(Forget the tension...When we fight...You make it up...Turn down the light...It's just a lover's game we play, yeah...After the screamings at an end...Why don't we do it all again...That's when the fun really begins...Oh, whoa...Here comes the showdown...What goes around comes around...And the crowds are waiting, oh...'Cause if we break up...Then we can make up...Shake my body all night - Showdown by Britney Spears)

The silence was deafening as all three stood there.

Dean shifted to face Tony just as the other guy did the same, a smirk on the latter's face.

The glaring eventually transitioned into a toe to toe as neither backed down...preparing to throw down if need be.

It continued a little while longer, quietly and it took every ounce of willpower Dean had not to pummel the man in front of him as he sat there with a cocky smirk upon his face.

He was just itching to punch this stupid fuck...

His hands had been on...no, one was still on Miranda's waist and he was seeing red.

Who did this guy think he was, touching his girl like this?!

Dean knew he had no right to be angry and they weren't really together but…

He was pissed.

"So...someone care to explain?!" He snapped harshly. It was harsher than he intended and he saw Miranda flinch before her face hardened.

'Shit…'

Miranda patted at Tony's chest lightly giving him a grateful smile.

"I really enjoyed hanging with you tonight, papi. Thanks for the good time," She purred, sidling up to him a bit.

The Cuban's face went from cocky to downright smug as he continued to eye Dean. He rubbed at her side softly, slowly sliding his hand down to gather her wrist in his hand and moved in to place a chaste but long kiss on her cheek. Pulling away he was happy to see the flush on the brunette's cheeks and he smirked, looking down at her affectionately.

"Another time, mami?"

Miranda smiled coyly and both couldn't mistake the growl that sounded beside them.

'Perhaps not.' Miranda mused. "Got a pen?" she found herself asking instead.

The man frowned, patting at his pockets with a shake of the head and Miranda turned to drop and shuffle through her purse. She shot up quickly, swaying a bit and dared a glance at Dean, who was watching them rather vehemently.

"Number," Miranda slurred with a giggle making Dean's jaw clench.

The dark haired male opted to take Miranda's hand, scribbling his number on her palm . He stroked her cheek and gave her a wink before slowly backing off.

"I look forward to your call," He purred and Miranda couldn't help another blush and giggle.

One look at Dean though as the guy left and she felt her stomach sour. And it wasn't because of the alcohol.

Dodging any interaction with him, Miranda fumbled with her key not noticing the copper blonde gather up his bags and follow behind her as she stumbled through the door. Flipping on the light, she threw her keys on the side table and kicked off her platforms. It wasn't until she turned around to close the door that she noticed Dean's presence in her apartment.

"Crap," She jerked, placing a hand on her chest. "What are you doing in here?! Are you crazy?!"

Dean kicked the door closed, his attitude still in place.

"The fuck was that," He spat. "You guys practically made goo goo eyes at each other in front of me. Were you trying to rile me up?!"

Miranda rolled her eyes, further annoying the guy following her around her place. She fiddled with her jewelry, removing it to place on her bar top. "You know...contrary to popular belief, not everything is about you, Dean."

"Didn't say it was," He shot back.

She sighed and threw her purse on the couch.

"So you're just ignoring me now," He asked.

"We're not doing this, Dean," Miranda droned as she pushed at the top of her dress thinking nothing of her actions. "I have work in the morning and I could really use the few hours of sleep I have left." She entered her room yawning and tugging at her clothes.

Dean followed, leaving his stuff behind.

"I think now is perfect! Now is a fine time to talk all this shit out! Isn't that what you females like to do? Work through the problems and junk? It's what I've been trying to do!"

Miranda sneered and spun around instantly regretting it. She placed a hand on the side of her head. "Us...females," she asked lowly. "Really?"

"I mean really Miranda, what the fuck was that," Dean continued on. "You feel like I'm some toy you can just jerk around or something?"

