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'Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy'

The scientist - Coldplay

Sammy fiddled with the strap of her duffel bag as she breezed through the exit of the airport. Huge sunglasses protected her eyes from the offending brightness of a Las Vegas morning and her sunny blonde hair was plaited loosely to one side. She stopped in her tracks, her tired silvery eyes scanning the crowd searching for a familiar unforgettable face.

Her stomach was tossing and turning, both with nerves and excitement. She wanted to see Dean, to hear the words he desperately wanted to say, to see the smile that was burned into her brain. But, she had a swirling angry ball of anxiety within her stomach over how she'd left things with Jamie.

Jamie and Sammy had had many arguments over the years but she had said some unforgivable things, things she knew she could never be take back. Was her friendship with Jamie over? All those years of being each other's families thrown down the drain over a man?

He wasn't just any man, Sammy thought. He was the man. The only man. The only one she'd ever want.

Stopping Sammy looked around the exit lounge of the airport, raising her sunglasses so they sat on the top of her head. She couldn't see him. She'd assumed he'd meet her at the airport; he'd asked her what time her flight got in. Surely that meant he would be there, he should be there? She was just about to dump her bag on the ground and begin digging for her phone when she saw him through the huge glass walls of the airport.

He stood tall, pacing slightly, a cigarette in his hand just beside the airport doors. Sammy could see that he had a hat on and a t-shirt that clung to his arms.

Her stomach seemed to be tumbling out of her body as she moved forward, every breath she took a recorded effort, every step made her body tingle.

"Hey," she breathed as took the final steps towards him before stopping.

Dean stopped his pacing, his lips parting slightly though his hand still held his half smoked cigarette mid-air as though he was about to take a drag.

"Sammy," he groused, a wide grin lighting up his face. He suddenly moved forward, carelessly tossing his cigarette to the floor, and pulled Sammy's duffel bag from her shoulders and hiked it up onto his own. Leaning forward quickly he went in to kiss her soft cheek as she leaned in and turned her head away and gently patted his side, their reunion turning into an awkward half hug that left them both feeling unbelievably uncomfortable. "You wanna' get a drink?" Dean asked quickly as Sammy looked over his shoulder awkwardly.

"It ten am," she replied.

"I meant like a coffee or something," he rattled on.

"Actually, if you don't mind, can we just head back to wherever you're staying? I really need a shower."

Dean nodded. "Sure."

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"Why is it that I don't believe for a second that you're coming to Peoria, Arizona because you're going to visit friends?" Dean asked as he looked over his shoulder before changing lanes on the freeway.

Jamie shot Dean a dirty look from the passenger seat before going back to playing with her phone. "Why is it I don't believe for a second, other than for some unknown reasons, Sammy and Lexie, you don't have any other friends?" Dean continued laughing.

"Ha-ha, you're very funny," Jamie replied trying her best not to bite, knowing that's exactly what Dean wanted.

"Wait," Dean said a huge grin on his face. If he was forced to make a five hour journey alone in a car with Jamie, he would amuse himself whilst he endured it. "I can think of one other friend you've got-"

"If you say my housekeeper, I will throw my phone at you," Jamie said, not even looking up from her Instagram.

"Roman," Dean watched as Jamie froze.

"Yeah so what, we're friends."

"I'm just saying you find out he's split up with his fiancée and then suddenly two days later you want to catch a ride to the same town, to the same hotel, that he's staying in, to visit friends that have never evem mentioned before. I'm just saying it's a bit fuckin' stalkerish."

Dean glanced at Jamie to find her slowly nodding but still playing with her phone. His smile fell slowly, teasing Jamie wasn't as fun when she didn't bite back. It especially wasn't fun when she took his comments to heart.

"Look," Jamie's voiced pipped up. Dean glanced once again to find Jamie holding her phone up, a graphic image of a naked busty brunette bent over in front of a topless identical brunette with an equally busty chest. He looked back at the road before looking back at the lit up screen once again. "Their names are Alice and Lily Huntington, I met them whilst Sammy and I were-"

"Sammy knows them?" Dean stuttered, his eyes following Jamie's phone as she put it back in her pocket. "Hot porn star twins? Sammy knows them?"

"Yep, they weren't porn stars then. We worked with them in some sleazy strip club years ago, we keep in touch. Anyway, they live in Peoria and I thought I'd seize the opportunity to visit." Jamie brushed a strand of pink hair behind her ear. "Happy with my explanation, sergeant?"

