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The Date
Chapter 3
Freaking out. Leah was absolutely and completely freaking out.
Not only did she look like a poodle, but she was wearing a dress. That was pink.
Since she hadn't been on a date in years, she had called Emily and Kim for help. And behind all of that shyness, Kim was a super girly girl. She had even scared Leah a bit.
When they were done curling every bit of her hair and forcing her into a dress—the two were surprisingly strong for human females--they left. Leah had let out a scream when she saw herself.
Now, Leah paced around her room, totally freaking. She had called Alicia, who was oh-so-conveniently at Embry's, as a reinforcement. She was the fashion extraordinaire. Plus, she knew what her brother liked.
Alicia showed up in her room five minutes later.
"Whoa," she said, her eyes widening.
"Just help me." Leah sighed pathetically.
Alicia grinned and sat Leah down in front of her mirror. She re-straightened her hair, only leaving a few curls at the bottom. She did her makeup lightly; just mascara and lip gloss; Leah had naturally pretty skin that didn't need covering up, Alicia had explained.
Tutting at the ghastly dress, Alicia threw Leah a pair of jeans, tight and dark, and a simple white v-neck shirt that showed off just enough cleavage to make Dean drool.
When they were done, Leah looked at herself in the mirror. She looked different, more feminine.
"Dean likes his girls all natural. Nothing fake about 'em." Alicia said softly as she stood on the bed, hugging Leah from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder.
The doorbell rang downstairs.
"Got get him, Niña."
Leah nervously walked down the stairs after slipping on a pair of black flats. Her eyes widened in horror. Standing there was Dean AND Seth, who was giving him the typical brother speech consisting of, " You hurt her, I hurt you."
Leah cut in, "Seth. I think I can take it from here."
The two looked up, Dean smiling at the female werewolf. Seth nodded and trudged upstairs.
"Ready?" Dean asked, his eyes trailing down her body and then back up to her face.
Nodding, a smirking Leah walked out the door with Dean on her heals to his black Mustang. Leah hopped in the passenger's seat, Dean in the driver's. He pealed out of the driveway and down the unpaved roads. Leah took the time to examine him. He wore jeans with a black shirt. It clung to his every muscle. She silently thanked football.
"Where are we going?" she asked, mentally wiping the drool from her chin.
"A diner my family always went to when I was growing up, if that's okay with you?"
She nodded and smiled. It was weird for her. Before Dean came into the picture, she never smiled. At least not out of happiness.
The talked on the way there, which Leah figured out that the diner was in Seattle. He told her his childhood stories. She found out him and Alicia were very close, especially after their father took off a few years ago. Apparently they had to keep their mother's thoughts off of their dad and had to help around the bar and house a lot more than usual. Dean said he even almost had to quit football, because being the man of the house was more important at the time. They were undeniably overjoyed when Gemma, their mother, found another man, Marc, who was good to her and them. After they married, everything progressed slowly again.
They reached the diner and the two made their way inside. They sat at a booth with cheery red seats. It was a cozy place, 50's themed.
A plump little women in a uniform greeted Dean like he was family. He introduced Leah as a "friend" and the lady raised an eyebrow at him. She smiled brightly, her red hair shining with light. She introduced herself as Vana. Leah liked the woman; she talked to her like family. She didn't even seem intimidated by Leah's looks.
The two ordered, Leah ordering less than she normally would have. She silently cursed herself for not eating anything before she left. Stupid werewolf appetite. Really, she wanted to make the guy fall in love with her, not be totally repulsed.
They talked about simple things before and while they ate. Leah wondered if he was going to bring up the Jay thing. He never did. After, he paid for both meals. Leah thanked him. Chivalry wasn't dead after all.
"Hey, let's go for a walk." He suggested, standing.
Leah nodded, "Sure okay." She stood, following him out of the diner. The two walked down the street, arms brushing. Tingles shot up Leah's arm.
"So," Dean broke the silence, "Who was that jerk last night?"
Leah slowly inhaled and exhaled.
"A…old friend."
Snorting, Dean rolled his eyes. "Old friend my ass. Really, who was he?"
Staring ahead, Leah started telling her story.
"I went out with Sam Uley in high school. We were high school sweethearts I guess. Until one day my cousin, Emily came down from the Makah reservation to visit. Sam showed up when she was over. Sam took one look at her and it was like love at first sight. He left me for her in a heartbeat."
"Bastard." Dean growled.
"Yeah, except Emily didn't want him. She hated him for breaking my heart, but he wouldn't leave her alone. She finally accepted his love after she was…mauled by a bear. He would gladly throw himself in front of a bus or off a cliff just to make her pain go away. They're now engaged."
Leah took a breath before continuing.
"I met Jay a little after Sam and Emily started dating. By then I was already a mess. I barely talked to anyone and when I did I was bitter and bitchy. Jay introduced me to the world of drugs and alcohol. I started depending on him for everything. He gave me the drugs and alcohol, I have him sex. It didn't really matter to me what I did, as long as the pain stayed away. I kept this up for almost a year until Sam found out. My dad had just died of a heart attack. It hurt a lot. HE was the only person I could depend on to love me." Her voice broke in the last word. She took a second to calm her emotions.
