Dean looked at the date on his phone in slight shock. It was February fourteenth, Valentine's Day, and he didn't know what CJ was expecting from him. He meant to ask what she wanted to do but her little episode in the shower the previous week made him watch her just a bit closer so he knew that she was doing okay. He was so wrapped up in her and the baby that the date had snuck up on him and he didn't know what to do. He'd never had a girlfriend or woman in his life for one reason or another on Valentine's Day, for obvious reasons.
He cautiously looked down at his sleeping girlfriend, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that she was still fast asleep. Ever since she basically cried herself to sleep in his arms, they'd been having sex before bed. He didn't mind it, and greatly enjoyed waking up naked and seeing her naked. He assumed that she was trying to keep her mind off of whatever was bothering her and he'd happily be her distraction because it meant that he didn't screw up. If he had, she wouldn't even be cuddling with him.
Olivia's cries for attention came through on the baby monitor, bringing Dean's attention from his Queen to his Princess. He hated having to move CJ onto her pillow, but admired the way her body moved as she got more comfortable. The positioning of the sheet and comforter left her back exposed, but Dean didn't fix them. He took a mental picture as he got out of their bed and quickly got dressed in jeans and a tshirt before going to his daughter. His need to touch his Queen, to further assure him that she was very real and not a figment of his imagination, had been pushed aside so he could care for his daughter and assure himself that she, too, was real.
Like every morning, Olivia calmed down once she was in his arms. Once she had stopped fussing, Dean laid her down to change her diaper before putting a bottle on the bottle warner.
"We're gonna go on an adventure, Princess. We need to surprise mommy with something." He informed as he checked the flow and temperature of the bottle on his arm before guiding it to her mouth. One of her little hands gripped his shirt like always, but this time her other hand came to hold onto the bottle. Dean loosened his grip on the bottle, letting her do most of the work while she ate. "Independent. Just like your mother."
Once she was fed and burped, Dean unintentionally dressed Olivia in clothes that matched his before leaving her on the changing table for him to load up her diaper bag. Once he triple checked to make sure he had everything he picked her up and carried her downstairs while sending Bear to lay with CJ so she didn't wake up totally alone. She'd hate that he was gone, but it had to be done. He'd overheard many a fight in his lifetime over somebody forgetting Valentine's Day, and he didn't want to land himself in one on accident.
He made sure to lock the door behind them before heading to his car that made its home in the driveway. Getting Olivia secure and comfortable in her carrier was his first task; taking the time to make sure the base was securely buckled in and the carrier itself was securely attached to the base, even though he and CJ rarely removed the carrier from the base. He just didn't like not being absolutely certain in a world where literally anything could happen.
It wasn't until he had gotten out of their neighborhood did he realize that a very important monkey was AWOL. He knew that was going to be a problem when she started getting fussy, but he didn't have the time to turn around. He'd figure out what to do when Olivia actually started to fuss. Everything was a bit different now that she could hold her head steady so he'd just wait and see what was going to happen.
The drive was calm, Dean kept the radio down low so he could hear Olivia babble on even though she wasn't really saying anything. He loved listening to her, though, because for him it was like listening to CJ. Olivia looked just like CJ did when she was a baby, and that invested Dean way more into fatherhood than he was originally because for him it would be like watching CJ grow up and in his mind he knew that Olivia wasn't CJ but he wanted to give CJ a great childhood because she didn't get that. Their daughter may look like her mother and may end up sounding just like her mother, but she wasn't going to act like her mother. She wasn't going to have abandonment issues, daddy issues, and trust issues. She was going to be somewhat normal if he had any say in this.
The shopping center he went to was crowded, but he didn't expect any less because it was Valentine's Day. He knew that they'd be okay because nobody should really want to piss him off, regardless of whether or not they knew who he was. He had a little faith that people would see the baby in his arms and try their best to steer clear of him so no accidents occurred. He knew CJ would've told him that you can't have too much faith in complete strangers, but today he was trying a lot of new things.