"Whatever," Dean swallowed, his blue eyes on the road. "Don't tell Sammy you showed me that picture."

Jamie smiled widely, "What?!"

"Just don't, she'll kill me."

"Are you serious? You're not allowed to look at porn? She believes that you're on the road three hundred days a year and that you don't beat one off?"

Dean scoffed, regretting even getting into this conversation. "Don't be fuckin' stupid. I'm just not allowed to look at naked pictures of her friends."

Jamie stared with huge blue eyes at Dean, her mouth wide open though pulling into an amused smile. "Of her friends?" Jamie's asked, her voice amused and playful. "Please do tell me why aren't you allowed to look at pictures of her friends?"

Jamie understood most women wouldn't like their partners seeing photographs of their friends in the nude, but for it to come up in conversation something must have happened, and Jamie was sure it would massively amuse her and might give her something to annoy Dean with.

"I might have once stumbled across one of the photo's Sammy had took of you for your, umm, what's it called?"

"Portfolio?"

"That's it," Dean answered, his voice croaky. "Anyway you were topless and she was pissed, and now I know if I ever come across you whilst jerking off to a dirty magazine, I'm to turn to the next page quickly."

Jamie let out a loud obnoxious laugh. "Oh my fucking God," she let out a loud snort. "Were you jerking off to me? You creepy-"

"No!" Dean interrupted, wanting to clear up any confusion immediately. "I was just flicking through her pictures and she walked in as that one of you came to the top."

"I don't believe you," She laughed enjoying the uncomfortable grimace on Dean's face. "And who buys dirty magazines anyway? It's two thousand and fourteen for Christ sake."

"Ha-ha," Dean said dryly. "You're hilarious. Anyway, back to what we were talking about, don't tell Sammy!"

Jamie continued laughing loudly. "You're her little bitch you know that?"

Flicking his eyes to the built in sat nav of his rental, Dean cringed when he realised he still had over an hour left stuck in the car with Jamie.

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Seth scoured through the house listings that had been faxed to the hotel for him from a real estate agent from Las Vegas; he didn't want to move to Vegas, his home and his heart was in Iowa, but he had to. He loved Iowa, with its freezing winters and crisp autumns, all of his family were there and all of his childhood friends were still there, but he loved his unborn child more.

What was the point of keeping his one bedroom apartment in Iowa when every day off he'd have off once the baby was born would be spent in Las Vegas? He didn't want to be across the country from his child during the holidays, he wanted to be there, celebrating with his kid. He wanted his child to be able to come over to his house without having to take a flight across the country.

He couldn't get his head around the properties he'd been sent. How could you make a decision on a home from seeing eight pictures and measurements of its size? It was impossible. How could he know if they were child friendly neighbourhoods? How could he know if the area was a good place to go running? How could he make a decision from some stupid pictures?

Just as Seth tossed the papers down onto his hotel bed the hotel door opened and in walked Dean, closely followed by a perky looking Jamie.

"Hey, guys," Seth said dubiously, unsure of why Jamie would be with Dean and not Sammy. "Hey Dean," Seth began, deciding against asking why Jamie was with Dean. "You think maybe next time you go home you'll take a look at a couple of apartment's for me?"

Dean let out a gruff laugh. "Not a chance in hell." Dean tossed his bag down on the bed as Jamie sat on the edge of the desk that was against the wall.

"Come on?" Seth pleaded.

"Nope. Ask Lexie, she'd love to do it," Dean answered digging through his bag.

"How'd you know that?" Jamie piped up.

"Well if he's asking her, he's not bothering me," he replied.

"Maybe I will ask Lexie," Seth spoke.

"You're such an asshole, Dean," Jamie said at the same time.

The three of them fell into comfortable conversation where Jamie explained to Seth why she was with Dean and how she was planning on visiting some old friends the next day.

Seth would've been lying if he said he wasn't surprised that Dean had walked in followed by Jamie. Their relationship was hostile at best. But knowing that Jamie was in the same hotel as them, he wasn't surprised to find her hanging around with Dean, her eyes brushing across the room searching for evidence of something, or someone.

She was clearly looking to see if Roman was room sharing with Seth.

"I was wondering if you guys wanted to get dinner tonight," Jamie said casually.

"Fuck no. I've spent enough time with you," Dean mumbled with a grin, though he didn't look at her, he was too busy staring at his phone.

"Maybe get a couple of drinks after?" Jamie continued, completely ignoring Dean.

Seth stood, stretching his arms above his head, the faxed papers strewn around his feet. "Not for me, I've already eaten."

