Okay. Time for a disclaimer. I own none of the talented wonderful men in this story. If I did... Well I wouldn't just be writing about it that's for sure! Officially this is a Dean/OC/Roman story.

Guys, I apologize, but I have a lot going on. This is a short chapter but I needed to get something out. My grandma is on hospice basically and will be leaving us soon. For a while, things will be slow. I hope you all will stick with me through this hiatus.


Thursday went by slowly but happily. Despite some pain and being annoyed at her inability to do normal things, Leecie felt like it wasn't that bad. She got to spend the evening wrapped up between her two men, learning more about them and just spending quality time together.

"At least being shot was good for that," she murmured to herself as she tugged a brush through her hair.

It was now Friday evening and finally, finally, she could take a shower if she was careful. She wanted to make it as easy as possible so she wanted to get all of her tangles out before hand.

The thought of trying to wash her hair with her still sore fingers and all the stretching that would be required made cringe. She was already wincing just from the strain of brushing her hair.

"I really, really need to rethink my life choices when they end up with me getting shot," she mumbled to herself.

As she was pulling off her dress with a struggle, she paused at a twinge of pain in her side. Of course. Of course it hurt. Why wouldn't it? Why wouldn't her own fricking body give her trouble with the simplest things? As she let out a curse and wiggled, there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?"

Leecie paused, caught her flustered reflection, and her cheeks went even darker scarlet as she realized she had to let him in. She was stuck in the dress, arms flailing by her head with the dress trapped by her elbows, and needed his help.

"Yeah, just- don't laugh," she sighed.

Joe opened the door and the instant their eyes met, she saw his lips twitch. Despite the annoyance at his mirth, she couldn't help but end up smiling at him. She looked ridiculous so she couldn't blame him.

"Not gonna laugh, promise," he said, biting his lip to stop a smile.

The red head rolled her eyes but relented with a little smirk.

"Just help me please, you big dork."

It took some wriggling and tugging but finally she was free. She stumbled from the last pull and fell right against his chest. Arms encircled her and held her gently before she could pull away.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

Looking up, tingling joy filled her chest when her green eyes met those cool gray ones that entranced her so completely. She dropped her head back down and spent some time just relishing in the feel of being held by him. It was a feeling she'd never get tired of. Both of them made her feel so small.

"I came to help you shower but if we're gonna turn this into a cuddling session, we should probably go sit down," Joe rumbled quietly.

She couldn't help but laugh at that then drew away, grinning slightly.

"No, I really do need a shower," she sighed, casting her eyes back at the mirror to find her normally bouncy bright hair desperately in need of a wash, "Don't wanna run you guys away with my stink."

"Hmm, you're right about that, because we're both pussies that would run from that."

The eye roll that accompanied his sass made her giggle. A boyish smirk spread across his lips as he finally looked her over.

"You know, I've seen you in all different states of clothing, but you still amaze me," he murmured.

Joe stepped forward and immediately she tilted her head up, anticipating the kiss coming her way. A large hand cradled the back of her head as his other arm wrapped back around her waist and pulled her close. She was mildly surprised when his kiss was gentle instead of ravenous. It wasn't bad though; in fact it made her heart flutter pleasantly. When his tongue slipped between her lips, something a little darker joined the pleasant happy feeling storming her body. He tasted so sweet her teeth almost ached and it made her want more.

Even injured she wasn't numbed to her attraction to him nor ignorant to the fact she'd still never had him one on one. She reached up and cupped his jaw just to ignite a totally different fire in her, hissing in pain as the twinges spread across her abdomen.

The guilty look on his face when he pulled away made her wilt.

"It's okay, not your fault," she rushed before he could even speak.

"Yeah, no, it is," he sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face, "This is why I gotta show more restraint."

"God, I fucking hate this," she cursed.

She looked down at the dingy white gauze dressing and barely restrained from attacking it. Why couldn't she stop hurting already? How long would it take for the pain to stop?

"I hate that I can't do anything normal with either of you. More than a little kissing and my stupid body acts up," Leecie grumbled.