CJ was woken by a nose pressing into her back with little accompanying licks to her skin. She figured it was Dean trying to be cute in his own way and giggled before shifting away from him. He was being persistent, though, and she had to give him credit. She just wasn't in the mood to be licked. That was great the night before, but she was still tired from their kitchen sexcapades.
"Ambrose, stop." She requested, moving her shoulders so he got the point that she was uncomfortable. But the licks continued, only this time she felt hair and knew damn well that Dean had shaved recently so she'd be feeling stubble if it were him. Upon turning over, she saw that her loving assailant was Bear and that her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. No sound was coming through on the baby monitor which meant that he wasn't in the nursery and Olivia wasn't either. "Good morning, Bear. Where's Daddy?"
Of course, the Newfoundland had no answer for her other than the excited waging of his tail at the attention he was getting. She was trying to keep her chest covered, feeling awkward about being naked in front of her baby boy despite Bear not even understanding why she was naked and sore between her legs. He only gave a small bark of acknowledgement before watching her roll out of the bed and walk towards the bathroom for a shower. She wasn't worried about Dean just yet, he could still be in the house and just with Olive. He had made a habit of being sweet and letting her sleep in over the past week, which she really needed because he had been taking her to her limits in bed like she had asked him to.
She felt bad using him like that to keep her mind off of Jay, but she knew that she'd make it up to him today. It was Valentine's Day, after all and, even though she wasn't sure of Dean's opinion on the holiday, she was going to make it special for them. Just so he knew just how much he meant to her.
She just had to figure out what, exactly, to do for him.
"Oh, Bear, what am I gonna do?" CJ asked as she walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her body, her hair up in a messy bun as she walked into the closet. The fluff ball of a dog hopped off of the bed to join her in the closet, rearing up and nipping at one of Dean's overshirts repeatedly. CJ took this as a sign that she should wear that and quickly grabbed a pair of her black jeans and a black tshirt, throwing them all to the bed before focusing on drying off.
"Food or sex, Bear?" She asked, looking to him for some sort of answer. She knew well that dogs couldn't talk and she wasn't exactly expecting a straight answer from him, but she and Bear seemed to always be on the same wavelength. "Can I combine the two somehow?"
The only response she got from the Newfoundland was a head tilt, and she let out a chuckle as she dug through their underwear drawer. She didn't understand why Dean insisted on putting their underwear in the same drawer so her bras had a drawer to themselves, because he hated folding his briefs and that made it hard for her to find her underwear. She'd made many a complaint in their time sharing their abode, but Dean always shrugged and said that it made him "feel better". She didn't get it, and she didn't really think that she wanted to get it. She just tried her best to separate their underwear to separate sides of the drawer whenever she was looking for a particular pair and left the issue alone for a while.
Bear watched as CJ dressed, hoping that meant going for a walk. She'd been walking him around the neighborhood more, instead of just letting him out into the backyard, and he enjoyed seeing all the sights. He didn't realize that the walks around the neighborhood were CJ's thinking time away from Dean and the house- when she thought about Jay and her time with the older man. Then she cried and stopped at the playground to sit and cry, and then she'd make a short call before crying again and then trying her best to make it look like she wasn't. Then that was his cue to hop up and try to make her feel better before they had to go home. She would then whisper to him about not telling his daddy about her crying.
An exasperated flop onto the bed had him looking at her in concern before laying his head on her stomach. Her hand came to rest on his head, lightly scratching behind his ears. She watched as his eyes closed in contentment, smiling when he was fast asleep minutes later. Bear was her confidant when she felt like she couldn't talk to Dean, and she appreciated him for it. A dog can't judge you for crying over a man over ten years older than you who gave you a sense of individuality. She didn't know how Dean would take that information, so it was easier to just talk to Bear until she was confident enough to talk to Dean about it. Adam wasn't an opinion at this point because he would just tell her not to worry about it. Having not heard from Jay in so long after talking every day for months was cause for concern and she couldn't just "not worry" about it.
"I'll make dinner for him, Bear. That's romantic, right?"
