The shower rained down on the joined bodies of Denise and Dean. Her fingers ran through his wet hair, holding his head to her chest as he nipped gently at her collar bone. Dean's fingers dug into her hips as he moved her body in the rhythm he wanted; up and down, up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder…Denise threw back her head and let a keening cry echo through the room.

As Dean pulled on his track pants, he thought he heard a sound outside the closed bathroom door. I know that stupid fucker isn't…There are limits, asshole. Dean poured a glass of water over the towels on the rack. "Babe, the towels are all wet. I'm going to go get you some dry ones. Be right back." He yanked the door open, shoved Seth, and shut the door quickly. Grabbing Seth's arm, he drug the other man into the hallway. "Let me explain something to you, jackass. You were invited into our bedroom, not our bathroom. You need to know your boundaries. Denise is mine. Got that? MINE. Not yours, not ours, MINE." Dean shoved Seth to the floor, leaving him on his ass against the wall. Dean went to the closet and grabbed towels for Denise and returned to the bathroom, going in to dry her off.

"You look pissed." she said as soon as she saw him. "What happened in the 45 seconds since I saw you last?"

Dean started to shake his head. Denise grabbed his chin and Dean looked her in the eye. "I opened the bathroom door and found Seth listening to us. It pissed me off." Denise looped her arms around his neck. "No matter what happened in there," he jerked his head toward the bedroom, "he wasn't invited in here. Encroaching on our privacy pisses me off. Dom/Sub, it doesn't matter. You are my woman and he crossed a line, dammit!"

Denise slid her hands up his chest and whispered, "Shhhh." She kissed the underside of his jaw. "I am not questioning you, dear. I seem to remember an agreement we had. Do you remember?" Dean wrapped his arms around her waist. "Before everything went south, you said you didn't was PDA's, roses, hand-holding, and shit but you wanted a label, exclusivity, and the right to beat the shit out of any man who made a pass at me. You said that you had the right to protect and defend me because I am yours." Dean's arms became progressively tighter as she spoke. His head lowered until his lips rested against her neck and her fingers buried in his hair. "Those words, at that time, made me quiver in anticipation. I was so wet. Thinking about them still makes me so excited." Denise confessed. "To be so loved and cared for…What that does to me…What it makes me feel…" Dean picked her up and sat her on the counter next to the sink. Denise pulled his head back, resting their foreheads together so they looked into each other's eyes. "We came so close to losing this, Dean. We can't."

"I can't believe you remember." he whispered, swallowing hard. "I need…" His voice broke. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I need you. You level me, ground me, keep me calm. I fuck up without you. I can let go and just be. You take control, you take the reins and everything is fine. You mentioned walking in to the arena together and how you felt when I…" Dean trailed off again as emotion made his voice ragged. Denise kissed the side of his mouth. "I have decided I like PDA's. The way they make us both feel and the statement it makes to everyone else. I want to hold your hand. I don't want any more guys' or girls' nights out. I want us, together, out when we want to go out. I don't want other people in our bedroom. I just want you and me…I like what we have. It works for me."

Denise wrapped her legs around Dean, hooking her feet at the small of his back. She kissed his chin. "Tonight was a one-time deal. Never again."

"Seth wants…"

"Who cares what Seth wants? He isn't in this relationship!" Denise whispered harshly.

Dean yanked her up off the counter so they were eyelevel. "Relationship. You said relationship. We are in a relationship." The way Denise was cradled in his arms was…emotional. Special. She knew how much her acknowledgement meant to him.

"Dean, I love you. You know that. You and only you." Denise pressed kisses along his jaw, chin, nose, and the corners of his mouth.

Dean spun around and pinned Denise against the wall, tilting her head to receive his possessive kiss. "I love you. So damn much. Damn…" Denise saw tears in the corners of Dean's eyes. "Never doubt, Denise. Never doubt how much I love you."

"Let's go get rid of Rollins so we have the rest of our time off alone." Denise whispered.

"Great plan." Dean whispered back. "You start the car and I'll kill him." Denise pulled Dean's ear and squeezed her thighs. "FINE. We don't have to kill him."

Denise found Seth sitting in the hall exactly where Dean had left him. She sat down beside him, pulling her knees to her chest. "Hey."

"Hey." Seth stared at his fingers, picking at his nails.

"You were really intrigued by what you saw, weren't you?" Denise asked softly. Seth nodded. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I wanted to join in with one of my best friends and his woman. I wanted what he has, to experience what he experienced." Seth turned his head away, unable to face Denise.

Denise reached over to rest her hand on the shoulder closest to her. "You realize that that's not going to happen." He nodded.

"This was punishment for fucking up…I got that. But now that I…" Denise opened her other hand, showing Seth the plug that he'd left in the bedroom.

"No shame. No embarrassment. You have a woman of your own. A woman who is strong enough to handle you…Tell her what you need. Let her fulfill your desires. Who knows, maybe she has similar fantasies? Talk them out. Go to her. Take your new toy. Experiment with some new ones." She gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Denise had to strain to hear Seth's question. "Can we call you? In case either of us want to talk?"

Dean answered from the doorway. "Absolutely. You are my bro, dude."

"I'm outa here." Seth grabbed the toy from Denise's hand and jumped up. He gave Dean and Denise quick hugs and took off for the airport.