It was a lazy day for the couple. The outside weather wasn't exactly desirable for taking Olivia outside and neither Dean nor CJ actually wanted to leave the house or do anything productive. They both got some cardio in downstairs before they ended up laying on the couch while watching Olivia sleep on the floor, but both felt like they needed to do something. Neither knew what to do, though.

"This blows." CJ mumbled into Dean's shirt, heaving a sigh before she felt him start drumming on her backside gently. She knew that he would be entertained by his actions and just let him go, trying to figure out just what they could do with the wind being as harsh as it was outside. She didn't think there could be windstorms in Vegas, so she was at a loss right now.

"I'm having a good time right now."

"Even Olive knows that today blows because she's been asleep for most of it."

"She's also coming down with a cold, which is probably why-"

"Let me be dramatic, Dean." She deadpanned, lifting her head to look at her boyfriend. He looked so happy right now, and she had no clue why other than the fact that his drumming had turned into a gentle kneading that actually felt really good to her. "That feels good."

"Thought it might."

"Let's give Bear a bath."

"Where did that idea come from?" Dean asked, watching as his girlfriend sat up so that she straddled him and watching her think through her plan. His question went unanswered, not that he really minded, and it wasn't long before she had rolled off of him and laid in front of the Newfoundland. The hundred plus pound dog opened his eyes to see her right in his face and only took a deep breath, moving his head so that their noses touched. Dean had seen this happen plenty of times and, in his opinion, their dog must've had a heart of gold to be able to deal with CJ at her most annoying as often as he did.

"You wanna go take a bath, Bear?" CJ asked, gently scratching behind the massive dog's ears and grinning when he licked at her nose. "That's a yes, Dean."

"I still wish that I understood where the hell this idea came from." He mumbled, watching as CJ and Bear ran from the living room and up the stairs. "Guest bathroom, babe!"

"I know!"

Your mother is going to be the death of me, little one. Dean thought to himself as he picked up Olivia and held her close to his chest to lull her back to sleep while cursing himself slightly for using Seth's term of endearment for their daughter. He was trying to not miss Seth and here he was thinking of Seth, which he knew would make him miss Seth. "I know you're not feeling well, Princess. We're gonna finish your nap upstairs though."

He took the stairs one at a time, moving slowly as to not disturb the infant too much as he moved. He already felt bad enough that his poor princess was sick, the last thing he really wanted was her sick and fussy because then he'd never be able to put her down and that was something that he really couldn't afford to do right now. Bathing Bear was a two person job at the very minimum, and was difficult even when they had Seth's help, so he wasn't sure why CJ would want to do that right now. He knew she was bored but he figured that she would want sex before deciding to throw Bear in the bath. She'd go do crunches before bathing Bear, and she hated crunches.

"Oh my god, Bear, stop!" He heard her giggle and Dean poked his head into the bathroom to see that Bear had gotten into the tub without complaint and the water was filling the tub, but the Newfoundland wouldn't stop licking at her face. "Dean, help!"

"Let me lay her down and then I'll save you." He assured, entering the nursery and kissing Olivia's head before laying her down and making sure she was covered up properly. He was going to admire her for a moment, but a loud thud from the bathroom had him rushing out to see what was wrong. He saw her on the ground, one hand cradling her head while Bear stood over her and continued to lick at her face. He was quick to come to her rescue, grabbing Bear's collar and gently guiding him back into the tub before he knelt beside his girlfriend and helped her to a sitting position. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just bumped my head."

"You sure?"

"I've had worse, Dean." She tried to assure, but the frown on his face only deepened from the memories of everything bad she'd endured while she'd known him. The Raw before the 2014 Royal Rumble stood out most to him, because he'd never forget Batista spearing her nor would he forgive himself for not being there for her when she needed him to protect her.

CJ knew that her boyfriend had disappeared into his thoughts and smiled as she sat up on her knees to face him. Her hands cupped his cheeks and it seemed as though that had spurred him from his thoughts just enough to gain his attention. She pecked his lips with a smile, repeating the action until she finally got him to respond on the fourth peck.

"Stop thinking so much, babe." She teased, rubbing her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss. He couldn't help but grin, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her onto his lap. "I don't know what you're thinking, mister, but we've got work to do."

"Bear thinks he's in trouble so we've got time." He tried to persuade, but she shook her head before kissing his lips again. "Babe-"

"Mister Ambrose, I am not going to allow our son to believe that he's in trouble nor will I have sex in front of him." She used her "official" tone, which Dean couldn't deny was the biggest turn on ever. He loved it when she got all official and he wanted to just fuck the formality right out of her, but she always used it in moments where he couldn't get to her. He also loved it when he called Bear their son.

"Miss Copeland, need I remind you that your professional tone won't make the hard on go away?"

CJ went to respond, but Bear gave a small whine of what the couple felt was uncertainty and she instantly pulled away from her boyfriend and leaned over the edge of the tub to hug the large dog.

