I generally didn't worry about my appearance but it was me and Dean's first date. I couldn't exactly explain it to Bradley but the man had seen me in hospital scrubs pretty much every day and I just wanted to make an impression on him. I slipped into some black stilettos and I began making my way towards the entrance to the hospital. Dean had just texted me that he was going to meet me in the lobby.
"Jennie?" a voice asked. I turned around, only to see Alex standing behind me.
"Hey," I said, smiling and walking over towards Alex. My heels clicked as I took each step.
"Wow, you look… beautiful. Are you going out?" he asked.
"Yeah. Dean is back and he and I want to try something," I replied, the words tumbling out of my mouth. It was okay, right? Alex was sleeping with like, five different women and we had been doing alright so it must've been okay for me to tell him... At least I hoped so. "I know that you think it's stupid and that it's a bad idea but he's not a patient anymore."
"No, it's, okay. I'm exploring my options and... and I'm happy for you. Good for you," Alex said.
"Thank you," I replied, awkwardly. I mean, it was a pretty awkward situation.
"So anyways, good luck on your date and uh, see you back at the house?" Alex suggested.
"Yeah, I'll see you later," I replied, nodding.
I then finally reached the lobby. My eyes scanned for Dean. I then spotted him. He was sitting on one of the chairs in the lobby and glancing at his cell phone. He was wearing a blue button up with nicer pants than he usually wears, and a tie. His head immediately turned with the sound of the click of my heels against the cold floor of the hospital. He looked up at me, his jaw dropping a little. He closed his mouth and stood up, looking a little baffled.
"Hey, ready to go?" I asked.
"Uh yeah. Wow, you really have outdone yourself, Jennie," Dean complimented, staring at me.
I shrugged, "Yeah, it beats the scrubs, huh?" I laughed it off a little, realizing that I wasn't used to feeling sexy so it made me feel uncomfortable.
"Yes, this definitely beats the scrubs," Dean smiled.
"Alright, so are you going to unveil the surprise any time soon?" I asked.
"Right! The car is pulled up front. We should get going. And by the way, you look beautiful," Dean said, searching for the right words.
"Thanks. You look good as always," I replied, before the two of us left for wherever we were going. I looked at Dean in his dressy casual attire once more before we headed to his car. He looked good. It was definitely nice to see him in something other than a hospital gown or even in a hospital bed. He was a fit, very handsome man. Dean and I made nervous small talk on the way to wherever we were going. It was nice but there was this air about things. I think we both could tell that we were a little nervous about this whole first date thing.
Dean and I pulled up to a homey Italian restaurant that I recognized. When Dean was a patient, sometimes I'd pick him up something small like a piece of cake or something from here.
"You used to bring me stuff from here and I thought maybe we'd come and actually be here together," Dean said.
I smiled, "I love it."
We got out of the car and then went into the restaurant. Dean had even made reservations and everything. As we walked in, Dean laced his fingers with mine, holding my hand. It was sweet, especially for a guy who didn't like 'chick flick' moments. We were seated and then the two of us began to examine the menus.
"Wine?" the waiter asked.
Dean and I exchanged glances.
"Um…" Dean started. He seemed kind of at loss.
"It's alright, I've got it," I said to Dean, then going on to order the wine that my parents used to drink together. They had this one bottle that they had saved from their wedding and I remember it being my first glass of wine. I had always ordered that ever since.
"I'm more of a beer guy," Dean started.
"Oh me too. I don't drink wine that often but then I guess when you come to a place like this wine is probably good to have," I said.
"How'd you know what to get?" Dean asked.
"I always get that. My parents had it at their wedding so… I don't really know much else," I confessed.
Dean chuckled, "That's nice."
"Mhm," I replied.
The waiter then returned with our wine and I took a sip, "What do you think?"
"It's good but then again I'm not all too experienced with wine either," Dean said.
"Well it'll be new for the both of us," I replied.
There was then an awkward but normal kind of first date silence between the two of us. We just kind of looked at each other and laughed.
"So I'm surprised you didn't dump me after last night," Dean said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well after what I told you," Dean started.
I shrugged, "I like you, Dean. It doesn't matter. Plus, you're kind of like Superman."
"I wouldn't go that far," Dean chuckled. "You know what did surprise me though, is how you feel asleep to it. What kind of sick, twisted bed time stories were you told as a child?" Dean joked.
I laughed, "I was tired last night!"
"Sure," Dean replied, teasingly.
I took another sip of my wine, "I'm grateful that you and your brother do that kind of stuff I mean, hey, I feel kind of like a slacker now. I know that I freaked out earlier but I just want you to know that I won't be doing that anymore. The whole… freaking out thing. It's just, I have a tendency to slam on the breaks sometimes but I don't feel that with you anymore."
"Good, because I'm crazy about you, Jennie, and I don't think I can deal with you slamming on the breaks for the billionth time," Dean teased.
I giggled, "Yeah, sorry about that."
"It's alright. I suck at relationships anyways. It'll be something new for both of us," Dean said.
"I like the sound of that," I smiled.
"Tonight was really great," I said, blissfully stupid at my front door.
"I was hoping to change your mind on surprises," Dean replied.
"Yes well I definitely liked this surprise," I said.
"There is one more, although it probably shouldn't come as much of a surprise to you," Dean said. I knew exactly what he was hinting at.
"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Show me."
Dean then leaned in and kissed me passionately. He pulled me in closer to him as the two of us made out. My body was pressed against his as we stumbled through my front door and up the stairs, needing to be close to each other. This was it. We had been waiting for months to do this. We couldn't have done it when he was a patient and afterwards he was always leaving but this time just felt right.