"Hey, your body is not stupid. It's healing. And what have we said? We wanna be here to help you heal, not because we were hoping to jump you. I've really enjoyed spending time with you. I don't like you being hurt, but I do like that I can do something to help. Now, scoot so I can get the shower started."

She kept muttering to herself as she stepped away and leaned against the wall, flinching slightly at the cool paint against her back. Her eyes shut as she tried to battle off the sudden bad mood. When the water started, she focused on the noise. It funnily enough helped, as if the water washed away the grumpy tone overtaking her mind.

"Come on Leecie," Joe murmured.

When she opened her eyes, she was stunned for a moment, hand frozen in air where she'd been reaching for him. Green orbs greedily took in the sight before her eagerly. Her six foot three Samoan boyfriend was completely naked. From his stunning tattoo to his large bare feet, not a single thread of clothing adorned his Adonis like body.

"How the fuck do you expect me to behave myself when you're naked?" she asked hoarsely.

Joe smirked and shook his head with a laugh, grabbing her hand and leading her into the tub.

"We're just showering. I gotta get clean too. Two birds with one stone, or however it goes," he said warmly.

The water spraying off his skin felt chilly and she gave an involuntary shiver at the sensation.

"Get in the water," he murmured.

He pulled her easily against his body again and the hot streams finally started water falling over his shoulders down to the valley created between her breasts and his solid stomach, while the water from above ran over her head.

"God that feels good," she groaned, letting her forehead drop against his chest.

Heat permeated every inch of her being as she relaxed within his hold. It was the most relaxed she'd been in a while, physically and mentally.

"Which one is the shampoo you use?" Joe asked, startling her from her dozing state.

Standing upright, she gestured to the huge white bottle of Dove shampoo. He surprised her by grabbing it and pouring some out just to start massaging her scalp. A low groan escaped her lips as she turned to limp jelly against him.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Way too good," she murmured softly.

The longer he rubbed her hair the sleepier she found herself becoming. The suds were rinsed out lazily. Then his hands moved down her shoulders and back, working her muscles in an impromptu massage that made her mewl.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Don't have to thank me. I like making you feel good. You gotta get that through your head baby girl. I want you to come to me when you're hurting or need something so I can make it better."

That sentiment coming from him made her heart hurt from happiness.

"Joseph, you have no idea how amazingly perfect you are," she murmured.

He let out a chuckle and said, "Nah, I can snore and be pretty messy. I forget to put the toilet seat down and I get rather grumpy when I don't get the sleep I need."

Rolling her eyes, Leecie stepped back slightly and tentatively reached up. Once she knew she could safely touch his face without pain she cupped his cheeks and stuck her tongue out.

"Those things only make you more perfect," she said, "But if I ever fall in the toilet because of you, I'm going to hurt you."

The duo cracked up laughing at her threat. There was no truth behind it. When he wasn't gasping for breath, Joe ducked down and his plump warm lips pressed against her own.

"You have my word, I'll try my best not to leave it up," he chuckled against her mouth.

Between jokes and cuddles and kisses, they both got clean, with him doing most of the work. He got out first as she turned off the water and held up a towel for her to walk into. The fluffy cloth was soothing against her freshly cleaned skin and only added another layer of content feeling to her emotions. To her chagrin, he took the time to help her dress in a t-shirt and cute sweatpants, including the clothing underneath as well, then dressed himself in a similar outfit.

They headed down stairs and once at the bottom step, a tantalizing scent filled the air.

Apparently Jon had the time to prepare a meal of what smelled like tacos and beans. She let out a groan and lifted her nose into the air, taking a loud scent and groaning.

"Well hello there beautiful," Jon said with a whistle.

Her cheeks reddened as she pushed her damp locks behind her ears.

"Hey, did you really make all this?"

Jon brought a plate and sat it in front of her with a dimpled grin.

"I might have gone a little over board. So everyone can eat up!"

He looked so proud and justly so. It looked and smelled delicious. She tugged the plate closer as they joined her at the table, and she couldn't help but admire them as they dug in.

It's funny how even eating they were both still so attractive. With a small smile, she tucked into her own meal with a satisfied moan. Too bad she couldn't have them both around more often like this.