"My poor baby, you're okay." She cooed, watching as Dean leaned over to turn off the bath water. "Mommy's okay and you've been such a good boy."

"He absolutely adores you." Dean commented, noticing the way that she calmed the Newfoundland. It was an instantaneous reaction and something that Dean could whole heartedly relate to, which was why it warmed his heart so much. "You guys are so fucking cute together."

CJ only smiled, kissing Bear's head before backing up just in time for Dean to start wetting Bear's fur. The Newfoundland started to squirm in obvious discomfort with the water, but CJ kept scratching behind his ears and whispering words of assurance to her baby as Dean continued to wet him.

"What made you want to bathe him?" Dean asked once the Newfoundland was thoroughly wet and she looked over at him in disbelief as she accepted the bottle of shampoo from him.

"He was stinky, babe." She explained, her face giving away just how confused she was as she started massaging the shampoo into Bear's fur. "How did you not smell him?"

"I don't spend a lot of time smelling him. Besides, he's a man."

"That means nothing to me. My little man is going to smell like," She paused, stopping to pick up the bottle and look for the scent. "Raspberries and vanilla."

"He's not little. He almost weighs as much as you do."

"Shut up." CJ laughed, and Dean chuckled before flicking water at her face. "You ass!"

Dean realized early in his friendship with CJ that he had a bad habit of staring at her. This was made more than just obvious to him when she wasn't even doing anything exciting, but he was watching her closely. Just staring at her and observing the way she sat in the middle of their living room wearing just a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun that sat atop her head and her tank top had ridden up a bit, which meant that some of her skin was exposed and he loved when her skin was exposed.

A groan left her and she threw herself back onto the carpet in a mini tantrum that Dean knew was the product of boredom. With Olivia asleep and Seth gone, all they really had to do was stare at each other. Going outside wasn't an option, since it was windy as hell and CJ was officially afraid of their backyard, and Bear wanted nothing to do with them for the time being after being bathed, brushed, and blow dried by the couple.

"Dean, I'm bored."

"I gave you my suggestion but you said that we couldn't in front of Bear." He commented, laying his head back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling, noticing some old and dried mush that Seth and Roman missed the last time they were responsible for watching Olivia.

"That did happen." She agreed, nodded before rolling onto her stomach. Her groaning had stopped, which meant that she had found herself something to do for the moment. He just wasn't expecting that something to be teasing him.

At first he didn't notice the way she had propped her ass up into the air, but eventually it because hard for him not to notice because there was no feeling like sweatpants rubbing against his bare leg. that's when he looked down, just in time to see her start pulling down her sweatpants.

"You want to get fucked now, don't you?" He asked, placing his hand on her back and pushing the thin fabric of her tank top up to expose more of her skin. "I think I should make you work for it."

"Whatever you feel is necessary, Mister Ambrose."

Fuck me, there she goes again. Dean cursed, stopping her from taking off her sweats and smirking when she looked back at him curiously. "Our son is in the room, Miss Copeland."

"So take me to bed, Mister Ambrose." She suggested, sitting up on her knees and laying her head in his lap. Her hands set to gently kneading his thighs, intentionally coming close to his erection but not making contact as those icy blue eyes stared up at him with an innocence that had pulled him in before. She was such a tease sometimes, it was ridiculous. "Break out the handcuffs and show me how a real champion fucks his girlfriend."

"I could just cuff you to the bed and make you beg to be fucked."

"Whatever you feel is necessary, Mister Ambrose." She repeated her earlier statement, loving the way his eyes darkened with lust. She wasn't sure where exactly they were going with all this verbal foreplay, but she'd gladly take whatever Dean felt the need to dish out onto her. There were so many times where she used him and their sex as a method to help her release her pent up frustrations, that she just wanted to return that same favor to him. "I'm yours."

Those two words lit a fire in Dean like no other. He stood and lifted his girlfriend over his shoulder, carrying her out of the living room and upstairs to their bedroom. CJ carefully avoided hitting her head against the railing, but didn't alert Dean to this fact because she knew that he was too far gone to even hear her right now unless he had actually hurt her. She loved it when Dean got like this, because it made the sex that much more passionate and unbridled and just fucking ugh. She was grateful that this was Wednesday because she was going to need a couple days to recover and walk normally once Dean was done with her.

He delicately tossed her onto the bed, watching with hungry eyes as she stripped down to her bra and underwear before leaning back on her elbows. Dean knew that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, which was why he took his time peeling his shirt off of his body on his way to the closet. He could hear her shifting on the bed and looked back to see her now laying on her side and watching him closely. He only threw a wink back at her before going into their handy bag of fun; taking out the handcuffs and the blindfold, but looking through the bag with interest.

"You don't have a vibrator, do you?"

"Why would I need one when I have you?" She asked, smirking when he rolled his eyes at her response. "I thought about it, but I didn't want to accidentally offend you or anything. We can order one, I suppose."