Miranda dropped her head back, looking up at the ceiling with a noise of disbelief. She gave a short laugh, shaking her head.

"Oh. My. God…please…"

"I have been trying and trying to be a good little boy here but nothing I do seems to make it right with your highness."

Miranda rubbed at a temple as she kicked her dress aside. It flew somewhere around her closet area, she didn't know where it landed exactly and she didn't really care right now. Dean's tongue lashing and yelling was really starting to grate on her nerves making her head hurt. It didn't help that the amount of alcohol she took in was a bit much and that the feelings she was enduring just from being around him were making her head spin.

"Dean stop," She hissed.

"Like I send you packages and fucking messages and shit and I don't do that with just anyone," He rambled on, "but what do I get in return?! Radio silence! No, "Thank you, Dean," He continues, his voice changing, mocking that of a female's as he says thank you, "No, "Fuck you, Dean." Just. Silence…."

"Dean…"

"And then I come back home to see you all wrapped up with some asshole creep looking all cozy and him smug as shit while I'm sitting here wondering what the fuck is even going on between us! What were you even doing Miranda?!"

Miranda opened her mouth to speak just as Dean started to stalk towards her making her back up in tandem. She shut her mouth quickly.

"Were you gonna fuck him? Send me a couple of pictures and gloat that you had moved on and-"

Miranda's eyes winded before flashing in anger.

"ENOUGH," She yelled, slapping at the wall behind her.

She hadn't even realized she had made it that far back.

"I'm not gonna sit here and listen to…" She gestured wildly at Dean. "to this! I'm not gonna take this! You messed up, Dean...you fucked up," She yelled with some pokes to his chest making him back off.

"You went out that night! You drank yourself stupid I'm sure...You spent time with that.." Her face grimaced in disgust, "that woman and you get mad at me?! I did nothing wrong! I was simply having fun! Just what in the hell is wrong with you?!"

She was advancing on him now and all too soon his back hit the wall by her bedroom door. "Why do you keep messing with me?! I don't even know what I am to you, what all you did, but I'm the one that is in the wrong?!"

"I didn't fuck her," Was all Dean could respond with. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, realizing how stupid that sounded. Miranda flinched and her face dropped and Dean wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her but watched instead as she shook with barely restrained fury before him. Her face was flushed and he dared a brief glance down at her heaving chest but was slapped against his, quickly bringing his eyesight back up to meet hers.

"What is this? What are we Dean?!"

Dean stuttered, looking away, running a shaky, nervous hand through his unruly hair. "Fuck," He mumbled. "I...I don't know."

"What do you want," She threw her hands up in exasperation, her voice taking on a note of desperation. "We can't keep doing this," She finished quietly as she studied him.

His eyes darkened and the roles were reversed as he grabbed at her upper arms spinning her to slam against the wall beside the door. Her world spun a little as he pushed into her.

"We can until we figure it out," He barked. "It's you...I fucking want you!" He moved in closer. "Damn it, Miranda!"

And just as quick as he was to move into her he was just as quick to back off. He pulled his hands away with a hiss, staring at her in dismay. Miranda shook her head reaching for him, pulling him against her roughly. He bounced off of her before his body rested against her own and her brown eyes widened looking up into his blue gaze.

"Stop pulling away from me," She huffed.

Dean growled, hitching her up against the wall, leaving her no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist.

"You are going to be the death of me, Bambi," He uttered lowly, moving in to start leaving a trail of hungry kisses down a side of her neck. He continued further only to end up moving across and to the other side, traveling upward, making her shiver. He swiped his tongue against the spot behind her ear and her legs locked around him tighter as she gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders, grounding herself in the present.

Was this really happening?

"All this time…"Dean grumbled. He grabbed at one of her barely covered cheeks, squeezing the soft globe eliciting another growl from himself and a low moan from the woman in his arms. He pulled her against his building erection and bit at her neck before pulling his head back to look into her eyes again.