The two of us stumbled into my room, shutting the door with a loud clang. Dean pressed me up against the wall. The two of us exchanged lustful glances before he returned to kissing me. His lips traveled down my neck to my collarbone and then to my chest. Judging from the way that Dean and I first met, I could tell that Dean was experienced but this... this was a whole new level of experience. He was so good with his hands, his mouth... My knees buckled as I hit the back of the bed, Dean following me down, on top of me.
"This is a beautiful dress, Jen," Dean murmured, fumbling with the zipper on my dress. He pulled it down, exposing my back and strapless push up bra. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and then began to slowly peel the dress from my body, his mouth following, leaving sloppy, teasing kisses against my skin. I closed my eyes and my head tilted back as I moaned.
"Oh yeah?" I whispered back.
"Yeah, but I like it better on the floor," he said, a lustful look in his eyes. He pulled the dress off of me, tossing it aimlessly on the floor. I eagerly needed to kiss him but he took his time. He left kisses on my legs, my thighs, moving to the inside of my thighs and spreading my legs a little. My breathing was getting shallower as he kept moving closer and closer to my core but he skipped over, moving to my hip bones, my stomach, and then back up to my lips.
"Tease," I groaned.
"Don't worry, baby. We have all night long," Dean smirked, sending shivers down my spine. He moved one of my legs, securely hooking it around his waist as I wrapped my other leg around his waist. With all my strength, I rolled us over, so that I was on top, straddling him.
I then got to working on his buttons. I loosened his tie, practically ripping it off before undoing the buttons to his shirt feverishly. I threw his shirt onto the floor along with the tie and then fumbled with the buckle on his belt. Dean helped me in taking his pants off and he kicked them off to the floor, along with his boxers. The two of us were desperate for each other. Like I said, we'd been waiting for this for a long time. I practically ached for him.
Dean moved his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hungrily. He rolled me over so that he was on top of me. We were all tangled up in the sheets and were a hot mess. Dean reached over into the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out a condom.
"I stocked up today," Dean panted, lust in his eyes.
"What, you just knew you we were going to have sex?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I could tell that it was only turning him on.
"I'm just being prepared, baby," he shrugged. I giggled and he leaned down, kissing me again. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed this. Dean put on the condom and then moved his right hand to my left shoulder, tracing soft circles on it with his thumb. "You ready?"
"Mhm," I moaned. My eyes snapped open as I felt Dean enter me. God, he was big... and it had been a while. But it was good. I moaned and he grunted at the new, sudden feeling. "Oh God."
"Shit... Jen..." he started.
"It's been a while, I know," I breathed.
"You okay?" he asked.
I nodded, "Yeah, keep going."
Dean began to move above me slowly, letting me get used to him. "Dean, I need you. I need more," I whispered seductively in his ear.
Dean responded with a moan and then started to move a little faster. And from there, it all started to escalate. I felt like I could breathe anymore and my soft moans were starting to turn into screams. With one, great thrust, I threw my head back and cried out Dean's name. He grabbed my hands and put them on either side of my head. He began to thrust into me harder and faster as we were both so close. We tangled our fingers together and I looked up at Dean.
"I'm so... close... Dean... yes, Dean, yes... Dean!" I shouted. He seemed to like that as he smiled, hearing his name on my lips.
"Jennie," he managed to get out as I met his hips with mine.
I was on edge. No one had made me feel this way. Sure, there had been guys that I had slept with that had been great in bed but not like this. And on top of that, there was this emotional connection. I was glad that we had developed that before we had slept together but hey, if this had happened earlier, I certainly wouldn't have complained. I truly cared for Dean which made this ten times better.
"Dean, Oh fuck!"
"Shit, Jen... shit. Fuck!" he moaned as the both of us reached our release. Dean rolled off of me and lay in bed next to me. He took off the condom and threw it in the tiny trashcan I had next to my bed.
"That was amazing," I breathed out.
"Jesus Christ," Dean said.
"I concur," I chuckled.
Dean smiled and looked over at me, "Hi."
"Hi," I said back, giggling. We had just had sex and we were getting shy? Well, at least I was? I blushed, looking away from Dean and then looking back at him. "You know, it's kind of funny."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Well, I just spent the last couple of months trying not to think about you, or... to want you. And it's not like we could do anything, especially not like this. But now I get to touch you all I want... think about you, want you," I said seductively.
"Mm, I'm liking this conversation," Dean smirked.
"I thought you would," I replied.
Dean leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away from the kiss when it came to somewhat of an end point and looked at Dean, straight in the eye. No one had looked at me like that with so much, affection and care. Dean wasn't just in this for sex. "Tonight was great, though. Really. The date. This..."
Dean nodded, "It was, huh?"
"Yeah. But now, I'm exhausted so I think that you and I both should get some sleep," I sighed, completely happy.
"No round two?" Dean asked.
"It's three in the morning and I've had a long day and... an athletic evening," I pointed out.
"You're right and you need to sleep. See you in the morning?" he asked.
I nodded, before curling up to him and falling asleep.
"Hike up your skirt a little more and show the world to me..." - Dave Matthews Band
Author's Note: Sorry, I forgot to warn you that this chapter is mature... Oops. Well.. yeah... I hope you're enjoying the story and thank you to ALL of you who have reviewed it. I hope you don't mind that the updates are so fast but I actually have this story finished on quizilla along with a sequel. I've just been editing and adding onto it so I've been able to update really quickly.