He was teasing her. That could be the only logical explanation for the way he was acting, Anna watched a dribble from the small peach land on his cheek, it slid down to the cleft in his chin then dripped onto his jacket. Anna wanted to lick the trail of moisture from his jawline to his mouth, to taste the tangy sweet flavor of the fruit mixing with the smoky taste of his mouth, she wanted to feel the rough brush of his 5 o'clock shadow against the smooth line of her cheek. Trying to forget the fruit, Anna looked out the window and watched a sigh marking the miles to Las Vegas passing by the car.
"Only about an hour and then we'll be there."
"And then what?"
"I'm not telling you! For the 500th time, you'll have to wait."
"Just tell me!" she pleaded.
"No!" he finally looked at her.
His eyes were dark with a mix of angry passion and frustration, Anna looked away and crossed her arms over her chest, she blew out a sigh and leaned deeper into the seat.
"Why can't you just relax?"
"Because I have to get home!"
"Too Bad!" he waited a moment. "Look, Anna, can't you just take a break? Just relax with me for a while?"
Don't let you guard down. Her brain screamed. "Dean…" she sighed.
"Please?" There was a note of misery in his usually confident voice.
She didn't want to say no, she wanted to be able to relax with Dean, to not think about Mikey or Demon or the million other responsibilities she had to attend to, with all her heart she wanted to say yes.
Just say no. Her logic was telling her, she formed the words, Dean was stilling looking at her, but somehow his hand had landed on her thigh and was slowly inching it's way towards her inner thigh, made easier by the fact that she was wearing a skirt and not jeans.
"Dean, you should really keep your eyes on the road…." Her words trailed off, his hand was so close to her center, so close to the heat of her passion.
"Say yes."
"I can't…." she trailed off and arched her back into the seat.
"Say yes, Anna." He whispered.
Then he touched her, she felt like shattered class as he stroked her through her thin white cotton panties, she groaned and gripped the bottom of the seat.
"Dean, you should stop…" she said, breathless and moaning.
"Just say it."
Anna stopped talking and bit her lip, her eyes slid closed and the image of Dean's face slid into her vision, she couldn't think with his hand stroking her, illiciting such wonderful pleasure. The danger of Dean's driving while he was touching her made her arousal far more acute, a shuttering pleasure ripped through her.
"I…." she moaned, then screamed in surprise and bliss when Dean's fingers slipped into her panties.
Anna squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand between her thighs.
"FINE!" she screamed. "YES! FINE!"
Pinpoints of light appeared before her eyes as complex satisfaction poured over her, it was like honey in her veins, heating her body from the inside out, Dean's hand left the space of her body, leaving her feeling slightly empty.
"Yes…" she sighed and fell asleep.
"Now, you can't take it back." Dean smiled.
Anna didn't speak but smiled in contentment and laid her head on his shoulder.
ONE HOUR LATER
"Wake up, Anna." Dean's voice cut through Anna's good dream.
"What?" she said groggily.
"C'mon, let's get a hotel room."
Anna could tell immediately where they were, Las Vegas, bright neon lights flashed everywhere, blinking against the dark night she could barely see there were so many lights. Dean touched her shoulder and smiled, she smiled back and pushed herself up so that she sat upright, her place one leg, then the other onto the ground and tried to stand. She wobbled for a moment and leaned on Dean's chest, his arms wrapped around her comfortingly, lust slashed like a whip through her but she was so tired she could barely act on it.
Dean's lips touched hers in a chaste kiss.
"We need a room for two, please?"
Anna leaned heavily on him. "One bed." She moaned.
"One bed." He clarified.
Anna closed her eyes and dozed for a moment while Dean went through the motions of getting a room. When Dean was finished he hefted her into his arms and carried her to small elevator, he punched the button for the second floor, a sense of vertigo came over her as the elevator went up fairly fast. A bing sound filled the room and Anna's ears as they arrived at their floor.
"We're here, sweetheart."
Anna clutched Dean's jacket when he tried to put her back down. "No."
She felt the rumble of Dean's laughter through his chest and heard the gentle rhythm of Dean's heart, it was a humbling thought to know that inside of his chest was not only his heart but her's as well. She had given him her heart three years ago and she had never gotten it back.
"One heart." She said softly.
"Hmmm?"
"One heart."
Dean opened the door to room 23 (do you see the significance?) and stepped inside, still carrying her bridal style, Anna smiled and snuggled closer to him.
"I love you, Dean." She said sleepily, not really knowing what she said.
Dean placed her in the center of the bed and undressed her, first her button up blouse, slipping every button through the hole, then her bra, removing it with some difficultly then her skirt. When she was naked, Dean just stared at her, his eyes roamed up her long tanned legs to her small curved hips then to her flat stomach and full breasts, when his eyes made it to the twin crisscross scars he felt a pang of pain.
"Anna…." He whispered.
"It was a long time ago."
Dean's eyes came to rest of hers. "What happened?"
"I had a heart tremor, nothing to be concerned about."
"Anna, please, tell me."
"I got attacked by a demon last year…." She sighed. "… the demon would cause heart attacks, fatal ones…. Somehow I got away with just a damaged heart. Triple bypass, the doctors….they say that I can't have children because of it…"
"Wait…" he said, placing a hand on her stomach.
"Too much stress for my heart."
"Anna…" he whispered.
"I don't know what I'm going to do."
"We don't have to have it."
"I'm not aborting the baby!" she yelled. "It's a part of me…"
"Anna…." He said but before he could say anything his cellphone rang.
"Yes?" he snapped into the phone.
"Dean? I need to talk to Anna."
"Alex?"
"Now, Dean!"
Dean looked confused and handed the phone to Anna, she gave him a matching look and took the phone from his hand, she placed the receiver to her ear.
"Hey, Alex."
"Anna…." Alex was crying. "…. I'm sorry, so sorry."
"What is it Alex?"
"It's Mikey, he's dead."
TBC
A/N: The number 23 has been an obsession for thousands of years, mostly it is part of numerology, the idea is that if you divide 2 by 3 you get .666, interesting yes? You would have to watch the movie The Number 23 to get why.It's a really good movie.
