Dean laid there on his back staring at the ceiling just enjoying the feeling on Bree sleeping in his arms again. The movie ended over an hour ago he guessed. He tried to watch the movie for her sake but the feeling of her in his arms was too distracting. That and she fell asleep halfway through the movie making it easier for him to not pay attention. He was starting to get more and more uncomfortable form laying on the ground, he didn't think the whole no furniture thing through. Most of the candles were out and luckily the remote wasn't too far out of his reach and after a minute or two he finally got his fingers on it and turned the TV off so he wasn't stuck listening to the play screen song of the movie over and over. The lighting was dim to almost nonexistent but he glanced down at her sleeping peacefully curled up next to him and he felt himself smile a bit. He wasn't sure how she would react to everything tonight or if she would even change her mind about giving him another chance but he couldn't have imagined a better evening with her. He brushed some hair from her face and lightly stroked her pale cheek just wanting to feel the smooth skin that he had come to love. She adjusted herself at the soft touch and Dean felt something similar to panic wash over him. He was worried if she woke up he would leave and he would have to be without her. It was hard for him to admit to even himself but he missed cuddling.. Cuddling with her. but it was almost at the thought of it she stirred a little more.
Her eyes fluttered half open, "What time is it?" Her voice was soft.
Dean brushed her hair down and slightly shrugged, "Not sure. Maybe around 11?"
"I didn't mean to fall asleep on you.. Sorry." She felt a little embarrassed and hoped she at least didn't drool on him. Bree opened her eyes fully and tried to sit up but Dean held her gently and firmly to himself. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, "It's late, I should probably get home." She tried to sound confident but that isn't how it came out at all. The way he was looking at her made her falter just a little.
Dean didn't say anything but she saw that he was thinking about something intently. His eyes were darting back and forth between hers and his jaw was just a little tense. She suddenly realized how close they were. She was firmly pressed against his side, her arm was draped over him and their faces were mere inches apart.
"Dean?" She whispered.
He brought his hand up to her cheek and soft brushed his finger tips across the skin there almost mimicking what he had just done previously when she was sleeping. Dean didn't want to over step or give her the wrong impression but he didn't want her to leave. Not tonight, not ever really.. But especially not tonight.
"Don't go." He stated firmly but his eyes seemed to be pleading her to stay.
She felt a wave of nervousness along with being in complete awe of him. This new side of Dean he was allowing her to see wasn't doing anything except making her love him more. Making it almost impossible for her to think he had ever done any wrong to her. He was remarkable and how could she deny him?
She swallowed hard before glancing down at his lips. The lips she had been trying to avoid this entire night for this purpose. She knew if she gave those lips she loved so much too much thought she wouldn't be able to stop herself. And right now, she had nothing in her head telling her to stop.
A small 'okay' was all she managed to say before she closed the distance between them and softly placed her lips onto his. Dean almost didn't even react because he was shocked by her making the move first. He felt her start to almost pull away before he finally put his thoughts away and kissed her back. Dean wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. He deepened the kiss but left it at that. His hands didn't roam he just kissed her and hoped it helped so her how much she meant to him. Breanna mimicked him and clutched his shirt in his hand and kissed him like her world was ending. It was everything they each had remembered but even better. The innocent kiss started enticing not so "innocent" thoughts from Bree. She could feel his strong arms around her body and she kept remembering all of the times she was wrapped in his arms bare chest to bare chest. A shudder went through her and Dean pulled back from her a bit.
"You okay? Is it cold in here?" He asked and sounded worried. He ran his hands up and down her arms as to warm her up. Little did he know the shudder has nothing to do with the temperature.
She used this opportunity to sit up. She looked back at him and smiled. "No, I'm not cold. Actually this sweater is making me a little warm." Could have been the sweater making her warm or maybe the thought of being intimate with him was making her warm.
"Hang on a second." He said before getting to his feet. He took a moment to stretch and enjoy not laying on the ground anymore.
She watched him walk down the hallway to his room and she took this as an opportunity to stretch out too. She heard drawers opening and then a muffled, "Yeah! Come in here." She just smiled to herself and walked down the hallway. She stopped at the door to see a smirking Dean holding her missing Pink Floyd T-shirt.
"Hey! I've been looking for that." And she had finally given up a week prior. It was the softest and most comfortable shirt she owned and it had been her favorite shirt to lounge around the house or sleep in.
"Well I found in mixed in with some of my clothes and uh, I even washed it for you." He added modestly.
