Cris tapped her fingers onto the side of the book in her hands, a little bit bothered and a little bit bored.

It was Valentine's Day, and it was another year she was spending it alone. Not that she wanted that, sure, but… well, what could she do?

A knock on her bedroom' door made her raise her eyes, and Dean put his head through the small opening with raised eyebrows.

"Hey," he smiled. "Sam's out for Valentine's Day. Wanna make it a Pal-entine's Night?"

The brunette chuckled, though frowning.

"The Star Wars Emperor?" she asked.

He shrugged.

"I don't know. But I bought pizza and some beer…"

Her eyebrows perked up, and Dean instantly smirked.

"Come on, sweetheart," he leant against the doorframe, smirking. "I know you want to get in my cave…"

Cristina chuckled, making up her page and putting it aside.

"Fine, then," she sighed. "What kind of pizza?"

"Pepperoni."

She didn't say anything, but stood up, walking after him and earning a shot snort from him, walking to the kitchen and grabbing the two pizza boxes and taking them to the TV with him on her heels, carrying the beers, and smirked when she realised Dean had already prepared his 'Dean cave' for her "visit".

"What's that?" she put the food down.

"The Notebook," he put the beers down and sat down on the couch, kicking out his shoes and throwing them onto the table. "Cheesy, stupid, and great for us to make fun of."

And they did. The film started, and Cris was soon questioning everything about it. How the parents were both blonde, but their kids' hairs make no genetic sense, or how their eyes didn't make sense either, how their relationship sucked, and why the hell didn't the chick just let the crazy guy – she had already forgotten his name - fall from the Ferris Wheel.

"Do people really like this?" he asked raising his drink to his lips and frowning to the large TV.

"Oh yeah, apparently they do," she confirmed. "I mean… For some reason, people love watching unhealthy relationships and find them super romantic."

Dean snorted again, taking a new sip.

"Romance is overrated," he declared. "You can be much happier single. I mean, look at us. We don't need a Valentine's date to have fun, we're having fun right now, more than a lot of people in dates."

Cris shrugged. She would never say that to Dean - and she'd never say it, not with him bad-mouthing Valentine's Day, and the concept of relationships - but she wouldn't mind having someone to be with.

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"Yeah," he repeated in a mutter. "Yeah…"

The two fell into silence while the film played in front of them, and she bit down her lip silently.

"I mean," he picked a slice of pizza. "You know what Sam's date is? Just a romantic dinner. That's all. And he'll spend the night at her place. It's so boring."

Cristina frowned, tilting her head.

"And what is your idea for a cool date?"

Dean turned completely to her and put the pizza aside, and she could see his eyes glistening just a little bit.

"Well, let's say I'd take you for a date," he said quickly, almost as if he barely wanted her to register the words. "First of all, we wouldn't spend Valentine's Day anywhere and just home. I'd cook you a nice meal, get your favourite wine, watch a cool film, and we'd have no pressure to perform any special sex or whatever."

She chuckled.

"I mean, with a full stomach? I'd rather sleep," she shrugged.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed and licked his lips. "And the next morning, I'd wake you up eating you out and make you cum the most times possible, and have an amazing lazy fuck because we're both rested. And just then we'd have a real date."

The brunette raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her perked interest in the sex part.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he smirked. "I'd take you to the carnival in the next town and we'd go on the roller-coaster, the Ferris Wheel… You know, they have some really spacious seat on the Ferris Wheel and we could have some fun in there."

She laughed, throwing her legs on his lap and earning a smirk.

"What kind of fun?"

His big hands rested on her tanned ankles, massaging gently and rubbing his thumb around, gently but with second intentions right on first sight.

"Well," he caressed her ankles. "I'd kiss you on the lips… then on your jaw and neck…" he listed, gently. "I'd put my hand up your skirt when we were right at the top, and you know me, I'd bribe the guy to put us right at the top, and I'd finger you until you were drenched."

Cris took a deep breath, trying to keep herself quiet, shivering while his fingers climbed up her legs a little bit more.

"Yeah?" she breathed out.

"Yes, sweetheart," he squeezed her muscle gently. "And if you asked me really nicely, I'd make you cum."

She breathed out.

"Right at the top?"

Dean raised his eyes to her.

"If you begged me," he licked his lips.

"I'm not one to beg," she said simply.

He shrugged, still massaging her already under her flannel pants.

"Dean," Cris called, slowly. "Do you really think dating sucks?" she asked in a whisper.

"It depends," he looked at her. "Would I be dating you?"

She shrugged.

"Maybe."

He licked his lips, tasting the thick tension in the air around the two of them.

"Then no," he decided. "It doesn't."

Cristina looked back at the screen silently and noticed the film was already over, turning to Dean once again just to find him watching her, and a sudden hit of courage made the woman sit up straight.

"Dean…"

"Yes, sweetheart," he whispered.

