Warning: Sexually explicit content ahead!

Dean POV

After my fight with Kaitlyn yesterday, I knew I needed to do something big if she was ever going to forgive me. That's why I got up early this morning. I need to get an early start if I'm going to do this thing correctly. I have a lot on my to-do list including a trip to a flower shop, Dionysus' Kitchen and, unfortunately, Rhodes' Tavern. I need to get my trip to Rhodes' Tavern out of the way first, considering that it's the place I want to be the least, but I have to go there and apologize to Cody in order to prove to Kaitlyn that I really am sorry. I'm not exactly expecting that they'll hire her back, but the fact that I will have apologized is the main goal of the visit.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I head downstairs so that I can be on my way into town. Before heading out a grab an apple really quickly from the kitchen. If all goes well, I'll be eating a big meal with Kaitlyn, so I don't want to eat too much. As I walk out of the kitchen and take a bite of my apple, a scent captures my attention. I look in the direction of the scent to find Sheamus walking down the staircase to the living room. I continue walking toward the door, hoping to everything that he doesn't want to talk to me, but, of course nothing can ever be so simple. As I'm walking out the door, Sheamus calls out to me. I want to ignore him because I know he's going to try my nerves, but I also don't want him to think that he's getting to me, so I turn around and give him my attention, looking him straight in the eye.

"Where you off to, lad," he asks me with a smug expression written on his face.

"Into town." I don't need to give him any more information than he really needs.

"To apologize to Katie no doubt." I don't like it when Sheamus uses Kaitlyn's nickname. That nickname is reserved for me and AJ only. Where does he come off using it? "I wouldn't bother, Dean. You did something absolutely unforgiveable yesterday, and after I spoke with her, she releases that she'll only be putting herself in danger if she stays with you." Alright, so there's a lot that he just said that pissed me off to no end, but the biggest thing that sticks out to me is that Sheamus spoke to Kaitlyn. When did that happen and what did he tell her that has her thinking that I'm dangerous to be around?

"What the hell are you talking about," I eye him suspiciously as I attempt to keep my temper in check.

"I went over to see Katie yesterday," he begins to explain as he walks closer to me. "We ate lunch and watched some TV together. It really cheered her up after getting fired, thanks to you." I don't know how, but I manage to keep calm. "I think being around a guy who treats her the way she's supposed to be treated got her thinking that you're just not good for her." My demeanor doesn't change, but, in my mind, I can see myself completely exploding and wailing on him the way I did with Cody.

"I guess I'll find out, then," I tell him simply, as I turn around and walk out the door, slamming it in his face. As badly as I want to punch him in his smug face, fighting and jumping to conclusions are the reasons why Kaitlyn is mad at me. The last thing I need is for Kaitlyn to find out that I had another fight over her, because I know that she'll find out eventually. Besides, I know that I'll get the whole story from Kaitlyn later.

I take a deep breath as I open the door to Rhodes' Tavern to prepare myself to face Cody and Dustin. I would really rather be doing this last, but it's better that I get it out of the way now.

I enter the pub. There aren't a lot of people here, but I wouldn't really expect there to. It's about ten in the morning, so I'd imagine that not a lot of people would want to visit a pub right now. I look around the room trying to find the two Rhodes brothers and spot the both of them behind the bar. Dustin is washing dishes as Cody is wiping down the bar. Ugh, Cody still looks like crap, although the swelling around his eye and cheek have gone down. Damn I feel horrible! He was planning on proposing to his girlfriend too. I know if I looked like that, I would put off my proposal. I probably ruined all his plans.

I take another deep breath before walking over to the bar and lean over it. Cody immediately greets me with a small smile on his face. It confuses me. Shouldn't he be mad at me? "Hey, you're Dean right? Kaitlyn's boyfriend." I don't know what's going on, but I decide to play along.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Listen man, I don't want you thinking that I want Kaitlyn back or anything." What does he mean? Is he referring to the beatdown I gave him yesterday? "She's a great, but I have a girlfriend, so you don't have to be uncomfortable about her working here." Huh? Dustin fired her yesterday, so what is he talking about?

"What do you mean?" He looks at me surprised and a little dumbfounded.

"Dude, you know that Kaitlyn called this morning and quit, right?" She quit? How could she quit when she was fired?

"No I didn't know that." I'm more than confused right now. "Did she mention why she quit?"