She shook her head and grabbed it from him. "Well thanks for keeping it. Guess you couldn't have brought it over to me if you weren't even talking to me." She attempted to joke but when her eyes met his she could tell he didn't think it was very funny.
The smile dropped from her face. "I'm sorry.. I cope with things by making jokes." She advanced to him and he still had a pained look on his face.
She reached out to him with a pleading look on her face. She was trying to leave the past in the past. Tonight was so perfect and she hated the idea of ruining it. Without overly thinking it she grabbed his hands in hers. He was still grasping the shirt so it wasn't exactly hand in hand but it was an intimate contact nonetheless. Bree grabbed the shirt from him and sat it on the dresser next to them then placed her hands in his. She kept her eyes on her hands, noticing how pale and small they were to his big, tan ones and his hands were of her favorite things about him.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your hands?" She asked with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.
Dean's demeanor changed just a little, a forced smiling forming on his lips. He looked her face over thinking of all the things he loved about her. Her beautiful eyes, the way she applied just a little extra make up around them making them pop even more. Her cute little nose and the way she scrunches it up when she pretends to be offended. Her lips that were full yet soft, in the most perfect shade of pink and he swore they were shaped perfectly to kiss when they kissed. His tongue darted out and moistened his bottom lip at the thought of kissing her. And it didn't go unnoticed by Breanna. She gulped hard at the small probably innocent gesture but it just drew attention to kiss pouty lips. She squeezed his hands a little before releasing them and moving her hands up his arms. Over his wrists, then his strong forearms, stopping right after his elbows resting them on his lower biceps.
Dean studied her face, he didn't want to push his luck but the moment she seemed to be urging him to make a move with her eyes. Maybe he was imagining it but she was grasping his arms, seemingly bracing herself, waiting for his next move. With one last glance towards her slightly parted lips was all it took. He closed the distance between them and crashed his lips to hers. She returned the kiss with a vigor the kiss earlier didn't have. This kiss was filled with urgency and need. Dean wrapped his arms around her and closed the distance between them. He felt her tongue brush against his bottom lip and he welcomed her warm tongue and deepened the kiss.
Breanna moved her hands up his arms and the ended up on his chest. Before she could stop herself, her raw need for him fueling her at this point, her fingers were working on the buttons of his shirt. She had made it all the way down and started to shove the shirt off. The shirt fell away onto the floor and Dean pulled away from her. Dean looked at her unsure if they should be doing this. He wanted her to know there was more to this to him than sex. But Bree felt panic take over as a thousand things ran through her head. From him maybe not wanting her in that way too she was being too forward with him, she was so caught up in the moment she was just assuming he would go along with it. And honestly she had been dreaming of being with him in this way again but she hadn't expected him reaction. Suddenly embarrassed she took a couple steps away from him.
"I'm sorry.. I thought.. I mean, uh I don't know what to say." She mumbled while her eyes were studying his floor like it was the most interesting thing at the moment.
Dean raked a hand through his hair, unsure of was to say. "I don't want to force you into anything before you're ready. I just know I messed up before and I want things to be different between us." He shrugged.
Bree pushed her eyebrows together confused. "What?" She wasn't sure what he was saying. She was the one who added tongue into the kiss, who undid his shirt and pushed it off.
Dean took in her confused expression and almost mimicked her expression. "I just don't want you to think you have to.. you know, do this with me. I want to be with you and I'm willing to take things as slow as you want." He spoke truthfully and with convection.
Her heart swelled with love and she smiled at him. He put on this big tough guy exterior and she loved it when he tore it down a little and showed her this side of him. Compassionate and sweet and cute, a few things he might not enjoy being called.
"Dean, if we are being honest.. I wasn't even thinking about doing any of this for you. I hadn't thought that much into it. Maybe it's embarrassing to say, but I wanted it." She dared a step towards him, closing the distance again. "I still want it." She said quietly.
Dean's facial expression was a mixture of shock and arousal. "Y-You do?" He tried to sound like his normal confident self but the idea of being with her for the first time in a very long time was starting to get to him.
"Of course I do.. I lo- I missed you so much." She caught herself. "There is nothing that I want more than you. That is if you want me too?" She finished with a flirty smile, knowing this wasn't the time to have self doubt or insecurities.
Dean wrapped his arms around her again this time with purpose and whether he wanted to admit it or not, love. Done with speaking Dean allowed his actions to speak for him. He smiled at her with a big cheeky grin before picking her arm. She let out a surprised sound followed by what can only be described as a giggle. Bree's legs went around his waist as she let out a "Dean!" in between giggles. She felt her sweater bunch around her waist as he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. He raised up, meeting her face to face, only the sound of the each others breath filling the air. He searched her eyes for a moment, seeing nothing but certainty. He brushed her cheek softly taking her in once more before crashing his lips to hers. The kiss almost immediately picked up where they had left off.