"Can I sit on your lap?"

He made silence, and she watched slowly while he put his beer away and turned off the TV, spreading his legs and - maybe purposefully - drawing her attention at his pants, where something was happening already.

"Will you be out of those pants?" he tugged on the fabric gently.

"Do you want me to?" she asked back.

He chuckled darkly.

"Oh, I absolutely do, sweetheart."

Cristina smirked and stood up, walking right in front of him and sliding her pants off, standing just in her underwear and her top - not even a bra - and slowly climbing to sit onto his lap, straddling his hips and earning a hungry look from him.

Dean raised his big hands slowly and rested them on her thighs, touching her soft skin gently.

"I really wanna kiss you, sweetheart," he declared, finally, staring into her eyes. "I've been wanting to kiss you for quite a while."

Cris looked down his lips, feeling hungrier than ever.

"Then why haven't you done it?"

Dean smirked and grabbed her waist, pulling he rcloser and taking her lips in his, slowly and passionately, cradling her jaw and slowly tangling the fingers of his right hand into her curly hair. His warm skin on her sent shivers all over her body.

"Dean," Cris sighed just as he moved his mouth away from her and down her jaw, biting gently and drawing more sighs from jer.

"Your lips are just as delicious as I thought," he whispered onto her warm skin. "You smell so good, sweetheart."

She grinned and threw her head back, offering more of her neck for him to kiss, feeling her nipples hardening and her pussy fucking drenched, pulling him closer to her and sighing when his free hand invaded her t-shirt and caressed her small breast.

"Dean," she whined, moving her hips, and moaned when she felt his cock underneath her, gasping when he pulled on her hair.

"Do you feel it, sweetheart?" he asked, moving from the side of her neck to the front of her, moving down and down and placing a kiss over her pebbled nipple through the fabric of her top. "Do you feel how hard you're always making me? How much I want you?"

Cris nodded, and he released her, pushing her clothes up, and she helped him, taking off her top and biting her plump lip when he swallowed down, looking right down her breasts and licking his own lips.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he put his hands on her waist. "So hot. You're so beautiful."

Cris smiled, and Dean lowered his head, wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking on it, dragging his teeth and reaching for her free breast, pinching and pulling on it.

"Dean," she moaned.

"So gorgeous," he pulled her closer, rocking the brunette on his lap and earning more moans from her lips.

She could feel his cock right against her covered folds and her clit, and it was just too good.

"That's it, baby," he licked her breast. "Moan more for me. Wanna hear you."

"Dean…" she threw her head back.

"Rub this pussy against my cock," he squeezed her hips. "Come on."

Cris complied, still with his mouth fucking ruining her breasts, sucking bruises on them and playing her nipples to the point of strong sensitivity, feeling his cock rubbing against her panties, already soaked in her pussy juices.

"There you go," he squeezed her ass. "Fucking messy, that's how I like it."

Cristina felt her cheeks warming up, and he laughed just when his eyes fell on her face.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, licking a long line between her small breasts. "Don't you want it? You're doing so well, baby."

She sought more of him, more of his covered cock, and reached down to at least open his pants, but Dean's hands caught her before she could do that, and he pinned her wrist behind her back.

"I want you to cum for me," he declared, his eyes completely black with desired staring right at hers. "Just like this, baby. You can take off your panties if you want, but that's it. My pants stay on."

The brunette whined and squirmed, and he just grabbed her hips, moving her more while she just pouted, growing more and more desperate as her soaked cunt contracted around absolutely nothing, suffering in emptiness.

"Are you sure you want to stop this to even take them off, though, Cris?" he asked, her nickname sounding sinful in his lips. "You've soaked through your panties and already got a pretty dark spot on my jeans. I think you really, really, want to cum."

She felt her face hotter in embarrassment, but it was soon just out of her mind when he squeezed her ass and moved her faster. Her clit was dragging right against his bulge, and she could feel her orgasm on the brink.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to see you like that, sweetheart," he groaned. "Fucking hot, grinding against my cock…"

Cris whined in response and he bit her lower lip.

"Cum for me," he whispered into her ear. "Cum for me and I'll fuck you, sweetheart."

She came with a loud moan, buckling more against him and moaning loudly, to his delight, and Dean held her once she went limp, panting against his chest and blindly searching for his mouth, kissing him hungrily.

"I love you, Dean," she whispered onto his lips. "I really do."

When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her and moved a hand to push her hair behind her ear.

"You do?" he asked, blushing.

"Yeah," she rubbed her nose on his. "A lot."

Dean smiled and kissed her lips sweetly, standing up and holding the woman by her thighs, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders and tighten her legs around his waist.

"Let's get this somewhere more comfortable," he proposed.

"More comfortable?" Cris chuckled.

"Not gonna fuck you on a couch, sweetheart," he kissed her earlobe. "I gotta have you on a bed."