The sun was going down when the last trucks pulled away from Meg's house. Dean and Meg stuffed pizza boxes and soda bottles in the recycling bin. "When does recycling get picked up?" he asked.
"Friday morning is trash pick-up and every other Monday is recycling." Meg answered through a yawn. He caught hold of her shoulders and gently began to rub. "Oooooh, that feels good."
His lips grazed her ear. "You had a very long shift followed by an ass-kicker call. Then you came home to a yard full of unexpected guests. You deserve some pampering." His deep voice shot straight to her mid-section, causing tingles that were not conducive to sleep.
"Dean…" Meg sighed.
"What?"
She rolled her shoulders and leaned her head back against him. "Dean, you know I am falling for you, right?"
"Falling?" he questioned, rubbing a little harder.
"You want it all on the line?" she whispered. He nipped her ear. "The night you left, after we… I… that night…"
"Meg…" Dean tried to cut her off.
"Shh. I have a point." She shushed him. "I couldn't sleep in my room. It was full of happy memories of us and I couldn't stay there without you. It would ruin the happiness, so I sat in the hallway and cried. I wondered why, after just three days, the thought of losing you hurt so much. The pain was comparable to what I felt when my marriage imploded." She turned in his arms and met his gaze. "Three days, Dean. We'd been in a quazi-relationship for three days and the thought of losing you was tearing me up just as much as losing my husband. Yes, saying that I'm falling for you is an understatement."
Dean's thumb rested over her lips, keeping her from saying anything else. His own eyes were welling up, so he took a moment to gain composure. "You weren't losing me. We just needed to not say something we'd regret." He spoke softly. "I swear I wanted to hold you all night. That and beat the hell out of… Yeah. Time was the best option." He rubbed his thumb across her lips. "There wasn't anything quazi about us, either. Not from my point of view." He leaned in to rest his forehead against hers. "I swear, Meg, I am in this and have been with everything I've got. You, me, and the kitchen sink. All or nothing, hon. I want it all." He felt the tremor flow through her body. "Yes, I know it seems fast since I just jumped on your boat last Sunday, but you have to take into account that we've known each other for years. We don't have the 'get to know you' crap that other people have to deal with. I already know that you hate coffee, you like your pizza extra cheesy, and you don't crack under pressure." He nipped her bottom lip before whispering, "I know you haven't been hunting but you know how to fish. I can picture you in camo, lying next to me in a field waiting for that deer to get just a wee bit closer so you can take your shot. I know you have the patience to sit there quietly and not have to gab the entire time. I also know you wouldn't squeal at the sight of blood when it's time to dress the carcass." Meg smiled. "At the same time, I know bringing you flowers would put a smile on your face and get me a very nice kiss. You can handle me and the guys but you are a woman and should be treated like one."
"Dean…"
"Hush. Your man is telling you how fast he fell for you. How much he already loves you. Let him speak." A broken sob escaped Meg. Dean kissed her softly. "I do love you, you know."
She nodded. He chuckled quietly before she whispered, "I love you, too."
Dean scooped her around the waist, letting her wrap her legs around him tightly and wind her arms around his neck. "Don't let go." he ordered. Meg gazed into his eyes as he walked up the back steps to the kitchen door. He turned the knob, opened the door and shut the locked door firmly behind them. He walked through the house pausing to flick the lights off as he headed directly for the bedroom. Once he crossed the threshold, he stopped and moved his hands to her ass pulling her in more tightly. "I love you." he whispered. Meg kissed the corner of his mouth. Dean caught her lip in his teeth lightly and backed her against the door. "I love you so much." He tilted his head to the side to kiss her as hard as he could. Meg gripped the back of his head as she fell into his emotional bliss. He let her legs slide down and touch the floor. Without giving any space, Dean unfastened her jeans. "I want to make love to you tonight. Really and truly make love to you." he whispered against her lips. Meg held her breath. He started pulling her jeans open and off her hips. Once they were on the floor, he returned his hands to her cheeks. "You don't know how much I have dreamed of this…" He picked her up and carried her to the bed, sitting her on the edge of the mattress. Slipping her shirt over her head he murmured, "Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous." He knelt on the floor at her feet. Meg reached to touch him only to have him place her hands on her knees. "No touching. Just… be." He trailed his palms up her thighs. "I can feel you. The heat…" Meg's fingers clenched. Dean slid one hand through her panties. "Do you know how badly I want to rip these off of you?" He leaned forward to nuzzle against her crotch. Meg wiggled and Dean grabbed sides of the cotton coverings to pull them off. "I don't want to risk hurting you." he explained, dropping the underthings to the floor.
"Dean…" Meg sighed as she gave up holding her legs and began caressing the back of his head. Dean pulled Meg to the very edge of the mattress and spread her knees so he could kneel between them. Meg began to pant. Dean leaned forward, nuzzling against her before sliding his tongue along her center. Meg's fingers began to curl as she started to wail. Dean tasted sweet honey as she screamed his name and rocked against him. "Please… I need you!" She clutched at him as she begged. Dean stood, shucking his pants in the process. His t-shirt tore as he whipped it over his head. He was literally shaking as he sat on the bed and pulled Meg onto his lap, straddling his waist. "Dean, Dean… I love you." She propped her arms on his shoulders and folded her hands behind his head. Dean held her hips as Meg slowly lowered herself onto him. "Oh… oh… oh… DEAN!" Meg convulsed and screamed, bowing backwards in his arms.
