A/N: Sorry for the long delay on this! Please enjoy!

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Lisa

Dean slides up next to the pretty brunette at the bar. "So," he says, leaning close, "what's a beautiful woman like you doing drinking alone?"

She snickers softly and gives him the once over. Despite the cheesy pickup line, he's definitely hot. Worn leather jacket, beat up jeans that fit just right, and a smile that surely had panties dropping all over the room.

"Does that line ever really work for you?"

The smile deepens. "Not so far, but I was hoping you'd be the first."

She laughs and gestures to the empty seat beside her. "Would you like to join me?"

He sits immediately and waves the bartender over. "Jack on the rocks," he says, "and another of whatever she's having."

"Thanks," she says, pulling the refreshed glass of red wine closer to her. Reaching out her hand, she continues, "My name's Lisa."

He takes her hand and shakes it. "Dean."

Conversation flows easily between them and grows more flirtatious as more alcohol is poured. Several hours pass before she looks at her watch and stands unsteadily. "I've gotta go," she says with a giggle. "I've got a class to teach in the morning."

"Really?" he replies. "What do you teach?

"Yoga," she says, as she digs in her purse for her wallet.

He touches her wrist, stopping her. "Don't worry about the drinks, I've got it."

She dips her head in thanks, watching as he stands and pulls out some cash, then bends over to grab his jacket. God, did he have a nice ass.

"So," he says, casually, "can I give you a ride home?"

"No, thanks, I live just down the street, I can walk."

A look of disappointment flashes across his face and something prompts her to say, "But you can walk me home if you want."

There's that smile again. Damn. And she's had enough to drink that she doesn't think she's going to be able to resist it this time.

They leave the bar and start down the street. The casual flirtation is still there, but the tension has risen a few notches. Their arms and hands brush as they walk, increasing the heat.

When they reach her door, she unlocks it then turns to face him. "Well," she says, a little nervously, "this is me."

"Ok," he says softly, his eyes gliding over her face before coming to rest on her lips. "I had a great time tonight. I'll be in town a few days, maybe I'll see you around."

She nods, hesitating about what to do next. He turns to walk away and she makes her decision. "Dean, wait," she says.

When he turns back, she steps up to him and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers for a scorching kiss.

He responds instantly, drifting his tongue over her bottom lip as his hands find her waist. Her lips part and her toes curl as his tongue slides against hers.

He tastes like whiskey and sin. Yeah, she's definitely not letting this one walk away.

After a long moment, she breaks the kiss and steps back. "You want to come in?" she asks breathlessly, body humming.

Flashing her a grin before he captures her mouth again, his hand skimming over her cheek and into her hair as they stumble backwards into her apartment. His reply is breathless, "Oh hell yeah..."

Up next: John!