Keep On Loving You

"I wish you never had to leave." I sigh, my head rested on Ethan's chest.

"Me too" Ethan kisses the top of my head as we lay on the sofa, "We could just stay here, you and me and this couch."

"Well I don't know about that." I smile cleverly, looking up to his confused face, "What about my bed?"

"Funny." He laughs, tightening his grip around my waist.

"I thought so." I say cheekily, moving up so I am hovering over his lips "We would defiantly need the bed."

"Oh yeah" He nods before I crash my lips onto his with a smile. Our mouths form a smooth pace as he wraps his arms snuggly around my waist. My hands go to the nape of his neck, working my fingers through his hair. I kiss his lips hungrily and playfully as our hips make a soft rhythm.

"So about that bed…" He smiles out of breath, our noses grazing.

"Yeah, but what time is it?" I ask, beginning to trail kisses down to his neck. He lifts his arm up behind my head to check his watch.

"Almost 4:45."

"Crap." I mutter, lifting myself up and checking the watch myself to make sure.

"What?"

"Sam and Dean are gonna be home at five." I sigh, sitting back between his legs. It has been three days since the party and Ethan and I have been sneaking all over the house to get privacy. Luckily they had to go grocery shopping today because all that the refrigerator contained was a six pack of beer and a carton of milk with a questionable expiration date.

"Well that gives us fifteen minutes." He smirks, pulling me down on top of him.

"Oh yeah?" I pull away laughing, "And if they come early do you wanna explain to them that you now have my virginity?"

"Good point."

"That's what I thought." I laugh, bringing my lips back onto his. I open my mouth to give him entrance which he gladly takes. I massage his tongue with mine as his hands travel down to the back pockets of my jeans. Running my hands strongly through his hair, I nibble on his bottom lip.

"I told you to get the milk!" I hear Sam yell as the door opens. Ethan and I immediately jump up off the couch before Sam and Dean appear in the living room.

"And I told you I forgot. Get over it!" Dean rolls his eyes, before they see Ethan and me standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

My arms are crossed over my chest uneasily as Ethan and I try to look inconspicuous, which is difficult considering Ethan and I are both panting heavily, our clothes and hair messy.

"What's going on guys?" Sam looks back and forth between Ethan and me, sensing something unusual.

"Oh...Ah…" I ponder out of breath. Come up with something, anything, "I was just teaching Ethan some sparing techniques, right E?" I give him a very suggestive nod.

"Right, yeah. She was kicking my ass." He says, and we both let out a very forced laugh, letting it die down once we notice they are looking at us like we have six heads.

"Okay." Dean replies skeptically with a close eye on both of us.

"We'll get the rest of the groceries." I offer, looking for any reason to get out of their eye sight "Come on Ethan." I mutter grabbing Ethan's wrist and pulling him out of the room, ignoring Dean and Sam's eye line.

"Take off those sunglasses! You look like an idiot!" Charlie tells me, pushing the hood from the sweatshirt down off my head and removing my sunglasses as we wait in line.

"Hey!" I snatch the glasses back, "Someone could see me."

"So what? You're at a pharmacy. It's not like they know what you're getting."

I sigh, relaxing my stance slightly, "I know. It's just…it's weird getting something so personal somewhere so public."

"Well get over it." She says teasingly, "You're gonna be glad you got this. Trust me."

I look at her skeptically, but when they call me name I give a queasy smile before walking up to the counter and hoping no one I know walks by.

After my prescription is filled and they hand me the birth control pills, Charlie brings me back to the house. She isn't able to stay because she has a date but I was just beyond grateful she brought me to the pharmacy.

I was nervous about leaving Ethan alone with Sam and Dean but once I get back I am surprised to find them lounging on the couch and watching a sports game.

"Aw, Come on!" Dean and Ethan yell frustrated, throwing there hands up in the air. Sam is aggravate, but not as much so as Dean and Ethan.

"Hey Boys!" I interrupt their game with a worn-out smile, "Do you want to help start dinner?"

Dean takes a drink of his beer as he mutters, "It's like you don't know me at all." while keeping his eyes on the TV.

Sam stands up and walks towards me, "I'll help."

"Thank you." I smile grateful before turning and walking with him to the kitchen. Once we enter the kitchen Sam begins to go through the fridge.

"What do ya feel like? We've got chicken and…chicken." He chuckles.

"Chicken sounds good." I laugh, keeping my purse close to my side as I back up towards the bathroom, "I'll be right back. I've got to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, I'll just get started." He replies, busy reading the directions on a bag of frozen green beans.

I smile before turning around and opening the door to the bathroom. After I enter and close it behind me I walk over to the sink, taking out the paper pharmacy bag from my purse. Once removing its contents I pop the first pill out of the pack before placing in my mouth and turning on the faucet. I make my hands into a cup and fill it with water, then bring the cup to my lips. I swallow the pill and wipe away the water on my lips with the back of my hand.

Looking straight ahead into the mirror I can't help but notice how different I look. And it isn't my hair or my features, but my demeanor. I look happier, more independent. I never thought independence was something you could see physically change, but looking into the mirror I see that in the once scared and frightened little girl is now confident and poised.

"Be quiet! You're gonna wake em' up!" I laugh as Ethan accidentally knocks his knee into my dresser, sneaking into my dark room.