'Hey, where are you?'
Dean read the text from CJ, smiling when he realized that she was alright with him being gone with Olivia. She would've called if she wasn't, and that showed that she trusted him.
'With Olive getting you stuff.'
'So sweet. I'm gonna run to a grocery store because I'm making you dinner.'
'Alright. Love you'
'Love you too' She even sent a selfie of her in her car so he sent one of him and Olivia right before she started fussing. Her fussing attracted the attention of people in the store and Dean sighed, almost in disbelief that these people had never heard a baby cry before.
"Hush, sweetheart. What's wrong?" He asked quietly, gently bouncing her like he knew she liked even though it seemed to be further aggravating her. "C'mon, Olive, what's the matter?"
She gripped his shirt tightly, her fussing escalating into crying until Dean finally took his hat off and handed it to her in an attempt to occupy her attention. Almost instantly, her mouth attached to the lid and she began to gradually calm down as she continued to gnaw on it while he looked at a container of rose petals. She eventually laid her head on his shoulder while she continued to gnaw, bringing a smile into Dean's face as he continued to look around the small store.
For some reason, he hadn't been approached by anybody and he was grateful for it. He had seen cameras pointed in their direction and would gladly look over the internet later to see what they were saying about him and his Princess, but that wasn't his direct focus at the moment. He was trying to get things together for his Queen while spending time with his Princess. He didn't really want to be stopped for autographs and he certainly didn't want to be stopped for a picture because pictures of Olivia were something he and CJ were trying to be really careful about posting and he wasn't about to hand his daughter off to a stranger so she wouldn't be in a picture. Pigs would fly through frozen-over Hell on the day he let some stranger hold his Princess.
Once he had paid for the rose petals and a bouquet of pink and red roses, Dean carried Olivia into a candy store. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he was going to get something special for his Queen. He didn't even know what kind of candy she actually liked, because when she was pregnant she liked to "moderate"- which really meant eat a wide variety of candy so nothing felt left out.
"What do you think mommy is gonna like, Olive?" Dean asked, kissing her head as he adjusted her in his arms. She was still intently focused on gnawing on the lid of his hat and tried to babble around it. "I know, Princess. I think we should just get a box and if she doesn't like it, we'll send it to your grandpa."
CJ was having a rough time with the cookware. She knew she couldn't cook so she had absolutely no idea why she thought for even a second that she was going to be able to make something that wasn't a TV dinner or something that went straight from the box, into the oven. She honestly felt bad that the cookware she ruined was all the stuff from Dean's apartment that he bought when he first moved to Vegas.
"Oh, Bear, I fucked up." CJ whined as she turned off the burners, plopping onto her ass and pushing her hair out of her face. "But Dean isn't going to know. He won't be home for at least an hour, so he says. I've got time."
The Newfoundland could only tilt his head as he sat down beside her, watching curiously while she pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped on it. She then stood and put the pots and pans in the garbage can and tied it up while she ordered their dinner, pulling the bag from the can and replacing it with a new one. Bear then followed her up the stairs, watching as she went through the closet for something before she brought out some clothes and laid them on the bed. Then she pulled a notepad from the nightstand and wrote out a note before heading back into the closet and coming out in something Bear had never seen her wear before.
"You're staring at me, bud." She commented with a small smile, tugging at the fabric. "I feel stupid, but good at the same time. Is that odd? It's odd, I know. But you can stop looking at me like that any time now..."
Her ramblings faded as she went into the bathroom, but Bear stayed on the bed. He couldn't follow her everywhere and was feeling the effects of following the blonde around the house all day. So he curled up on CJ's side of the bed and let out a yawn, not at all intending on falling asleep.
The Newfoundland was woken by the front door opening and closing, putting his senses on high alert. The sound of footsteps leading up the stairs had his fur standing on end and it wasn't until Dean appeared in the doorway holding the sleeping baby that Bear actually relaxed.