"Bores!" Jamie chuckled. "Where's Roman?"

"And the penny drops," Dean said gruffly slipping his phone into his jean pocket. "The real person she wants to have dinner with," Dean's grin couldn't be wider.

Jamie rolled her eyes. "Fuck you, Dean. You seriously should have been swallowed."

Dean sniggered to himself, pleased he'd got her to argue back.

Turning to face Seth, the pink haired woman smiled. "So, what room is Roman in?"

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Leaning against the wooden kitchen counter, Dean fiddled with the cap of the water bottle that he held in his calloused hands, he twisted and turned the cap with his eyes locked on the door to the bathroom. He could hear the shower flowing freely, could almost feel it's steamy heat, and he was avidly aware that the bathroom door didn't have a lock on it.

He'd been staying in Jake Crist's apartment whilst he'd been searching for his own, whilst Jake was working up in Philadelphia, and during the weeks he'd learnt that the bathroom door didn't lock and the frosted shower curtain was so old it had chipped in places, leaving large areas of the shower visible to the eye.

Knowing Sammy was inside the bathroom possibly naked, possibly lathering soap all over her body was just too much. He was staring at that door as if staying on the right side of it was one of life's biggest challenges.

Dean knew he couldn't just strut in there and take her within his arms like he could have months ago. He didn't have that privilege anymore, but he wished he did. Not for his own selfish desires, he wanted to go in and hold her within his big arms, he wanted to worship her body with his lips, and he wanted to whisper the three little words he so desperately wanted to tell her.

He wanted it to be perfect, to be perfect for her and for those words to heal some of the pain he'd caused Sammy.

If he was truly honest with himself, he would have never thought he'd ever fall in love, let alone for the incredible woman he loved to love him too. She deserved romance and fireworks and he just wasn't sure how to give that to her; all he could think about was pulling her close to him, showing her exactly how he felt about her before telling her.

But he'd lost the right to hold her. He knew that but that is all he could think about as he stared at the old bathroom door.

Dean tried to think of ways to tell her that he loved her, he knew she wanted to hear it, that's why she'd agreed to come stay with him.

He wanted it to be perfect, but he didn't have a clue where to start. It shouldn't be that hard, he thought angrily, it should be easy. Too much relied on those words being said perfectly, his heart was relying on those words repairing the damage he'd done with his penis.

It wasn't just the damage he'd done by cheating on Sammy, he knew that. Sammy leaving him had opened his eyes to how badly he'd treated her; he knew every time he shrugged off her affections in front of his friends must have hurt her, every time he'd avoided calling her his girlfriend, every time he'd pushed her away only to pull her back when he needed her. He knew his list of offences against her were endless, and he didn't deserve her forgiveness, but God he hoped he got it.

Dean had lived without Sammy in his life for several months and he didn't want to live another day without her. He needed to tell her how he felt and fix the relationship that he'd destroyed.

The bathroom door opened and out crept Sammy, her wet hair combed down her back, the smell of her coconut body wash rippling off her.

"Iloveyou," Dean blurted out quickly whilst still fiddling with his bottle cap. All of his plans for a grand gesture of romance disappearing, the words needed to be said.

Sammy looked up, her skin clean and free of make-up. "What?" She asked, unsure if she'd heard him correctly.

Dean smiled, his dimples on show as he took a nervous step forward, placing the water bottle on the table. He watched as Sammy fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she watched him moving closer to her; he knew she was trying to figure out if she'd heard him correctly.

"I said I love you," he groused, his Cincinnati accent coming out thick. Smiling even wider Dean watched as Sammy's silvery eyes lit up and became watery, her smile stretched across her face and her hands began to shake. "I really fuckin' love you," he spoke slowly, almost laughing at how he'd been so scared of those words in the past, but how they flowed so freely now. "I love you."

Sammy stepped forward closing the gap between them. She placed her rattling hands against Dean's chest, her fingers gently caressing the material of his shirt as Dean's large hands fell onto Sammy's waist, holding her close to him.

"I love you, too," she gasped through a shaky sob as two glistening tears streaked her cheeks.

Dean's heart was hammering in his chest as Sammy's delicate hands smoothed up his chest, the tips of her fingers brushing the ends of his fluffy curls, as they made their to his cheeks. Her fingers felt electric, his body reacting to every brush of their skin, his breath caught in his throat.

