Dean drove behind Reagan to her house. She drove rather fast and he thrilled at the feeling of a chase. It wasn't surprising that she craved speed behind the wheel. On the one hand, Reagan appeared to be smart, sensible and restrained. On the other, she had a zest for life; free, passionate, fun and a tiny bit reckless. The complexity of her personality was half of the attraction he felt towards her. Dean knew there would never be enough time to learn everything about her.

He tried to concentrate on the road and her taillights but it was difficult when his mind kept replaying the last thirty minutes. They had stood against the Impala in the parking lot of the restaurant, kissing and fondling like teenagers until they were out of breath and flooded with heat. Reagan had been the sense of reason; finally pulling away so they could head to her house.

The gray sedan slowed and made a left turn into her driveway and Dean's baby growled to a stop behind it. Reagan led him up the steps to the front entrance and Dean was smacked with trepidation. This wasn't like meeting a girl in a bar or a one-night stand. There wasn't a cheap motel room he could leave without feeling guilty. This was Reagan and this was her home. Strangely, this felt more intimate than anything he'd done with a woman before.

"Come on in." Reagan was holding the door open for him.

He stepped over the threshold and stood directly inside the door. Awkwardly, he placed his hands in his pockets and glanced around. The door had opened into a cozy living room area. Shelves lined the far wall and were covered with various books and dvds. Reagan's furniture was simple, possibly hand-me-down, but clean and neat. The room was warmed with green plants and lamps with soft lighting. Dean could see into the dining area and kitchen, which were connected to the living room.

"It's no palace, but it's home." Returning his eyes to Reagan she smiled at him and kicked her shoes off to the side of the door. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

Excusing herself, Dean watched her pad off to the bathroom, her white sock covered toes, peeking out from the edge of her jeans which were now dragging the floor behind her heels. She was absolutely adorable and sexy at the same time. No one filled out jeans quite the way Reagan did.

Dean turned into the living room and slowly walked around, staring at all the photos that decorated the walls and tables. Picking one up, he stared at two little blonde girls posing with two adults. Everyone's hands were clasped and they all smiled at the camera.

"Would you like a beer?" Reagan had returned and was walking towards the kitchen.

Dean spun around holding the photograph in his hands. "Yes. Thanks." He held the photo up for her to see. "Hey, is this you?"

She peeked at it over the refrigerator door. "Yep. That's me with Mom and Dad and my sister. I was about six."

"You have a sister?" Dean asked, surprised. He continued jovially, "Sam might want to know that."

She laughed briefly. "I did. She died in a car accident when I was fifteen."

Dean's face fell. "Oh. I'm…I'm sorry."

"Thanks." He was still watching her so she continued, "It was bad. It still is some days. But I'm sort of at peace with it." She walked forward and handed him a beer as he set the picture back down.

"How do you like your steak cooked?"

He grinned as he followed her into the kitchen. "Steaks? You're going to spoil me."

She sent him a flirtatious smirk. "I pegged you for a meat and potatoes kind of guy. So? How?"

"Medium rare."

She bent over and pulled a pan out of the refrigerator and Dean felt a constriction in his groin as he stared at her rounded ass. Setting the pan of seasoned rib eyes on the counter, she reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bag of potatoes.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Dean asked. He felt a little ill at ease standing there doing nothing.

"How about pour me a glass of wine?"

He nodded. "I can do that."

"The glasses are in the upper cabinet right next to the refrigerator and the wine is in the fridge."

Grabbing the glass he leaned into the refrigerator and gazed around.

"Where's the wine?"

Reagan peered over his shoulder and pointed. "Right there."

"The box?" Dean questioned.

Reagan placed her hand on her hip as she looked at him. A light defensive tone filled her voice as she replied, "Yes. I'm living with student loans you know hence, the hand-me-down furniture." Turning away she mumbled, "Besides, I like it."

Dean sighed and stepped up behind her as she stood with her back to him against the counter. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently against him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I like that you drink wine from a box. You're not stuck up or try to be something you're not. You're just…you."

