Holy. Crap. Guys! The huge in pour of love and support I have gotten from you all is crazy! Like dude...Amazeballs! I wasn't expecting much of anything if just a few words and maybe a flame or two but you guyyysss...you are too nice! The fact that something of mine garnered this kind of re...ok, I'm gonna stop.

After a month's and some wait I give you guys part two. There really is no excuse for my lengthy absence other than my family being in last weekend but still...Hope you guys are still reading and enjoy.

(You wanna try...Come and have your taste...This thing won't stop...'Til you can't see straight - I Got It by Marian Hill)

Miranda gripped at her patient's leg, stretching it at an acute angle causing the person below her to grunt in discomfort.

"I'm sorry Mr. Benson," She said through gritted teeth. "Just a little...more..."

She pushed a little further and he gasped. Miranda immediately released the man, her face a mask of worry. She dropped to the mat to fuss over him. "I'm sorry, so sorry...too far, I should have known better...sorry..."

The man laughed at her and she stopped, puffing out her lips.

It took a good minute but the male sat up, shaking his head. He seemed to be in good spirits making this all the more confusing.

"It's ok, Randa. Truth is I needed that," His voice lowered before he continued on, "I didn't exactly take your advice and try moving any, I ended up a little stiff."

Miranda shook her head giving the older man a stern look. "And what did I tell you about that, Matthew," She asked, her voice taking on the tone of concerned mother.

The guy laughed again. "I know...I know."

Miranda turned, checking the time behind her and looked back at the older gentleman. "Well, looks like our time is up for today anyway. Now what is it you're gonna do this weekend before I return," She asked.

"Move, move, move," He chuckled in mirth.

The brunette smiled. "That a boy," She laughed, and patted at the guy's shoulder before hopping to a stand. "You need any help to your room?"

"Oh no, no...you go on. I know it's a Friday and you youngins always have some partying or other to do on weekends," Matthew finished with a grin.

Miranda helped Mr. Benson stand, biting at a lip. 'Hardly...I'm probably just gonna go home and stuff my face with fatty foods and watch tv on the tube. Nothing interesting...I mean, Dean's not...no, no, you promised yourself you wouldn't think about him remember? After that night he did and said nothing so…It meant nothing.'

"Dear, you alright?"

Miranda looked up to see they had somehow made it back to Mr. Benson's room. She blinked. Had she really spaced out that much?

It was another moment before she answered after helping the old man take a seat on his bed.

"I'm just a little tired is all, long week," She lied.

"Oh," The male nodded in understanding, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "Well, just makes the weekend all the more sweeter now doesn't it? Now you get on out of here ok?"

Miranda frowned. "But…"

"No," Matthew shook his head. "No buts, I'm fine. Probably gonna do a bit of light reading and then it's dinner time for this old chap."

Miranda nodded. Well, she supposed if there was nothing else to do she could go home...

'Maybe I'll stop by the apartment gym for a bit, a little later.'

Bidding the old man adieu, Miranda set out to finish up some paperwork on today and left the building quickly to go home and relax.

Dropping his bags right by the door, Dean let out a loud groan as he stretched his sore limbs and stalked over to the fridge for a cold one.

Another long week, another hundred pennies in his pockets..

Scanning the fridge Dean, squinted and huffed.

Perhaps he should put some of those lovely pennies to use a little later. His fridge was looking pretty bare.

Popping open his beer he plopped down on his recliner, flipping on the TV. 'I'll order something later...'

He was only fifteen minutes into a dumb SyFy movie, Sharknado or some shit when movement caught his eye out his living room window.

'Seems to be a habit when home', he thought.

But honestly...when he had a fucking sexy ass neighbor flaunting her shit left and right how could he not be on alert?

Dean's eyes widened. Speaking of flaunting...

He watched as Miranda's hips bounced to the beat of whatever music was coming out of her earbuds and groaned lowly.

This was taking him back to just days ago.

God. The way her fingers worked herself to completion. Her pants and moans...

Shit...

He quickly hopped up when she turned already in jogging mode, her chest bouncy and perky.

Holy fuck he had to stop this.

She had cut him out, it had just been a game the other day...right?