"I've missed you," he croaked out, swallowing hard. He wanted to bend his knees and press his lips to her plump inviting ones, he wanted run his fingers through her damp hair taking in her unique smell that he'd missed so much. But he had to let her make the first move, he couldn't push it, he was lucky she was so close to him.

Dean raised a hand, brushing his calloused thumbs against her cheeks, wiping away her salty tears smoothly.

Smiling up at him Sammy's hands fell around his neck, interlocking and holding herself close to him. "I've missed you more," standing on her tip toes Sammy leaned forward, her lips softly moving against Deans.

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Roman scratched his neck as he listened happily to his daughter recalling her day to him down the phone. He smiled as Tia told him eagerly about how she'd almost scored a goal at soccer practice and how she was sure that next week would be her week to score a coveted goal.

His cell-phone was hot against his ear as he'd been talking to Tia for so long and he quietly hoped that the phone was on speaker phone on her end.

"Sweetie, is the phone on speaker, I don't want the phone hurting your ears," Roman said as a hard knock rapped against his hotel door.

Swinging his legs off the side of his bed Roman stretched his aching calves before standing and making his way to the door, looking forward to the room service that was certainly waiting for him on the other side.

"Yeah Mommy put it on speaker," Tia replied.

"That's good, baby," Roman reached forward opening the door.

"Daddy, when are you coming home?" Tia asked sweetly though Roman barely heard her.

Jamie stood on the other side of the door, her pink hair vibrant and one side tucked behind one ear, a plunging top revealing a dramatic cleavage.

"Hi," Jamie smiled as Roman's thick lips parted in shock, his phone still to his ear.

Tia's voiced pulled him back into the conversation. "Daddy?"

"Yeah sweetheart, I'm here," he stood back, motioning for Jamie to follow him into his hotel room. He closed the door, turning to find Jamie sitting on the edge of his bed. "I'll be home in nine days," he smiled as Tia continued her questioning. "Yes, that's nine sleeps sweetie." Roman leaned against the wooden vanity, his eyes watching Jamie who crossed her denim clad legs, her thick dark lashes batting up at him. "Listen Tia, I've got to go Daddy's dinner is here," he lied. "I'll call you later to say goodnight. I love you Tia, bye."

Roman hung up the phone and tossed it carelessly onto the vanity he was leaning against.

"I've got no problem if you want to eat me," Jamie cooed flirtatiously. "I'm kidding," Jamie laughed, seeing that Roman had no idea how to respond to her.

"What are you doing here?" Roman asked, not irately but out of pure curiosity.

Jamie clapped her hands together before standing. "I'm visiting some friends in town and I'm staying in this hotel," she moved across the small room, leaning against the same vanity as Roman, their elbows brushing. "And I thought I'd come visit you since I'm in town; it feels like forever since I've seen you."

"It does," Roman smiled down at Jamie, feeling immense contentment at the bright haired models presence. "How have you been?"

"Good," she nodded brushing a hand across her covered thigh. "Lexie's family had a barbecue and her brothers and father were completely grilling Seth, I thought they were going to beat the shit out of him."

"I heard."

"It was hilarious, you should have come," Jamie continued. "How are you, Rome?"

Roman took a moment to reply, wondering how much of his recent split with Carla Jamie knew about. They texted frequently but Roman hadn't told Jamie about his split with his childhood sweetheart and he wasn't even sure she knew about it at all, let alone all the complications that came with it.

"Good, works good, Tia's great. It's great," he rambled.

Jamie licked her lower lip and Romans eyes couldn't help but lock onto her wet tongue brushing against the pinkness of her lower lip before she brought it softly between her white gleaming teeth.

"That's good, but how are you?" She questioned further, leaning in and bumping shoulders with the older man. "I heard you and Carla split."

So she did know, Roman thought to himself uncomfortably. He hadn't really spoken to anyone about his split from his one time fiancée; he'd told Seth and Dean but they were never ones for discussing deep feelings and their solution to the problem was to take Roman out for a couple of beers and to talk about sport and passing pretty women. They didn't know how awful it was going home and being in the same house as Carla, how the atmosphere was brutal. They didn't know that Carla was refusing to tell Tia of their split forcing him to play happy families with Carla when he was home. He'd briefly looked at apartments with the small intention of moving out without telling his one time love, but he was too scared she'd restrict his access to his daughter.

He was a coward. But he loved Tia too much to risk not being able to spend every possible moment with her when he was home. So he'd play to Carla's demands for now whilst hoping desperately she'd ask him to leave soon. Surely she was just as miserable as he was?

"You heard about that, huh?" he sighed.

