It's practically 9:30 when I hear the jingle of Dexter's keys as he approaches the door, and I suddenly become very self conscious. Is the way I'm posed on the couch too much? Should I have worn something cuter? Does my hair look okay? Jesus Christ, it's like I'm sixteen again, stressing out over going on my first real date.

Dexter cautiously enters the living room and I greet him with a big smile, but it's left unreturned. There's a troubling look on his face, so I quickly get up off of the couch and pull him into a warm embrace.

"What's wrong, Dex?" I whisper into his ear. "You know you can talk to me."

He pulls away from the hug and goes to sit down on the couch, and I follow close behind him. I start to rub my hand and down his arm in order to comfort him, but I stop when I notice that he isn't wearing the geeky button down shirt and khakis that he had on this morning.

"Oh God Dexter, tell me you fucking didn't. You couldn't even wait a week?"

"Deb, I'm sorry. I just…he had to go." Dexter answers, dropping his head into his hands.

"He? Who is he?" I ask, even though I'm pretty sure that I already know the answer.

"Marv, that sleazy guy from the bar last night."

He barely tries to hide the contempt in his voice when he says Marv's name, letting me know that this one was personal.

"So what, just because the asshole felt me up, you had to go and kill him? What the hell is wrong with you, Dexter?"

I get up off of the couch and walk into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, deciding that separating myself from him would be the best thing to do for now. I have a feeling that I may reach my boiling point tonight depending on what he says next, and it would probably be better if he wasn't within reach when I inevitably explode.

"He felt you up?" Dexter asks, lifting his head up to look in my direction.

I notice a tinge of jealousy in his voice and it makes me feel powerful. I pucker my lips slightly and then shrug my shoulders, purposely antagonizing him. I don't think I've ever seen him get jealous over me…it's kinda hot.

"Deb, I vetted him. He fits the code perfectly. Another worthless piece of trash is off the streets for good thanks to me. I'm not asking you to sing my praises or anything, but surely you shouldn't be angry with me…"

I roll my eyes and start to drink the glass of water so I can restrain myself. I don't want to argue with him, not now. Things have finally been looking up for us, but of course; leave it to Dexter to fuck shit up yet again. Can't we just have one good night together? Hell, one good hour?

"There's something else…I should probably tell you now, because you're going to find out eventually." Dexter begins.

I motion for him to go on, and he takes a deep breath before continuing.

"I didn't do things like I usually do…I may have left the body in a warehouse."

"What!?" I snap.

"I was interrupted."

I gulp down the water that I'd been swirling around in my mouth, and it feels like I'm about to be sick.

"Interrupted!? As in someone SAW YOU?"

"I don't think they saw much of anything, Deb. It was dark and my back was turned. I left the body there because following my usual method of disposal would've gotten me caught. If I was still being followed, I would've exposed myself; but I didn't. Everything is going to be fine. Really." Dexter says.

"If everything was going to be fine then you wouldn't have even told me about this in the first place. Stop fucking lying to me."

I slam the now empty glass on the counter and cross my arms over my chest.

"You need to stop. It's killing me, Dex." I say in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Deb, please. We've been through this a million times." Dexter says as he rises up off of the couch. "You can't just fix me, no matter how much we both wish you could. This is what I've always been. Sometimes I feel like I can get better, but then I step back into reality and I know that this is it. This is me."

His words echo in my mind and I'm instantly filled with rage. How can he do this? How can he just accept that this is what he is? What he'll always be? Foolishly, I thought that after I gave up everything for him, he would make an effort to stop once and for all; a real effort this time. Like an idiot, I believed that I could be the one to fix him. I guess I was wrong.

I put up my hands, signaling to him that he better not come any closer. I feel my temperature rising and I know that the floodgates have been opened. So much for Dexter and I having a good night together.

"I've given up everything for you. EVERYTHING!" I scream. "Any goddamn fucking semblance of a normal life, I threw it away for you, because I love you. I love you so fucking much, and sometimes I really wish that I didn't. Things would be so much easier for me if Harry never brought you here."

Dexter winces, and I instantly regret letting those words escape from my lips. Of course I didn't mean that; I never could, but Dexter doesn't know that. Still, my anger doesn't subside. It's time to put it all on the table. I need him to know how I really feel.

"Deb…" Dexter says, inching closer to me.

"No! Stop it! You claim that you love me, so why can't you stop? I've given up everything for you, and all I ask is that you try to give up this. But you won't, because you'll never care about me the way I care about you. I guess I'm the only one expected to make sacrifices, huh? You don't know a fucking thing about sacrifice." I say, pointing an accusatory finger in his face.

Dexter's expression changes from mildly pained to visibly upset. There's a darkness in his eyes now, and I'm not sure what he's going to do next.

"I don't know anything about sacrifice? What about Hannah? Where is she right now, Deb? Please, enlighten me."

"Ah, so we're back to talking about that venomous bitch? What, do you want me to congratulate you for doing the right thing for once in your life? Hannah is no great loss, Dexter. She would've just killed you eventually and we both know it. Why don't you go pay her a visit and beg her to take you back? See if I fucking care. Maybe you could even make arrangements for a conjugal visit, I bet she'd loooove that!" I yell, turning away from him. I don't want to risk him seeing my face, just in case he can tell that actually, I do fucking care.

