So, this took longer than expected. -Bows head- I'm sorry guys. But I'm here and with one of my longer chapters. Some more development and goodies. Please forgive me? lol. Anywho, gonna bow out now and thank you all like always. Y'all keep being awesome and please leave those lovely reviews. Pretty, pretty please?

(Today I don't feel like doing anything...I just wanna lay in my bed...Don't feel like picking up my phone...So leave a message at the tone...'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything - The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars)

The sunlight streamed in through Dean's bedroom window casting a bright orange glow over the couple in bed. Miranda lay upon his chest, a content smile on her face.

She snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth radiating from him, wrapping her arms tighter around his body. Her leg rubbed in between his and she reveled in the little sigh that escaped him as he slept peacefully.

God she didn't want to get up. She really didn't want to go anywhere.

But she had to. It was already 10:45 and she needed to be in by 11.

She really needed to be careful before she ended up gaining the complex of late, slacker girl and got herself in trouble. She wasn't on her own just yet. She hadn't missed but maybe a day or two before Dean and had rarely ever been late.

It wasn't his fault that she had come down with that horrible, horrible cold a couple of weeks back. That was just the luck of the draw...that and she worked with some senior citizens who didn't quite have the best immune systems. But she had stayed up for him not too long ago and here she was with him now, fifteen minutes till clock in.

She thanked her lucky stars it was a half day for her but in order to take part in that half day she needed to get her butt up.

Sighing quietly, Miranda propped her head up looking over at Dean.

She fought the urge to run her fingers through his unruly hair or brush aside the escaped strands off his forehead.

God she hated how insanely sexy she found him.

He wasn't your typical casanova, adonis type but the rugged handsomeness, the hardness to his features is what really drew her in. Although she thought he could be a casanova adonis in his own right..

She loved the cute slope of his nose, down to the very pointy end. Without realizing it, Miranda ran a finger down his nose, bopping the end of it softly causing him to jerk a bit. She stopped, holding in a breath before taking in more of his features. She loved his rounded chin, hints of stubble adorning it from a day or two gone without shaving. Her eyes shifted up studying his rosy lips...the ones she had against hers hours before. They were parted as he slept, his breath fanning her face. Her lips weren't the only place his had been on….well the upper ones anyway.

As if feeling her stare, Dean squirmed, his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her in close.

She needed to escape his strong grasp, she really should start heading out...

She wondered if he realized he cuddled tightly in his sleep.

Miranda studied his face some more and a pang of jealousy flashed through her mind when she pondered just how many women had gotten to be this close after fooling around with him. Shaking her head, she started to wiggle backwards but didn't get very far as Dean gripped her tight again and rolled, his face inches from hers, body resting against her own.

Miranda gasped and her eyes widened.

Not the first time she had been this close to the man...but it was the first time she was close and he was vastly undressed. Undressed and surprisingly hard.

Miranda blinked. Well...uh…

He pushed into her and the familiar spinning feeling returning in full force accompanied by the low thrum of arousal. Fingertips slid down her back slightly and she heard him hum in his sleep. His brow furrowed for a quick beat before his features relaxed and Miranda found herself just watching him wide eyed.

The air became charged with sexual tension, most definitely from her side, but the way he was just barely touching her back bringing tingles in it's wake was unnerving.

He was asleep! It wasn't like he was doing this shit on purpose...and ok, yeah, he was rocking against her every now and then. A particularly provocative roll of his hips into hers let her feel his hardness twitching against a thigh and she huffed, grabbing at his biceps quickly.

If he didn't stop…

'If he doesn't stop...what Miranda? What are you going to do? He's asleep.'

'But even asleep he's provoking me,' She argued with herself silently.

'Well fucking do something dummy! He did make you pass out with that mouth of his earlier this morning.'

Miranda bit at her lip as her fingers skimmed down his arms softly, her eyes never leaving his face. This was so wrong. She couldn't believe she was actually entertaining the idea of…

She shook her head. 'No.'

'YES!'

