Seth smiled at the sight of Petra sitting at the kitchen table with her eyes closed. They had had a great day together. They had just finished eating and he had asked her to close her eyes because he had a surprise for her. He placed the homemade tiramisu down on the table.
"Okay, now you can open them," he said.
She opened her eyes and looked at the tiramisu. She broke out in a wide smile.
"You made tiramisu?" She asked.
"I sure did," he said.
"It's my favorite dessert," she said.
"I know. That's why I made it," he said.
He placed a fork in front of her and sat back down.
"How did you know that?" She asked.
"I have a good memory," he said. "I don't recall where we were. It was back in the Shield days, and you were out with us after a show. We went out to eat somewhere, and you were ecstatic when you saw tiramisu on the dessert card. You told us it's your favorite, and you ordered it. You had the sweetest smile on your face while you ate it."
"I can't believe you remember after all these years," she said.
"I like to think I remember the important things," he said.
"No one's ever done anything like this for me before," she said. "Thank you."
He could see it meant a lot to her. He took his fork and placed it into the tiramisu. He reached across the table to let her have that first bite. Once she tasted it, she got that sweet smile on her face again that he remembered from all those years ago.
"That's the smile," he said.
"It's so good," she said. "It's probably one of the best ones I've ever had."
"Really? It's only my second time making it so I wasn't too sure about it," he said.
She got up from her seat, walked around the table and straddled him.
"It's really delicious," she said. "And so are you."
She leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and felt how she started grinding against him. That short, off-white dress didn't cover much when she sat like this. He could practically feel how wet she was despite wearing jeans himself. She pushed herself a bit backwards and reached between them to open his jeans. A few seconds later his dick was out in the open.
"Petra," he mumbled.
"Ssh," she said. "Let me take care of you, Seth."
She pushed her panties aside and slid down on him. He held on to her tighter and didn't give her much room to move. What little room she had, she used it to make him feel better than ever.
"Fuck," he moaned. "That's so good."
He kissed her again and tried holding on to her even tighter. He couldn't get close enough to her in that moment. She started shaking and crying out in soft tones. He let go too a few seconds after her. For a minute they just sat there in a tight embrace while catching their breaths. She finally leaned out enough to smile at him.
"That wasn't planned," she said shyly.
"I'm not complaining," he said.
"You went through all that trouble making me dessert and I just jump you like a crazy person instead," she said.
"Still not complaining," he chuckled. "How about we bring the tiramisu to the couch and watch a movie?"
"That sounds like a good idea," she said. "I just need to use the bathroom first."
She pecked his lips, got up and left the kitchen. He stood up, fixed his clothes and washed his hands before picking up the tiramisu and the two forks. He couldn't stop smiling as he moved to the living room. He sat down on the couch, and she came to join him a couple of minutes later. She sat down next to him, and he pulled her in to lean up against him.
"This feels nice," she said.
"I agree," he said. "It feels really nice."
He kissed the top of her head. She sighed and snuggled closer. It felt so natural to him to have her there in his arms. He could pretend in that moment that she was his girlfriend. Nothing could ruin the moment for him.
"Dean talked a lot a shit about you," she said.
"He did?" he asked.
"He was always trying to warn me about you. I saw right through it but I never called him out on it. He was jealous of you. He saw you as a threat. Only you though. Never Roman. I don't know why he was so obsessed with making you out to be the bad guy," she said.
"Because he knew," he sighed. "He might be an asshole but he's not stupid. He never said anything but I know he could see it. He knew."
"Knew what?" She asked.
He sighed again. He didn't want to ruin the moment but he didn't want to lie to her either.
"That I like you," he said.
She tilted her head up to look at him.
"I already know you're my friend," she said.
"Not like that," he said. "I like you, Petra. As in like-like you. As in... Well, fuck. If you're gonna leave, you're gonna leave. I can't keep hiding it. I've always had feelings for you, and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"You idiot!" She yelled.
"Okay, that's not how I saw this going," he said.
She got up from the couch and walked straight out to the hallway. He followed behind and watched her get back in her shoes.
"Don't leave," he said.
She grabbed her jacket and opened the front door.
"Petra!" He raised his voice. "Please, don't leave."
She turned around and looked at him. He was confused at what he was seeing. She didn't look angry. She looked sad. Only Dean ever made her sad like that. He was supposed to make her happy. For some reason he had kicked her right back to the place he was trying to get her out of.
"Petra," he said lowly.
"He'll ruin it!" She started crying. "He always ruins everything!"
"I won't let him," he said.
"It doesn't matter," she said. "What Dean wants, Dean gets. You already know that. You of all people fucking know that. You and Roman sacrificed so much for him and it was never enough."
She turned around and strode towards her car. Before he could gather his thoughts, she was taking off. He watched as she pulled out of his driveway and drove down the street away from his house. The moment he had been so sure couldn't be ruined, had just been ruined by his own confession.