Dean's blue eyes were closed. The back of his forearm draped leisurely over his eyes as if fighting the light from the lamps. She had put on soft music from Christine's Playlist and set the volume on low so he could sleep. She scrubbed roughly at the carpet, finally managing to get the last of the blood out of the carpet. Her thigh hurt, blood soaking through the bandage again. Her thighs rubbing together must have removed whatever blood that was clotting at the top. She muffled a sharp hiss as she carefully made her way to her bathroom and peeling the sticky, hot bandage off of her. She did her best to keep quiet as she collected the supplies she needed to clean the wounds, only drop the bottle of peroxide on the floor. She hissed a curse, laying down her things.
"Jeez, kid. Could you be any louder?" She jumped at the sound of Dean's voice. He stood in the doorway, shoulder pressed tightly to the frame as he leaned on it. His black wife beater and jeans only promoting the bulges of muscles on his legs and arms. His messy hair and husky, sleep-filled voice causing her stomach to swirl with desire.
"Didn't anyone teach you to knock?" She shit back sarcastically once she collected her nerves. He pushed himself to stand up straight, stepping to her and crouching down.
"Here, let me see," he said flatly. Gently swatting her hands away he repositioned her leg, hand cupping the back of her thigh, his index finger grazing the soft curve of the bottom of her rear. He glanced up at her for a second, watching her as her breath hitched and cheeks reddened. His touch was white hot on her flesh, burning the spots where his feather light fingertips brushed. A shiver ran down her spine. He dabbed some cotton swabs over the cuts, dripping some peroxide into the puffy, inflamed skin. Her back arched slightly, spine stiffening as he leaned in to inspect the damage.
"Well, what's the diagnosis?" Auburn attempted to joke. Dean licked his lips, glancing up at her flustered state.
"Pretty deep." His fingertips grazed over some of her scars, tracing their overlapping lines, unconscious of how far up his fingers actually climbed, or how close he was to—
"Dean." Her hand flew to his shoulder, his skin tingling at her touch. She felt rock hard muscle under smooth, warm skin. He eyed her curiously, his hands continuing their previous work by placing new gauze over her cuts and wrapping her up tightly, but not too tightly, before his hands rested on her hips. The song in the background began to blur in a murmured haze. They could hear their breaths, their hearts pounding loudly in their heads. Their foreheads met, their nose tips touched. Their lips hovered within an inch from each other. Dean stared at her, though her eyes were closed. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask her but he couldn't find the words. He didn't want to ruin the moment between them, any chance of claiming her in this moment was just too important for him. Her fingers pushed through the soft tangles of his hair before lacing a crown at the back of his head. His fingertips dug into her love handles with an almost bruising grip. They gave each other a few mock kisses, their lips merely brushing, coaxing Dean closer to madness with each dip of the head.
Sweet bliss finally claimed them as his mouth found hers. Teeth clashed and tongues danced as he explored all the treasures that her mouth held for him. She groaned hungrily into his mouth, letting out a surprised but muffled yip as he picked her up by her waist. Her butt rested on his pelvis, legs wrapping around his waist tightly while his hands cupped her under her bottom so as to support her. They blindly made their way to her bedroom, kicking open the door with a soft slam.
She felt the softness of her mattress under her, baring their weight as he pinned her to the bed. They broke their passionate kiss, breaching for air. Her mind was foggy, her eyes hazed over with desire whereas Dean's was glossed over with pure carnal desire. He reared back onto his knees, practically tearing his shirt off, revealing small, dark curls of chest hair and hard toned muscles beneath. She bit her bottom lip roughly before he was on her again, this time tickling her neck with the stubble on his chin as he buried himself in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent. He kissed her softly at first before opening his mouth and placing soft, wet nibbles over her flesh. She writhed beneath him, her fingers tracing his sides, hips bucking softly against his in need. His tongue lapping over the sensitive areas where he nibbled her neck made her skin tingle.
She gasped as he made his way back up her neck, her head turning to catch his lips. He ground softly into her, jeans rubbing against the soft fabric of her dance shorts. She could feel his ever hardening member pressing against her wet heat. She was about to dip her hands down to help free his beast, abandoning the alarming thought of handing over her virginity to a notorious man whore like Dean Ambrose in a vulnerable moment when she heard a phone's piercing ring. It wasn't hers, no one ever really bothered to call her.
