Chapter 3

"Dude, your sopposed to seperate the lights from the darks! And wash the towels by themselves! And you forgot to put in the farbic softner in the dryer!"

I cant believe I am doing this. I'm sitting here, crouched over the floor sorting Deans freaking undies and he's lying there on the bed, flipping through a magazine. This is such bullshit! Dean must hear my mutinous thoughts in my head for he says,

"You agreed to the terms, man. And you lost. So now you have to pay up. Now stop being a whiny bitch and go bring me a margarita!"

"This is a mansion! We have servants for this stuff. And I dont even know HOW to make a margarita!"

"A, thats sad. B, it's called google."

Okay, I dont know how to admit this, but I don't actually know what laundry is, you know? It's like, my clothes get dirty, I throw them in the general vincinity of the hamper, and some person takes them away. And then they return, fresh and clean. And what is fabric softner even?? It's like, I'm so utterly fucked. How could I ever live on my own? Could I even feed myself? Dean must have noticed my depressed/embarrased expression for he says more kindly,

"Jeeze relax. It's just laundry. It's not like I'm asking you to suck my cock or anything."

"I wish you were, I could handle sucking you off..." I say aloud without thinking about it. And then when I realize what I just said, my face goes all red, like I'm embarrased. Which doesnt make any sense because i've never been embarrased before about sex. Or talking to people about it. But for some bizaar reason I all of a sudden hate that Dean knows that I'm promiscuous. Like I want him to think better of me..but what does that even mean? I've never felt that way before, with anybody. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Something about Dean, it's like...I don't even know...

"Uhhhh..." I say, breaking the silence, "I have to...to go. I'll send somebody with a margarita"

I walk out of the room, turning away from Dean's confused expression.

I'm pacing in the library. I've drunken three margarita and taken two cold shower and I still can't get Dean off my mind. Visions of him and his voice keep on popping in my head. Before I know it I'm standing in front of his room and I feel nervous and like I said, this confuses me to no end. It must be lust, thats the only explanation. I'm just infatuated with him but after I have sex with him this will all go away. I raise my hand to knock, but then I remember that this is MY freaking house and I am a DUKE and he's just some lowly poor soldier. I turn the handle and push inside.

And once I pass the threshold, I have no idea what to say. I'm standing here like an idiot, and he's lying there on the bed with only a pair of jeans on with his golden skin and his freckles and his miles of muscle and I have no idea how to even begin.

"Can I help you?" he asks, jarring me out of my thoughts. His mouth is twisted in that sexy half grin, but his eyes look more serious.

"I—I. Oh this is fucking ridiculas..." I moan, shaking my head in my hands.

"What? Dude I was kind of kidding about the laundry, you dont have to worry about it.."

"No not the fucking laundry! I want-" There's silence for about thirty seconds.

"Me?" he asks, but he's laughing like it's a joke, which it should be. And it's not, which kills me.

"Maybe...." I say, my head ducking as I look away.

"Wait," he says, sitting up, "You are actually...I mean you want... really?"

"Does that...I mean could that..not be a bad thing?" I ask in a whisper, not sure what I'm even saying but I sense that Dean is getting off the bed. Probably to get the fuck away.

But then I feel his arms circle around me. He's grasps one of my wrists, kissing it lightly and his other arm hugs my waiste. This is so much I look away again, trying to get a grip when he lightly touches my chin, turning it upwards so I'm looking into his eyes. "It's not a bad thing.." he says softly, his eyes are warm with something which might even be desire.

"But you said...you were drunk and..." I half say, trying to keep my thoughts focused as I drown in the feeling of his soft caresses on my side.

"I was. It's not exactly okay for a soldier of my posistion to hit on the son of a man in government. It'd look bad."

"So what are you doing now?"

"I want you. And I think...I think I can trust you. Can I?"

"Oh god, yes," I say, and before I can shy away I kiss him. It's even better than what I remember because this time I'm not drunk or distracted. This time all I can even comprehend is him and his taste and his smell and the feeling of his lips, so smooth but firm, on mine. I feel him slowly pull me toward the bed and then I'm lying on it, confused and sad that he's not on top of me but standing on the edge, sort of apprasing me.

"Having second thoughts?" I ask, feeling the bare edges of disappointment.

"Oh, fuck no" he says, almost forcefully, and then he's jumped on the bed and he's lying on top of me, kissing my lips and then my neck and then lower and all I can think about is how fucking amazing it feels and how much I want him.

I feel him pulling me forward, and as I sit up he slowly pulls up my t-shirt. Once my cheast is bare his lips latch onto my neck bone, and then lower and lower. I feel him unbuttoning the button on my pants, then slowing unzipping my zipper. He pulls my pants down my thighs then off my ancles and and now I'm lying beneath his, naked. I've been naked with hundreds of people, but this...it feels so much more complete. Like it's not just my body but my soul as well. And how retarded and freaken romance novel-esque is that? But fuck you, because that's how I feel.

"Why are you still wearing clothes?" I whine, sitting up and grasping at his belt. Now that this is happening, and it's not just some siccophant vision in my head, I feel empowered. The instincts of all my sexual excursions come flooding back and by habit, I flip us so I am now straddling him. I feel his cock hard underneath the denim, so I know he isn't that disappointed by this new development.

I rip and tear and pull at his his pants, and in a matter of seconds we are equally naked, as I lie on top of him. There is stillness for a second, the only sound our quickened breathing and i'm looking into his eyes and I sense something that i've never seen before, in anyone. (In retrospect I realize that it is something like love.)

"What now?" he sort of jokes. His tone is light, but his eyes are kind of serious, like he, like me, has no idea what to do next. I look into his eyes, and then something changes in him. With a mischevious glint in his eyes he flips us again. His hands move from my hair to my cock, and I gasp and moan at his touches.

"I'm going to make all your dreams come true, princess" he says.

And then there I no words.