Dean had been one of the first people arriving at the party. Not because he was actually in the mood to party but because he didn't wanna miss one second of her being there. This is what he did, what they both did, time after time. More pain, more hurt, more heartbreak - and he was ready to take it all as long as it meant more of her, even if it was just for one night.

He almost choked on his beer when she entered almost two hours later. He was surprised to see that she still had that navy blue and white striped dress. She had been wearing it that evening when she had made it perfectly clear to him that they were nothing but each other's toys and no longer in a relationship. That fateful day where he had ruined everything. It wasn't because it was low cut and sexy. Sure, it was short but that wasn't it either. It was the way it hugged her body perfectly, showing off just enough of her breasts and ass to make him forget how to breathe. As usual she wore a pair of flat shoes, this day a pair of black ballarinas. She had never been one for heels or boots. She didn't try to dress up and be sexy. She simply was sexy no matter what.

"She looks cute," Seth said.
"She's perfect," Dean said.
"No one's perfect," Roman said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean snapped his head towards Roman.
"You've put her up on a pedestal over the years but no one's perfect, Dean. Not even her," Roman said.

Dean's upper lip raised as if he was about to sner at Roman.

"Before you blow up, I don't mean anything bad about it. I'm sure she's a good woman and if you could get your head on straight and actually talk to her about everything, maybe you could work it out. She's not perfect, Dean, and neither are you. Humans make mistakes. Own up to yours and see if she'll forgive you," Roman said.

Dean looked back at her and frowned as he watched Xavier walk over to her. He handed her a drink and they sat down at a table together.

"Game on," he sighed.
"Don't do it, Dean," Roman said.
"I'm not doing anything. I'm gonna sit down at this table and see where this evening takes me," Dean said.

He sat down and Seth and Roman joined him. They kept the conversation going while Dean constantly kept an eye on her. She flirted, smiled and laughed but it was all fake. Her eyes met his many times and he knew she was challenging him. Old habits are always hard to break and he found himself scan the room to see who would maybe like a night with him. Alicia or Paige maybe? They were both single and usually up for some fun. Maybe he could even convince them to have a threesome since they were good friends.

"Dean, you're spacing out," Seth shook him gently.
"Sorry, just tired," Dean said.
"You don't need to lie," Roman said.

Dean looked over at Spencer again, watching how she leaned in a bit closer to Xavier and faked a laugh at something he said. He couldn't do it anymore. Four years of this stupid game was enough.

"I'm gonna go," he said.

He stood up and walked through the room. As he came close to her table, those crystal green eyes met his and he stopped right next to her. He leaned down so they were face to face, taking in those beautiful eyes that he adored, not caring about her seeing the tears in his own.

"I'm done," he said.

He straightened up and walked out of the room. He went straight to the elevator and rode up to his floor. He had barely made it inside his room before his phone went off and Roman's name came up on the screen.

"What?" He asked when he picked up.
"She just left. Spencer left right after you," Roman said.
"So?" Dean asked.
"In tears," Roman added. "She stormed out of there."
"Fuck!" Dean shouted. "Ask Nia what..."
"I already did," Roman cut him off. "Room 632."
"Thank you," Dean said.

He hung up while running out of his room. He took the stairs two at the time until he was two floors further up, running down the hallway, stopping in front of her door and pounding on it. She opened a few seconds later and looked at him surprised. She quickly reached a hand up to dry her eyes and he pushed his way inside before she could react.

"It's okay to cry," he said.
"I'm not crying because of you," she said.
"Then why?" He asked.

She turned around and walked further into the room. He looked at her bare feet and followed behind her. She had taken off her shoes but the dress was still on her. He moved close behind her and placed his hands on her hips.

"I cry too," he said. "Often, actually. Everytime we meet and everytime you leave."
"You're an idiot!" She hissed.
"I am," he said.

He spun her around so he could look at her. Those crystal green eyes so full of sorrow. She looked just as broken as he felt. He reached a hand up to push her hair away from her face and stroke her cheek.

"I want the truth," she said.
"I won't lie," he said.
"How many women did you cheat on me with? I know that bimbo wasn't the only one," she said.

He sighed deeply. He had always known this day would come. He had always wanted to talk about it but he knew it was going to hurt.