"Hey, Bear. What's this?" Dean asked, laying Olivia down in the center of the large bed before picking up the note left on top of his clothes. "'Dean, Please get dressed in this and meet me downstairs. Don't ask questions, just do as I ask and take as much time as you need.' Watch her, buddy."
Bear did as Dean requested, laying so that he curved around Olivia and watched the doorway to the bedroom as Dean went into the bathroom and started the shower. The front door opening and closing could faintly be heard, but Bear didn't fuss this time. He was protecting the baby and would continue to do so until he was told to stand down.
Meanwhile, CJ was sneaking into the house with the dinner she ordered. Dean was home so she acted quick, carefully plating the two meals with the complimentary breadsticks and leaving them on the counter before rushing to dim the lights in the dining room and lighting the two candles that sat atop the fresh table cloth on their dinner table. She heard Dean coming down the stairs and leaned against the doorway to the dining room, fully intent on catching him slightly off guard since their plates were still on the counter along with the evidence that it was takeout.
She just wasn't expecting him to look so damn good in what she mindlessly threw down onto the bed.
She'd be lying if she said that black dress shirt didn't hug his body perfectly. And the slacks... Ugh. She just wanted him to turn around for her so she could admire the perfection that was the Ambooty.
"Hello there, stranger." Dean greeted his girlfriend, trying to break her gaze away from his body and up to his face. Her crystal blue eyes met his, lips forming a small smile as she tried not to bite her lip. "Are you for dinner? Because you look good enough to be desert."
"Play your cards right and I just might be, you charmer." CJ teased, smiling as he approached her. "Where's Olive?"
"Passed out in her crib. We had a big day today, I'm sure she's out for the night." He assured, going in for a kiss but getting her cheek instead. "Are you mad at me?"
"Of course not. I just don't want you spending the evening with gloss on your lips." She explained with a small smile, running her thumb across his lips. "You look so handsome, babe."
"Thank you, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning, yourself."
"Thank you." CJ whispered before taking his hand and guiding him to the dining room, trying to remember how to walk in a cocktail dress and heels. She honestly felt naked without pants on and having most of her hair clipped back into a messy bun-like style, but knowing that Dean thought she looked good confirmed that she was justifiably feeling good.
"When did you get that little number?" He asked as he sat down at the table, watching her in the kitchen. The cocktail dress was something he had never seen her in, and he was appreciative that she was trying something new for him. Especially something so well fitting that showed off just how hard she'd been working on her body. He heard the garbage can open and her drop things into it, which snapped him from his observations, but thought nothing of it when she brought the food out.
"Adam had a New Years party last year and insisted I go and meet his coworkers, but demanded that I wear a dress. This is the only other time I've ever worn it." She recalled as she set his plate down in front of him and took her seat. She smiled nervously as he picked up his fork, praying to God that it didn't taste too obviously restaurant-bought.
"Two things: this tastes amazing and you look amazing." He mumbled around a full mouth, watching as she took her first bite. "I feel special that you put that on just to eat dinner with me."
"It's not just dinner. Today is pretty special, babe."
"You're right, it is a special day." Dean agreed, gently touching her knee beneath the table. "I've never done anything for Valentine's Day before."
"I have, but only once and it was nothing like this."
"With Jay, huh?"
"Yeah, he uh- he took me to dinner." CJ spoke quietly, trying her best to not cry at the mention of the man who had her all out of sorts the past week. Dean picked up on her discomfort and frowned, taking her hand in his on the table top.
"Is everything okay?"
"I've been such a bitch, Dean." She whispered, staring down at her plate.
"Did you and Jay get into a fight?"
"He'd have to answer his phone for us to be able to fight. I meant that I've been such a bitch to you." Dean didn't have any idea what she could possibly be talking about, so he gently pulled her to her feet and guided her to sit on his lap. Her head came to rest on his shoulder and her legs crossed over his thigh while she tried her best to not cry on his neck. "All this week, the sex, I've been-"
"Using me as a distraction. I know, and I'm okay with that."
"You are?" CJ asked quietly, picking her head up so she could look him in the eye. His hand gently cupped her cheek, keeping her head in place so he could kiss her nose.