"She said that she didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable about her working for her ex." He pauses for a minute while I take in this newfound knowledge. So many thoughts are going through my head. Cody obviously doesn't remember me, or else he would be furious right now. It's possible that the beating I gave him caused amnesia, but even so, his brother should have filled him in. What could possibly be going on here? "Wait," Cody resumes speaking, "You mean to tell me that quitting wasn't your idea?"

"Well, at first I wanted her to quit" I answer him honestly, "but I let it go after a while."

"Wonder why she changed her mind then." Dustin then walks over to the two of us and jumps into the conversation.

"Hey Cody, who's this," Dustin asks his younger brother. This guy doesn't remember me either?

"This is Kaitlyn's boyfriend, Dean."

"Oh! So you're the reason Kaitlyn quit working here." Okay, this was the guy that fired Kaitlyn to begin with. Things are just getting more and more strange, but I continue to play along. I need to find out what happened.

"If it's any consolation," I start, "I didn't ask her to quit this time around."

"Yeah, well I can understand," Dustin responds. "I probably wouldn't be comfortable if my wife were working for her ex-boyfriend either." At least he gets it, but it doesn't explain why he doesn't seem to remember what occurred yesterday. I should dig a little deeper.

"Hey Cody," I ask, "not to be rude or anything, but what happened to your face?" Cody lets out a chuckle before answering.

"This is going to sound weird, but I have no idea. I remember running outside to ask Kaitlyn's opinion on the engagement ring I chose, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in the back room."

"What about you," I ask Dustin, "Do you know what happened?"

"Not really. I remember hearing a commotion outside, but then everything went black and I woke up in the back room." If Cody were the only one who didn't remember yesterday, I would have chalked it up to amnesia, but considering that Dustin doesn't remember either, I know that both of these guys have had their memories erased, and it doesn't take a genius to know who did it. Sheamus was around during the time of the fight, and from the conversation we had earlier, I'm guessing that one of the ways that he cheered Kaitlyn up was telling her that he erased these guys' memories. Now the real question is whether or not I should incriminate myself and apologize, or leave it alone.

"Well, whatever, happened to you, I'm sorry that it happened." I don't know if this really counts as an apology, but it's the best I can do without incriminating myself. After I tell Kaitlyn about this, if she wants me to make a real apology, I'll do that. In the meantime, this will have to do.

"Whatever man," Cody brushes it off. "My girlfriend still said yes, so it doesn't matter." I'm a little surprised that he still proposed despite looking like crap.

"Oh, well congratulations," I reply. Cody only nods with a wide smile on his face. I guess I've done all I need to do here. I should leave. I still have two more things that I need to do.

Kaitlyn POV

It's almost noon and I'm still laying in bed. I'm all alone in the house because AJ just left for work, so I don't have anyone to talk to right now. Since yesterday, my head in a complete fog and I have no idea what I'll be doing with myself now.

I don't know if quitting my job at Rhodes' Tavern was smart, but, maybe if I would have taken Dean's feelings more into account when he first told me that he was uncomfortable with me working for my ex, the fight wouldn't have happened. It just sucks because now, I don't have a job, and I need to find one quickly because, between the security deposit on this house, having to pay a fee to break my lease and all the moving expenses, I've barely got enough money for next month's rent.

My money and job situation isn't the only thing on my mind. There's also Dean. He's left me alone completely since yesterday. I was half expecting him to come to the house before sundown yesterday, or sunrise today, but he didn't show up during either of those times.

On one hand I'm saddened by it because I really want to see him, but on the other hand, what Sheamus said yesterday about me sounding like a battered woman is getting to me. I mean, am I in an abusive relationship? I know Dean gets jealous very easily, but he's never hurt me, or yelled at me, but then I can't help but think back to when we first met, and he attacked me. In my head, I try to keep in mind that he thought that I was the enemy at the time, but, at the same time, it sounds like an excuse to me. He jumped to the conclusion that I was the enemy, without knowing me, and attacked me. There's no excuse for that, but after that, he was… good to me. While it is true that he kidnapped me, when I found out that my ideals about sirens were nothing more than illusions, he was sweet to me, and he's been sweet to me ever since then. I just don't know what to think. I'm all types of confused and not talking to Dean isn't helping in the least.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear the doorbell ringing. I want to believe that it's Dean, but I know it's not. He would have just used his key. I let out a disappointed sigh as I get up from my very comfortable bed and answer the door.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the delivery woman at the front door greets me. "I have a delivery for Kaitlyn." A delivery for me? I'm not expecting anything.