"Well maybe you could put a light on." He suggests, not thrilled at my soft giggles.

"What fun would that be?" I smile, reaching out for his hand as I kneel on my bed.

Ethan finally makes it to my bed and grabs my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine, "I'm glad you find me getting hurt so funny."

"Well what can I say?" I whisper bringing my lips close enough to his to feel his hot breath, "I like hearing you scream."

I am not surprised that he doesn't even respond before giving into the urge of my lips. I smile sexily into the kiss, loving how alive I feel as he lays us back down on the bed and runs his smooth hand up my thigh. He begins to make smooth kisses on my neck causing me to arch my neck, moaning as his lips travels down my collarbone and suck on my tender skin.

"Quiet." He whispers, moving back up to my neck, nibbling the soft skin. I bite my lip, to stop the cries of pleasure, but I can't help it. A loud cry escapes my lips, causing Ethan to place a hand over my mouth.

"You have to be quiet!" He whispers.

"Well then you have to stop doing that." I challenge out of breath.

"Jenny?"

Ethan and I freeze as we hear a groggy voice call from down the hall.

"Shit!" I whisper madly "Go! Get in the closet!" I yell, pushing Ethan off of me and out of my bed.

"What? Jenny…"

"Just get in the closet!" I grab one of my baggy band tees off the back of my bed, covering up my revealing lacey night shirt.

I lie back into bed, watching as Ethan scrunches down under my hanging clothes and closes the door to the closet.

"Jenny?" I hear a quieter but just as sleepy voice call from my doorway.

I turn in my bed before sitting up and running a hand over my eyes. I let out a yawn as I look at who is in the doorway.

"Dean? Is that you?" I make my voice sound innocent and tired like I was asleep.

"Yeah, are you okay? I thought I heard you crying."

He scuffles to the side of my bed, taking a seat on the edge.

"Oh well…" I try to remain my composure while searching for a cover, "My stomach is killing me. I think I'm getting a bug or something."

"Do you need anything? Some medicine or something?" He asks concerned as he places his hand on my forehead to check for a fever.

I really just want to get him out of my room, but if the pain is so bad that I was moaning I have to ask for some meds. So I put on my best pouty expression, "Can I have some Tylenol please?"

"Yeah. Sure thing kiddo." He smiles, ruffling my hair comfortingly as he gets up. "I'll be right back."

"Thanks." I offer wearily as he leaves the room. Once he is out of hearing distance I whisper to Ethan, "Stay in there. I'll get you when he leaves."

"You know this is really uncomfortable!" a bitter voice says from inside the closet.

"I'm so sorry. I'll try and hurry him up." I say apologetically, "Wait, be quiet!" I shush him as I hear Dean walking back down the hall.

"Hear ya go." Dean comes in and sits back down on the side of my bed, handing me the Tylenol and a small paper cup of water. I place the pills in my mouth and swallow with the water before handing the cup back to Dean and gently lying down on my side.

"Thanks Dean." I try my best to look like a tired and sick little child, sticking out my bottom lip slightly as I place a hand on my 'aching' stomach.

"You sure you're good? You don't need anything else?" He double checks protectively while pushing a chuck of my blonde hair out of my face.

"Yeah" I smile sleepily, "I just need some sleep."

"Okay." Dean stands up and places a small kiss on my forehead, "Goodnight, Jenny. I hope you feel better."

"Thanks Dean" I mutter, watching carefully as he walks out of the room.

Once he is out of sight and I hear his door close I collapse back on the bed with a sigh, "That was close."

"Ethan, you can come out now." I say in a hushed tone, no longer wearing the tired expression.

I sit up and take off the big shirt, watching as Ethan opens the closet door and uncurls from his scrunched up position on the floor.

"He didn't hear me did he?" He walks over to the bed, lying down next to me so we are facing each other.

"No you're good." I smile placing a soft kiss on his lips. It is soft and gentle as he runs a hand through my hair. The kiss becomes hungrier and he raises himself on top of me.

"We really shouldn't be doing this." I breathe between kisses, "What if Dean hears?"

Ethan pauses, looking at me cautiously, "Do you wanna stop?"

I look up into his blue irises that are looking down at me so deeply it makes my breath hitch in my throat, "Just keep it down." I order, grabbing his face in my hands and bringing it to my lips.

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"We've gotta tell them soon." I inform Ethan as I step back into my jeans.

"Why? I'm kinda enjoying sneaking around like this. It's so…"

"If you say romantic I'm so going to call you a girl." I threaten, placing my black wife beater over my head.

"Well it kinda of is." Ethan defends watching me get dressed, already back into his clothes.

"Well in my opinion…" I state, running a hand through my hair to tame the messiness, "Doing it on the bathroom floor next to my toilet isn't that romantic."

Ethan sighs, sitting down on the edge of the tub. "Look, I'm sorry okay. But I really don't see this news going over well."

He's right. I can't even imagine how mad they'd be at me, let alone Ethan.

"Don't be sorry."

I walk over to where he is sitting on the tub and take a seat on his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck, his around my waist.

"We don't have to tell them. Besides, sneaking around isn't that bad."

"Really?"

"Yea, I mean, I guess it is kinda romantic." I smirk, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Now let's get out there before they realize were gone."

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