"Having me fuck your brains out on a nightly basis is way better than shutting me out completely. It's a way for me to be there for you, and that's all I ever really want to be."
"So how was your day out with Olive?" She asked, trying to get the subject off of her. Dean knew this and kissed her forehead before pulling her plate closer so she could eat before going into the story of his day.
They continued in that manner, making small talk and eating together, until their plates were clean and then they just sat there. CJ was loving the feeling of just existing with Dean, not having to worry about doing anything spectacular. Just feeling his hand on her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her thigh putting her into a relaxed state. Her hand rest on his cheek, her eyes on his as they just smiled at each other.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I just... I just- I need you to know that there's nothing I wouldn't do for you." She spoke softly, rubbing his cheek as she pecked his lips. He smiled and returned the gesture, gently squeezing her thigh. He knew that opening up like this was hard for her, and he'd make this as easy for her as he could. "You're, uh- you're my everything. And Olive, too, obviously. But I just- yeah. I felt you should know that."
"Thank you, Christina." He whispered, claiming her lips in a longer kiss. "You're my everything, too. I don't know what I'd do without you, and I don't ever want to have to find out."
"I don't know how you put up with me, Dean."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a wreck. Emotionally challenged, I can't cook to save my life-"
"You made dinner." He cut her off, making her chuckle and drop her head in embarrassment.
"I made an attempt and ruined all of your pots and pans so I ordered dinner. I'm sorry about that, though."
"We'll go buy new ones in the morning." He stated, guiding her head back up to make eye contact. "Don't worry."
"I'm not."
"I appreciate the effort, darlin'." He murmured before kissing her in a much more heated kiss than the ones they shared before. CJ was receptive, weaving her hands through his combed back hair as her lips parted for his probing tongue. "I don't think I can wait much longer, CJ."
"Take me, then." She prompted, turning so she could blow out the candles. "Right here, right now."
"I love it when you tell me what to do," He whispered in her ear as he helped her stand before unzipping his pants. "But I'm calling the shots tonight, your highness."
"Yeah?" She breathed, hearing him stand and push the plates off of the table before bending her over the hard wood surface.
"You're god damn right I am." He stated, pushing her dress up and delivering a gentle smack to her left butt cheek. "I've been so hard for you since I first saw you in this tight little dress."
"Glad I got the right reaction out of you." She mumbled as his fingers trailed along her slit. "Dean, please."
"What do you want, Christina?"
"I want you." CJ breathed, fighting back the moan that threatened to escape when he pushed two fingers into her heat.
"I can tell. You're so wet for me, baby." Dean commented as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection. "Always so wet for me."
"Only for you, baby." She moaned as he pushed into her, trying to grip the edge of the table as he began thrusting into her. There was no need for adjusting or pleasantries, they had all night to be sweet to each other so this was purely about getting off after being apart for the day. For Dean, this was about getting CJ off, but she was already too far gone in the pleasure to have any set goal in mind.
"C'mon, baby." Dean prompted, his fingers going to her clit to help her towards her orgasm. "Cum for me."
This was one of her quieter orgasms, her back arched and her head was thrown back as her nails tried to dig into whatever she could, but the only sound she made was her breathing until she laid down on the table to catch her breath.
"You broke the plates." She commented, lazily pointing in the direction of the glass shards.
"We'll go buy new ones when we get the pots and pans."
"We should clean that up."
"I'll take care of it. You head upstairs."
"What do you have planned?" She asked, looking to her boyfriend as he swept up the glass.
"Sweet payback. Go get naked and be ready for me."
"I'm always ready for you, Dean." She called as she headed up the stairs, making Dean smirk to himself as he finished sweeping up the glass and carried the dustpan to the garbage can. Seeing the food containers made him smile at her effort before he took the stairs two at a time to get to their bedroom. He had been thinking about this moment since he got the box of rose petals; and watching her light candles on the nightstand, still in her dress.
"I thought I said to get naked?"
