Chapter Eight: Normalcy

When I woke up Dean was tracing the scares on my hand. He was frowning as he focused on them. I knew that he probably knew where I got them from. I didn't want him to think about it. It was something that happened. I didn't have a choice in the matter. But I couldn't bear to have him think about me digging myself out of my grave.

"What was it like?" He asked softly as he continued to trace the white lines on my hand.

"I don't want you to think about it." I told him.

He put his hand over mine and looked at me. "How can I not think about it?" He asked. "You're all I think about. While you were gone…" He said and shook his head. "I was miserable. I thought about what you went through every day. Where you were, what you were thinking, did you miss me…?" He said and trailed off looking away from me.

I frowned at him. "Baby, look at me." I told him. He looked at me but looked like he was hurting. "I missed you every day. I wish you could understand the depths of my despair when I first arrived in heaven. I missed you every second of every day. I longed for you so much that I built myself a house and one room was completely devoted to you. I painted you every day and I used to stand in that room and turn in a circle just to put your face in my mind. Every expression. And you wanna know something?" I asked him. He nodded as he ran his fingers through my hair. "When I was talking to your mom…all I could talk about was you. I think she may have started to get sick of it but she never said anything. I felt bad because I didn't talk about Sam enough or John enough. Even in heaven, all my focus was on you. Just as it has been for a very long time now." I told him. "So what do you think about that?" I smiled.

He moved his face closer to mine. "Well, I think you're whipped." He told me.

I laughed and hit his chest. He laughed and kissed me passionately. I was in one of his shirts and soon I felt his hand on my thigh, squeezing it gently. I felt my body shiver. I kissed him harder, grabbing his arms as he rolled on top of me. His hands found my thighs and he pulled me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I cemented my lips to his. I arched my body against his as he started to rock against me. I moaned as his lips moved down my jaw line to my neck. I loved that. It was one of the best feelings in the world. I gripped his hair as my fingers gripped his back, digging into his skin. I yelled out and after several minutes we started to relax. He laid on top of me. I kissed his shoulder as my knees gripped his sides. He supported himself and looked down at me. I smiled and he kissed me sweetly. I smiled wider, kissing him again.

"Now that felt normal." I told him.

"Did it live up to your expectations?" He asked.

"Since when have I ever had expectations about our sex?" I asked him.

"Since you died and went to heaven. There everything is perfect, isn't it?"

I grinned at him. "It's only perfect if you want it to be." I told him. "But you want to know what's even more perfect then heaven?" I grinned at him.

"What?" He grinned back.

"You." I told me.

"Evy…" He said rolling off of me.

I rolled on top of him. "I'm completely serious." I told him. "I am madly in love with you. Heaven was perfect in its own way but you are far more perfect and so is that sex we just had. Why can't you see your own worth?" I asked him seriously.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just modest." He told me. I laughed; maybe a little harder then was needed, and rolled off of him. "What?" He said laughing with me.

"I love you, you know that?" I grinned and kissed him deeply.

"It's good to have you back." He replied.

I met his eyes and held them for a moment before saying, "It's good to be back."

"You know…" He said and turned toward his pants on the floor. I frowned curiously and when he rolled back my pentagram was dangling from his hand.

"Dean…" I smiled and took the pendant in my fingers. "I thought I lost this."

"Yeah, Sam took it off of you at the morgue." He told me.

"The morgue?" I asked him.

A sad expression crossed his face. "That's where they took you. We were all airlifted to the hospital and since you were…" He said and paused. I ran my fingers down his face. "Sam had to identify you at the morgue. He thought I'd want it to remember you by."

"And did you?" I asked him.

He smiled sweetly at me. "When he first gave it to me…no. But later, yes. It was a little bit of you with me all the time." He said and ran his fingers through my hair. "But I think it's about time you got it back." He said and put it around my neck, securing it.

I took it in my fingers. It was surprising how good it felt to have it back around my neck. "Thank you." I said softly and kissed him passionately.

He smiled taking my hand and kissed it, but his eyes lingered on the scars again. My right hand had a few scars from where I had punched through the coffin lid. The left was less injured but its palm had a nice crescent scar on it. He had already examined my left hand, hating them for what they did. But now he held my right and he got that pensive look on his face that he had had before. I watched him as he traced the lines on my hand.