He leaned his face down and pressed it into her hair below her ear. His arms squeezed her softly. Reagan's body relaxed and Dean heard a small sigh escape her lips.

"It's okay." She breathed.

Dean inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her. A faint hint of coconut drifted off her skin. Using his face, he brushed her hair aside and pressed his lips into the hollow beneath her ear. Reagan moaned deep in her throat and gripped the counter in front of her. As his lips began to move against her skin, she gently pulled away.

"I'll never get these steaks made if you keep doing that."

"That's quite a tempting choice: you or the steaks." Dean said lightly but he stepped back. He didn't want to push her. He returned to the wine and poured her a glass. Watching him, she took a deep swallow of it.

They made small talk throughout the rest of her preparations, only stopping when she left the room to turn on the grill, which sat on her back deck.

"So what movie are we watching?" Dean was leaning his hip against the end counter. One palm was splayed across the countertop, the other wrapped around his beer bottle.

"Braveheart."

"Braveheart?" Dean's eyebrows were creased and his lips were drawn back on one side.

"Yes, it's the perfect movie for us." Reagan looked at him knowingly.

"And this would be because…?"

"For me, it has history and romance. For you, it has bloody battles and espionage. I don't think it gets more chick meets bad boy than that." Reagan grinned at him and he melted inside.

"Chick meets bad boy, huh? You think that's us?" Amusement played across his features.

"Most definitely."

A knock sounded on the door and Reagan and Dean both started. Her lips turned down in a frown and she muttered, "I wonder who that could be. Excuse me for a second."

Dean's head turned as he watched her go to answer it.

"Oh hi. What's going on?"

"You didn't return my call so I got worried."

Dean tensed as he heard the man's voice. He straightened his body and began walking towards Reagan.

"I didn't notice you had called." Reagan held the door open a little wider and Todd stepped inside. He stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Dean, looking very comfortable in her living room holding a beer.

Turning his eyes away slowly from Dean, an angry look distorted his features. "Did you not remember we had plans tonight?"

Reagan looked at him with wide eyes and blinked. "No."

"We were supposed to join Mike and Jenny for dinner."

Reagan gasped and her hand clasped her throat. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot. I'll call them to apologize. I wasn't expecting to run into Dean."

Todd glared at Dean. Dean squared his shoulders and lifted his chin, glaring back. "I see that." He looked back at Reagan. "What exactly is your relationship with him?"

Reagan's face twisted with angry shock. "I don't see where that's any of your business Todd." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"He just shows up out of no where and you suddenly drop everything? How well do you know this guy? What are you thinking?" Todd's bitterness shone through like a beacon. It radiated out around the room.

"HEY!" Dean barked at Todd and set his beer down on a nearby table. "I don't exactly like the way you're talking to her."

Todd straightened his body out as he faced Dean. "Good thing, I don't care what you like."

Possessive rage boiled inside Dean. "Man, you don't know who the fuck you're talking to." The words sounded eerie as dean spoke low, his voice cold.

"That's enough!" Regan shouted. Both men turned to look at her. She glanced angrily from one to the other. "Todd, I'll speak to you outside."

She shoved his arm as he turned his back to Dean and stalked off. Dean watched through the window as Reagan argued with Todd on the front porch. He was a little twitchy, ready to pounce if need be.

He relaxed however as he saw Todd's shoulders droop and Reagan calmed in response. She spoke to him and he stared at the decking. Dean wished he could hear what she was saying. After a few minutes, Todd turned to leave and Dean could tell he really didn't want to. Reagan stood on the porch and watched him until his car backed out of the driveway.

Dean wasn't prepared for Reagan to be irritated with him as well. She gave him a steely gaze when she walked back into the room. "What makes you think I'd be okay with you talking that way to him?"

Dean blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You don't know who the fuck you're talking to?" Reagan spat out in disgust.

"Did you hear the way he was talking to you?" Dean asked, his arm raised, pointing to the area where Todd had stood moments earlier.

"I did. And I could've handled it Dean." They stared at each other for a moment and Reagan took a deep breath before dropping her head forward to stare at the scratched hardwood floors. "It's just…I've been friends with him practically my whole life so even though I know he's wrong, I still don't want to see anyone treat him bad. He really is a nice guy. He's just hurt."