Despite trying to move past Miranda's..everything, Dean found himself in front of his window screen, his cheek pressed against it as he watched her round the corner heading to very front of the complex.

A smirk came to Dean's face as he backed up.

Maybe a date with some weights was in order.

Decked out in her workout gear, water bottle in hand, towel around her neck and headphones in her ears. Miranda made her way into the small building seconds away from the front office.

Just moments after coming home and sitting down with a snack of trail mix, trying to decide on what to do for dinner, Miranda had grown frustrated and very, very bothered as she struggled to read through her mail.

Her mind kept drifting to a certain copper blonde. He was suppose to return any minute now.

After growling in frustration, Miranda lifted to gather her things before leaving her apartment quickly.

She hadn't realized the return of her daydream offender as she left, his face inches from the window screen.

"Ah! Mira! Back I see," One of the workers announced after she entered the small building.

She shrugged. "You know me staying fit is the way to go!"

The couple at the desk smiled and nodding in agreement before going back to their small tasks at hand.

Miranda smiled herself and placed her hands on her hips as she stood before the machines.

What to tackle first...what to tackle first...

It wasn't even ten minutes later that Dean barged in as Miranda worked on warming up with a bit of stretches, watching herself in the mirror to make sure she had the correct form.

Dean felt her eyes on him as he nodded at the people behind the front desk. They both greeted him happily before moving on.

Dean stood back as he surveyed everything in the room trying to decide on what to start. If it was a run, he would gladly do that outside.

Nothing like the fresh air to do a body good.

Maybe he could start with some lifts before moving onto the punching bag or should he start with the mat and get his pre work-out in?

Either way this was a time Dean was gonna make sure Miranda never forgot.

She tried not to stare cause it would be considered rude. She didn't really want to leave either because...Hello! Dean was in the building! But despite all protests and warnings against it Miranda found her eyes wandering over towards the far right as the man on her mind, grimaced a bit, gritting his teeth as he lifted the bar above his head. Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down. Miranda paused watching as the muscles in his arms strained and heard him grunt when the bar met his chest and left it, being thrust high up in the air.

Oh boy…

She watched him another second more before she shifted to start on her crunches.

'Stop the staring...stop the staring...' She told herself. But as she worked on a steady rhythm of her own she got lost in the pants and grunts coming from Dean's mouth and the way his body started to glisten as he began working up a sweat.

Jesus Christ! She needed some help.

Shaking her head she refocused and worked on a second set of crunches.

While this tackled much of the upper core of his body Dean found himself bored after a short amount of time and lifted. It was good for the body but did little to interest him.

Dean was more old school. Loved to tackle things the hard way.

More sweat, more girt. The harder the work and the dirtier...the better.

Moving around the room he sighed.

Not much in here in the way of awesome workout equipment. He contemplated sitting on a bench near Miranda to work on his arms but shook his head and moved onto what he had been eyeing since the start.

The punching bag.

It there was one thing Dean reveled in, it was punching the shit out of something. Whether it be a human being or this plastic bag..his fist connecting with something, sometimes brought him great pleasure. Of course the punching of others was kept to a minimum. He didn't just go around punching for the hell of it.

He started in on the bag, circling it as he threw punch after punch, ducking, weaving and bobbing just because.

Ah yes...nothing better than this.

She was watching him again.

He was swift and quick and his face was all lit up like a little kid's on Christmas as he hit that punching bag with a happiness she could only imagine.

Ugh. Not only was he sexy as shit...now he dared to be cute?

She looked again.

A cutie with muscles.

She watched as the beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he moved and the drops left his muscular arms to fall onto the ground below him.

And holy mother of god. Dude had removed his shirt!

Ok! Time for some squats!

He dared a glance, just a second really, the brunette's way and the sight that greeted him made him falter a step.

That rounded backside...

He couldn't help but marvel at her perfect posture as she moved. Her back perfectly straight, her thick thighs...

If he looked before her, in the mirror she was standing in front of her he'd see the concentration on her face and the little glances she gave him every now and then but Dean was solely focused on her ass as she lifted and lowered.

He would have continued to stare for a good while until the jingle of the bell and talking signaled a new visitor.

