"Dean, stop it."

"Stop what?" He asked against the smooth skin of her neck and she wiggled away from him so she could glare at him with her hands on her hips. "You know how adorable you look right now?"

"Can I just finish packing?"

"I don't understand why you still want to go." He groaned, flopping onto her bed, accidentally bouncing her half packed suitcase off and into the floor. "Shit." He moved to pick it up but she had already dropped to her knees to correct what was already in it and moved it back to the bed.

"I'm going to see my mom. I'm not upset with her. You don't have to go, I've told you this a few times." She explained, not bothering to look up at him from the clothes she had already laid out in the bed.

"I'm going for you. You'll need me."

"I don't want you to feel trapped."

"I should meet your mom anyways, I want us to be an us for a lot longer than eight months and I don't think that'll be possible without me meeting your mom."

"How long do you want us to be an us?"

"As long as you'll have me. I've actually been doing some thinking-"

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" She teased as he stood and he locked her in a headlock before gently forcing her to the ground.

"I think I'm just fine, you little shit." He laughed and she giggled, craning her head to kiss him softly. "But seriously, I have something to ask you."

"I'm listening."

"No jokes?" He asked, sticking his pinky finger out to her and she smiled.

"No jokes." She promised, locking her pinky finger around his.

"We've spending a lot of time together, more at my place than yours, and I was wondering if you, possibly, wanted to move in with me?" The way she just stared up at him made him nervous. Her eyes were calculating, almost scrutinizing his face. He was afraid to speak, so he just looked down at her and watched her face for any signs that she would say no. Eventually, her hand raised to cup his cheek and he instantly leaned into the warmth of her hand.

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive. I love and trust you, more than I've ever loved or trusted anybody. Sometimes, it scares me, but I'm always grateful that I have an amazing woman like you to call mine." He saw the tears well up in her eyes and he got up so that she could sit up and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you, too, Dean."

"So you'll move in with me?" He asked, pulling her onto his lap so that she straddled him.

"I'll move in with you." She confirmed, and he kissed her softly.

"When's our flight?"

"Six in the evening tomorrow. Why- oh." She got her answer in the form of him rolling his hips against hers, to which she only smiled and pulled him close. "Too bad my clothes are on the bed."

"Sweetheart, I don't have a problem with taking you on the floor." He mumbled between kissing and biting her neck as his hand slipped up the front of her tshirt to cup her breasts through her bra. "I especially don't have a problem with you wearing lace." He teased, pulling her shirt up to reveal the black lace that stood between him and her chest. He stopped her from unclasping, to which she rose an eyebrow but he ignored her questioning gaze by laying her on the carpet gently and unbuttoning her jeans.

"Why don't you want my bra off?"

"It's hot."

He didn't even bother with taking off her shoes to pull her pants down all the way, and once her jeans and panties were down to her ankles he ducked under so that he was between her legs and ran his tongue along her folds before inserting two fingers into her pussy while he watched her face contort with pleasure when he brushed against that special spot.

"Fuck, Dean." She moaned out as his mouth latched onto her clit. She tangled her hand in his hair to encourage him, but he used his free hand to remove her hand from his head and held it tight in his, giving a squeeze to let her know that he'd take care of her. She tilted her hips up, but he stopped everything and looked up at her.

"You are like a child, you know that? So fucking impatient. Jesus Christ." He scolded, staring into her eyes.

"Are you stopping?"

"No, I wouldn't do that to you. But I need you to let me be in control, okay?" She nodded and he kissed the inside of her thigh before he spread her folds with two fingers and licked up to her clit, but just barely brushed it before paying giving all of his oral attention to her pussy. She couldn't even focus on what exactly he was doing, because he did it all so well. Regardless of the fact that her clit was being neglected, she felt her orgasm quickly approaching.

"Dean, I'm gonna-"

"I know." He mumbled against her pussy, removing his mouth and putting his two fingers back in, rubbing quick circles on her clit with his thumb until she came on his fingers with a moan of his name. He slipped from between her legs giving her time to recover while he took off his belt. "Hey, Case?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I tie your hands together?"

"With what?"

"I was just going to use my belt, if that's okay?"

"You'd let me go if I asked you to, right?" She asked and he nodded as he turned her over onto her stomach.

"Of course. Pick any city in the world."

"Seattle." She mumbled into the carpet as he pushed her knees forward so her ass was in the air before he knelt beside her.

"That's our safe word. You say Seattle and I'll stop everything and you can tell me what's wrong, okay?" She nodded and he kissed her softly. "Don't forget it."

"I won't." She assured as she felt the leather of his belt around her wrists and heard the metal slide down until it bumped against her wrists.

"Too tight?"

"It's fine." She assured as he pulled it down towards her feet.

"Stay put." She nodded against the carpet as he stood and pushed down his briefs and jeans down just enough to free his cock before he eased into her with a soft groan.

Casey knew that she was currently having sex with Dean, but she couldn't help but think about the last time she was in a position similar to this. Randy never asked about a safe word and he didn't stop when she asked him to. Which was why she was always terrified to let Dean take complete control because she didn't want to be in the same position again. She never wanted to feel trapped again.

"Casey, what's wrong? Am I hurting you?" Dean asked, but she didn't hear him because she was too wrapped up in her thoughts. He saw her lack of response as silent suffering, so he pulled out and stuffed himself back into his pants and took his belt from around her wrists before he pulled her into his arms. "What did I do?"

"Nothing. You were fine."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Randy." She didn't have to say anything else, he understood just fine.

"Baby, I'm not him. I'm nothing like him, and I need you to remember that." He murmured softly into her hair and she nodded.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"Don't apologize, Casey. It happens."

He just wished that it didn't happen again.