"Yeah," she said softer than he could ever imagine Jamie's brash loud voice going.

He crossed his arms over his chest, not really wanting to talk about it, but even more so not willing to shut down Jamie's conversation either.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jamie questioned before Roman could say anything.

"I don't know," Roman said quietly, knowing full well that Jamie would have wanted to know and been told by him.

"Are you sad about it?"

Roman looked into Jamie's bright blue eyes. "Of course I am," a crease formed before Jamie's eyes at Roman's confession. "I wanted to marry her, I thought we'd be together for the rest of our lives. I didn't expect the relationship to fall apart and for us both to become so pissed off and bitter. I didn't expect to start having feelings for someone else whilst still engaged to her."

Jamie was surprisingly quiet in response to Roman's outburst. They stared at one another deeply, both watching each other every move, until Jamie pushed forward quickly, her arms quickly wrapping around Roman's neck, her heels allowing her to reach Roman easily. She leaned forward quickly smashing her pink lips onto his dry ones.

Roman moaned deeply into her mouth, his huge hands squeezing her hips tightly as he pulled her body tightly against his, her breasts crashing against his rock hard chest. She tasted like marshmallows, no doubt a snack she'd nibbled on before making her way to his room, and his whole body yearned for her as she sucked his lower lip between her teeth.

Running his hands down her hips Roman found himself quickly cupping her full ass. He grabbed her behind roughly unable to contain himself as her perfect wet tongue swirled against his own, his nails running salaciously across his clothed back. Stumbling forwards Roman pushed Jamie back, both of them tumbling down onto the perfectly made bed, their hands running across each other's bodies.

It was finally happening.

Rolling from under him, Jamie found herself straddling Roman who was now under her, her crotch sitting on his hard mound.

"Two seconds," she gasped, pulling away and pecking his lips once then his neck once. "I just need two seconds," she crawled off his body and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Sitting up, Roman could feel the blood pumping through his body, he could feel every hair on his body standing up, and he could feel the stiffening throb in his trousers.

This is what he wanted. He'd wanted her for months, as much as it ashamed him to admit it, he had. He'd found himself thinking about her whenever he was alone, he'd find himself imagine what her lips would taste like against his own. He'd wondered how her large breasts would feel crushed bear and naked against his chest. He wanted her body badly, but he wanted her too. He'd thought about what it would be like to wake up to the pink haired beauty, he'd wondered if she'd be a morning person or not, he'd thought of lazy Sundays of lying in bed with her reading the paper, Jamie probably making sarcastic remarks about it, with Tia laying across the bottom of the bed watching cartoons.

He wanted to be with her fully. But he didn't think he could.

Carla would not accept it.

Roman could feel the weight of his responsibilities crashing onto his shoulders once again as he dreaded the conversation he knew he had to have.

The bathroom door opened and Jamie quickly rushed forward, about to pounce onto Roman when he spoke. "Listen Jamie, we can't do this."

She stopped in her tracks, confusion and hurt washing across her tanned face. "What? What's changed in two minutes Rome?" Jamie moved forward only for Roman to stand up and move a step away.

He needed to keep a clear head to speak to her.

"We can't. I can't, we just can't do this." He began, as Jamie folded her arms across her chest. "I'm still living in the same house as Carla, and Tia doesn't know that we've split up. I can't drag you into this mess, it's not fair on you and it's not fair on Tia, I've got to-"

Jamie interrupted him. "Look Roman, I like your kid, she seems great. But I'm not really looking to date her, I'm looking to date her father. I get that you want to be truthful to them, but it's not like we're going to run off and elope, I'm not doing that again," she joked. "I wouldn't expect you to tell Tia about us Roman, not yet anyway. I really really like you, I have done for a while, and something might come of this," she waved between the two of them. "Or it could fizzle out and we could remain friends, who knows? What I'm trying to say is, you wouldn't need to tell them, not until you're moved out and ready and whatever. I just want to give us a chance, because I think this could be something special."

A bailiff type knock forced them both to stare at the offending noise coming from the door. "Room service," a voice came from the other side.

"Shit," Roman muttered; he'd completely forgot he'd ordered room service almost an hour before.

Opening the door, the waiter looked between Roman and Jamie. "Was this meant to be a meal for two?" He looked down at his receipt then looked between the pair again.

"No, I was just leaving," Jamie said turning and flashing Roman a slight smile. "Think about what I said Roman," and she turned and left, leaving Roman in a puddle of confused thoughts.

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