"Um, I'm Kaitlyn." The woman has me sign a piece of paper before handing me a large flower arrangement of varied colored lilies, roses and, my personal favorite, daffodils. "Wait, but I didn't order these." The delivery woman looks down at her order forms.

"They're a gift from somebody named Dean." Dean ordered these for me? These are a beautiful and extremely thoughtful gift. It would have been better if he gave them to me himself, though. "That's all I have for you, today, ma'am. Enjoy the rest of your day." The woman then leaves the front door and heads back to her car. I go back inside the house, locking the door behind me and holding the large flower bouquet up to my nose. These smell heavenly and are absolutely breathtaking. I go into kitchen, where I prepare a vase with sugar water to put the flowers in. These are definitely going in my room. I don't want to share them with anybody. I know that I should probably think about this a little more and be more hesitant to accept Dean's gift, but, looking at these flowers, it's hard to be mad, although, it certainly won't stop the serious conversation that Dean and I will eventually have to have.

I go upstairs to my room and place the vase of flowers on my window shelf. I want to make sure that these flowers stay alive for as long as possible, so putting them in a place where they will get a lot of sun will help to elongate their lives.

"So you liked the flowers, huh," a scruffy voice from behind me suddenly enters the room, but I'm not nervous at all.

"You certainly have a way of sneaking up on people, Dean," I tell him. I hope he caught the double meaning behind my words.

"It has its ups and downs." I turn around to face him and notice that he's holding a plastic bag with the Dionysus' Kitchen logo on it. I'm secretly hoping that he brought me something.

There's kind of a long awkward pause as Dean and I try to avoid making eye contact with one another, while trying to articulate the many maelstrom of thoughts running through our minds. There's so much that I want to do and say. A part of me just wants to run into his arms and tell him that I forgive him, but another part of me, the stubborn, no nonsense, part of me wants to stay put until he makes a move, and, so far, that part of me is winning.

"Kaitlyn," Dean begins speaking after putting the bag on the lamp table by the door. "I know, that I have a lot to make up for." He takes a step toward me, but I remain still while watching his movements. "Yesterday, I was a completely jealous asshole." Well at least he's aware of that. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, and I, especially, should not have reacted the way did. I was wrong, and I'm really, really, sorry." I feel like I should say something, but I can't think of anything to say. "Um, you should know, I went to Rhodes' Tavern this morning." Oh no. "I went over to apologize to Cody and Dustin, but neither of them remembered what happened yesterday."

"Yeah, Sheamus told me that he erased their memories," I inform Dean. Only after I say it, do I realize that now probably isn't the best time to talk about Sheamus, but to my surprise, Dean remains level-headed.

"I figured that's what happened. Anyway, I didn't know how to apologize without incriminating myself, so I just told them that I was sorry for the condition of Cody's face."

"I don't know if that qualifies as an apology, but I understand why you framed it that way, and, honestly, the fact that you went over there with the intention to apologize is a big deal for you." I'm pretty sure that I'm coming across bitchy. I don't mean to, but I need to be stern with him. Dean needs to realize that what he did wasn't okay.

"Even so, I didn't feel like apologizing to Cody was going to be enough," Dean explains.

"Is that why you got me the flowers and food," I ask while pointing to the bag of food.

"Yes, but there's one more thing." I look at him queerly, waiting for an elaboration. "Yesterday, after you drove off, I went to Dionysus' Kitchen and asked if they were hiring." If he is saying what I think he's saying, I'm going to cry. "And then, today, Cody told me that you quit working at the pub, so I talked to the owner of the restaurant and he said that he'd hire you because you're one of his favorite customers." I put my hand over my mouth and nose and begin tearing up. He got me another job, working at my favorite restaurant.

"Dean," I say through light sniffs, "you really didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did. I really messed up yesterday, and I wanted to make it up to you." We get closer to one another and he takes me in his arms while I wrap my arms around his back and bury my face into his chest. The tears in my eyes gently flow down my cheeks and lightly stain his shirt. "Kaitlyn, don't cry." He strokes my hair gently, and I smile into his chest. He brings his hands from behind me to cup my face, and looks down at me, while bringing our lips closer to each other's slowly, as though he's unsure if he should be trying to kiss me right now. I don't stop him. I just let it happen. The anticipation is killing me as our lips finally meet and we melt into one another.

As much as I'm enjoying this, I still have to talk to him. I am beyond grateful for his apology, but it doesn't solve the larger problem at hand. I stop the kiss and push gingerly on his chest.

"Did I do something wrong," he asks me, completely unsure of himself. It's a little strange to see Dean so nervous. Usually he's so confident.