She rubbed at a forearm with her fingertips, watching as her tanned digits moved against his lighter skin. His breathing hitched and he thrust against her causing her to still and quietly pant with need.

She wanted him.

She knew she couldn't have him but…

Her eyes roved over his barely clothed body, finally taking in the beautiful skin on display. Muscles and bulging arms and chest hair a few of the things that met her eye. He looked peaceful just lying here beside her.

And oh so beautiful.

Softly disentangling herself from his grasp with major work on her part she watched as he fell onto his back, everything on display.

God he truly was a work of art and he probably didn't even realize how much.

Pushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear, Miranda leaned over dropping a kiss on his chest. She followed with a kiss over towards a nipple. Dean moved a bit but that didn't deter her from kissing all over, eventually dropping kisses onto his nipples before she ventured downward. Little pants started to leave his open mouth as she moved even further. When she finally lie between his legs she looked up to see him comfortably sleeping once more, a soft snore leaving his parted lips.

An evil smirk crept onto her face as her hands slid up to reach and wrap into the waistband of his boxers. She slowly pulled them down, slipping her hands into the back working them down. His erection popped free and Miranda quickly grabbed it as Dean arched with a groan.

She felt stupid for thinking it but even the sight of his cock inside her light grip was magical to her eyes. The tip red and leaking, ready for whatever. His hardness twitched and she moaned softly as she crossed her feet, squeezing her thighs together to stifle the wetness soaking from her core.

Just this simple action and sight had her messing up her shorts. Yeah...she was truly pathetic.

Bringing his dick back to reach her mouth, Miranda swirled her tongue around his tip, gathering up the droplets there. She nearly hummed at his taste before her lips locked around him and her grip tightened, then she was sucking on his swollen head. She heard him gasp and smiled around him before taking even more into her mouth. Her tongue curled around his thick shaft and she put in suction slowly moving down to take more of him in, second by second. She was just starting to get into a steady rhythm, not too slow but not too fast when she heard the growl.

"Fuck…." A husky moan followed and she paused for a second to look up at Dean. Her eyes squinted when she noted his closed eyes yet his hands gripping at the sheets tightly.

Was he awake?

"Shit. Please," He whispered and Miranda dared a slide of her tongue up the underside of his erection. His fists clenched and he thrust into her mouth. Humming, Miranda worked up to a steady bob again, stroking him in tune with her mouth. Rough pants and heavy groans filled the air until Dean was moving his hips along with her. The first touch to one of her shoulders startled her and she jerked, pulling up off of him with a pop.

"Dean," She questioned but all that she got was a garbled moan and another thrust up against her cheek.

"More," He hoarsely responded.

Miranda swiftly moved in, swallowing his length and he gasped. A hand gripped at her shoulder but it wasn't until she felt her hair brushed and pulled aside that she became aware of Dean being awake and alert.

"Mir-" He huffed. "Miranda?"

She simply smirked around him before starting back up quickly.

"Wha...what are you..oh shit, fuck!" Dean growled.

Miranda brought her free hand up to cup and roll his balls as she worked on his cock. It wasn't long before the telltale signs popped up signalling his release.

Dean gasped. "Shit. God damn baby I'm gonna…" He inhaled sharply, "gonna blow," He muttered as he tried to pull and push at her at the same time.

Miranda's eyes met his heavy lidded stare just as he tensed up. He gunted squeezing at shoulder, tugging at her hair with his other hand as he let go, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. Miranda squirmed and pulled off of him once he calmed and looked up at him happily watching him try to catch his breath. Before she could even think to move Dean sat up, grabbing at her arms to tug her up over him. Burying a hand in the hair on the back of her head he met up with her, kissing her harshly, sucking the breath out of her.

"Fuck woman," He exclaimed, dropping back onto his pillow. Miranda laughed and rolled off to lay beside him.

"You know...I was hesitant to have you in here at first. Took a fucking minute to fall asleep. But damn...if that's what I'm gonna get with you in my room..." He allowed himself to trail off and Miranda shook her head with a grin.