"Dean, baby…?" I said trying to break his concentration.

"Tell me, Evy. Please?" He asked. "I need to know." He said looking at me.

"Why?" I asked. "What difference does it make?"

"Because I want to share everything with you. I want to know everything that happened to you so I can understand. It would also give me just one more reason to kill that son of a bitch." He replied.

I met his eyes and knew that he wasn't going to give up on this. I sighed and put my hand on his face, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. "First, I should explain my heaven to you." I told him. He nodded and waited patiently.

I went into detail about what I remembered about dying and when I entered heaven. About the field and Cooper as well as Jim and the tree. I told him of how I could manipulate everything in heaven from the weather to the setting. I told him everything that had happened there. My feelings about what happened. My longing for him, wishing I hadn't died. I told him of when I saw him. Retold him what I had felt when he had momentarily died. Told him of the rain and the tears. Told him of the house and the rooms I had there. Told him of the paintings and the thoughts that had encompassed every moment I was there. He listened intently and never interrupted.

"I was in the field when it happened. I was with your mother, Cooper, and Jim. I was painting. I had just finished painting another picture of you." I said and smiled, kissing him gently. "Jim and I had just had a conversation about our feelings toward each other. Since he died first his feelings remained very strong toward me. He told me he was jealous of you. I tried to reassure him but it was no use. I told him that you were the man I loved more then anything. That I did love him but after he died I moved on and found the man that was the one for me. It turned out to be you." I said and took a moment to kiss him. He didn't say anything. Patiently waiting for me to get to his initial question. "It would have turned into some sort of game. He was being sarcastic I was planning on throwing paint at him but uh…" I said and paused. "Something lurched inside of me." I told him softly and frowned as I recalled the memory. I could feel my eyes becoming distant. "It hurt like hell. It happened once and I thought it was going to be okay but it happened again and again and again and then I was suddenly pulled away from them. I was pulled away and I tried to fight it. Tried to fight the pain but I couldn't. I gave into it and when I opened my eyes I was disorientated. But after feeling all sides of the box I was in I realized where I was." I told him and he looked at me sadly, running his fingers down my face. "My oxygen was running out so I had to do something. My instincts ran me for a while. I ripped the fabric and punched through the wood. I dug through the dirt until I hit the surface. I crawled out but was grabbed by something. Turned out it was a vampire. Riley saved me only I didn't know it was him. He was Adam to me at that point." I told him frowning. "We drove around hunting. I didn't know why I needed to but I needed to hunt. I needed to help people. I didn't know why but I had to do these things. I knew how to fight and use a gun but I couldn't remember why. I couldn't remember who I was or why these urges were so strong. Why I wasn't afraid of the things that go bump in the night. So I hunted and then ran into you and you know the rest." I finished and looked at him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to me, his lips against my forehead.

"It doesn't matter anymore." I whispered back. "I love you. I'm back in your arms. That's all that matters. What's done is done. We can't change it."

"It matters to me." He said and kissed me gently. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"I'll forgive you." I smiled at him. "Just this once."

He laughed and kissed me passionately. We were about to make love again when the door opened. I reached for Dean's shirt and quickly pulled it on. Sam came in with come take out. It had been a long night and he was nice enough to spend a little time outside of the room. I sat up and smiled at him.

"Having fun?" Sam smiled at us. I blushed and looked at him. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

I nodded. "How about you?" I asked. "Have a nice time out of the room?"

"Sure." He shrugged.

I sighed and got out of bed. Dean's shirt was long enough to cover me and I wrapped my arms around Sam's waist. "I love you, Sammy." I said and looked up at him.

"Love you too." He said and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry you feel like the third wheel. I'm really the third wheel. I stole your brother and turned him into a half decent guy. I apologize for that." I told him. He laughed and kissed my forehead again.

"Hey!" Dean said from the bed. "I'd get up and teach you a lesson but I don't think Sam would appreciate it."

"No, I wouldn't." Sam said pointing at his brother.

I laughed and hugged Sam tightly. "I'm glad to be back with you." I told him. "You and your brother."

"We're happy to have you back too." Sam said with my face in his hands. "Now go tend to your boyfriend before he gets jealous."