'Don't want to talk...Don't want to yell anymore.'

Miranda squeezed at his shoulders and lifted, pulling him close. Their noses brushed against each others and her eyes searched his face, lingering on the darkened pools of blue before she was pecking at him hesitantly. He watched in return as she gave him a couple more before he squished her close, a hand on her bra covered back pulling her as close to him as possible to press his mouth against hers more persistently.

It was the first kiss they were sharing and it wasn't much, yet...it was everything!

Miranda shifted, sliding her body against his excitedly, causing him to grip at her desperately. His hands rubbed over bare skin, squeezed her ass, rested under her bra...He needed to feel her.

They pulled back out of breath and the brunette gave Dean a smirk to rival one of his own. No words were exchanged as they stared at each other and all too soon Dean was fiddling with her bra strap while his other hand rubbed at her back softly, coaxing a whimper out of her. The garment was flung to the side and Dean moved in, propping her up higher against the wall by a butt cheek to latch onto one of her dark nipples, sucking, nipping and bathing it with his tongue.

Shit, he couldn't believe he was finally getting to taste her.

He had only imagined and jerked off to thoughts and past interactions with her. But to have her in his arms, moaning and..

He looked up and the image of her, head dropped back, eyes squeezed shut as her mouth worked into different shapes and sizes, pants and moans leaving her lips while gripping his arms, left him squeezing her harder. His cock twitched in anticipation of being buried inside her.

He moved to the other protruding bud and tugged at it receiving a gasp this time. Miranda ground her hips against his stomach and Dean pulled back, breathing heavily. Giving himself no time to question his actions, he slid her up higher against the wall, draping her legs over his shoulders. The brunette's eyes popped open just as one of his hands landed on a hip, the other brushing against the inside of a thigh before his index finger hooked into a side of her panties.

"D-Dean," She cleared her throat, biting at a lip as she studied him. "What are you doing," She whispered.

He glanced up at her, giving her a smug look before he pulled her lacy undies aside baring her to his eyes.

"Fuck me," He muttered taking in the sight of her wet slit and leaned forward, her scent hitting him heavily. "Shit…"

Digging his fingers into the space above her rounded globes he moved her close, meeting up with her, kissing at her sensitive skin. The intake of breath made him grin and then he was ghosting his tongue up her middle excitedly. Her taste only seemed to spur him on and he was firmly dragging his flattened tongue up her center once more. He lapped at her with a groan and shook his head in between her lips, burying himself there and she moved against his face. His tongue worked harder, faster on her but slowed as he reached her clit, circling around it making her moan louder. He reached up, clasping her hand in one of his and she laced her fingers with his, looking down at him under hooded eyes.

"Oh god," She moaned brokenly as he sucked at her swollen nub. He continued to hold her gaze, his eyes dark and boring into her own and she couldn't look away...even when his tongue traveled down to slide into her. She desperately grabbed at his arm and he reached for her hand, tangling their fingers together. "Fuck," She whimpered as he hesitantly started a slow thrust only for him to pull back and give her a view of his glistening mouth.

"Taste so good baby…"

She squirmed from his intense stare and words, not knowing what to say but Dean saved her the trouble mouthing at the whole of her, his tongue licking on any bit of skin it could reach. He resumed his thrusting into her tight, warm, channel and her nails dug into his hands. Her back arched and her center was all over him, enveloping him.

Dean couldn't ask for anything better.

'Fucking Ambrosia man...Fucking Ambrosia.'

He pulled away to rub at her with a couple of fingers.

"Fucking love this pussy already baby...you gonna cum for me," He asked, briefly staring up at her before looking at his fingers rubbing over her. Squelching noises and her juices wetting up his hand left him groaning and her blushing.

She grabbed at the back of his head, bringing him in close. "Well if you want my cum quit teasing me, Dean," She moaned, thrusting towards his face. "Please…." She begged softly.