"Just returning the favor, tiger."

The brunette sat up quickly, shifting to grab her phone off his nightstand and stand up, stretching out her muscles afterwards.

Dean propped himself up on his elbows. "And where are you going?"

Miranda raised an eyebrow as she circled his bed. "Home. I'm late for work, again, cause of you mister."

The copper blonde dropped back, steepling his hands behind his head.

"You should stay," He simply stated. Miranda studied him and he shrugged.

Narrowing her eyes she pursed her lips, deep in thought.

Was he serious?

As tempting as the offer was she wasn't so sure and she didn't quite know if they were there in whatever this was.

"Rain check," She mumbled as she gathered her robe that had somehow found it's way onto the floor hours before.

Dean gave her a dark grin.

Yeah, this was far from over.

Thirty minutes later and on the road making her way to work, Miranda yawned as she brought her Dunkin Donuts coffee up to her lips.

She really wasn't feeling today.

She had only gotten 3 and a half hours of sleep at the most and she was longing to stay in bed...maybe share one with a certain person some more.

She was seriously gonna tell off Tracy if she ever saw her again. Who went and partied in the middle of the week?! Not to mention she left her to fend for herself. Yes she had checked to make sure she'd be alright with it but still!

Miranda was just hopping into her car after stopping to grab some gum from a nearby gas station when her phone beeped signalling a message.

Tracy: Hey! So how'd it go last night? A side smirk emoji followed the message.

Miranda glanced up at the clock taking note of the time and shook her head with a semi amused smirk. 'Ah..so the sleeping beauty awakens,' She thought.

Miranda: Well look who it is! I should be asking you how *your* night went. How goes it?

'And how did you get my number?'

It took a minute but Tracy finally responded as Miranda fired up her car.

Tracy: Eh...it went. The two bozos I left with were nothing but a pair of losers. Had some loser friends who just wanted to sit around and play video games and smoke weed. Boring!I was looking for a wee bit of fun, maybe a good lay or two but nope.

Miranda snickered at her phone and shook her head. Well, she could have told her last night that those two looked a bit young...but oh well.

Miranda pulled out of the parking lot and was guzzling down the rest of her drink when her phone dinged again.

Dean: It's boring. I'm bored and you shouldn't have left. I'd rather have your sexy ass here than lie around wondering what to do next.

The brunette smiled and was deciding on how to respond when she came up on her turn to finish her trek to work. She bit at her lip.

'Yay? Nay? Come on Miranda, decide now!'

Passing by her exit Miranda cringed a bit as her work building loomed beside her and disappeared out of sight as she sped by.

'Hooky it is.'

Pulling out her phone, Miranda dialed the front desk to let them know she wasn't able to make it today but that she'd be willing to stay extra if needed on the weekend and tomorrow.

Definitely had to make it up to her patients and she needed the hours.

Dean groaned as he stood up from his couch, the muscles in his neck and back popping as he stretched staring at the tv absently.

So far all he had come up with to do was plop himself down in front of his tv, which he really hadn't been paying all that much attention to for the past fifteen minutes.

Thoughts of the beautiful brunette from across the way kept running through his brain.

This was different, no doubt about it yet...it was a welcoming different. The things she had done to him with her mouth earlier. The way she felt on his lips and tongue...He had to have more.

Hell, he planned on it!

If he didn't watch himself he just might get hooked and he wasn't so sure that was the best thing...

Grabbing a bottle of Gatorade, Dean was contemplating jogging around the corner to nearby gas station to grab some essentials for breakfast when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Delivery," A soft, feminine voice rang out.

Frowning, Dean quickly made his way over and opened the door, letting out a small chuckle as he saw Miranda standing there saddled down with bags. A delicious aroma wafted up to greet him and his stomach growled. She stared at him in amusement and he grabbed at her without thought, tugging her into the apartment.

"Just in time, Bambi. Get in here and feed me," He said with a grin.

No words were spoken for quite some time as the two worked on filling their bellies, grabbing what needed to be grabbed by the other, small smiles and winks exchanged as they ate.