Dean moved onto the ropes section eying both the battle ropes and a couple of jump ropes. One more thing to finish off with and he was calling it quits.

He squatted a bit, squaring himself for the intense training with the battle ropes and started the thump and thrash of rope against floor and in air as Miranda moved on to last minute jump roping, braving the closeness it gave her to Dean.

There was really no rhyme or reason to either's session today...just distraction and as their eyes met both knew it was because of the other.

Dean thrived on Miranda's stare. He loved how her eyes, slowly lowered down his body as she licked at her lips, eyeing his pecs as she jumped. His own blues moving down to gaze at her bouncy chest, the sweat gathered in between her cleavage, the way her breast lifted and lowered as she inhaled and exhaled.

Not once did their eyes waver off the other's body.

Her eyes went even further and his gaze darkened as he watched her. A growl was on the tip of his tongue but he was stopped short as Miranda's eyes snapped back up to his own, startling him and then she was looking ahead of herself concentrating on her breathing and jumps.

Dean cocked an eyebrow.

So she was playing hard to get now?

He narrowed his eyes and slowed to a stop before dropping the ropes altogether. A couple of steps and he had possession of his shirt, dabbing at his face and chest as he stood by her, watching her, his eyes all over her.

Miranda didn't budge though and she felt rather than heard his sigh. Her eyes darted over the wall wildly as he left her side.

She looked back at where she thought he was and was pleasantly surprised when she saw him standing there, shirt wrapped around his neck. It was almost as if he had waited for her...

He gave her figure one quick rake, cocked his head towards the door and then disappeared before she could even think to question him.

She tried to wait longer than a measly five minutes but failed, stumbling through the door not taking note of the sign beside it clearly stating men's locker room.

The sight as she rounded the corner nearly had her dropping to the floor once she completely entered the room the door clicking shut behind her.

She stood behind him as he leaned toward the wall a hand propped to steady himself as his other hand…

She glanced down and a heady chill ran down her spine as her eyes met his working hand.

Oh no, no, no. What had she walked in on?!

She looked around them as if they were being watched and then she heard the groan.

She hissed and Dean lifted his head tensing up a little. His slides slowing but not stopping. Miranda could feel the heat pooling at her center as she continued to watch him. She didn't dare say a word as his jerking picked back up.

Another groan and then mumbled words had her frowning before Dean turned his head to look at her.

"Almost didn't think you'd show," He huffed.

She scoffed and started backing up, looking around them frantically again. "You can not do this," She hissed. "What if someone comes in here! What if we...no you get caught?!"

Dean lifted an eyebrow and turned gripping at his erection, giving her the once over. He squinted.

"This is turning you on isn't it?"

Miranda shook her head moving to back up again. "No," She denied. "I just...I…" Her sentence trailed off as Dean took a step out of the shower stall, followed by another and another, working himself in time with each step.

"You're lying," He smirked as he took in the raised goosebumps on her skin, the soft panting coming from her mouth.

Her knees buckled a little as she looked between him and his member.

"I am not lying," She shot back just as her back met the door, shaking her up. She huffed, panicking. Her hands patted at the door as she looked up into Dean's eyes.

'Oh shit...Great thinking Miranda!' The woman mused.

She didn't see Dean's hand reach out and twist the lock beside her head as she stared down at his chest in deep thought. The same hand grabbed at her upper thigh, right below a butt check pulling her close as continued stroking with the other.

He stopped, gauging her reaction as he reached for her hand then placed it over himself. He tightened her fingers into a fist and groaned, shaking his hair out of his face as he looked back down into her eyes, pushing into her.

Miranda shivered, her eyes wide as she stared back. She could feel her core pulse with need and want as she slowly twisted her wrist, testing his hardness in her hand. She slowly drew it back feeling the velvety steel in her palm wrinkle and straighten as she brought her hand back down towards the base.

Dean grunted, dropping her thigh in favor of holding himself up beside her, boxing her in even more against the door and his body.

She blinked, breathing onto him as their faces got closer, her strokes generating heavier breathing from him, chest against chest. His nose bumped hers and she bit at her lip as she studied his.

He was so close, yet...not close enough.

