I do not own Bates Motel.

But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.

Yeah, Whatever

That Truly Special Connection

Dylan and Emma were sitting on the couch in an otherwise person empty Seattle apartment.

"You know one of the many, many things that turn me on about you?"

He grinned, feeling the blush travel over his skin.

"No, but I like where this conversation is heading."

She laughed then leaned forward, nuzzling his neck.

"Your smell."

He felt his lower region start to tighten and respond as it always did whenever Emma touched him with intention.

"For so long, everything I smelled was through a plastic tube. Even when I took the tubes out, it was like they were still there."

She was kissing his neck she spoke, punctuating every few syllables with a sensous kiss.

"Now I can smell everything. All the time. And I just can't get enough of your smell."

Oh, neither can I. I mean, of you.

"We, uh, we should be careful," he managed, eyes slipping closed in bliss. "I . . . don't want to hurt you."

She drew back, eyes dark and wanting.

And grinned at him as she slipped a leg over his lap and sat astride him.

"I feel fine, Dylan."

And she leaned over catching his mouth with hers.

"Better than fine."

Yeah, I can . . .

Hands slipping in between them to caress his skin with silken fingers.

. . . mmm, tell.

Dylan Massett was a believer in great sex.

The way it felt.

The way it sounded.

The way it smelled and tasted.

He liked it. Alot.

The escape of harsh reality into a realm of intense pleasure and that little death.

He'd had lots of sex.

Some of it great, some of it not.

Some of his partners he had cared about.

Some he couldn't even remember their names.

But nothing, nothing was as good as sex with the woman he loved.

The woman who loved him and knew him and accepted him.

Emma.

"Dylan, um, I wanted to talk to you."

"Okay."

Preparatory clearing of the throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Gathering her courage, finally looking him in the eyes to speak so they would know they were telling the truth to each other.

"What is it, Emma?"

Nervous licking of the lips.

All the things he could watch her do all day.

"I really appreciate you being so kind and patient with my recovery. Especially with the, um,-"

She paused and Dylan thought he was intervening in a good way.

"Emma, please, it's nothing-"

She smiled.

"I know. But it's meant alot to me. It means you really care."

Dylan had no trouble being honest.

He shrugged.

"Emma, I love you. I'll do anything for you."

Her smile widened, then disappeared.

"Yeah and that's part of what I'm trying to say. Ahem, I'm glad you've been taking care to be careful with me when we have sex."

Whoa. She just threw that right out there, didn't she?

"But I can have sex like a normal person now."

And he . . .

"Oh, um, okay."

. . . didn't quite know what to say.

She smiled, stepping closer. Pressing her hands to his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

"I kinda get the feeling that you've been, uh, holding back because you were worried about, um, sending my new lungs flying out of my nose or something . . ."

Haha, wait that can't really happen, can it?

". . . and don't get me wrong, I don't want you to slam me up against a wall or spank me or anything . . ."

Oh my god-

". . . but it's okay to, uh . . ."

She grinned, blushing.

". . . be a little more . . . assertive."

Wait, is she saying I'm being a bad lover?

"I'm not saying you've been a bad lover or anything . . ."

Stop reading my mind.

"I'm just saying you don't have to worry anymore about hurting me if you get, um . . ."

Her blush deepened and Dylan thought he had never had such a subtly erotic conversation in his life.

". . . passionate."

I literally have no idea what to say right now but . . .

"Okay."

Then he didn't move a muscle.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you feel passionate about me . . . physically?"

You have no idea.

"Yes."

She grinned, tossing off her blouse theatrically in a way he knew she couldn't have done even a week ago.

"Then show me."

He glanced around, unsure.

But so, so ready at the same time.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Emma's eyes seemed to gleam as she locked him with her yearning gaze.

"Show me."

He grinned, a little self consciously.

She grinned back.

"Okay."

And then taking her in his arms, he did.

"Don't pressure me. For anything."

She'd said it cute and sweet that day at the cabin when he'd first kissed her.

Told her she had to get that 'dumb lung transplant'.

But Dylan Massett could tell it was true, reflexive and instinctive and true.

And applied to any number of situations that could crop up between them.

And he also didn't need to be told twice.

He'd never been aggressive with females when it came to sex.

He'd never really had to.

Plus, watching his mother groped and manhandled by his stepfather over the years had been repulsive.

He never wanted to be like that.

Treat women like meat, convenient holes.

Even when he was just after them for sex he was always respectful about it.

If they were up for it, great.

If not, okay.

So being considerate of whatever boundaries Emma had wasn't new behavior for him.

But he was doing it for a whole new reason.

Add to respect and common decency, long abiding, complete and genuine love.

She could have been a celibate nun and if she loved him back he would have never blinked an eye.

Fortunately for Dylan, Emma Decody . . .

"I love you, Dylan."

"I love you, Emma."

. . . loved him.

"Now take your pants off!"

Big grins between them. Chuckles.

"Okay."

And wanted to enjoy his body just as much as he wanted to enjoy hers.

And theirs together.

He always let her take the lead because only she could tell what would tax her healing body too much. Cause pain. Possible damage to her healing body.

So he tried to be gentle. Controlled. Kind.

That had not changed.

He would never consider hurting her. Treating her anything less than his everything.

But she wanted his abandon now. She wanted his full-out passion, not tempered by anxiety or fear for her condition.

She just wanted them.

Together.

Just them.

Sex had always been serious business for Dylan.

Never before in the heat of passion had he even considered having the proclivity to just grin at the girl other than for lust.

I appreciate what you're showing me right now.

Or smug pride.

Yeah, I liked that move myself. Pretty good, huh?

Those times were good, sure.

But he'd never just looked upon his partner . . .

I love you so much.

. . . just felt a surge of joy, a thrill of happiness that she was in his life just as she was.

He couldn't quite explain it, would feel stupid trying to.

But he thought Emma might understand if he did.

Because when they paused, exchanged big, happy grins . . .

I love you, I love you, I love you.

. . . without any self consciousness or reservation at all.

No intent to keep up some grownup I-am-having-sex-here faces.

Just love and happiness and a sense of being accepted and completed in every way by another human being . . .

I love you so much, Emma.

. . . it meant all the world to him.

Always.

Forever.

"Oh, Dylan . . ."

". . . Emma . . ."

"You okay?"

She sounded slightly concerned.

"Dylan?"

Slightly.

They had been lying there for a few minutes, slowing their racing hearts and heavy breathing.

All sweaty and worn out.

And feeling so good.

So good.

He gulped air. Trying to sound calm. And not like he was completely spent and drunk on her.

"Yeah. Yeah. You just, uh, left me . . . breathless."

It sound like a line, a really bad line.

But it wasn't.

It was just . . . him.

Him at that moment.

She laughed, a throaty, sexy sound that made him grin, eyes half-lidded, expression dopey, up at the ceiling.

Then she responded, light and cheeky.

"Well, I hope you don't need an oxygen tank because I gave that up."

He barked a chuckle, glancing over at her.

"Really?"

She nodded, eyes alit, demeanor devilishly sexy and playful.

"Yeah, really."

And stretched.

Still grinning like a minx as his eyes swept appreciatively over her bare skin.

"And you better get your air back 'cause we're going again soon."

He laughed.

"Oh yeah?"

She grinned back, already reaching for him again.

"Oh yeah."

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah. ;)

So I hoped you've enjoyed the story up to this point. Even if you're just reading and not reviewing, I just want people to enjoy it.

And I post it for myself as well.

So I've got to go back to work tomorrow after a 10 day snow break. I won't post again until the weekend.

Next up though, Dylan and Emma are going to find out some exciting news. You can probably guess what it is!