"Yeah, but I felt the ambience was lacking." She stated, turning to face him with a small smile. "You can't have rose petals without candlelight."
"I suppose you can't." He agreed, turning the lights off and basking in the ambience as he stepped towards her. "Feels romantic."
"As it should." She murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands found her hips, holding her tightly in place when his lips pressed to hers in a sweet kiss.
"I love you, Christina Copeland." He whispered against her lips, bringing a smile onto her face.
"Say it again." She requested, pecking his lips as he backed her towards the bed. "Please, Dean, I need you to say it again."
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you." He mumbled, unzipping her dress before lifting her onto the bed. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
"I never get tired of hearing you say that to me." She admitted, smiling as her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt.
"And I'll never get tired of saying it."
"Make love to me, Dean."
"On my terms, darlin'." He reminded, pecking her lips as he pulled her dress away from her body. She nodded, watching as he undressed her before going into their closet. She knew then what he was going for, but wasn't sure what his reaction would be when he saw everything else that was in that little paper bag. "You are one kinky bitch, aren't you?"
"Shut up."
"This other stuff is for next time." He stated as he stood, eyes scanning her body with admiration. "Definitely next time."
"Alright. Can you get your pants off, please?"
"My terms." Dean sang, sitting on the bed and gently pulling her into a sitting position. She watched as he carefully unfolded the blindfold, almost as if he was scared that he'd tear it, before slowly raising it up to cover her eyes. She did her best to not tense up, earning a kiss to the forehead from her loving boyfriend. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."
"I know." CJ whispered, feeling him lock a cuff around her wrist. It was tight enough to feel it, but loose enough that she could easily slide her hand out if she needed to. He guided her onto her back, looping the free cuff through the headboard before locking away her other wrist and gently tugging to make sure that she was secure.
Absolutely beautiful. Dean thought to himself, looking at his girlfriend with a lusty smirk on his face. His tongue slowly dragged across his lips to wet them in anticipation for what was to come, the sweet satisfaction of teasing and pleasuring his Queen like she had done to him. There were a few changes made to the plan, but that was neither here nor there. What mattered was that they were going to be making love and she was slowly working on her control issues.
His hand stayed on some portion of her body so that she knew that he hadn't left her, and that was the only thing really getting CJ through this. As long as he kept touching her, she'd be okay. She just hoped that he knew that.
His lips found hers once again, briefly, before they trailed down the column of her neck and to her chest. Ignoring her precious requests to stray from her nipples, he sucked one into his mouth and teased it with his tongue and teeth to get that breathy moan out of her. He knew that if she had use of her hands, they'd be in his hair as he worked her down the slow road to pleasure.
CJ surprised herself by being disappointed when he abandoned her chest to explore the rest of her body. She had spent the last couple weeks banning him from her chest because she was breastfeeding, yet here she was not wanting him to leave that spot. It was certainly a conundrum that bothered her, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind so she could focus on her boyfriend and give him her undivided attention. Well, as much as she could without being able to see him or touch him with her-
"Oh, wow." She breathed as his tongue began lapping at her entrance, not expecting it to feel that much better with her vision taken away from her. Dean could only smirk as he continued to tease her entrance, knowing that she'd be close to going insane with need. He just had to push her to that point.
He took a second to wet his thumb before circling it around her pearl, eliciting a hearty moan from his girlfriend as she tried to lift her hips. But he had his hand firmly planted on her hip to keep her in place as he teased her.
"Dean, please."
"Hm?"
"I can't take this." She half whined, trying her best to squirm from his grasp. He only held tighter, delivering a gentle swat to her thigh to still her.
"You can, though." He assured, pushing two fingers into her heat. "You're so wet for me. Do you like it when I tease you, your highness?"
"No, daddy, I don't."
"Daddy, huh?" He asked with a smirk, curling his fingers so they'd just barely brush against her spot. "I like that, sweetheart. I like that a lot."
"I'm going to love it when you finally get inside me."
"Hush, darlin'."
