Kyla lounged on the couch and sighed--she'd been wondering why Sam and Bianca were hanging out more, but then Sam and her had a talk--about Dean. About how Dean liked her. About how Dean didn't want to screw anything up here, but still wanted to be able to have his fun. So Kyla had made up her mind--it was time.

Sam and Bianca had gone out to lunch together, and Dean was sleeping and he was so gorgeous, Kyla could only imagine what would happen. She got under the covers and she sat on him, leaning on him the way she had on the couch the other night. She giggled when he turned them over and pinned her there, and opened his eyes.

"You can't sneak up on me." He whispered, kissing her.

"I wasn't trying to." She whispered back, returning his kiss.

Dean lowered his body against hers, running his nose along hers as she wrapped her arms around him, and smiled a little. It was slightly different to have her here like this, knowing what she did now, but it was good. She liked him as much as he liked her. It was different. She wasn't a conquest. Never was. She was his to hold and he was hers. It was even different from Cassie. Kyla knew all his secrets. All his quirks, and loved him for who he was.

"Can we do this my way?" Kyla asked.

Dean smirked. "Sure, Princess."

Kyla laughed and turned them over roughly, sitting on top of him.

"For starters, you don't get to call me Princess." She said, and started to unbutton her shirt, pinning his hands down above his head when he reached up to help. "Secondly, you get to not do anything for a little while."

"Yeah, fine." He told her, liking this little game.

To create the illusion that he didn't care, he put his hands behind his head, and smirked at her as she opened her shirt and he saw that she was prepared--just the kind of lingerie he liked too.

"I think I could get used to not having to do anything." He said, daring her to continue.

She laughed, and kissed him gently, her hands going into his hair, tugging softly to ease his head back a little, sliding her tongue into his mouth, deepening their kiss. He returned it happily, and she let him rest his hands on her waist, his thumbs stroking her bare skin, just enjoying him--the taste and feel of him.

He pulled her a little closer, and she smiled, biting his lower lip, which made him moan. Then her lips traveled to his neck and she nibbled there for a little while, once again pinning his hands to the bed as they began to travel up her body.

"Silly, boy." She whispered, her tongue sliding along his skin, teasing his belly button for a moment before she slowly kissed his body back up to his neck, biting his earlobe softly. "This is my game."

"I want to play too." He told her, his hazel eyes boring into hers as she looked at him and she smirked.

"You'll get to, but first I want to play with you." She said, and he smirked more at her comment.

"I'm only letting you play with me, Princess." He whispered, and turned them over, their legs entwined and she laughed.

"I guess it's your turn." She told him.

He nodded. "I'd say so."

He ran his fingers down to her pant line and slowly ran his finger under the waistband, smiling as she put her hands behind her head, closing her eyes and biting her lip in pleasure. She wanted him to feel like he was in control, when they both knew she was. Even at this point, both of them feeling very much in the mood, if she said 'no', it would mean 'no'. Slipping her shorts off, he chuckled and leaned down so his lips brushed across hers as he spoke.

"Wanna hear my rules?" He asked.

Kyla giggled. "Sure, Romeo."

She opened her eyes and Dean smiled, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"I get to do whatever I want. That's the rules." He told her.

"And me?" She asked, daring him with her eyes.

He smiled. "You get to enjoy it."

Kyla propped herself up on her elbows and kissed him as he was caught off guard by her movement.

"I promise to enjoy nothing unless you enjoy it too." She whispered, tossing her button-up shirt aside, and sliding off his boxers.

Kissing her again, he slid off her underwear, and they became one, both returning their passion with the same intensity as the other. Time felt slowed, and every moment mimicked their love for the other, and they knew this was something new, different, and wonderful. Both were warm and content, especially after the pain subsided.

Afterwards, they lay on their sides, limbs entangled, and lips together. Both were smiling a little, and Kyla traced a nail mark she had made on Dean's back, pulling away a little and nuzzling his nose with hers.

"Sorry for the marks." She whispered giggling a little cause she found it funny.

Dean chuckled too. "Trust me, I really don't mind."

"Shower with me." Kyla said.

Dean pondered it. "I dunno..."

"That wasn't a suggestion." Kyla smirked, leaning in a little. "That was an order."

Dean smirked too. "Whatever you say, Princess."