"Hey! Is anybody here?" They didn't recognize the voice but they could say that the person asking was close. Renee started to panic; she didn't want anybody to see her there. She should have known better than to follow Dean somewhere where it was forbidden to enter. Renee looked around but of course there was nowhere to hide.
Dean sat quietly next to her for another few seconds and observed what she was doing. He was calm. He didn't feel they were in danger. The situation didn't even seem uncomfortable to him. But seeing Renee freaking out was funny. "Just stay here," he ordered her as he stood up. "I got this," he assured her smiling.
Renee hoped Dean would meet the person before he could notice here in there. But for feeling safe, she covered herself up with the blanket and waited, trying to hear what they were talking about. She was able to recognize only few words. She breathed heavily at first but did her best to calm down. That adrenaline rush was slowly disappearing. It made her feel warm; she didn't need the blanket anymore. When she put it aside, she noticed the bottle of wine, which was not open yet. Next to it were two glasses, which came in handy as the other two that they had used before were on the other side of the roof. She opened the bottle and poured the wine into both glasses. She then took a sip and, with the glass in her hand, continued waiting, now more relaxed.
It didn't take long. In a minute or two, Dean returned, in the same good mood that he had when he left. "Done," he acknowledged Renee of the success.
"Just like that?" she wondered. She knew Dean was a smooth talker but she worried he couldn't convince the guard, or whoever it was, to let them stay.
"Yep." He took the glass Renee handed him and joined her in drinking. When he sat down, he looked at her amused. "You're not a very good criminal," he noted.
"Well, I don't have much experience in that area."
"We can work on that," Dean said casually, then changed the topic. "Aren't you cold?" Only now he noticed the blanket lying next to her. His jacket was underneath it so there was a pile building up.
"No," she said at first but immediately she realized the cold was coming back, ready to attack her exposed body. "A little," she changed her response. She looked at the blanket and thought if it would be a good idea to cover up with it again but Dean came up with something different.
As she reached for the blanket, Dean showed her to sit in his lap. She happily accepted his offer and let him wrap his arms around her. There was no problem with her bare back anymore since Dean's chest served as a radiator. But her legs were still cold so Dean grabbed the blanket and put it over Renee. She smiled thankfully and leaned back. She reached for Dean's hands to get them underneath the cloth. Then she secured his arms to be wrapped around her as tightly as possible. Finally she was satisfied with the position they were in, and relaxed.
"This is nice," Renee murmured. She looked up at the stars. "I think I could comfortably sleep here."
"You can," Dean whispered into her ear to what she giggled.
"So you're saying that it'd be completely okay if we ended our date with just falling asleep?"
"Well, it's not what I'm saying, but I'd be fine with holding you in my arms all night. But I'm open to other suggestions," he let her know.
"Dean," she addressed him, adding some importance to her next words. "It's only our second date."
"So you're suggesting that we play it old school?"
"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm only reminding you of the facts."
Dean sighed. "You are so controversial right now. You say no, but do I need to remind you of your dress choice?" Dean tried to make a point. But he didn't sound disappointed. In fact; he didn't even seem surprised by her attitude. As if he was prepared and actually expected her to say something like that.
"It isn't what I was originally going to wear," she countered but it didn't help her win the fight.
"That doesn't matter. Look at the facts. You are here, in my arms, allowing me to feel your skin, resting your head on my shoulder, holding my hand. You know what I see? A girl who's fighting with her inner demons, trying hard to stay a good girl." Dean gave Renee a chance to say something in defense, but she kept quiet. She wasn't alarmed by Dean's accusations. It even seemed that she agreed with him, and if so, she made peace with her situation. "If you wanna keep it clean for now," Dean continued, "it's fine, I accept your decision. But remember, darling, I'm a tough competitor and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win. And," he whispered, "I will you drag you to the dark side with me." Renee trembled as Dean's deep, seductive voice reached her ear, but she tried to keep her cool. "Oh, and one more thing. I don't play by the rules."
Renee surprised him when she looked at him and there was no sign of intimidation in her eyes. "Let the game begin," she said confidently.
Dean accepted her challenge. He liked her attitude, too. It would be okay if she disagreed or protested. But the fact that she decided to play his game was even more appealing. He was so going to enjoy this, he thought to himself. But his master plan needed to wait a little longer. It was all right, though. It was perfect as it was at the moment. An intimate atmosphere, her closeness, and beautiful night sky above them. He knew he was doing it right and he would be soon rewarded for behaving himself now. So he just sat there for another couple of minutes in silence. It was comfortable and somewhat paralyzing. Her scent was filling his lungs and it was impossible to stop sniffing her hair and her neck. She had to put on some addictive perfume. He realized he was getting addicted to her, too. When she reached for her glass and unconsciously created a gap between their bodies, Dean automatically leaned forward to avoid being separated from her for too long. He kept his arm wrapped around her even when he was using the other one to hold the glass and drink. He wanted to feel the fabric of her dress on his skin. But he also wanted to feel her naked skin. Her naked body. He was craving for it, but he kept waiting. It wouldn't take much longer to get it, he believed.