"Sam approached me at my father's funeral. He told what I was doing was childish and that it was going to stop. I told him to go fuck himself, but he had people watching me everywhere I went. People as in Jacob, Embry, and all of Sam's other 'friends'. If I tried to do one thing, they'd throw me over their shoulder and carry me home. I got no privacy after that. I was pretty much forced to hang out with them. It killed me to see Sam and Emily together. I really became the bitter harpy bitch. Eventually, I stared hanging out with just Jacob and my brother. Us three broke apart from Sam's group, thank God. Those two kind of saved me."
Leah finished and finally looked over at Dean. His expression was soft, his grey orbs looking at her not with pity but with adoration.
"For the record, I don't think you're a bitch."
Leah smiled, blushing. She looked ahead again, noticing they had walked in a circle and were back in front of the diner. He took her hand and led her to the car, opening the door for her, then moving around the car and hopping in the driver's side. He peeled down the streets of the city.
"Hey, you want to come back to my house to hang or something? Nobody's home and it gets pretty boring there by myself." Dean asked.
Leah heart fluttered, "Sure."
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"Dean, you really need to get your eyes checked. It's clear on the screen that the Packers are so much more coordinated."
"Don't be stupid, Clearwater. The Bears have much better players. I mean, look at Greenbay's quarterback. He can't pass the ball for his life."
Sitting on the bed in Dean's room, Leah's feet were sprawled out on Dean's lap. It was almost midnight on the night of the date and the two were watching an old rerun of a Greenbay Packers vs. Chicago Bears football game. It was a tie, 34 to 34. And of course, the two were fans of opposing teams. For the last hour of the game, they argued constantly about which teams was going to win. It was the fourth quarter with 9.4 seconds left on the clock.
"Packers."
"Bears."
"Packers."
"Bears."
"Bears."
"Packers."
"Ha! See! Packers are better! They're going to win." Leah smirked. Dean just rolled his eyes.
The Packers had just made a touchdown. It was up to the kicker to make the field goal to win. The kicker ran to the ball, kicking it with much force. It went soaring straight through the goal post and into the net.
Leah jumped up on the bed, grinning. "Yes! In your face, Blondie!"
Eyebrows raised, Dean launched himself at her, tackling her onto her back on the bed. He landed on top of her and strattled her waist. He started tickling her.
"Is it funny now, Clearwater?"
Erupting into uncontrollable laughter, Leah tired to push him off of her. Dean noticed and ceased his tickling. He grabbed her arms and held them over her head.
"Admit the Bears are better." Dean ordered, peering down at her.
"Never." Leah said softly.
And then in one swift motion, his lips were on hers. Surprised by the kiss, Leah didn't respond right away. Mistaking this for hesitation, Dean went to pull away. Leah felt this and put her hand on the back of his head, holding his there. She kissed back fiercely, her fingers tangling in his platinum locks. Dean's callused hands moved up to her face, gripping her chin softly and pulling down on it. Her mouth opened willingly, letting his tongue slip in and connect with hers. Dean's right hand cupped her cheek, stroking it softly. His left ran up her side under her shirt. Untangling her fingers form his hair, Leah lifted the nice fitting shirt over his head and trailed her hands up and down his well developed chest. Dean let out a deep moan. Leah's shirt soon followed his onto the floor. They eventually had to pull away for air, though his lips immediately went to her neck. When his hands started unbuttoning her jeans, Leah spoke.
"Dean, I'm not the one night stand type of girl anymore." she said quietly.
Lifting his head, Dean smiled softly down at her.
"Me neither, querida. Who said this was just a one night thing?"
Grinning, Leah crashed her lips into his once again. The rest of their clothes fell to the floor and the two fell into a hot tangle of limbs. The house was silent except for the pleasurable noised coming from the couple and the new football game that had come onto the television.
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A russet colored hand flung around and smacked something hard.
"Ow! Well good morning to you too, querida." A deep voice sounded.
Leah's eyes snapped open, realizing she had smacked her incredibly hott imprint on the chest.
"Mmm…what time is it?"
"7:30," Dean replied, looking over at the little black alarm clock on the night stand.
Leah groaned in reply, closing her eyes again.
"Hey, your cell's beeping. I think you have a message."
This awoke her fully. She snapped her eyes back open and reached over the naked boy to get her phone which was on the night stand. Flipping it open, she saw she had eleven messages; two from her mother, four from Jacob, and five from Seth.
"Damn it. I have to go." She sighed, running a hand through her bed head hair.
"You need a ride?" he asked, sitting up.
She considered it for a moment before shaking her head.
"Nahh, Jake's already on his way." She lied.
Dean, looking mildly disappointed, watched as she stood up and dressed. When finished, she leant over the bed and kissed his lips softly.
"Call me?" she asked.
"Sure, Clearwater."
And with that, Leah walked out of the house. She immediately ran to the forest behind the house and stripped. She tied her clothes to her leg, phased, and started running toward La Push. She was thankful for no one else having been phased, not wanting to share her thoughts about the night befores events with anyone.
She did have to admit, though. It was by far the best sex of her life. The receiver really knew how to use those hands. And mouth. Sam never was very satisfying in bed, being too soft, and Jay was always so rough.
Dean was a nice combination of the two.
Leah reached the woods just by her house. She phased back to human, slipping on her clothes. She cursed out loud. The clothes were the same ones she had been wearing the night before. She really hoped no one was home.
She walked up the front steps to her house and slipped inside the door. She looked up and was met by the sight of a room full of large men and a red head.
"Leah you slut!" Alicia grinned.
Oh shit.