"No, but," I pause to gather my thoughts and put them into words. "Dean, I'm so grateful that you apologized and even got me those beautiful flowers and food and even the amazing job, but we still need to talk." He nods in understanding and I lead him to my bed so that we can sit down. "Dean, Sheamus was here yesterday." I pause to gauge his reaction, half expecting him to get mad, but he doesn't so I continue, "we had lunch together and watched a show, but then he said something that really mad me upset, and I threw him out." At hearing that I threw Sheamus out, Dean lets himself smirk, but quickly recovers.

"What did he say to you?" I hope Dean doesn't overreact to this.

"He said that you're dangerous, and questioned how long it would take for you to take your aggression out on me." I can see the anger building behind Dean's crystal blue eyes. I knew that this would make him upset.

"Do you believe him," Dean asks me in a serious tone. I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself for an argument.

"I don't want to."

"But?"

"But I keep thinking back to the very first time we met, and what you told me about what you did to Bayley." Dean looks down at his hands in thought.

"I'm not going to make excuses for myself, Katie. All I can tell you is that when I beat on Bayley, I was a totally different person, and I'm not like that any longer. I've apologized since then, Bayley has forgiven me, I haven't done anything like that since, and I never will." These are things that he's already told me, but I guess I needed to hear it again just for reassurance. "As for the first time we met," he continues, "it occurs to me that I never apologized for that. So, please know that I am very sorry. I thought you were an enemy because you admitted to being half siren, but still it's no excuse. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt and gotten to know you before thinking so poorly of you."

"Don't get me wrong, Dean. I understand your thought process at the time, and although it wasn't the best way for us to meet, I guess in the end it all worked out for the better."

"Then why did you let Sheamus get in your head?" That's a good question.

"I don't know," I reply honestly. "I guess I just needed reassurance that, you know, you actually have changed and that you wouldn't get physical with me. I mean, even the sex sometimes makes me think you'd be capable of it."

"What do you mean? You don't like rough sex?"

"It's not that I don't. It's just that… it's all the time. Every time we have sex, it's rough, and don't get me wrong, it's great, but it doesn't feel like we're making love." He cups my left cheek and lifts my head so that we're looking each other in the eyes.

"You could have just told me. Kaitlyn, I'm many things, but a mind reader isn't one of them." I can't help but giggle a little at the accuracy of his statement. "If you want me to be gentle, I can do that. You just have to let me know." I nod at him as she strokes my cheek with his thumb. "So then lets do this: I promise no more fighting and not to jump to conclusions, and you promise to tell me what you want."

"That sounds fair, but you really need to stick to this because I can't take the unnecessary fighting anymore, okay?" He moves his hand from my cheek to shoulder.

"Way to start making good on your promise, but I will." With that I lean into him and kiss his lips while moving myself to sit in his lap, placing my legs on either side of his and wrapping my arms around his neck. I run my fingers through his hair as he deepens our kiss and moves his hand up and down my back slowly. I missed this. It's only been a day, but I missed being around him. I love this wolf so much, and the fact that he's willing to change for me tells me that he loves me just as much.

I feel him turning us around, placing me on my back on the bed and hovering over me as his lips move down to my neck. He kisses it softly, and the feather-like caresses tickle my skin. "Katie," he whispers into my skin, "may I make love to you?" I'm a little surprised that he's actually asking, but I understand that he's trying not to be forceful and showing me that how gentle he can be.

"Please do," I tell him while I sneak my hands to the hem of his shirt and tug at it. I feel him smile into my skin before he sits up on his knees and takes off his shirt. I reach out to him, placing my hands on his abs before dragging them upward, slowly. I then cup his neck and pull him down to me. We kiss deeply and passionately, but slowly.

He begins to remove each article of my cloth gingerly, as though he's unwrapping a precious gift. He then lets me remove his clothes, and I have to say that I'm almost shaking in anticipation. Everything is moving so slowly, as though we're building up to something so explosive that we're afraid to reach it. Once the both of us are completely naked, Dean lays me back down on the bed and kisses down my body, but this is different from the other times that he's kissed me like this. Instead of focusing completely on my breasts, he pays special attention to every inch on my skin, spending an equal amount of time at every part of my body. He opens my legs and kisses down to my right ankle before he switches legs and kisses from my left ankle and up my thigh. When he reaches my inner thigh, inching closer to my pussy, he nibbles on my skin gently, eliciting a long low moan out of me. As I close my eyes and grab onto my breasts, I feel him place a small kiss on my pussy. He opens my legs wider and uses his fingers to separate my lower lips, exposing my pink opening to him. Then he dives in, eating me out slowly with careful deliberate strokes of his tongue.

