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Chapter 4

Scarlett was bubbling with excitement as she talked animatedly to Dean while they walked back to the car. She was gripping his hand tightly and just spewing out her thoughts about the movie whilst he listened (or pretended to) patiently. She only fell silent once she was seated in the passenger's seat.

"So I take it you liked it?" He asked.

"I loved it!" She responded happily. He grinned at her and then reversed the car out of the parking.

"Are we going home?" Scarlett asked, turning to look out the window.

"Nah, we're going to grab something to eat first," he told her. Scarlett turned her attention back to him and gave him a confused look.

"What about Roman?"

"Scarlett, baby, you do realize we're on our first official date?" He asked her. Scarlett's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she clapped a hand to her mouth. In the three months that they had been together, they'd never officially gone out on a "date". It made sense, didn't it? But why didn't he tell her before?

"How come you didn't tell me before? I would've dressed in something more appropriate," she said, worry edging its way into her. He glanced at her and then chuckled.

"If I'd told you beforehand, you would've made excuses about coming along," he replied. He had a point. She definitely would've been overly conscious about everything and tried to weasel her way out of joining him.

"What are you in the mood for?" He asked her. She shrugged and looked around.

"Shall we get pizza?"

"Works for me," she answered.

~oOo~

They ended up going to a mall and grabbing pizzas from the food court simply to avoid the heat. During the time they cleaned off their plates, Scarlett couldn't help but notice how distracted Dean seemed to be. He was barely even looking at her. It was when they were strolling around, looking at the stores, did Scarlett decide to interrogate him.

"You want to tell me what's gotten into you?" She asked as they walked.

"What do you mean?"

"Dean, come on. You're barely looking at me. It's been a while since I've gone on a date, but I don't think they involve a "don't look at your date" clause," she said, looking at him sideways. What was bothering him?

He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and heaved a sigh.

"You really want to know?" He asked. She stopped walking and tugged him to the side, fixing her gaze on him (even though he was looking at the store across from them).

"I do. If there is something I can help with, let me. You're always there for me so let me be here for you," she told him. That caught his attention for his blue eyes snapped to her and remained there. A shiver ran up her spine and Scarlett remembered that he had the ability to look at her in a way that made her feel as if she was laid bare to him.

"You sure you want to know?"

"Yes!"

Dean continued to gaze at her before he flashed her his signature smirk and shook his head.

"Come on. Let's go home. Roman's probably waiting for us," he said, pulling her along with him towards the parking.

"Dean!"

He paid her no heed whatsoever.

It was only when they reached home did he address her again.

"I'll meet you in your room," was all he said before he headed off to find Roman. Scarlett was baffled at his recent behavior but had no choice than to slowly make her way up the staircase and to her room. Trying very hard not to feel too disappointed at the way their "first date" had ended, Scarlett eased down onto the couch near the window of her room. Her thoughts were muddled and the more she tried to figure out what was causing Dean to act this way, the more confused she got.

The door opened and she looked towards Dean as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Scarlett stood up as he approached and opened her mouth to ask him to explain what was going on. He didn't let her get that far.

The moment he was close enough, his arm shot out and slipped around her waist, tugging her close as his lips pressed against hers. Her gasp was muffled as his mouth devoured her, seeking entrance past her lips incessantly. When her lips parted, he took the control right out of her hands. His tongue nudged hers into awareness and Scarlett felt her knees weaken from the force of the kiss.

Their kisses had been sweet, but this was hot and demanding. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist while his free hand was gripping her face, refusing to let her move. His presence was exhilarating and Scarlett let herself go, allowing him to draw her further towards himself and letting his aura wrap around her.

Scarlett whimpered when he pulled away, but he only turned her and gently laid her on the bed before covering her with his body and returning his lips to hers. Her hands fisted the material of his shirt and she clung to him desperately.

"You asked me what was wrong with me," he said to her, pulling away ever so slightly.

"You wanted to know, didn't you?" He asked, his voice deeper than usual. Nodding her head seemed to be the answer because Scarlett had no idea what he was referring to. Her mind was clouded with lust and all she wanted was him close to her. She wanted something but she didn't know what.

Dean gripped one of her hands and he guided it down between them. It was only when her palm rested against something hard underneath the stiff material of his jeans did Scarlett's mind clear and her eyes widened. She couldn't help as her gaze shifted and she found his hand covering hers as she cupped him through his jeans.

"D-Dean," she stuttered. Her body was burning.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to not look at you while you're wearing this infernal thing?" He growled, glaring at the dress she was wearing. Scarlett looked down and immediately realized what the cause of Dean's behavior.

His pulling and moving her around had strained the material of her dress around her bust and the neckline was dipping much lower than usual. She'd skipped on wearing a bra because of the loose fitting of the dress but now she regretted it as the dress strained against her chest, outlining her hard nipples.

"It was pure torture, Scar," he growled. Scarlett yelped in shock when his head swooped down and his mouth enclosed around her cloth covered nipple. Even through the barrier, she felt the heat of his mouth and Scarlett tossed her head back as her back arched off the bed. The action sent a searing pain shooting across her ribs and she cried out in pain.

Her pained scream cut through the lust-filled atmosphere and Scarlett almost wept when Dean tore himself away from her.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, Scar!" He exclaimed. He'd leapt away from her and his eyes were filling with concern, but Scarlett felt annoyance settle within her. Annoyance at her injuries and at him for pulling away. She sat up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him down to kiss him harshly.

"Don't you dare," she groaned against his lips. Dare what? Hell, she didn't even know what she was asking for. She coaxed him to forget about her injuries and to focus on her again, and with little more force, she finally had him responding.