Dean held himself up on his forearms and Bree allowed her hands to run under his shirt, needing to fill his skin on hers. She slowly started pushing his shirt up, hoping not to seem too desperate but really wanting this shirt off, now. Dean broke the kiss but with a look of lust in his eyes.
"When did you get so impatient?" Dean joked.
"Since I've been this long without you." Her voice was different, she almost didn't recognize herself.
"Looks like I better change that then, huh?" There's the Dean that Bree knows. The one who is so sure of himself and filled with so much sex appeal that she could almost not bear it.
Dean ran his hands down her sides making her shudder, only stopping once he touched her upper thigh through the tights she was wearing. He moved his hands back up slowly, this time taking her sweater dress in his hands and pulling it up. His eyes never left hers and she was doing her best to keep her nerves down but it was definitely easier to tell herself to keep her nerves away than to actually do it. She felt his fingertips brush her skin and she shudder and closed her eyes only for a moment. Then she opened them back up when the dress was about to go over her breasts. He was making this all take to long so he took one big breath filling herself with confidence as she took the sweater from him and finished pulling it off in one swift motion before discarding some where in the room. Once it was off she attempted to smooth her hair back down and she looked at a very impressed Dean. She laughed a little rolled her eyes before attempting to get his shirt off. He gave her a hearty chuckle before leaning back onto his heels and pulling the shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.
She couldn't hold back the smile at his bare chest, she couldn't find anything wrong with him. He was perfect for her and there was no other way to put it. He laid back down over her, this time leaning onto his left side so he could use his right one to explore over her ivory, soft skin. He began kissing her again and she went to wrap her arms around him but he made sure she stayed flat on her back. He ran his fingers along the soft flesh of her stomach, up the left side then placed his hand on the small of her back. She arched her back a little, enjoying his rough, yet gentle hands running along her. He continued the kiss while his hand made it's way to the back of her bra where he quickly undid it. He broke the kiss only to kiss down her neck and she let out a soft moan once he hit her spot on her neck. He removed the delicate fabric and dropped it off the side of the bed and continued placing small kisses down her neck. Stopping at the soft spot where her collarbone begins and he nipped and sucked just enough to entice an excited moan from Bree's throat. She felt his lips smile against her skin and she almost shook her head at how he always seemed to turn her into puddy.
She felt him pull away from her and she hadn't realized her eyes were closed until they just popped open. "Dean, you're killing me." She looked down at him.
"So impatient.." He mumbled, his lips brushing against her skin.
Dean knew what he was doing, he wanted to make this last but it seemed that Breanna wasn't in the mood to wait and he didn't want to make her wait if she didn't want to. He hooked his fingers into the tights she was wearing and coincidentally her panties too. He tugged them off and the were hung up on her feet so he slid off the bed pulled them off completely and there she was in all of her glory. Naked on his bed, where she belonged and Dean couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy. He undid his jeans and kicked them off quickly followed by his boxers.
Her eyes went wide at how sudden they both were now completely naked. And her eyes drifted down Dean's bare form and stopped once she saw how hard he was, already. He saw where her eyes went and he smiled at her. He climbed back onto the bed and she spread her legs, almost inviting him in and Dean complied. He laid on top of her, enjoying the feeling on her bare breasts against chests and couldn't stop his erection from twitching. She felt the twitch of his hardness against her thigh and she needed him.. Now. She wrapped her arms around him and crashed her lips to his and put everything she could into the kiss. Dean returned the kiss and moaned slightly at the amount of pure friction there was between their bodies. His hand went down between her legs and he ran his hand up her thigh slowly. She moaned into the kiss and wiggled a little letting him know to hurry it up. He complied and ran his hand along her already slick folds and she almost lost it right there. He ran his fingers up and down softly, ensuring she was ready for him. He stuck one finger into her and he moaned at her tightness. She pulled back from the kiss, not believing how great just one of his fingers felt inside of her. He pumped it in and out of her a few times while watching her as she squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure. Her mouth slightly open, allowing small gasps and moans to escape and it was too much for Dean. He pulled his finger out of her and steadied himself at her entrance. He looked down while prepping himself to enter her, before he went any further he looked up at her. Her cheeks slightly flushed, lips a deeper shade of pink from kissing him, her eyes a special shade of deep blue they only ever seemed to be when they were in this situation. She could tell he was studying her face for something but she wasn't sure what.