"Shit!" Dean growled, brushing his lips over hers for a split second before claiming them again in a quick peck. He reared back on his knees, falling over slightly but catching himself with a sturdy leg. He opened his phone, panting heavily as he answered. Apparently it was important because he had left her room, which was fine. It gave Auburn a moment to think clearly and shake the wanton urges away from her. She sighed, catching her breath before looking at the clock, it was past three A.M.
Dean had already been on the phone on the phone for about ten minutes, arguing with what she could only presume to be his bosses. She tiptoed out to the living room, watching the scene before her as he paced. His hand on his hip, he paused when he saw her.
"I'm just gonna go to bed, ok? Sweet dreams, Dean. I'll see you tomorrow." She whispered, his eyes flashing from frustration to anger, though she didn't think it was directed at her. She sighed, not hearing his pleas through her thoughts. She shut her bedroom door, welcoming the darkness and curling up in her bed.
Dean gave a frustrated huff, slumping on the sofa and pressing the End button on his phone, hanging up in midsentence. Seth's problems hadn't been worth losing that moment with her. It wasn't worth the aggravation or the physical pain. He ran his hands through his hair before leaning back and closing his eyes. He thought of the dark marks he'd left over her skin, a sign that he was there. Surely they were enough to keep Seth's attention off of her without him having to say anything. He smiled at the thought, willing the day to come soon.
Morning had come too soon for her, she realized as the alarm blared. It was six thirty, the sky was still a dark blue. Her fingers danced along her neck as she massaged her muscles, throwing her legs off the side of the bed. She let out a groan, opening the door and staggering out the door. Dean was awake, stepping out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes widened, cheeks reddening as flashbacks of the night before circling through her mind. She averted her eyes, clearing her throat as she made her way passed him.
"Good morning, sweet cheeks." Dean greeted, winking at her with a snug smile. She kept her mouth closed, shutting the door and locking it behind her before she dragged herself into her daily routine. Her mind swam with thoughts of Dean and their kiss. Was it real? Of course it was real, but was it real? Were there feelings behind it or was it just because a lack of physical content and the effectiveness of alcohol? She wasn't too sure anymore, from the look in his eyes she wasn't sure if he didn't just see her as a piece of ass, either. She was mad at herself, almost giving her virginity up in a moment of weakness was a new low for her. Christine would be disappointed.
She finished her routine, cleaning out the sink after brushing her teeth and opening the door. She opened the door, stepping out only to be pulled into a minty, smooth kiss. Her gray eyes began to disappear behind heavy lids, her hand sliding up his chest until her senses returned to her. She pressed her palm into his chest, pushing him back softly. He broke the kiss and looked at her with confused eyes. The feel of his lips lingered and she bit back a moan in protest.
"Dean, look. About last night…" she began, not sure how to put her words.
"What about it?" Dean stepped back, a heavy feeling sinking into his gut.
"Well, it's not like I didn't love it because it was just– wow– but I don't think it can happen again." She said, trying to be as soft with her words as possible. Dean's eyes narrowed, his tongue licking the inside of his cheek and his leg beginning to bounce. Anger boiled in his veins, her rejection leaving a foul taste in his mouth.
"What are you saying? What, last night was a mistake?"
"No! It's just that—" She tried to defend herself only to be cut off. He shook his head, flinging his log hair out of his face and held up his hands in mock surrender, stepping back heavily. Her heart sank, guilt stinging her conscious.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I get it. Won't happen again." Dean turned his back on her, hands shaking from fury. He should have known that this would happen. He was a fool to think that something as pure as her could ever happen in his life. He hurriedly dressed, ignoring her protests as he left in a fit of embarrassed rage. Auburn's shoulders slunk forward in defeat, her palms rubbing at her eyes in frustration. The perfect beginning to a horrible day. She wasn't so sure that she even wanted to step foot in class.
With a heavy sigh she pushed herself to get dressed, her feet dragging. She wasn't looking forward to finding out the rest of the nights events.
