"Kitten, I need to ask a favor from you." The face she made when he made his request screamed 'what the hell?'. It made sense to him, because he never worded anything all polite like that.

"Sure thing, bunny." She offered a supportive smile and he sat beside her on the couch, taking her hands in his. "Everything alright, bunny?"

"Teach me how to play tennis?"

The request seemed simple enough, until he realized that it was a lot harder than it looked. There were so many rules and boundaries that he had to remember, not to mention that it was difficult to focus on a tiny yellow ball in the sun while it's eighty five degrees outside and his girlfriend, who he can barely keep his hands off of when she's wearing clothes that aren't form fitting, is in a skirt and it seemed like her legs went on forever.

"You know it's easier to hit the ball when you're actually watching the ball." Casey informed, and he could hear it in her tone that his lack of focus was frustrating her. He could relate, since he often had the same problems with her whenever he was teaching her new moves in the ring.

"I'm sorry, you just look so damn good in that skirt, and it's easier to look at your legs than try to watch the ball. Even with the visor, it's kinda hard to see against the sun." He reasoned as they both approached the net and she nodded.

"Well, let's switch sides then. Twenty more minutes and then we can go home and take a shower."

"Together?"

"If you can score two points against me." She had to call them points, as much as she hated it, because he didn't get the scoring system.

"And if I don't?" He asked with a raised brow and she smirked.

"I get twenty minutes of your undivided oral attention." He grinned at her so-called "punishment" and the fact that her smirk was so perfect.

"Wouldn't that technically be a reward for me, too?"

"I'm rewarding you for trying." She stated with a shrug.

"Can I add to my victory prize?"

"Sure."

"I get to fuck you with the skirt on before we shower." She shook her head, but grinned as she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

"You're on."

"Later on, I'll be on top of you." He teased and she laughed, bouncing the ball as she walked to the back of the court to serve.

"How the hell did you do it?" She asked and he shrugged, taking her tennis racket from her with a smug smirk as they left the athletics center they were playing at.

"I thrive in competitive circumstances when I have huge motivation." He explained, looking down at her. "Like a title, or my sexy girlfriend wearing nothing but that skirt while I take her from behind, making her scream my name into the mattress." She blushed at his further elaboration and he kissed her softly when they reached his car and he unlocked the doors, popping the trunk as well.

"You can't just drop them in there like that, Dean."

"Seriously?"

"That's how they get bent."

"Somebody is a little OCD when it comes to her tennis racket." Dean teased, smirking down at the much shorter brunette.

"I'm not OCD over my tennis racket. I just like them to be taken care of." She defended as they walked around to get in the car.

"For how much they cost, I understand." He agreed as he started the car, his seatbelt being an after thought until she reached over to do it for him. "Where would I be without you?"

"Probably dead."

"Eh." He shrugged, earning a punch in the shoulder from Casey, which made him chuckle. "I was kidding."