Dean looked through the windshield of the boat at the bathing suit-clad woman lounging on the bow and smiled. She deserves a day in the sun. The cut-off jeans hugging her thighs were just cruel in his mind. Why wear those? I mean, damn. I could just put my finger in the holes and rip the damn things off… or the frayed bottoms would prolly rip pretty quick, too. Easy access but what's the point in even wearing them? He glared at the offensive denim as he guided the boat out of the channel.

"Are you alright?" Dean was surprised to hear Meg ask. "You look angry."

"Nah. Not at all. Why don't you come 'ere and we'll go over steering again." Meg slipped from the bow to the driver's seat quickly. Perched easily on Dean's thigh, she began to throttle the engine and steer the boat with his guidance. "So you remember your lessons. Good girl." he said against her neck. She laughed until he said, "I think you should have a reward remembering so much."

"Dean…"

"Dean what?" he asked, nibbling on her ear. "Dean, that's a great idea? Dean, I can't wait, I want you here and now? Dean, I'm really a bad girl and I need to be spanked? You have to tell me, Meggie."

The trembles racing along her body spoke volumes but what Meg said was, "Dean, you're crazy."

He chuckled against her neck and agreed. "Crazy over you. Certifiable." He popped the button on her waistband. "Throttle up a bit." He pulled the zipper down. "Turn to port." He wiggled the shorts until they slid and fell to the floor. "Throttle up a bit more." He grabbed a towel and threw it over his other leg, ready to cover her nakedness if anyone came near. "Follow the path on the GPS. There's a good fishing spot about 10 nautical miles from here." He brought his fingertips right to her entrance and tapped. "All you have to do is look at the GPS and follow the previous path. Easy, right?" Meg nodded. "Remember, sound travels really well over water." He slid two fingers inside her already wet channel. Meg bit her lip. She tried to hold her body still as Dean's fingers moved in and out, rubbing and touching her nether bits. With each stroke on her clit, she was closer and closer to not caring who heard. "Throttle back, we are almost there."

"No kidding." she muttered.

Dean's chuckle sounded strained. "Throttle back some more and turn starboard." His fingers were still inside her but remained still. "We're very close." Feeling him moving behind her should have been a warning, but Meg couldn't tell that Dean had lowered his own fly to expose himself. Knowing that there weren't any houses around and seeing that there weren't any boats at the time, Dean lifted Meg enough to straddle his waist. "I've got you. Just hold on to the wheel." Meg closed her eyes and sighed his name as he filled her. "You, me, and nature. Couldn't ask for anything more perfect."

"You could move." Meg groaned, rocking on him as much as she dared. Dean grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her down HARD.

He growled, "…or I could move you." Then he repeated the motion of pulling her onto him. Meg leaned her head back onto his shoulder and whimpered into his ear. "You like-ey." She raised one hand to grasp his ear and tug. "Mmm… feisty."

"Finding… that… side…" she admitted, nipping at his jaw. "Please, I need to…"

Dean looked around quickly before cutting the engine. Then he turned Meg in his arms as he laid her on the floor of the boat. He kept her knees over his elbows, folding her in half so he had complete control. The grip he had on her shoulders kept her stationary as he thrust back into her warm, waiting womanhood. His mouth sealed over hers, keeping their grunts, moans, sighs, and screams muffled.

"Wow…" she sighed. He smiled down at her and wiggled his eyebrows. "You realize that you're just not right?"

Smiling even wider, Dean dropped a quick kiss on her nose before untangling their limbs carefully. "And you love that about me." Meg laughed and shook her head. "You know it's true. And you know you wouldn't change a thing."

"Very true. Not one thing." Reaching for her shorts, Meg redressed quickly.

"Those are what started this. Well those and you promised we could christen the boat." Dean said casually as he re-fired the engine and headed for the fishing spot he'd been talking about. Fully dressed, Meg stood beside him with her hand on his shoulder. "Holey cut-offs with fraying fringe that looks like I could just rip them off of you in seconds leads me to think about taking you in all kinds of ways, Meg."

"Promises, promises." His arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her anchored at his side. Meg draped her arm around his shoulders, leaning against him. "It's not the shorts that make you a wild man, it's you. I like all the facets of you that I am getting to know – the patient teacher, the hard-worker, the possessive and jealous side that I don't see very often, thankfully, the romantic lover, the listening ear, the shoulder to cry on, the protector, the organizer, and now the spontaneous and, um, feisty lover."

"You have no idea, babe. You have no idea." Meg laughed. "Laugh now. When I have you tied to our bed and I am making you come for the fifth time in a row, you won't be laughing then."

Meg tilted Dean's face up by grasping the underside of his chin. "I agree. I won't laugh then. That's the day I'll marry you. Hope you're up for the challenge, big boy." She tapped his nose with her finger before turning away and picking up a fishing rod.

Dammit! Me and my big mouth. Funny how they both thought the same thing at the same time.