"Yeah." Dean agreed.

I kissed Sam's cheek before walking back to the bed. Dean lifted the covers for me to crawl in giving me a show in the process. I laughed and Sam averted his eyes. I crawled onto the bed, my lips finding Dean's as we laughed.

"I just had a thought." I told him. "We really need to start getting our own room or something. I feel bad for Sam. He either has to hear it or he'll have to be alone."

"He'll be okay." Dean said rolling on top of me. "I'll take you whenever I want to."

I laughed as he kissed me. "You're such a bad boy."

"Yeah." He said kissing my neck. "But you love me anyway."

"I really do." I said and laughed.

It was several days before we were back on the road again. We took our time. Just spending time together. I wanted to just be with them. Be with Dean, just being happy, feeling like things were normal. For the most part that's the way things were. Normal was easy at the moment. Normal was something that I had tried so hard at before and now it came like nothing. It took dying and coming back for normal to set in. It was odd. I wasn't sure if it were possible. Feeling like I belonged here after where I had been. But more then normal I wanted to try and forget heaven. Besides, there was no comparison to having my life back with Dean. At first I wasn't sure if it was as strong when I remembered everything but it took no time at all to fall back into sync with the way things were supposed to be. Dean was as sweet as ever. It seemed like his hard exterior had temporarily disappeared. He was caring and loving. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me. But I knew that it was only temporary because as soon as the hunting started again he would be hard again. I loved him for everything he was but I liked him the way he was now. He was happy. I didn't want to see him unhappy again.

"Are you ready yet?" Dean asked me.

"Almost." I told him as I walked behind him, my hand running across his back.

"I told him we'd be there by tonight. If you don't hurry up we won't make it."

"Honey, just give me a minute." I told him frowning.

"What are you forgetting?" Dean asked putting his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

"I don't know. That's why they call it forgetting." I smiled and kissed his temple.

His lips found my neck and I leaned into him. I grinned and turned in his arms, my lips meeting his. We kissed for several moments before I pulled away from him. I went to the bed we had been sharing and pulled the journal from underneath it. I quickly put it in my bag and turned to him.

"All set." I smiled at him.

"What was that?" He frowned at me.

"Nothing." I told him smiling.

"Liar." He said and reached behind me in my bag.

I didn't stop him as he slipped it out of my bag. He flipped through it. Reading things here and there. I watched him, slightly uneasy. I wrote a lot of things down in there. From memories to experiences and feelings. But it was also a collection of all my hunting information. Some repeated from John's journal but also everything I experienced with and away from the brothers. From Roy Lagrange to Lauren Smith. Detailed accounts of nearly all of my hunts. The vampires and the vengeful spirits from Texas. He seemed to find one especially interesting. He sat down on the bed as he read it. I didn't know which one and I didn't want to watch him read it. I felt my face flush a little before taking my things to the car. I came back and grabbed his as he continued to read. Sam followed me out the second time.

"What's he reading?" He asked.

"My journal." I told him.

"And that doesn't bother you?" He asked.

I looked at him and smiled. "No, not at all. I don't have any secrets from your brother."

"But you have some from me?" Sam asked.

"No, I'll tell you anything you want to know." I replied.

"Anything?" He smiled.

"Unless it's something personal about me and your brother…yes." I told him.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I haven't been this good in a long time." I smiled.

"Despite what you've been through?" He asked.

I crossed my arms and faced him. "Sammy, I'm doing fine." I smiled. "Yes, I died. I died and went to heaven. Just like everyone hopes they would. Yes, it's a magical place where all your dreams come true. Everything but one." I told him, my smile faltering. "I was alone." I said and shrugged one shoulder. "I had Cooper and my parents were there and Jim but…but I felt alone." I told him sadly. "Your mother helped me more then anyone but I didn't have Dean. I didn't have you. Life…or death…isn't worth it without Dean. Or without you. No matter how bright the sun shines or how beautiful the flowers are." I said and put my hand on his cheek. "You're one of the most important people to me." I told him and kissed his cheek.

"Are we all loaded?" Dean asked joining us. "Hey, are you coming on to my girl?" He frowned at his brother.

I just grinned and dropped my hand. "Yup, and he's doing a real good job at it."