"Five," he said.
"Five?" She raised her voice.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away in anger. For so long he had wanted her to react, ever since the day she had caught him in bed with another girl, and now that he finally got it, it hurt him even more than he could have ever imagined.

"Why wasn't I enough for you?" She yelled.
"You were. You still are," he said.
"Fuck you!" She sneered.
"Sami and the other guys, they got into my head," he pointed at his temple. "And no, I'm not putting the blame on them because I still did what they told me I should do. I still chose to cheat because I was stupid and fucking insecure. I didn't think I deserved you so I hurt you and I hurt myself and not a day goes by where I don't regret it."

She stared at him, her eyes shooting daggers at him. He swallowed hard, waiting for her to say anything but she just continued to stare in silence.

"Say something, hedgehog," he pleaded.

The slap that landed on his cheek stung like hell. He had always known he deserved it but he didn't see it coming and it made him angry too.

"Why the fuck do you always call me that?" She shouted.
"Because hedgehogs are the cutest animal I've ever seen and you're the fucking cutest woman I've ever seen so I kinda figured it would be cute, alright?" He shouted back.
"So fucking cute!" She sneered.

Another slap to his cheek and he became more angry.

"Stop it!" He warned her.
"Yeah?" She shook her head a bit. "What are you gonna do about it, idiot?"

She slapped him again and again, both of her hands coming up to try and hit him. He grabbed both her wrists, pinned her hands behind her back and yanked her close.

"I fucking love you!" He shouted.
"That's your fucking problem!" She shouted.
"And yours!" He shouted.

He crashed his lips down on hers, let her wrists go and instead locked his arms around her waist so she couldn't get away. Her arms came around him too as she whimpered into the kiss and tried to pull him closer. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.

"I won't go away," he said. "If you wanna keep tormenting me for the rest of my life then I'll be your fucking slave but I'm done playing that stupid game with you. No more, Spencer. You wanna fuck around with whoever, I won't stop you. I'll be here waiting and you can break my heart again and again for as long as you want until you feel you're done punishing me for what I did to you. I can't stop loving you, hedgehog. I won't stop. You've always been the one for me."

She let out another whimper and reached up to grab his face with both her hands.

"If you ever do something like that again," she warned.
"I won't. I promise. I'll cut off my own balls with a rusty knife if I ever think about another woman," he said.
"You idiot!" She giggled. "I fucking love you too."

He kissed her again while backing her towards the bed. He stopped in front of it and pulled the dress over her head. She was wearing a white set of underwear underneath and he quickly got the bra off her as well before gently pushing her down on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and undressed to his boxers before joining her on the bed.

"Please, don't leave me tomorrow," he begged as he kissed her neck. "Please. I won't fuck up again."
"Dean!" She panted and tugged on his hair. "Baby! Fucking relax, okay?"
"You want me to relax right now?" He raised his head with a grin. "Seriously?"
"Okay, I get your point. Fuck me and then relax," she laughed.
"With pleasure," he said.

He pushed himself down her body, hooked her panties and slid them down her legs. He kissed up her thighs, keeping his eyes locked with her crystal green ones that now shone of lust, until he reached his goal. Her eyes closed the second his tongue ran over her clit. Just like they always did, just like he knew they would. He hummed with satisfaction as he continued his quest, letting his tongue run wildly over her again and again until he finally had her crying out in pleasure.

He pushed himself out of bed while she laid there pure blissful to look at. She had opened her eyes again and she smiled at him while he got out of his boxers. He was fast between her legs again, pushing into her right away, enjoying the moans he drew from her tempting mouth.

"I've always loved you," he panted between his thrusts. "Always."
"Dean!" She cried out a second time.

He continued the pace through her second orgasm, feeling her almost rip him apart as he came too. He collapsed down on her, his lips connecting with her neck again while his fingers toyed with her curls.

"I won't leave you tomorrow," she said. "Or any day after that."

Roman and Dean had arrived to breakfast first next morning. Roman had just put down his coffee cup when Seth elbowed him and nodded towards the door. A smiling Dean came walking in with his fingers interlocked with Spencer's. They walked over to the table and sat down.

"So?" Seth smirked.
"I don't think you were formally introduced," Dean said. "Spencer, meet my two best friends and brothers in arms Roman and Seth."
"A pleasure," Roman said.
"And guys," Dean smiled widely. "This is Spencer, my girlfriend."