She shrugged as she looked at Dean who still looked pretty putout. "I feel kind of bad for him. I know he likes me but he knows I like you."

Dean froze. His chest warmed as her words sank into his brain. It was the closest she had come to telling him how she felt about him.

"You do?"

"Very much." She nodded and a beautiful blush crept into her cheeks.

Dean walked forward and placed a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up towards him.

Her eyes were watery with tears. "I'm sorry. I ruined the evening."

That's when Dean's heart burst into a thousand pieces. The look in her eyes physically hurt him. He shushed her. "No, no you didn't. I'm not going anywhere." He gave her a weak smile, which she returned with trembling lips.

Bending his neck, he pressed his lips against hers. When he straightened, he grinned widely. "I'm starving."

Reagan giggled. "I should definitely feed you then." She slipped from his arms and headed to the kitchen.

The meal had been delicious. A great woman plus great food was a powerful combination for Dean and he was beginning to feel like he'd won the lottery.

Reagan sat at the end of the table with one foot on the seat and her chin propped on her raised knee. She was staring at him with a pleased grin on her face.

"So you liked it?"

"It was awesome. Thank you."

"Ready for another beer?"

"I'll grab it. Can I get you more wine?" Dean stood and reached for her glass. Her cheeks were already flushed from the two glasses she had drunk but she nodded in acceptance.

When he returned to the dining area her seat was empty. He looked to see she had moved into the living room and was placing a dvd in the player.

Dean joined her and after taking her wine, she turned out the lights so that only the glow of the tv filled the room. Reagan sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside her. He sank himself down onto it and experienced a rush of delight when Reagan scooted over to lean against him. She tucked her feet underneath her legs and leaned her head into his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

They watched the movie in companionable silence. After a while Reagan sat up, bracing her hand on Dean's chest while staring at him.

"You know what?" She asked.

"No." Dean smiled lazily at her.

"I forgot dessert. I baked a pie." Her own smile was lazy. The effects of several glasses of wine were beginning to show beyond her rosy cheeks.

Dean's eyes widened in wonder. "You baked a pie? I love pie. My Lord woman, you're perfect."

Reagan giggled. She stood up slowly and began sauntering off towards the kitchen. Dean felt a surge of lust as he watched her walk away. He'd been staring at Reagan's tight jeans all night and he didn't know how much more he could stand.

When he walked into the kitchen she was bent over in the refrigerator again. Dean didn't hesitate. He stalked up behind her and reaching down, placed his hand on the back of her right knee. He drew his hand up slowly over the back of her thigh and over her ass until he reached her hips. Reagan stood as he grabbed her hips with both hands, dropping the pie onto the floor. It landed with a thud and spilled red juice onto the white tile.

Dean reached around her and spread his right hand across her stomach; he brought his left up to squeeze her breast roughly. Reagan moaned and pressed herself up against his length. His muscled chest pushed against her back and his fingers flexed against her stomach, bunching her shirt up into his fist. When his fingers grazed the bare skin of her midriff, Reagan's breath hitched in her throat. Her arm reached behind her and gripped his thigh, her fingers pinching into him.

Burying his face in her hair, he breathed her, the most intoxicating smell he'd ever known.

"Damn, I want you Reagan."

Seizing her waist, Dean spun her around to face him so fast it almost made him dizzy. He jerked her against him and ground his pelvis against her as he took her face in a kiss.

Their lips crushed one another in a frantic passion. Reagan reached her arms underneath his to run her nails along his back, making him shiver. Dean hissed when she bit his lower lip. In response, his hand gathered a handful of her hair and he yanked her head back, exposing her throat. Reagan moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest. Dean was hard and his erection pressed against his jeans in protest. Running his tongue along her neck, he squeezed her ass and lifted her up tighter against him. He took small bites between licks and red marks appeared against her creamy skin.