Sam just smiled and shook his head. Dean put his hand on my neck and kissed me deeply. "Here…" He said handing me my journal. "When did you start this?" He asked.

"Not very long ago." I told him. "I've been spending quite a lot of time writing in it these days. When I'm not with you anyway." I told him and smiled. "I had been adding to your dad's but after recent events I wanted one of my own. For the future." Both gave me a sad look. "Don't look at me like that." I smiled at them.

"Sorry." Sam said while Dean just looked at me.

"I'm good. You know that right?" I asked him. "I feel good." I smiled and kissed him. "You're worried and I get that but I'm fine. Let's just get out of here. Bobby's waiting."

They just nodded and we were soon on our way. It was odd. I had heard about Bobby. Knew that he had helped Dean and Sam while John and I were in captivity. I owed him for that. I owned him for helping to keep my family safe. I asked Dean and Sam a bunch of questions about Bobby. Trying to get to know him without having met him yet. I was surprised, though, by the question that weighed most heavily on my mind.

"Do you think he'll like me?" I asked Dean.

He gave me an odd look, "What?"

"Do you think he'll like me?" I repeated.

"Of course he will." Sam told me from the back.

"Thank you, Sammy." I smiled at him. I looked at Dean and frowned.

"What?" He asked.

"You don't think he'll like me?" I asked.

"No, he will. I swear." He said keeping his eyes on the road.

"I don't believe you." I frowned resting my head on my hand. "Do you understand how nervous I am?"

"Why are you so nervous?" He replied.

"Because." I told him shortly.

"Baby, I'm sorry, okay?" He said taking my hand.

I pulled mine out of his. "He will be the first real hunter I've met since you two. That and he has a history with you and your father. John mentioned him on occasion, though from what I understand they had a bit of a falling out." I replied.

"Yeah, well…that's a long story. From a long time ago." Dean told me.

"But…you don't think he'll like me?" I asked.

"I don't know." He told me with a somewhat worried look. "It's not like I've brought girls around before. I've never brought a girl home to meet my father. Never brought one to meet any friends."

"What friends?" Sam said softly in the back.

I suppressed a grin as I frowned at Dean before a smile crossed my face. "I understand, sweetie. You're more nervous then me."

"What?" He asked but he rolled his shoulders in a clearly nervous way.

I laughed and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's okay. I'll make a good impression." I smiled and leaned over to him. He took his eyes off the road momentarily and kissed my gently.

I felt better knowing that he was nervous too. But my nerves came back in full force when we pulled into the junk yard. I looked at the piles of cars and didn't want to get out of the car when Dean finally shut it off. We got out and I heard growling. I turned to see a Rottweiler staring at us, his head lowered. I smiled and stepped toward it. Sam grabbed my arm. I looked at him.

"She'll be fine." Dean said absently as he took a few steps toward the house.

"Be careful." Sam told me and followed his brother.

I watched them before turning to the dog again. "Hey, you." I said walking right up to it. He barely growled when I knelt in front of him. "How are you?" I asked and scratched his neck.

I was holding a perfectly fine conversation with the dog when I heard the vaguest shuffle behind me. I managed to grab the two-by-four before it hit my head. I forced the man backward. He dropped the board and swung at me. I ducked and punched his abdomen. He momentarily hunched over but recovered and managed to clock me across my left cheekbone. I went down on one knee before feeling a sudden focus and put my arm out to block myself. A shocked look crossed his face and he flew back, knocking the Winchesters down in the process. I myself was a bit shocked but ran over, pulling the man to his feet. I slammed him against the nearest car and put my arm across his throat.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked.

"Evy…" Dean said pulling me away from him.

"He attacked me." I stated.

"What?" Dean said angrily and pushed me behind him.

"Okay, calm down." Sam told all of us.

"He attacked her!" Dean yelled. "Bobby, what the hell were you thinking?"

"It's not like she didn't fight back." Bobby replied.

"Wait…" I said putting my hands on Dean's arms. "This is Bobby?" I asked. Dean nodded. I was suddenly very much embarrassed. "I am so sorry." I told Bobby as I moved from behind Dean. "I thought you were one of the bad guys." I told him.

"And I thought you were a demon." Bobby replied.

