Dean spun his head around as soon as he heard it. That sweet and soft giggling had always gotten to him but now it meant so much more. They had just left their locker room, ready to go home, but as soon as he heard it, he knew he couldn't go with Roman and Seth. Apparently his two friends knew it too.

"You're not getting the car this time," Roman twisted a little smile. "Your turn to walk."
"It's fine. See you later," Dean said.
"And don't kidnap her," Roman added.
"Why would I do that?" Dean smirked.
"To piss off Bray," Seth chimed in.
"I can do that in many other ways. If I were to kidnap her, it would be for my and her own personal gain," Dean said.
"Whatever," Seth said. "See you later."

Dean turned around with a smile on his face that was aimed directly at her. She stood there, beautiful and angel-like as always, her hands behind her back and leaning up against a wall, just ready for the picking. He strode fast towards her, hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her with him around a corner where he quickly leaned in to kiss her while they still continued walking.

"I don't know what it is about you that makes me want to have more," he confessed as he pulled her into an empty room.
"I know what it is about you," she said.
"Enlighten me," he said.
"Your whole I-don't-give-a-fuck-attitude to begin with and the sweet man that hides behind that attitude. You got the best of both worlds, the anger and the softness, and you know just towards who you need to aim both things," she said.
"My anger sure goes towards people like Bray," he said.
"And on top of that you're sexy as hell," she said.
"Yeah?" He smirked.

He closed in on her, pulling her up against him and holding her tight.

"Sexy as hell, you say? I thought Bray made you all fear hell," he said.
"I'd rather burn than follow," she said.
"You're not a mindless sheep like the others, are you?" He asked.
"I like to think for myself," she answered.
"How the hell have you been able to survive 15 years with him? You're playing a dangerous game by going against him like that but you already know that, don't you?" He asked.

She just looked him in the eyes without giving him an answer. She didn't need to say it. He could see it written all over her face. She knew, she was scared, and still she didn't give in to Bray. He tightened his arms around her as he realized just how much fear she had to be living in on a daily basis. So much fucking fear and yet she was strong enough not to give up her state of mind, her last shreds of sanity, to that crazy man.

"God damn it, sweetheart, you make me go soft," he said lowly.
"You wanna lie down?" She asked.
"That might be a good idea," he answered.

He looked around, hoping it wasn't another room without nothing to use. His eyes landed on a mattress in the corner and he immetiately moved them both towards it.

"We're in luck," he said.

She pulled her dress off before lying down on the mattress and looking up at him. He shook his head and giggled a little.

"One of these days you gotta allow me to undress you," he said.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I find it sexy," his hands hooked her panties. "At least you leave the most important piece of clothing to me."

He dragged them down her legs, keeping his eyes on her as she followed his movements. His hands slowly slid up her inner thighs, pushing her legs apart.

"Will you do it again?" She asked.
"Do what?" He asked.
"What you did the first time. I really liked that," she answered.
"I swear that sometimes you're too sweet and innocent for this world," he laughed a little. "Stay with me for a while, sweetheart, and I'll have you use all the right dirty words in no time."

With that being said, he bowed his head to give her what she wanted. How he loved hearing her moan and feeling her body tremble under him as he pushed her over the edge. He lifted his head with a boyish grin before crawling up to kiss her.

"You wanna repay the favour?" He asked.
"Sure," she answered.

He pulled his shirt off before rolling down on his back. She sat up and started opening his jeans. As she started pulling them down along with his boxers, one question came to his mind.

"Have you done this before?" He asked.
"Several times. Some of the boys want it," she answered.
"And you like doing it," he asked.
"Sometimes I prefer it. If it's the ones I really don't like, at least I don't have their faces close to mine," she answered.
"Okay, you're not doing it," he said.

He started to sit up to reach for her but was surprised when she pushed him back down.

"Just let me, Dean," she gave him a reassuring smile. "I wanna do it to you. I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel. Just don't... you know..."
"Just don't what?" He asked.
"I don't like the taste," she answered.
"Don't cum in your mouth. Roger," he grinned and winked. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I have every intention of fucking you before cumming."