"Don't need to tell me twice, Bambi," He declared and was quickly working her up to her orgasm again.

Her legs shook and a hand gripped tightly at the hair on top of his head as her finish flowed into his awaiting mouth. He happily took it all in with eager slurps.

"Shit yeah," He mumbled and licked at her a little but stopped, wrapping an arm around her to bring her off the wall and move them over to the bed. He dropped her with a bounce and she struggled to look up at him after moving her hair out of her face. She slowly raked her eyes up his slim figure shaking her head to clear the cobwebs away as she licked her lips. Her eyes focused on the bulge between his legs afterwards and she worked on catching her breath. Lifting, she reached out for his belt buckle and he slapped her hand away with a head shake.

"Not right now…" He tugged at a leg bringing her closer to the edge of the bed and dropped pushed her legs apart with a hand above her knees. He spread her with his fingers and blew out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. "Fuckin beautiful...let me enjoy. Sides I really don't need you puking on me tonight doll...I know you're still pretty drunk."

"I'm no-" Miranda started only to be interrupted as he sunk a finger into her tight heat. She panted, dropping back onto the bed ready for whatever he'd give her.

Her body shook, eager for more and Dean didn't disappoint filling her up over and over again with his digit, slipping two more in making her shake and nearly tear her sheets apart. His tongue working at her clit and around his fingers had her nearly screaming out her second orgasm of the night.

It wasn't until she was coming back down and stopped seeing stars that she realized he was still going. His loud eager slurping and his teeth grazing against her swollen skin was too much. He had her falling again and even still he kept on.

The last thing she remembered was him groaning along with her and then darkness enveloped her and all she saw was black.

Miranda awoke with a start a couple of hours later.

Small remnants of earlier filtered through her brain and she moved around realizing her nakedness. If it wasn't for that and the glass of water and colorful pills resting beside her on her nightstand, she would have believed earlier was just a dream.

Stretching a bit, the young woman let out a loud yawn and felt the signs of a headache coming on and cotton mouth leaving her gasping for something, anything to soothe it. She quickly reached over to snatch up the meds and glass of water taking both easily.

'Thank you Dean.'

Speaking of Dean, Miranda flushed and quickly turned meeting an empty space beside her and no sign of him anywhere else.

'I can't believe I passed out on him like that…but oh my god..'

She pulled up the covers but stopped.

'No. Can't leave it like this. He never should have left...we're not done talking.'

One glance at the clock and Miranda cringed. 'Maybe later?'

But despite her thoughts the brunette found herself sliding into a pair of pajama bottoms and small tank, grabbing her phone hastily before she left her apartment.

Minutes later she was knocking at Dean's door, rubbing at her arms, her robe doing nothing for the slight breeze blowing by as she waited.

She rocked on the heels and balls of her feet and went to knock again, nearly knocking on Dean's head when he swung the door open roughly. His eyes squinted against the sunlight to see Miranda standing there.

"Mir-"

The brunette pushed her way in quickly.

"You can't do that. You don't get to do something like that and just leave," She stated.

Before he could respond she turned from closing and locking his door, grabbing at his hand blindly to lead him to his room. Dean trailed after her with no choice, scratching at his head in confusion.

"Lay," She demanded when they reached his bed, pushing at his shoulders to get him to drop.

Dean said nothing and got situated in bed, wiggling to lay atop his pillow looking up at her curiously. He saw a brief flash of insecurity cross her face before her mouth set in a firm line and she moved to crawl over him and onto the other side of the bed. She pushed up against him and looked up into his questioning gaze.

Dropping her head onto his chest she wrapped an arm around his middle and sighed happily.

"Let's sleep, Dean..."

The copper blonde's brow furrowed. He wanted to question her but a yawn left him letting him know he needed more sleep so he simply opted to pull Miranda close. The small woman, threw a leg in between his and snuggled into him.

"Tomorrow," She whispered just before passing out again.

And progress! But will it last? ;)

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