"I am so, so sorry." I told him again.

"And what was with the thing you just did?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know." I said running my fingers through my hair.

There was a long pause between all of us. "So, Bobby, this is Evy." Dean said giving him a half smile.

"Hi." Bobby said nodding at me.

"Hi." I smiled back.

We all just kind of looked at each other before going into the house. The house was full of books. Wall to wall books. Stacks of books. Up the staircase and in every room. There were a few chairs around the table. Dean pulled one out and motioned for me to sit down. I did and then Bobby came through with four beer bottles. I thanked him as I took one. I took a sip while he downed nearly half the bottle before he looked at me. Dean and Sam sipped off of theirs and the silence was becoming deafening.

"Have I said I'm sorry?" I said breaking the silence.

"It's fine." Bobby told me. "I shouldn't have tried to hit you with a two-by-four."

I smiled and looked at Dean. He was eyeing Bobby rather evilly. "It's fine, baby." I told him softly.

"Hmph." Bobby said looking at me. "What I'm curious about is how you can move things."

"With my mind." I told him. "Something I've just discovered about myself." I told him. "This was only the second time I've done it."

"Hmph." He said again.

"Sam?" I said looking at him.

"I can do it too." He told Bobby. Bobby just looked at him.

"We don't know why. We also have premonitions." I added.

"I knew about that." Bobby told me. "About Sam anyway."

"Yeah…" I said and lowered my eyes.

"Why did you think she was a demon?" Dean asked him.

"Well, my dog doesn't usually take to anyone unless they're me or evils got a hold of him." Bobby replied.

"She's good with dogs." Dean told him.

"She has a thing for them." Sam added.

"I am right here you know." I told them.

"Sorry." They all said in unison.

"Now that we've all apologized, can we move past the whole awkward meeting thing?" I asked them.

"Yes." Sam said quickly.

"Sure." Bobby said.

"I'm almost over it." Dean replied.

"Over what?" Bobby asked.

"You, trying to hit my girlfriend with a two-by-four." Dean stated.

"Damn it, Dean." Bobby said all annoyed. "I didn't know it was her."

"It's fine." I said standing, putting my hands on Dean's chest. "You are overreacting and you have to remember that I threw him into you and Sam." He didn't relax. "With my mind." I added. He looked at me and sighed heavily. I raised my brow at him. He nodded. "Good." I said and kissed him quickly.

It was more then awkward for a while. Sam started up a conversation with Bobby and they soon disappeared into the next room. Dean seemed a bit on edge and I still wasn't sure why. It wasn't as big a deal as he seemed to be making it. When I was sure that the other two were occupied I looked at Dean.

"So what is really bothering you?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" He asked with a small smile.

"You are being way too overprotective. You're acting too normal for as abnormal a couple as we are. You jumped down a good friend's throat because of a silly mistake. You're not acting like yourself." I replied somewhat worriedly.

"And that's a bad thing?" He frowned.

"Honey, don't get defensive." I told him. I could already hear it in his tone.

"Then tell me what you want to hear." He told me.

"Dean…" I frowned at him. "I'm trying to have a conversation about what's bothering you. Things have been perfect between us. Things have been more then perfect but it's like you've changed your entire personality since I've been back."

"And I ask again, that's a bad thing?" He asked his tone better but still defensive.

"No. But I don't understand why." I told him.

"How am I supposed to act?" He asked. "You died Evy. You died." He repeated and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I don't want to be hard. I don't want the job to overcast the way I feel about you. I took you for granted." He told me.

"No you didn't." I told him.

"Yes I did. I took you for granted and then I made a mistake. I made a horrible mistake and it took months for me to get you back. After the thing with Annabelle I fell back into that feeling. The feeling that you would always be there, you'd always be with me. I fell right back into that and then you were taken from me. You died. I sat in front of your grave and sobbed like a little baby." He said and gave me a small smile. I felt my eyes well with tears but I didn't interrupt him. "I knew you were dead. I wasn't expecting you to be brought back." He said and met my eyes. "But you were." He said quietly. "You are alive and I promised myself the moment I laid eyes on you that I would never let anything happen to you. That I would give you everything you wanted. Everything you need. But most importantly that I would be the man you want me to be, the man who you need me to be. Not the hard hunter that puts the job first. You need someone who believes in you. Who puts you over everything else. Someone who will love you unconditionally. I want to be that man. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I told myself that that's who I would be. I would be that man." He said nodding as if he was still convincing himself of it all.