I don't know how long he's been in between my legs, but I'm in total bliss. His careful movements are slowly pushing me over the edge, and every time I get closer to falling, he pulls back, denying me of what I'm sure was going to be a powerful orgasm. After pausing to ensure that I'm not close to my climax anymore, he starts licking me again. It's getting so hard to breath, and I want to cum so badly. He cautiously begins sucking on my clit and I gasp aloud. I bring my hands to his head and hold onto his hair gently. I need him to finish me off. I'm so sensitive and close, I need to cum.

"Dean, please," I beg him. "Please let me cum? Please!" I feel him penetrate me with two fingers, and he uses them to push on the front wall of my pussy, forcing my clit into his mouth even more. A mere second later, I explode, screaming his name as my orgasm rocks my entire body so much that Dean has to hold me down to keep me from jumping up off the bed.

I come down from my climax and tremble from the aftershocks, curling up into a ball as Dean holds me while remaining in between my legs. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck before moving to my lips. I smile into our kiss as my body stops trembling. We stop kissing for a moment and just look into one another's eyes, but something strange happens. Dean's expression changes and he leans his head into the crook of my neck before sighing. "What's wrong," I ask him.

"I don't have a condom, Katie." I can only smile.

"I have some in my dresser," I whisper in his ear. He lifts his head and looks at me again. A smirk makes its way across his face.

"Have I told you how beautifully intelligent you are?" I giggle at the comment. He just had to compliment me didn't he? Next thing I know, Dean is carrying me to my vanity dresser, and sits me on it so that I'm facing him with my legs wide open. "Which drawer are they in?"

"The first one, in the right hand corner." He searches for all of three seconds before he finds them and places a few on the dresser top next to me. He lifts my right leg and puts it on his shoulder before opening up the condom wrapper and slipping it on. He steps closer to me, placing the head of his thick cock at my entrance.

"Are you ready," he asks me. I look up at him with a smile on my face and nod in confirmation. With that, Dean slowly pushes himself into me.

"Oh," I gasp. He grabs on to my hips gently and pulls me toward him slowly. His slow and sensual penetration takes my breath away. Although he's wearing a condom, I can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his length slowly filling me. It feels like forever, but he finally fills me to the hilt. He's deeper than he's ever been. It's like the tip of his dick is touching the bottom of my cervix. Carefully, he begins his rhythmic thrusting, kissing my cervix while stimulating my whole pussy. "Oh my God!" His thrusts are deep and powerful, but so slow. It's like a glorious torture that's over-stimulating my very sensitive pussy. Not even a few seconds into this lovemaking session do I feel my walls clamping down on him really hard, but he continues his thrusts, keeping a slow and steady pace. He pumps into me through my orgasm and I feel so strange. I know that I'm hitting another climax, but I feel as though something is leaking out of me, as though I'm peeing.

"Whoa, Kaitlyn," I vaguely hear Dean say. "You're squirting." I'm surprised, but I'm too blissed out to react. "We should have been making love like this the entire time," he teases me. I smile in an attempt to laugh, but another climax racks my body and all I can do is remain silent as I feel myself cumming again. "You're squirting again, baby. Damn you're really enjoying this. You're squeezing me so hard." He moves his hand to cup the left side of my face, bringing me toward him as he lays an open-mouthed kiss on my lips. I welcome the kiss without hesitation as he continually thrusts into me, never changing his pace.

We stop kissing after a while when I feel another orgasm building inside me. "Dean, I'm cumming. I'm cumming again," I warn him.

"It's okay," he tells me through labored breaths. "Go ahead. I'm right behind you." I let myself go, squirting on him again as he thrusts into me three more times and stills himself inside me. I lean back on the mirror of my dresser as Dean rests his head between my breasts. "I love you, Kaitlyn. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dean." I kiss him on top of his head. "Can we eat after we take a shower," I ask him.

"I was thinking the same thing actually, and, after that, I've worked up quite the appetite."

Okay, so I am SUPER SORRY that it took me almost 2 weeks to update. I just got a job so I haven't really gotten the opportunity to update, but I'll be updating on my days off from now on.

Anyway, this is only part I of chapter 38. I hope you enjoyed it. Part II should be up either later tonight or sometime tomorrow.

I love you all and thank you to those who reviewed chapter 37!

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Love,

-J.