He wanted to say something more but his words abandoned him as she took him in her mouth. His voice was still there though, loud and clear, as he moaned out like never before. She sure had a natural talent for it. He enjoyed it for a couple of minutes before grabbing her hair and gently pulling her up.

"You're too good at that," he said. "Now come here."

He managed to grab under her arms and pull her up. Once again he found her lips while she worked on her own, placing her legs right on either side of him, reaching between them to get him inside her.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart," he breathed hard as she started riding him. "You've been keeping secrets."
"No, I haven't," she said.

He chuckled lowly by the look on her face. She didn't always understand what he meant. She was too innocent for this world, both his and Bray's world, and still she was caught in both of them. He reached his hands up to grab her head and pull her down for another kiss.

"You're too good for me," he mumbled.

His hands trailed down her back, down to her hips to hold on to her tightly while he started thrusting up into her. She tried to meet the fast pace he set but as his movements became more wild and violent, she gave up and just let him control it while she moaned out loudly and just enjoyed what he was doing.

"Too fucking good for me," he repeated in a whisper.

She tightened around him, crying out while her body tried to twist around in pleasure but he didn't allow her to squirm away from him. He quickly moved his arms over her back, locking her down on his chest while he continued to thrust up violently through her orgasm. She slowly stopped shaking but he continued his wild movements, finding his own release 30 seconds later.

"That was... that was..." She tried finding a word but came up with nothing.
"Yeah," he agreed.

He kept holding on to her and just enjoyed her lying there on top of him all sweaty and feeble, so fucking delicate that he was almost scared to break her if he let go of her. Her breathing slowly went back to normal and he moved one hand up her spine until he reached her hair and ran his fingers through it.

"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I think I finally understand what Cameron meant when she said you fucked the life out of her," she answered.
"How much were these women talking about me?" He laughed.

She raised her head just enough to catch his eyes and give him a little sideways smile.

"A whole lot," she said.
"And you listened in on everything?" He asked.
"Of course. It was rather interesting to hear that women could get something out of sex," she answered.

And there she was again, the little innocent angel that was too good for this bad world. He gently rolled her down on her side while moving over on his side as well so they could lie next to each other and look at each other.

"In a way I'm lucky," she continued. "Eva Marie went on and on about how she wanted to have you again but that she couldn't because you're never with the same woman twice. I've had you three times now. Or is it only two? Does last time count when we didn't actually have sex?"

He laughed again while moving a bit closer and pulling her leg over his. He ran his fingers up and down her thigh and she shivered a little from his touch.

"It counts," he assured her. "And I've been thinking about maybe changing that one time rule."
"Really?" She asked.
"Well, it's already happened so I might as well just continue," he said.
"So you're gonna give Eva Marie another go?" She asked.
"No, silly head," he pecked her lips. "You, Catelin. I'd like to continue with you."
"Why?" She asked.
"See, I've been asking myself that exact same thing and I can't come up with an answer. There's just something about you," he answered.

For a few seconds she just looked at him and blinked and then her lips curled up into a smile.

"I like being your something," she said.
"You got a weird way to put things sometimes," he chuckled.
"It sure beats being Bray's thing or any of those other men's thing," she said.

And just like that she had killed the moment without knowing it. His face turned angry and she felt the fear that she often felt around Bray.

"You're angry. I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go," she said.

She tried moving out of his arms but he just held on tighter and yanked her close up against him.

"I'm not angry with you," he tried making his voice as soft as possible through his anger. "I'm angry with Bray and his fucked up ways to treat you."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because it's not right. Because he doesn't get to treat you like that. No one does," he said.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Stop asking so many questions!" He growled irately. "Because you're fucking mine!"

He claimed her lips in a hard and heated kiss, taking away her ability to speak and question his final statement that had surprised himself just as much as it had surprised her. He felt an old friend wake up inside him, someone that usually was an enemy to anyone else crossing his path. The beast had been woken and it was ready to rip Bray to shreds.