him over the edge with that request.

He groaned as she pressed her hips against his, just begging for more. His lips found hers again, muffling the moans as his movement quickened, both neared the end.

He hovered over her, trying to catch his breath as she bit her lip so seductively. "Stop," he warned.

Her piercing eyes melded with his, a smirk plastered on her face. "Stop what?"

"Do it again," he threatened.

She obliged and bit her lip, moaning as Dean devoured her lips with his. "Fuck, Britney," he groaned, felling her rub her hands against him.

X

Five oh five, the clock radio on the night stand beamed in red, neon light.

Brit lay between the sheets beside Dean, both staring at the ceiling above as silence took over. She twirled a piece of blue hair around her finger, anxious at the tension in the air ever since reality kicked her in the ass.

"What do we do now?" She whispered, a sudden wave of guilt taking over.

He chuckled. "We could do that again."

"That's not what I mean."

"Can't take it back now."

"No shit."

He shifted his weight to the side, looking straight at her. "You running off then?"

"I'm lying beside you right now aren't I?"

"You leaving?" He asked, completely ignoring her.

"I don't know."

"How don't you know?"

"What? Do you want me to leave?"

"Sounds like you don't want to."

Sighing, she sat up, pressing the sheets to her naked body as she ran her hands through her hair. "I don't know."

"So what do we do then?"

"I don't fucking know..." She whispered.

"You love me?"

"Dean..."

"Britney, just tell me the fucking truth."

She sighed, staring down at her hands in her lap. "Yes..."

Dean smirked in satisfaction. "Then why are you with him?"

"Cause you broke up with me idiot and we just started hanging out and now date... That's kinda how it works."

"So what are you gonna do? Cause you already know how I feel about you, Brit."

"What about Summer? Wouldn't it break her little heart?" She asked, rolling her eyes at the thought of the bitch.

"Fuck Summer."

"You already did."

"Yeah I did," he smiled, so proud of himself. "And you fucked my best friend so we're even."

"That's just... In a way that doesn't even make sense," Brit mumbled, a small smile tugging at her lips. Dean smiled too, placing his hand on her knee.

"I just don't know what to make of any of this... But for one, I feel like a fucking scumbag." It was true. She cheated. She knew the feeling all too well and couldn't believe she could do it in return. Her heart was pained just thinking of Seth back in Florida. It was sickening.

"You're sinking down to my level now."

"I know..."

"I don't care," he mumbled.

"Of course you don't care... You're the one getting ass."

"So is he."

She groaned, smacking at his arm. "Thanks for that."

He placed his finger under her chin, turning her to face him. His lips pressed against hers in a kiss so gentle, Brit didn't even know he had it in him.

"I want you back Britney."