Dean managed to get to work on time; a cocky grin on his face as he strode through the doors of the conference room where business people were slowly beginning to gather. He didn't miss even a second. Taking his usual seat, he allowed himself to let out a relieved sigh as he pulled a few files from his briefcase.
His thoughts wandered to Carmen; something wasn't right, the unpleasant feeling he had felt before was still lingering on him and he couldn't shake it. Her desire had been so strong and he hoped she wasn't too mad at him for leaving her unsatisfied. Wondering what the reason for her sudden desperation could be, Dean felt concern well up.
Was she alright?
It wasn't just about the satisfaction, he had known she needed to be close to him on a profound level more than she craved release, yet he had decided to go to work. And now he felt especially guilty for treating Carmen so bad and choosing work over her. But he had to, this was the most important meeting of the month. Any other time he would have skipped those boring excruciating gatherings where he had to listen to obese stuck-up elderly businessmen which always gave him a headache and stayed with his mate instead. God, he shouldn't have denied her wish. He had sensed something was different and he should have trusted that notion; Dean's thoughts kept torturing him as he imagined the worst.
All the people had taken their seats and the meeting started, forcing Dean to forget about his private life, fight down his panic and worry and switch to business mode. Everything was going according to plan, but about twenty minutes in there was a cautious knock at the door and his secretary stepped in shyly, squriming a little as everyone's gaze focused on her.
"Excuse me...I don't mean to disturb..." She stammered, looking over at Dean. "Mr Winchester, your wife's here. She needs to talk to you, it's very urgent."
Dean's mind was reeling. His...wife? Carmen was here? But Carmen would never call herself his wife...And she certainly would never appear just like that for no reason when she knew he was in a meeting...Was she mad and wanted to get back at him by making a scene at his workplace? Honestly, he doubted it. Carmen wasn't the type to do these kinds of things and would never display their private life in public just because she was pissed at him. She liked to keep private matters private. So this was a lot more serious then, maybe something terrible happened? An unpleasant chill ran up his spine, intensifying the anxiety.
Ignoring the unmistakably disapproving looks, Dean quickly got up and excused himself before proceeding to the door.
"I'm so sorry, Mr Winchester." His secretary said in panic once they had left the conference room. "I told her you were very busy, but she wouldn't listen. She got really upset."
Dean raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking down at her in disbelief as they walked to his office. His Carmen? His Carmen never lost her temper that easily. She was sensible, patient and barely raised her voice at strangers. In fact, she only ever yelled at him.
"It's okay." He reassured the young woman, smiling encouragingly at her."You did the right thing, I'll take care of it. Go back to work, please."
"Thank you." She whispered in relief, glad Dean Winchester hadn't fired her and she could keep her job.
Dean watched his secretary return to her desk and then turned around with a heavy sigh. He was concerned yet he couldn't help but feel angry. What the hell was she thinking? With mixed feelings, he walked into his office, keeping his fury at bay and trying his best to convince himself not to start a fight with Carmen.
"Carmen, I told you this was an important meeting. Why would you..." He broke off as soon as he stepped over the threshold; the surprised expression on his face turned quickly into a bitter smile and he snorted, shaking his head. "...barge in like that." He ended his sentence monotonously. Now everything made perfect sense.
"Olivia. I should've figured."
Olivia smiled brightly at him and hopped off his desk to approach him. "Hey baby. Miss me?" She asked sweetly and Dean's face hardened.
"Guess, I didn't make myself clear then." He said huskily, his voice vibrating with barely holden back anger. "I told you to stay away."
"You're playing hard to get, huh? It's adorable." She replied, ignoring his bad mood. "I needed to see you, I'm aching for you, Dean."
She was close now, only inches away from him. Her scent hit his senses, her breath swept hotly over his chest; he could feel it through the fabric of his shirt.
Olivia ran her hands slowly over his chest, looking up at him through her eyelashes and smiling dirtily when he didn't push her away.
"You still want me, Dean." She whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Dean tensed, swallowing hard. His body reacted automatically.
"The sex we had..." She let out a moan, closing her eyes in pleasure at the memory. "God, you know how to make me scream. And I know you loved it, too. We both want to repeat that, don't we? You want to fuck me again, right?"
"Olivia..." He started hoarsely and trailed off, too hypnotized to get more words out.
Her lips were almost touching his and Dean found himself powerless. Her aura was mesmerizing, clouding his senses and drawing him to her. He could feel the want, her scent was unbearably intense and Dean bet she was soaking wet by now. She was flawless, tempting and asking him to fuck her right there and then in his office.
Maybe he hadn't told Carmen the truth; maybe he still wanted Olivia. So help him God, those fucking delicious curves covered by that tight red dress were begging him to feel, her smooth skin was glowing from the heat that was spreading through her body.
He was already picturing himself bending her over his desk, pushing her dress up over her hips and...Dean lifted his hands and ran them down her sides slowly, feeling Olivia shudder at his touch."Yes, baby..." She breathed, her lips parting and her breathing becoming more erratic as she revelled in the sensation. "I've been waiting for so long to feel your hands on me again."
