A/N: Thanks once again to my wonderful Beta Rachel! Please R&R as I appreciate any/all feedback! Enjoy!

A/N: I wish, but I don't own any characters represented with the exception of Tessa, the rest belong to the genius who is Kripke!

Warning: Adult situations - M Rating to be safe!

He didn't return the kiss. Instead, he pulled gently back from her. She held her breath as he looked into her eyes. "Tessa." Everything he felt was in that one word; his uncertainty, his fear, his unspoken question as he looked into her eyes. She stood quickly, suddenly embarrassed and afraid that she had crossed a line from which she couldn't return. What was she thinking? Sam and Dean had always treated her like the little sister they never had. She tried to turn and leave but his hand reached out to hers before she could open the door.

She stood frozen, waiting, as he got up from the bed and closed the distance between them. She knew what was coming. Next would be the awkward conversation. "I'm sorry, I just don't think of you that way…" Maybe she could convince him that it meant nothing, she was only trying to comfort him. They could joke about it later; much later. Maybe. She schooled her expression in an attempt to remove all emotion from it, waiting for the inevitable.

"Tessa." She heard her name once again. Something inside her quivered just hearing it come from his mouth. She felt his hand cup her chin and slowly raise her head. Before she could start making excuses his mouth was on hers. This time there was no hesitation. This kiss held the heat that she had been feeling slowly build within her. Instinctively she parted her lips allowing his tongue access as she felt it glide across her bottom lip.

They moved back towards the bed. Step by step, never losing the contact of that kiss yet still managing to lose items of clothing on the way. As he pushed her gently back onto the bed she realized that they were touching skin to skin. His mouth moved from hers and began a trail of kisses to her neck. As he licked and bit gently on the tender skin below her ear a soft moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. His tongue traced the outline of her ear, his breath softly teasing. She was sure this was a dream when she heard him whisper, "I love you." She almost cried at the desperation she heard in those words. There was nothing else in that moment but Dean.

She was afraid to move, afraid to break this spell. If she died here, in this moment, she would die happy. Gentle hands were caressing her shoulders, fingers moving lightly to trace the curve of her breast. His lips followed the trail that his hands had made. As she felt his tongue lightly glide over her nipple she gasped, her back arched involuntarily.

She was becoming high on the sensory overload of his attentions. The warmth that spread from her chest to her core was unbearable. She wanted him; more than that, she needed him. There would be time enough for the rest later, for now all she could think was to have him in her, to erase the memories that caused him so much pain. She pulled gently on his soft hair and urged him to return to her mouth. Reluctantly he complied, mirroring the trail he had made on the other side of her body. When his lips once again locked on hers she thought she would drown in the taste of him.

The slow seduction of their kisses became more desperate; more frantic. Her nails raked down the smooth skin of his back, not quite hard enough to draw blood but there would definitely be marks later. Still he seemed hesitant to go that small bit further. He seemed to be afraid to allow himself to completely take what he wanted from her. She felt the battle that raged within him, she knew that she had to be the one to finish this. He would never allow himself to chance a misunderstanding that would hurt her.

She wrapped one leg around his hip and reached between them. She allowed her nails to scrape lightly down his chest and stomach as she reached for him. When she took him in her hand she felt the sharp intake of his breath. Gently she guided him to her entrance. Dean stopped; frozen above her he desperately looked into her eyes. "Please", she whispered as she pulled his head down to nip at his lower lip.

Certain of her intentions he slowly slid his hips forward. Taking her inch by inch; he savored each new sensation. When he could go no farther he paused. She couldn't stand the ceasing of his motion and arched up against him, hoping he would understand. At that moment, his eyes locked with hers leaving her breathless. He took the hint and began to pull back from her. A senseless moan escaped from her lips.

It was all too much. Neither of them was prepared for the onslaught of emotions that they were going through. His pace quickened and, in turn, her need intensified. Before she could form a conscious thought she felt herself slipping over the edge. Her grip on his hip tightened as her inner muscles contracted; it was his turn to moan. The feel of her orgasm combined with the pleasure that bordered on pain of her nails now digging into the taut skin of his arms was more than he could take. With one last thrust he felt the sweet release that came with his own orgasm.

What seemed like hours later, though she was sure it was only moments, she felt him withdraw and almost screamed at the emptiness. He reached to the foot of the bed and dragged a blanket up over the two of them. He pulled her gently towards him and wrapped her in his arms. She was enveloped in the safety that she had felt her whole life. She laid her head upon his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She had never been so content in her whole life.

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