"You're not going to ask why I want one?"

"Nope. I trust you." She spoke softly, watching as he stood to his full height and undid the drawstring of his sweatpants. He liked that he had her full attention, dangling the handcuffs off of his finger while wagging his eyebrows at her seductively. "Fuck, you need a cop costume."

"I'll see what I can do, sweetheart." He assured, gently guiding her onto her back and straddling her. He gently brought her arms above her head and locked one of the cuffs around her wrist before threading the other one through the headboard and clasping it around her other wrist. "I have so many plans for you, your highness. One of them is not uncuffing you until I'm ready to go to bed."

"Sign me up." CJ whispered, letting him lift her head and shutting her eyes before he blindfolded her. Unlike the last time, she didn't go into a small panic and actually relaxed once her vision was obscured. This relaxed Dean and he gently stroked her cheeks before bringing his hands down to her chest. He palmed her breasts over her bra and before pulling the cups down and gently pinching and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. A sigh left her and he grinned, getting off of her so he could take off his sweatpants.

"You have no idea just how beautiful you look right now, Christina." He whispered, blue eyes drinking in the image of her basically chained to the bed and blindfolded just for him. She looked absolutely delicious, and he couldn't wait to get her naked. Only her bra was going to be an issue because he was too preoccupied with getting her secured in place. This wouldn't be such an issue if the bra in question wasn't CJ's all-time favorite bra that she'd ever bought. Sure, she had three of them, but she really enjoyed the red bra with the black lace overlay more than her rose pink and dark blue varieties even though he honestly preferred the dark blue one. "Can I tear it if I promise to buy you a new one?"

"Why not just take the straps off?"

"They come off?" Dean asked, tilting his head in confusion when she nodded. The fuck kind of witchcraft is this?

He toggled with the left strap for a few seconds, tugging here and there until it dawned on him that the strap could only come off in two places and let out a small "a-ha" when he finally got the left strap free. The right strap came off much quicker and it wasn't long before he had tossed her bra to the side and grinned at his success. From there it was smooth sailing, his mouth attaching to her neck and leaving a love bite there that he was certain would last a couple days. He nipped along her clavicle and down between the valley of her breasts, his hands gently caressing her sides once her got to her belly button.

"Was your belly button once pierced?"

"Yeah." She whimpered once he started teasing her through her panties. She was expecting plenty of teasing, since she felt that he was trying to occupy her time as much as he possibly could, and she was about as prepared for it as she possibly could be for what he could possibly drum up. But she needed him to touch her. "Dean, please baby."

He only shushed her, smirking when she let out a huff. He needed her to beg and plead for him to fuck her, he wasn't going to just hand it to her. Her mind being stuck on him meant that she wasn't worrying about how bored she was without Seth and the weather being so awful outside. "Don't speak unless I'm hurting you, or else I'll spank you."

He's so hot. CJ thought to herself, feeling him start sliding her panties down her legs. He was going so slow and she knew that he was trying to drive her nuts, but she was okay with that in a weird way. She didn't mind it and even welcomed it. Anything to occupy her time, and it was just awesome that he was occupying her time with sex. Sex with Dean was always an adventure because it was never the same ride twice. He could be slow and sensual, rough and dirty, or a weird combination of the two. Then there was the way he talked to her, sometimes dirty but sometimes sweet, and then there was the way he looked at her. His eyes have always been one of her weak points, but there was the way he looked at her with pure lust or complete adoration. Most times it was a mixture of the two, and she fucking loved that.

"Something tells me that you liked getting spanked last time." Dean stated, referring to the time when his lovely girlfriend was being a brat and he had to "punish" her in the only way he knew how. The sex after that was phenomenal, and he liked how her usually pale skin looked when it was red with traces of his hand print all over that nice ass. "Didn't you, sweetheart?"

She only nodded, biting her lip when she felt his finger ghost along her slit as slow as he possibly could. He was intent on driving her nuts and that much was made obvious to her when he repeated that motion at least four times, and it took everything in her power to not beg him to touch her. She was starting to squirm, though, and while her movements may have been minute, Dean could feel her squirm beneath his touch. She was needy, and that was good, but he wanted her desperate.

CJ was in some weird limbo between cloud nine and hell, but she didn't want this to end any time soon. He had finally started to touch her, just light circles around her needy clit, and it was enough to have a sigh break from her lips. She could hear Dean's quiet chuckle and knew that he was enjoying his time spent torturing her.

The plus side in all of this was that they found their cure for boredom.

I planned on more smut in this chapter, but it just wasn't happening. The creative side of my brain has just shut down for some reason and its a terrible terrible feeling. I'm about to start ramPaiging if it keeps up, I swear.

Anywhoozles, I'd like to thank meredith757, Imagineer1392, Guest, ChelleLew, and ItReignsJustice-619 for reviewing the last chapter! I appreciate it!