He brought his free hand up to brush some hair from her face. "You ready, baby?" He asked tenderly.
Bree shook her head showing that she was ready. "Kiss me?"
He complied and almost simultaneously as his lips hit hers in a tender kiss and began slowly entering himself into her. Breanna continued the kiss even through the deep moan that escaped her lips. Dean kept kissing her gently, though as he was filling her up she kept clamping down making her almost too tight for him to fit. Dean pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.
"Relax." He urged quietly. Dean knew she wanted it, but it had been a while and her body could need a moment to adjust.
She did just that, allowing the filling of him being inside of her to fill her with pleasure. Once he was fully inside of her she opened her eyes, meeting his. "I love you.." She uttered quietly. She didn't mean to say it but she had so many feelings running through her she couldn't stop it.
Dean didn't move, just searched her eyes for a moment. Enjoyed the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. If there was ever a time to say it, it had to be now. While they were as close as they could be, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to open up to her anymore than he was at this moment.
"I love you." He declared before he started to move himself in and out of her.
She closed her eyes in pleasure and in love. She wasn't sure if he would ever say those words to her, especially not in the middle of sex. But maybe this wasn't just sex, maybe it was making love? She was unfamiliar with the idea but she assumed that this right here had to be love making.
Dean placed a small kiss against her lips then adjusted himself to where he was upright a little more. Allowing him to hit a spot deep within her and she let out a loud cry of pleasure. That was all it took for Dean to pick up his speed, he grabbed her by her hips and pulled himself in and out of her over and over. Breanna felt herself starting to come undone once he raised her hips off of the mattress and allowed him better, deeper access.
"Oh my god.." She was so close and Dean could tell.
He grunted, feeling his own orgasm getting close but ensuring it wouldn't happen before hers. He kept his left hand on her hip not allowing his rhythm to falter but brought his right hand to her core and used his thumb to brush against her bud of nerves. That's all it took for the walls to tear down. Bree moaned Dean's named loudly nothing else mattered to her at that moment except the intense feeling of him inside of her. He kept hammering into her helping her ride through her orgasm and he couldn't bare it any longer. A mixture of the face she was making along with the noises was too much for Dean. She was clenching around him and with one last deep thrust he felt himself coming deep inside of her. She could feel him filling her up as she was coming down just a little from the high her orgasm just gave her. Dean moaned and grunted through it and once he had no more to give he nearly collapsed on her. He couldn't remember the last time he came so hard.
Once they both regained their breath he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She curled into his side and draped a leg over him. He adjusted the blankets so they were now under them. Bree tried to not be that girl but now all she could do was replay him saying 'I love you' over and over in her head. She knew bringing it up probably wasn't the best thing. She was just so excited about him actually saying it out loud to her she would never even need to hear it again. It was the most serene yet excited she had felt in a while.
Dean cleared his throat a little and she raised her head to look at him. He sat there, not saying anything just looking at her. "What?" She wondered aloud.
"Uh, aren't you going to.. You know bring up what I said earlier?" Dean was concerned that he openly admitted that he loved her and assumed she would immediately bring it up once the high of what happened died down.
"Well I wasn't.. Are you wanting to, I don't know, talk about it?" She asked in a semi joking manner.
"What? Talk about it? No. No, I just thought.." He didn't get to finish because she kissed him silencing his rambling.
After a minute or two of kissing she pulled back from him, suddenly serious. "We don't have to talk about things like that Dean. I know how you feel about me and I've made it aware how I feel about you. Hearing you say that to me was amazing. And if you want to say it all the time I would love that but if you want that to be the only time that's perfectly fine to me." She rested her head against his shoulder again and he rubbed his fingertips gently up and down her upper arm. "I just know how you are about things like this and honestly that's one of the things I love the most about you. It makes it even more special when you open up to me, I guess." She closed her eyes, feeling very sleepy all of the sudden.
Dean just laid there, a small smile on his lips because he couldn't have imagined he would ever be lucky enough to find a girl like her. Who understands him, who is so forgiving of him when he messes up, who he loves. He felt his heart racing at the thought. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She made a sound of contentment then he heard her slow steady breathing of being asleep. Dean closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth she was giving him and felt himself slowly drifting off to a peaceful sleep that he hadn't had since before he had left.
I decided to move my notes to the end because I don't want to take away from the chapters by saying things before you even get to read them.
The feels! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It took me a while to write because I wanted to do it right and I had a lot of distractions this past month.
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Also, since it's been a while of course I had to add some fluff ;)