Her other hand reached up gripping at his shoulder as she tightened her grip on him and worked him faster. Dean's sounds grew louder, heavier and she tugged him closer by his cock.

"You wanna cum for me," She breathed against his mouth, moving to kiss at the corner of it. Growing bold, she nipped at his jawline, sliding her teeth down to his neck.

He groaned but didn't answer, pulling back just a smidge to slip his hand between them, cupping at her through her, she was sure, now, dampened tights. All she had on where those and a thong. Not much in the way of barriers there.

"Do you," He retorted and ran a lone finger up her middle and back down to push against her entrance above the material.

Her hand slowed but Dean shook his head, moving her fist even faster than before. He buried his head in her neck, taking in her slightly sweaty but minty scent and growled, licking from a collarbone over to her neck in a slow drag. The skin prickled and cooled from the air as his tongue left a small trail of saliva before he latched onto her neck, sucking on her, coaxing a moan out of her.

"Oh god," She gasped weakly, digging her nails into his shoulder blade, her other hand speeding up even more.

She had not anticipated her own arousal being as strong as it was. Her lower half shook as he let go of her working hand briefly, brushing his against her breast lightly to reach around and grasp at her back tightly. It was enough to cause both nipples to pebble in hardness.

"Mmm...fuck baby," He groaned huskily, sliding his hand down to grip at a cheek. "Nearly there...get me off."

She had almost forgotten about the other hand between her legs...almost, until he started to rub on her making her rock against him.

Well holy crap...She was close too!

"Yeah...that's it. You gonna cum with me, Miranda?"

Her name on his lips left her breathless and one push of his thumb against her bundle of nerves and a swipe of her own over his slit had them both falling apart in each others arms.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..oh fuck, Dean," She whimpered as she locked around his hand. She felt his cum hit her tank, some land on her pants but couldn't bring herself to care as he continued to rub at her softly his forehead against hers, their bodies spent as they stared into each other's eyes.

It took Miranda a bit to gather herself before pulling back from Dean, releasing his hand from in between her thighs and her hand slowly dropped from him. She nearly whined at the loss of contact but shook her head, watching him carefully as she continued to try and steady her breathing.

"Well," She tried a moment later. "That was certainly new…"

A smile crinkled at the corners of Dean's eyes as he pulled back, nodding. He didn't say much...wasn't really sure what to say as this wasn't really his area of expertise, this whole cat and mouse thing Miranda and him had going on.

A knock saved him the trouble of opening his mouth and both stilled as a voice followed.

"Excuse me...sir," A beat, "Ms. The a...the place is about to..." Another beat, followed by a sigh.

The guy sounded exasperated, Miranda grinned nearly giggling but caught herself.

It was official, she was losing her mind...

"We'll be out in a bit," Dean rasped, shaking his head at the brunette in front of him a grin threatening to take over his face too.

"Ok!" They heard shuffling, followed by mumbling. Words such as, horny idiots and inappropriate shenanigans being thrown out as the person moved further and further away from them.

Yeah..they were probably gonna be reprimanded and banned for life after this.

A moment of silence passed as both gathered their wits about them, cleaning up or shutting off water and dressing. They met back up at the door and Dean sighed, running a hand through his damp hair as he observed her.

"So we should…" He cocked his head to the side.

"Yeah," She breathed, her happy expression dying just a bit. She pushed at the door and turned to look at him in the last second. "See you later?"

Dean did his best to seem impassive yet interested, giving her a small shrug and nod and Miranda's eyes flashed in sadness.

Oh. So that was it?

Dean pushed past her and almost left her standing there but turned barely uttering a response loud enough for her to hear.

"Not over," He gruffed.

Miranda nibbled at her bottom lip, her gaze dropping to the floor as Dean gave her one last look and left to head towards the front.

Ok, so it wasn't a strong reassurance, especially after Dean's random act of hot and cold but...it was something. She was just gonna have to take his answer lightly.

He had to have felt the heat between them. This was far from over right?

Right?!

Shaking her head, Miranda followed Dean's lead, picking up her stuff along her stroll to the front.

Only time would tell she supposed...

I say two parts and look where my mind takes me. lol. I'm gonna shoot for one more and hopefully that'll be that. Thanks everybody.