"But you were already him." I said kneeling in front of him. "You were that man a long time ago."

"No I wasn't." He replied.

"Dean, everything you said sounds wonderful. It sounds perfect, but no one can be that perfect. I don't want you to be that man. The man that puts me before everything. We save people. We do what's needed to get it done. If you put me first then others may die. That would be unacceptable. I would rather die…again…then have others die because of me. I know that it's hard and at times we get hurt but that's life." I told him. "Life is full of pain. It's full of disappointments and fear. But the most important part of life is love. We've already got that." I smiled putting my hands in his. "I love that you want to be the perfect man for me. To be everything I need. But you were already all of that. You're perfect just the way you are. I don't want you to change for me." I told him. "Well, maybe a few things. I'd love you to keep the cap on the toothpaste." I told him and grinned. He laughed. "Okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He said softly and kissed me sweetly before he pulled me into him kissing me intensely.

I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. I kissed it before putting my forehead against his. "I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." He said and kissed me. He pulled away from me and got to his feet. "Now that we have a minute there is something I've been meaning to give you." He said and disappeared from the room.

I shook my head and smiled, watching him go. My eyes focusing on his ass. I grinned only then realized that I was being watched. I turned and Bobby was watching me. I smiled and stood, crossing my arms as I faced him.

"Hi." I smiled.

"So you're the woman who tamed Dean." He smiled.

"That's what they tell me." I replied.

"I'm happy for him." He told me. I just smiled at him. "And for you too." He added.

"Thanks." I smiled, blushing.

"Hey, here –" Dean said but stopped when he saw Bobby.

"Sorry." Bobby said and turned away from us.

"It's fine." I smiled.

"You know, there are some spare rooms upstairs. They're probably not what you're used to but they're all yours." Bobby told us.

"We're in a real house." I smiled at him. "It'll be perfect." Bobby smiled at us.

"Thanks Bobby." Dean smiled and took my hand before leading me upstairs.

I grinned as he closed the door behind us. The room was cluttered but the bed was clear. He walked up to me, putting his hands on either side of my waist. I ran the back of my fingers down his cheek.

"Open it." He said handing me the wrapped package.

"What's the occasion?" I grinned at him.

"You're alive and well." He said and kissed me gently. "That and…" He said and paused.

A sad expression crossed his face. "And what?" I asked him.

"And you sort of missed your birthday." He said and gave me his knee weakening half smile.

I just looked at him. "You know. I don't even know what the date is. It never really mattered." I told him.

"June 15th." He told me.

"I see." I replied. "My birthday wasn't too long ago."

"Nope. May 21st was practically yesterday." He replied.

"It's okay. I'm here." I said pulling him against me.

"I know." He said and kissed the top of my hand. "Now open it."

I grinned at him and tore the paper off. It was a wooden box. It was a few inches tall and several inches long. It was like an oversized briefcase. I ran my hand across it. It had my name engraved on it. I smiled at him before opening it. There were several sketchbooks of different sizes. A box of pencils on top of them. I was in awe of the gift. I took them out only to find another box. I took it out and opened it. It was a collection of paints with a variety of brushes.

"It wasn't big enough for any canvas." Dean told me.

"It's wonderful." I told him airily. "It's the best gift anyone's ever given me."

"Yeah?" He smiled, unsure if I was being honest or not.

"Yeah." I smiled and kissed him deeply. "Though I'm curious. What made you think to get me this?"

"You went to school for art. You mentioned how much painting you had done while you were gone. I thought it might be something you'd want to continue with. A small piece of normalcy."

I grinned and kissed him passionately. "God I love you." I said as I placed the kit quickly to the side. I pushed him back onto the bed and laid on top of him, undoing the buttons as I kissed him. His hands moved to my pants and I smiled as his lips found my neck. I shivered with pleasure as he slid them down. I pulled his t-shirt off before undoing his pants. He kissed me intensely as he rolled me underneath him. I helped him from his pants and thanked him properly for the gift.