When Renee's face crossed his sight, when he saw the sparkles in her eyes, and that beautiful smile, he realized how much he adored that woman. He never thought it would be so fulfilling to just be there with her. They didn't need to do anything, they didn't even need to talk or look at each other. The simple presence was enough. He smiled and then he kissed her cheek. On the one hand, the short, innocent kiss was satisfying. On the other hand, it was not enough. He was hungry for more than that.
But he didn't attempt to kiss her lips or any other part of that gorgeous body. He just whispered, casually enough, "It's getting late."
Those simple words, which seemed to have come out of nowhere, sufficed to grab her attention. She looked at him surprised. "What?"
"Maybe we should get going," he suggested.
"What . . . why?" she couldn't understand that sudden change.
"As I said, it's getting late."
"No, it's not," Renee mumbled. The truth was she had no idea what time it was but it seemed to her as if they only arrived there.
"Don't worry, this is not the end." he said with a smile on his face. It didn't calm her, though. "We can do this again." The tone that he was using to tell her that it was it seemed inadequate. How could he be saying it with such carelessness? As if it was no big deal.
"Wait. Is that it?" She was still confused and hoping that Dean was just joking. But it was becoming more apparent that the date was ending. But why? It was too soon. And no way it was late.
"Isn't it enough for now?" Dean asked.
"Um . . ." She didn't know what to say. He surprised her, and she certainly wasn't ready for it to end. "Is it because . . ." she was looking for an explanation, but Dean interrupted her.
"No. It was great. It's just that I might have a thing later."
"What do you mean?" she couldn't believe he would have made other plans for the same night that he asked her out. Who does that? That is so rude and inconsiderate. And why would he even tell her that he had to go somewhere else with who knows whom? Suddenly she felt she didn't want to be anywhere near him. Although she was still quite confused about what was happening, she felt betrayed. Dean could clearly see it, but he seemed to be okay with it. He even looked amused.
"What is so funny?" she asked angrily.
"Your reaction. Are you jealous?"
"No," she lied, and she didn't do it very well. She tried to calm down. "But seriously, do you have other plans for tonight?"
"Maybe." One glance at her assured him his answer wasn't sufficient. "It depends," he added.
"On what?"
"You," he said with all seriousness.
"That's blackmailing." Renee thought she knew exactly what Dean meant by saying it depended on her. She wasn't completely wrong in her assumption, but she was far from being right, too.
Dean just smiled. Looking at this from his perspective was amusing. Her anger wasn't threatening. He fully realized that everything he said made him look like a jerk, but if she knew his part of the story, she would completely change her attitude. At least he hoped so.
"Renee," he called her, and caressed her cheek. He was glad she let him. It seemed that he was going to say more, but instead he started kissing her neck. And then her ears. Soon, though, his lips were connected with hers in a passionate kiss. She seemed to have forgotten about her anger. The truth was, she realized she wasn't really mad at him, she just desperately wanted him to stay. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fully engaged in the kiss, which she was starting to control. She didn't want to let go, but Dean stopped her.
"Why does it seem to me that right now you'd be willing to give up your 'let's not do it on the second date' policy?" he joked.
At that point, she really was. She didn't admit it, but she didn't have to, either. It was clear to both of them. And deep inside, Renee wished Dean would encourage her to give away her moral beliefs and ask her to follow him into his room. Or they could do it on the rooftop. But she couldn't admit those desires. Dean couldn't win that easily. "Goodnight," she said, and it was the hardest thing she had to do.
"Goodnight, Renee." Dean kissed her and offered her to walk her into her room. He was surprisingly calm. He acted like he had everything under his control, but Renee doubted that could be true. She wondered how he could be satisfied with the situation. How could he keep his macho attitude when he didn't get what he wanted. Yet it wouldn't be difficult for him to get everything he desired. He was right before. She wore that dress for a reason. It was an invitation. She said those things of not being it a good idea to seal the deal on their second date, but the truth was that if he made the move, she wouldn't stop him. He had to be aware of that. That was why she couldn't understand his actions. She accepted them, although with difficulty, but deep inside she was disappointed.
What she didn't know was that it was all part of a bigger plan. And even though they called it a date, the night was still young.