"Dean…Dean…"

A hunger shot through him as the sound of his name fell from her lips. Trying to relieve himself of the pressure he circled his hips to grind against her. He released her hair and moved his hands to the hem of her shirt. Reagan's hands tangled with his as she frantically tried to remove his shirt. Pulling them over their heads, they came together again in a mad rush of breath and limbs. Their skin touched and Dean shivered even though they were on fire. He felt Regan's fingers on the snaps of his jeans and he moved his own there to help her. It felt like he would explode if he didn't relieve the pressure.

Their tongues danced as Reagan's fingertips ran down his stomach and slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. Suddenly she was touching him. Her small hand was wrapped around his cock and he hissed between his teeth. He tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut while she ran kisses up and down his throat. She flicked her tongue out to touch the dip in his skin at his collarbone and her hand moved up and down the shaft of his dick in a caress.

A burst of need flew through Dean and he reached for Reagan's zipper. He wrenched her jeans open, gathered the material at her hips and tugged them down. She stepped out of them without breaking her mouth away from Dean's throat.

Dean stepped back for a short moment to look at her.

"Holy shit." He breathed raggedly. She wore causal clothes, ripped jeans and scuffed leather shoes but her underclothes were entirely feminine and sexy. A silky black bra covered in silver lace pushed her breasts up in soft curves. Her matching short panties barely covered her ass cheeks.

Dean closed the distance in one second and rammed his tongue back into her mouth. She eagerly returned his kiss, moving her tongue madly with his. Reaching down and sinking his fingers into her waist, he lifted her and dropped her ass onto the countertop. Reagan gasped as the cold tile hit her warm flesh.

He looked at her for a moment sitting there in her sexy underwear. Her hair was wild, flying around her in disarray. Her eyelids were heavy with lust, her skin flushed from his kisses. Her breasts rose and fell from the exertion of breathing. Looking directly into his eyes, she braced her arms on the countertop and spread her legs open, inviting him in.

Dean rushed forward and sank his face to her curves. Reagan's hands ran through his hair as he pulled the cups of her bra down. Beautiful, full breasts spilled out to him and he greedily took a pink nipple into his mouth. His teeth raked across it and Reagan groaned. She pushed his head closer to her body.

Placing his fingers against the front of her panties, Dean rubbed up and down. Reagan made a series of small gasping sounds. She tugged on his hair and forced him to look into her eyes.

"Now Dean. I want you inside me now."

Scooping her up into his arms, she wrapped herself around him as they fell to the floor in a twist. A year's worth of waiting made their movements frenzied and crazed as Dean shoved his jeans the rest of the way off. Reagan wriggled beneath him trying to slide her panties down. Dean urgently grabbed them and snatched hard, hearing a slight rip as they passed over her thighs.

Lying himself down upon her, they let out a collective sigh. Their skin touched all along the length of their bodies. It tingled with eroticism. His dick felt strong and hard against her inner thigh. Dean raised himself up on his palms and gazed down at Reagan. Hair spilling out around her on the floor, she stared back up at him with obvious want as he slid his dick inside her.

She was so wet, it only took one stroke to completely bury himself. Reagan cried out and dug her fingers into his waist. His eyes squeezed shut and he gasped for breath.

"Damn baby." Dean began to move. Pushing forward and drawing back, he sank into her again and again. Reagan lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts as she made small whimpering noises. Need propelled him to plunge faster and he began to drive into her with force, their bodies sliding back along the floor. Dean could hear the slap of his skin meeting hers.

Reagan suddenly turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes tight. She cried out his name as her body lifted towards his and then fell back in spasms. He felt her body clench around his and it sent him on a spiral. He gave two more violent thrusts and grit his teeth as he came inside her. His body shook with tremors as he felt the pleasure rush from his core down his legs and up his torso.

Dean collapsed against Reagan. They both trembled as they took large gulps of air. Lifting himself off of her slightly, but not withdrawing, his eyes searched her face. She was watching him with satisfaction. Lowering his lips to hers he kissed her deeply and ardently.

Finally their trembling ceased and their eyes met.

"Would you like to take a shower with me?" Reagan asked innocently.

Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW!! I'm getting a lot of story alerts but not many reviews. Since I'm new to writing, I would love to hear your thoughts. :)