He held her firm as he thrust upwards. "MEG!" Falling backwards on the bed, he hugged Meg to his chest.
"I love you." she whispered.
"I love you." he said back. "You can sleep comfortably tonight in our bed. I'm right here."
Meg tilted her head up to look at Dean. "That sounds so perfect. 'Our bed.'"
Hugging her tightly, Dean kissed her forehead. "We're still moving at light-speed, but this is where I am sleeping every night, nowhere else." Meg curled into his chest, letting him feel her nod of agreement. "That was easy."
The sound of an angry voice followed by the slam of a door jarred Meg from her peaceful slumber. Sitting up in bed she stretched her arms over her head and looked around the room. Dean's shirt is still on the floor so he's here somewhere. His side of the bed is still warm… His side of the bed. I like the sound of that. Damn, we haven't even been together for a week and he has a side of the bed. We're moving really fast but it feels so right. The smile on her face was hard to contain. Letting her feet hit the floor, it felt natural to pick up his shirt and pull it over her head. "So the neck is a little ripped? I won't wear it out of the house." She quickly found a pair of athletic shorts and headed downstairs.
Dean was standing near the front door, arms crossed over his bare chest, glaring out at the street. Meg walked up behind him, caressing his back and arm quietly. When her hand first made contact, his bicep contracted involuntarily. Wow. He's not happy. Meg peered out the window, kissing his shoulder in the process. Why in the hell was she here? Dean entwined his fingers through Meg's before kissing her forehead. "She wanted to see you. Apparently someone forgot to mention that you have a man in your life. She thought you were back in town to try and get him back." Meg made a vomit sound before muttering a very negative comment. Dean didn't smile. "I told her that you wanted nothing to do with him and that you were very happy with me. I told her that Chris needed to stay far away from us. She didn't like that. He's been telling her some crazy tale. She didn't know what to make of me answering the door shirtless, I can tell you."
Meg slid her free hand up to the back of his neck. "I can tell you that I don't want some other woman looking at your goodies, that's for sure."
Dean moved Meg so she was between his body and the door. "My 'goodies'?" he repeated. "What goodies would she be able to see, Meg?" He lifted their one entwined hand over her head as he lowered his face to her level. "Be careful here, Meggie." His nostrils started to flare and his eyes seemed to glisten. Meg tilted her head as she slid her hand from his neck down his bare chest. "Oh, Meg. Do you have a problem with that?" He lowered his head a bit more, nosing along her neck. "You have my shirt, babe. A shirt that is torn… torn a lot. Torn so much I can see right down to those plump, bare breasts. Dear God, Meg." She tilted her head back as he kissed along the base of her neck. "Seeing you in my shirt… You have no idea what that does, do you?"
Meg toyed with his ear. "Show me." she throatily whispered, tucking her foot against the small of his back.
"Damn tease." Dean muttered. He let go of her hands and yanked at the button on his jeans. The zipper jerked open and he yanked the faded material down just part way down his thighs. "Woman…" He tucked his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and tugged. "No panties?" It was a near curse. Meg closed her eyes as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her against the door. "Shit, Meg." he cursed. Meg's fingernails curled into his shoulders as her heels dug into his ass. Dean slammed inside of her as she screamed his name. "Meg!" he grunted.
"Yes!" she screamed and slammed her head back into the door. Assured that she was right with him, Dean took her hard and fast, pounding her against the front door. "DEAN!"
"MEG!" he groaned as he slammed home one last time.
"Almost as good as waking up in your arms, but not quite." she said a few minutes later.
"Ha." Dean muttered. "Coulda done without the crazy visitor." He kissed her temple. "You can have crazy wild wall sex any time you want." Meg laughed. "How about against the refrigerator at lunch? In the garage before work tomorrow? Oh, I know! The bed of the truck!"
He slowly separated, lowering her to stand on her own. Meg pinched his nipple. "You are nuts."
"Nuts over you." He corrected.
She blushed as she pulled on her shorts. "Whatever. I'm not knockin' boots in the bed of a pickup truck. That's way too… ugh. But christening the boat is definitely a possibility. And I took off work tomorrow." She didn't look over her shoulder as she headed back up the stairs to change.
"Where? You what? Wait!" Dean was tripping over his pants as he tried to pull them up and come after her at the same time. Meg's laughter drifted down the stairs. "That's not funny! Meg! MEG!" Once his pants were high enough, Dean took the stairs two at a time and caught her quickly. Meg squealed happily as he lifted her over his shoulder. "You don't work tomorrow? When did this happen?"
Wrapping him in a loose hug, Meg explained happily, "I kinda figured that we were on this path towards a relationship and we'd be seeing each other. Since I knew my schedule and you have off the weekend, I took off Sunday. I'd built up time and hadn't used it, so… Yeah. It was a good time to. And that was before this 36 hour shift from hell and a half." He kissed her nose. "It's just a happy coincidence that they really owed me the time now." she shrugged."
He set her back on her feet. "So, before I hook up the boat…"
Meg twitched her finger in front of his face. "Got too much work to do. No, no, no." she laughed.
He pulled her close and growled, "I heard you say that we could christen the boat. You can bet your ass THAT's happening this weekend."