"Please," she begged, having no idea what it was that she was begging for. She needed him to touch her, she needed him to taste her, for the love of all that is holy, she needed him to do anything to her except move away.

His fingers pulled down the sleeve over her shoulder and he gently nipped at the skin on her shoulder. Scarlett spread her legs and welcomed him as he settled between them, his hard length nestling firmly against her heated center and sending a shockwave of ecstasy through her.

"Dean," she whimpered. His lips worked against her skin; nipping, sucking, licking, while his hands slid down and bunched the material of her dress. He pulled the material up, exposing her leg and ran his hands up her bare thigh, gripping it and pulling it around his waist. The action pulled him further against her and Scarlett's fingers dugs into Dean hair, her teeth biting down on her lip to keep from yelling.

Dean cursed before he pulled away from her, earning a cry of protest from her.

"Fucking hell, we can't do this right now," he growled, removing himself from her completely. Cold washed over her as his warmth left her and Scarlett breathed heavily as she watched him run his hands through his hair, his back turned towards her. She gasped for air and part of her wanted to cry at the loss. It took a few seconds before what had happened set in and Scarlett's face bloomed a wonderful shade of scarlet.

She slowly sat up and fixed her dress, her face burning as she felt the wet material of her dress rub against her nipple where his mouth had been moments ago. She'd lost control of her own emotions and her composure had completely dismantled the moment he'd kissed her like that. He'd had some control and pulled away but Scarlett? No, she turned into putty the moment he touched her.

"I know you're not ready. Fuuuuck, I shouldn't have done that," he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Her heart skipped a beat and she bit her lip from crying out. Even through this whole ordeal, he was taking her into consideration, but he had no idea that she wouldn't have stopped him even if he went the whole way. Scarlett froze as the thought entered her mind.

Am I ready for that step?

If the way her body had reacted and her lack of protest…she clearly was. This was Dean. He wouldn't ever hurt her and Scarlett trusted him with everything she had left in her. Yes. She was ready to take their relationship further.

But was he?

Scarlett looked at his back as he tried to regain his composure. He'd pulled away, hadn't he? He said it was because she wasn't ready but what if it was him that wasn't ready? She'd pulled him back but he'd turned away once again. What if…

"It's because of my scars, right?" She asked in a small voice. Her entire confidence shattered as that one dreaded thought sped into her mind. He whipped around to face her and she looked at him.

"Jesus Christ! No!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Don't even go there, Scar," he warned her.

"Then why did you stop?"

~oOo~

"Then why did you stop?" He groaned and pulled back from her, cupping her face gently as he looked at her. She looked entirely vulnerable as she gazed up at him, her eyes filled with longing. This was why taking things slow was so crucial.

"I want nothing more than to shove you back and take you as hard as I can, but you're special. I want…no…I need our first time together to be perfect," he admitted. He'd just about burst into his pants when he realized that she'd indirectly told him she was ready, but Dean knew he couldn't – he wouldn't – turn into a horny teenager looking for a quick fuck with her.

No. His first time with the woman he loved, this woman, had to be perfect. He'd cherish her and love her slowly, but that would only be possible when she was fully healed and would require some planning.

Oh god. He was a fucking sap.

"I told you, didn't I? I'll worship your body when the time comes, but right now, it's not it," he said gently. She didn't look like she believed him and Dean pecked her lips sweetly several times.

"You're still healing, Scar. My pride will not withstand the effects of having to cut everything short because I hurt you," he told her. "I have to take that in consideration."

She seemed to be calming down as he spoke to her and Dean pressed another sweet kiss to her already swollen lips.

He needed his first time with her to be perfect.

~oOo~

To say she was touched was an understatement; she was completely bowled over by his words. She was embarrassed by her own behavior but the more she thought about his words, the more she fell in love with him. He was right.

She wanted her first night with him to be perfect. He was the man she loved after all and he deserved her when she was at her best. Her injuries were a hindrance and Scarlett vowed she'd take extra care of herself so she could get better soon. The sooner she healed, the sooner she'd get to make him her own as she would become his. He'd proven time and time again that she had just as much say in their relationship as he did. Most importantly, every time she felt that cold darkness creeping into her mind, he was there to shield her from the cold fingers of negativity. He was the light in her dark life.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she said softly. He looked surprised at her words but recovered quickly and kissed her forehead.

"I'm going to go and change. Do you want to sit in the lounge afterwards?" He asked, standing up. Scarlett nodded and her eyes drifted to the bulge in his pants, her heart skipping several beats as she remembered the hardness of it underneath her palms.

"Do you…do you want me to take care…of that?" She asked, her face burning.

"Holy fucking…," he trailed off and swooped down to kiss her roughly once more, leaving her dazed when he broke away.

"You're going to be the death of me," he growled before he strode out of her room and out of her sight. When she was alone, Scarlett looked around herself then buried her face in her hands, a sudden shyness creeping over her.

Since when had she become so wanton?

Sliding out of bed, Scarlett headed over to stand before the full mirror next to the closet. Her face was flushed, her eyes were sparkling; her lips were swollen from his kisses while her hair was mussed, it was the first time in five years that Scarlett thought she looked beautiful. The effect love had on someone was astounding and Scarlett smiled at herself in the mirror.

She turned side to side and then let out a gasp when she felt the cool fabric against her nipple again. She'd almost forgotten but her dress wouldn't let her. The material was dark from being wet and it stuck out prominently against the entire dress. Her nipples were straining against the fabric and Scarlett wrapped her arms around herself, giggling in both embarrassment and happiness.

He'd called this dress infernal but now there was no way Scarlett would be getting rid of this dress anytime soon.

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- K.