Dean let his hands wander to her ass, grasping it roughly and squeezing hard. Olivia let out a mewl when he grabbed her unexpectedly and pressed to his body, his aching length firmly against her stomach.
"You still want me, huh?" Dean asked, his voice husky, eyes glazed with desire."After all this time you're still not over me?"
"Oh Dean, how could I ever get over you?" She said quietly and started to run her fingers softly through his hair.
Now Dean was starting to feel an unease; Carmen always did that after sex when they were lying in bed, her caress was incomparable. Yes, Olivia was fucking hot and every vampire would kill to own her just for one night. But Dean had Carmen now and she was the light of his life, his eternity. Next to her everything else faded to black. Even though it was nice to fantasize about it, he would never take the opportunity and fuck Olivia in his office; it would only leave him unsatisfied, empty and with an awfully bitter taste. He knew that because that was how he had felt every time he stayed away from home and had sex with a woman he picked up at a bar instead of going home to his mate. And Dean didn't have the desire to experience that again.
"You're perfect for me and I'm perfect for you, you're just too stubborn to admit it." Olivia continued, dragging him from his dark memory. "No one could ever replace me."
Olivia leaned in, wanting to kiss him. Her lips were close, almost brushing his. When he felt her mouth slightly touching his, he turned his head and pushed her away, freeing himself from her embrace.
Dean snapped.
New anger welled up in him, his demeanor changed in less than a second and he looked down at Olivia menacingly. The little desire that might have taken over him, disappeared instantly.
"Listen to me carefully." He growled, eyes narrowing and turning red, blazing hot with rage."I do not want to be with you, Olivia. I never wanted to be with you. Not threehundred years ago, and especially not now."
"Dean..." She whined in protest, but trailed off when he took a sudden step towards her, a cruel smile appearing on his face."Don't you get it? I only wanted sex from you." He continued, watching in satisfaction how her whole attitude changed at hearing his words. "And I've really enjoyed fucking you, I must admit. But it's over and you need to get on with your life, sweetheart. Do us both the favor."
Dean stepped away from her and walked around his desk, sitting down in his chair. "Hell, I can't complain at the moment. I got everything I need right now, every single need is being satisfied." He added with a sardonic smirk, looking over at Olivia who stood frozen in the middle of the room, and waited for her to explode.
But Olivia remained calm. She knew Dean was only trying to povoke her and decided to turn it around on him. Apparently, actions weren't getting her nowhere, seducing him hadn't worked. Again. So she had to get through to him more subtly. And hurt him, hurt him very bad.
She didn't say anything for a few minutes in order to spark his impatience. After all, Dean wasn't a very patient man.
"Carmen doesn't love you." She said quietly, not looking at him. She took a few steps through the room, her back facing to Dean. She felt him tense in anticipation and smiled devilishly, but Dean couldn't see that.
He shifted in his seat, knowing what Olivia was about to say. Yet he couldn't gather the strength to get up and kick her out. He was glued to the spot, forced to listen to her.
"And you don't love her. I know you're having your doubts, Dean. I can feel it." Her voice was soft, almost soothing as she walked around in his office, careful to keep her eyes averted. "You're not the relationship type of guy, you need your freedom. A different woman in a different town every night, that's what you need. You're right, maybe I'm not your mate. But Carmen isn't the one for you, either. Because..." She turned around and finally looked at him, their eyes meeting. She smiled at him sadly."...you don't belong with anyone, Dean. Let's face it, you're a loner. And don't deserve to be with someone. You're meant to suffer through eternity all by yourself, lonely and miserable while everyone around settles down and exists happily ever after. I'm just curious to see how long you'll be able to keep this facade up, you know?"
Dean looked at her, calm and emotionless, not even blinking. But Olivia wasn't ready to give up yet. He was an expert of keeping his feelings unrevealed and locked up, so who knew what kind of storm was brewing inside of him. Olivia chuckled and walked over to him, stepping behind his chair. She placed her hands onto his shoulders, letting them slip down his chest as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Carmen belongs to someone else and you know it. You don't deserve her. One day another vampire will show up and take her away from you."
Dean didn't move. He refused to react in any way, but Olivia didn't let herself be discouraged by that. "Your bond is weak, it's so obvious. It won't take long and it will disappear completely, decompose right before your eyes and you won't be able to stop it." She taunted and finally got Dean's attention.
"Are you done?" He barked, but Olivia only chuckled and wrapped her arms tighter around him.
"Hell, you're already not believing in your love, Dean. You may have claimed her, but you never married her. You don't want her to be attached to you, don't want your bond to be unbreakable. Why?" She demanded, spitting out the word.
Dean closed his eyes for a few seconds and Olivia smiled triumphantly, knowing she had finally broken him. But then she heard him laugh. A cold, sinister laugh. She let go of him and stepped away in shock, frowning.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Dean said gruffly, cold eyes focusing on her. "I could kill you in the blink of an eye and yet you're daring to manipulate me in such a pathetic way?" He stood up quickly, the swift movement causing the chair to fall over. Olivia jumped and slowly began to back away, but wasn't fast enough. Dean closed his hand around her neck and pushed her into the wall behind his desk, bringing his face close to hers. His grip was light, he wasn't applying any pressure, just the fact that he had pinned her was enough to frighten her. He could smell her fear, pouring out of every pore.