"Screw you, Debra," Dexter begins.

He comes toward me and traps me against the counter.

"You could never even fathom what I've given up for you. Forget Hannah, this isn't about her. It never was. Remember my brother and his suicide?" He asks, putting the word suicide in air quotes. "You don't know how badly I wanted to give in. To finally unleash the monster that's been kept locked away for so long, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't let him have you, so I did what I had to do. Don't you dare talk to me about sacrifice."

"You…?" is all I manage to choke out in response.

Dexter backs away from me and shakes his head yes. The darkness is still in his eyes, but there's something more now. Hunger.

I open the first few buttons on my denim top, exposing a slight hint of cleavage. Dexter catches on immediately, briskly stepping back in front of me and undoing the last few buttons on my shirt.

"Harrison?" He asks.

"Is asleep," I answer as I take my shirt completely off and toss it onto the floor. "Fuck me, Dexter."

I reach down to unzip his pants, biting down on my bottom lip when I feel him hard against my hand. Before I can finish what I started, he pries my hand away and spins me around.

"Take off your pants and bend over." He commands.

His voice is deeper than usual, and it turns me on even more. I rush to remove my pants and grip the counter as I bend over and arch my back, anticipating his next move.

I hear the sound of his zipper opening the rest of the way and a few seconds later, he places both hands on my ass, squeezing tightly. My panties are still on, so he quickly pulls them down and leans in closer.

"What did you say you wanted me to do? I don't think I heard you right the first time." He says, his voice husky in my ear.

"Just fuck me already." I fire back, not in the mood to wait any longer. I already feel like I'm going to burst, so I close my eyes and wait for him to come through on my demand.

Dexter tightens his grip on me and I'm already sure that I'm going to be sore as hell when I wake up tomorrow morning. I moan when I feel him rub his length against me, teasing me. I feel myself starting to blush, embarrassed by how wet I already am.

He grunts as he slams into me, and I scream as a result of his unexpected ferocity.

"Ah, Fuuuuck." I yelp.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll stop. I didn't mean to hurt you." Dexter apologizes as he pulls out.

My eyes flutter back open and I reach behind me to grab onto his hand, still resting on top of my ass.

"N-no, don't stop."

Dexter takes his hands off of me so he can fully remove his pants, and seconds later, I feel him rubbing against me again. He slides in slowly at first, careful not to hurt me this time. As he finds his rhythm and starts to pick up speed, I feel him place his slightly calloused palms back where they belong.

He moans and it's like music to my ears. The sound of his flesh against mine grows louder as he strokes faster, and I tighten my grip on the edge of the counter so I can keep my balance.

"Deb…" He groans.

"Mmm…f-faster!" I shout.

He follows my instructions and starts to rapidly thrust in and out. His hips buck wildly against me as he thrusts and I meet him halfway, backing up onto him. His breaths become more labored and I soon feel myself starting to tighten around him.

I know that I'm veering closer to the edge and uncontrollably begin to cry out with pleasure. I can't believe that Dexter has this affect on me. I've always been loud, but I've also always been able to keep things under my control, limiting myself to screaming only when I know that no one is around to hear me. Now, though? It's hard for me to even lower my voice in the slightest. I know that I should keep it down so I won't wake Harrison, but all of my self control flew out the window the second Dexter put his hands on me.

Suddenly, he takes one hand off of my rear and places it over my mouth to muffle the screams, still pounding fiercely into me.

"Deb, not…ahh! Not too loud." He warns, contradicting himself as he screams out louder.

My softened moans fill the air and mix with the sound of Dexter's, creating a pleasant harmony.

"Fuck!" He yells.

Hearing him curse makes me smile into his palm. He doesn't do it often, so when he does, it drives me crazy.

"Deb, I think I'm going to…" He begins, taking his hand off of my mouth.

"Come on Dex, give it to me." I interrupt.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Stop being annoyingly considerate and fucking give it to me!" I shout. "Aaah...shit!"

He slams into me harder, loudly screaming my name as he releases into me. I'm not far behind, yelling an impassioned "D-Dexter!" as I come.

I drop my head down onto the counter breathlessly as he pulls out. After I feel like I've gotten my breathing relatively under control, I turn around to face Dexter and he draws me into a tender kiss.

I break the kiss so I can catch my breath, staring into his eyes as I continue panting. Looking back at me, I see the warmth and understanding that I've desired from him for as long as I can remember.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much." I say, grabbing his hand and intertwining my fingers with his.

I watch as his chest heaves up and down. His breathing is still heavy, but he adds a soft "I love you too."

"We'll always be together, right?" I ask as he leans in closer and grabs my other hand.

"Always." He answers, pressing his lips back to mine.

Okay, so i've never written a sex scene before and I was really nervous about writing this, but what can I say other than it obviously had to happen? Lol. I don't know if it was too explicit, or not explicit enough, but I gave this story an M rating so of course I had to give y'all a little something ;) I hope this chapter was a satisfying one, and that everything felt organic. I reread this chapter an embarrassing number of times before finally posting it, and i'm still a little nervous about how it turned out but overall i'd say i'm pretty happy with it.

Anyway, let me stop explaining myself lol. I'd love to know what you all thought! xo