"Dean-"
"I will not tell you again." He scolded, his tone telling her that he was still smirking despite his warning. She wished that she could see just so she could watch his face as she continually went against his wishes. "Don't make me spank you, Christina."
"Don't tempt me." CJ teased, wiggling her hips in an attempt to get his fingers deeper. Her reward was a smack to her thigh and, although it wasn't where she wanted it, it was just as pleasing to her.
"Keep this up and you'll be covered in my handprints."
"Is that really a bad thing?"
"To us, no. But one little bruise could easily be taken out of context." He reasoned, removing his fingers from her so he could take off his pants. CJ easily heard the zipper and fought to hide her excitement. He had been teasing far too long and it was time for her to reap in the benefits. "What do you want?"
"I want you to make love to me, Dean." CJ pled, raising her hips since he wasn't holding her down any longer.
"Patience."
"Would it be faster if I called you daddy?"
"A lot of things would be faster if you called me daddy, and I'd rather not cut this experience short." Dean stated, now naked and hovering over her. She only nodded, sighing when his mouth attached to her collarbone as he gently pushed his length into her waiting heat.
"Thank you, Dean."
"Patience is a virtue, sweetheart." He mumbled against her skin, keeping his pace slow and steady. "No words, baby, just feel."
"Can I please touch you?"
"No, baby." He murmured, his slow pace never faltering as she let out a small mewl of protest. "Just enjoy."
And enjoy, she did. Her whole body relaxed, eyes shutting tightly as his lips claimed hers in a hot kiss. She was done trying to see through the opaque blindfold and, frankly, it was giving her a headache. So she lost herself in her boyfriend; his movements, his touch, his murmurings against her skin as he took his time pushing them to their releases. The too-familiar gnawing need was there within her, begging to be sated for the night at the very least. She knew Dean was feeling it too, since he was gradually speeding up his pace. She wasn't sure if he was trying to be subtle about it so that she didn't catch on, but she knew that with her currently heightened sense of touch that it's be near impossible for her not to notice.
"That's it, baby, feel me." Dean encouraged, feeling her arch beneath him when he hit her spot. One glance up confirmed that her hands were balled into fists as he continued to thrust into her, feeling the flush creep up to his face.
"Dean, I-" He silenced her with a kiss, silently conveying to her that he knew and was going to take care of her. He felt her tighten around him and removed the blindfold so he could watch her come undone. Slowly those icy blue eyes opened, blinking slowly to adjust to the candlelight but staying locked onto his as his forehead rest against hers. Their eyes conveyed a simple message to one another as they reached their long awaited release: I love you.
It took Dean a second to realize that his girlfriend was still handcuffed to the headboard, but that was because she was half asleep in his arms and wasn't much for words at that moment. He tossed the metal to the side and gently massaged her wrists while he held her close and kept them connected in the most intimate of ways.
"How the fuck are we going to sleep with rose petals on the bed?" She asked quietly, not at all trying to remove her face from his neck.
"We'll just sleep. You're too tired to be too picky, anyways."
"Shut up, Ambrose." Though she sounded bitter, he felt her smile against his neck as he wrestled with the blanket and top sheet to cover them up.
"Love you, too, Copeland."
This chapter was supposed to be out earlier, but my day was a total shit storm from about eleven am(when I was supposed to be podtimg the chapter) forward, because there was a shooting at the highschool I graduated from where I have family attending currently and family friends who go to school there and work there and I was on and off the phone all day and then there was a death on my dad's side of the family and I had to take a couple hours and take some very deep breaths.
I'd like to thank you all in advance for your patience in waiting for this update, but future updates on this one and my others are going to take some time for obvious reasons.
Thank you to ChelleLew, TheLovelyCanche, Damnitambrose, Sarcastic Nightmare, UntilNeverDawns, calwitch, and ItReignsJustice-619 for reviewing the last chapter, as well as everyone who's been reading, favoriting and following this story. Honestly, it wasn't supposed to go passed fifty, yet here we are at a hundred. Thank you so much!