"You're forgetting one thing, sweetheart." He smiled, his gaze penetrating her and it made Olivia squirm, but not out of pleasure. She didn't dare to reply.
"I'm not the inexperienced little boy you've met threehundred years ago. Manipulation doesn't work on me." He drew his hand back, allowing Olivia to breathe again and though she didn't need it, she sucked in the fresh air desperately. Dean buttoned up his jacket, smiling contentedly.
"Excuse me now." He announced."I have a meeting to get back to. Feel free to see yourself out." His smile was warm, but his eyes weren't. Dean glanced at her one last time before walking out of his office, closing the door behind him as if nothing unusual had happened. He asked his secretary to instruct the security at the entrance not to let Olivia inside the building again and proceeded to the conference room, completely calm.
Olivia remained in his office, paralyzed. She was too shocked to comprehend what had just happened. Nothing seemed to work. How could she get him back? How?
It was happening again. Damn it, she shouldn't have let Dean go... Carmen felt it faintly, noticed the signs, yet she had hoped it wasn't all too serious. The slow all too familiar burning was growing faster and stronger with every passing hour and she knew she would soon be on edge if she didn't get some relief. Dean would be home soon and take care of her, she had to hold on for just a few more hours. Unfortunately, the thought wasn't all too comforting and didn't help her current state at all.
Carmen crossed her legs and shifted a little, forcing herself to ignore the hot pulsing between her thighs and concentrate on the article she was working on. It was impossible, she found herself unable to focus as the heat crept through her, filled her up.
She brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, fixing her pony tail and got up, an unexpected wave of lust hitting her. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the reactions of her body and walked to the cabinet in the living room. As she poured a glass of blood, Carmen noticed how worked up she already was as a slight quiver went through her. She sipped on the delicious A negative, hoping the blood would lessen the throbbing deep inside a little and returned to the kitchen, taking her seat at the counter again.
Now Carmen finally realized why she had felt the unbearable need to be with Dean that morning, to stay in bed with him and feel him close; the inexplicable urge had been more distinct than her usual desire and utterly painful, keeping a tight hold on her.
She had been hesitant to let him go, every fibre of her being was on fire, wanted him to stay. However, she decided not to listen to her feelings and think rationally; the sex could wait and she could hold on a little longer. Dean's work was more important and if she had made him stay, she would have been feeling guilty.
And now she was starting to regret her decision. Carmen was in heat and she needed her mate. Now.
But why was she so hot again? Carmen frowned in confusion, remembering the last time she was in the same situation and trying to come up with a pattern. She got nothing. It happened every now and then, it was always unexpected and never regular. Vampires were already very sex-driven, but some events seemed to ignite their libido even more, turning them into a mess of pure lust.
Carmen sighed, knowing it had been a while for her and that was why she got so surprised by the natural function of her own body. Two years, it had been two years since the last time she was in heat.
And Dean hadn't been there for her.
She didn't know where he had been, but she guessed he was fucking some skank in a dark nasty motel room that night. Carmen shuddered at the thought and closed her eyes, wiping out the memory of those couple of days. She remembered very well how pissed and hurt she was, because Dean was keeping his distance and not coming home. She had been going crazy from the lust that was eating her up and Dean wasn't available to please and satisfy her. And when she couldn't take it anymore, she had gone out and done something very horrible...Even now Carmen was still ashamed of how weak she had been; instead of suffering through the heat she had given in. And every single time she was disgusted with herself, felt dirty and ended up crying herself to sleep every night, tormented by the thought of having cheated on her mate.
Every encounter may have put out the fire inside of her, but the pain she had to endure after that was worse. Dean didn't know about any of that – at least she thought so - and Carmen felt awful, but refused to tell him. What difference would it make anyway? It would ease her mind, but only hurt him more.
He was with her again and this time he would come home and ease the pain. An exhilarating rush of excitement swept through her at the thought of him. Dean would be shocked once he got back and found out what was going on with her. And attack her immediately, throw her over his shoulder and drag her to the bedroom...If only Dean could get back on time to damp the worst heat, so she could get a little release before she had to leave for work. She didn't dare imagining what would happen if she had to go out while being in heat.
Carmen got up and started to pace the room, growing more and more nervous as time went by and still no signs of Dean. She needed him so bad. If he didn't show up soon, she would go insane.
Carmen thought of getting a quick release, just in case, but her own hand wouldn't be enough right now. God, where the hell was he? What was taking him so freakin' long?
And then she heard the engine of the Impala for a split-second before it died and Dean opening the front door, entering the house seconds later. She spun around. A goofy smile appeared on her face, seeing him standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
Dean rushed in, still angry because of the interruption during the meeting, but when he caught sight of Carmen he stopped.
"Carmen...?" He asked confused, sensing the electricity filling up the room and seeing her excitement, but still having no idea what this was all about.
"Dean..." Carmen whispered happily before running up to him and jumping into his arms.
A/N: Dean keeps resisting Olivia, but for how long? Will she be able to manipulate him and get under his skin after all? Stay tuned!
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