It was another couple of minutes before Dean spoke up, not able to handle the silence much longer.

"So I thought you had work," He asked, looking up at her just as he stuffed his face full of pancake.

Miranda shrugged with a slight blush.

"I did but…"She shrugged again. "Got enough vacation built up and I did have all that overtime earlier this week so…" She trailed off and took a bite out of her bacon.

Dean gave her a smirk and picked up a couple of forkfuls of eggs.

"Well," He said after another moment of silence. "Thank you for this," He motioned towards his food with the tip of his fork.

"It's no problem," She murmured softly.

It was way different being in his presence without all the sexual tension these two seemed to radiate when around each other.

"So I gotta ask..."

Miranda watched Dean as he chewed on his food, staring into his kitchen in thought.

"That guy last night," He scowled a bit. "Were you two gonna fuck or something?"

The brashness of his words and his nonchalant attitude surprised Miranda who couldn't help but pause, spoon up to her mouth, applesauce hanging from it, nearly dripping back down into the carton. She blinked.

"Um…"

Dean looked slightly apologetic before he turned to look at her his emotions back in place. "I mean...I need to know if you need me to back off or something because I'd rather not step into shit and have to fight or anything."

Miranda sighed, closing her eyes. "No, Dean. That guy…Tony, he was just really sweet to me, I had fun. We danced, we laughed, I planned on kissing him goodnight and dropping into my bed, alone." She stared at him pointedly.

Dean tried not to respond to the part about her kissing another dude but couldn't help but cringe. He stared at her for a moment before he started chugging on his juice.

"Can I ask you something," Miranda puzzled, hesitantly.

Dean gave a quick nod.

"What about you and Renee? You two seemed close."

Now it was Dean's turn to sigh.

"Renee and I….Look, I was fucking stupid that night ok? I hadn't heard from you in awhile and I was feeling kinda pepped up from earlier in the night and I just acted completely dumb after drinking myself silly. I thought, well hell, if she doesn't want to talk to me, I'll find someone who does."

Miranda watched his profile. "But I did talk to you. I thought your message from earlier was funny. You saw my messages...the pictures, right?"

Dean stabbed at his hash browns, gritting his teeth. "Yeah," He gruffed. "After the fact."

"Sorry," she responded softly.

The copper blonde nearly tore a hole in the Styrofoam as he dug at the last of his pancake. Miranda turned away, shaking her head wanting to finish her food in peace. He was the one that brought it up, he was the one that wanted to talk...yet here he was mad at her and closing himself off.

"God damn it," He exclaimed, dropping his fork after another stab at the container. "It's not fucking you, Miranda! It's me ok? I do this. I'm the screw up."

Miranda's brow furrowed. "Wha-"

"I sometimes react stupidly to things and this was no exception. I don't take someone ignoring me well," He held up his hand when he saw Miranda open her mouth to respond. "Wait. I mean please. I'm sorry about the other night Bambi, I ended up responding to her...she was hanging all over me all night and because of everything I took her back to her room and we.." He watched Miranda's eyes widen in what he didn't know but for sake of sanity and to get all this shit out he continued on. "We kissed, we made out or whatever, some clothes were pulled off but…"He looked up to see Miranda watching him intently.

"And then," She urged.

Dean frowned. "No and then, that was it. I pulled back. It wasn't-" He snapped his lips shut almost as if what he wanted to say was forbidden.

Miranda tilted her head but didn't push as she noticed Dean's tense posture. She could see he was uncomfortable and as much as she wanted to know everything she knew she needed to back off for now.

He didn't sleep with her. That much he had let her know the night before, a bit more right now.

Biting at her lip she looked from Dean to gulp at her drink, trying to get the lump that had formed in her throat to go down. She glanced at him for a couple of seconds then at at his food.

"Ok, how can you stand all that on your pancake? There is way too much going on there," She blurted out and Dean looked up from his food curiously.

"What?"

She pointed towards his pancake piled high with the rest of his food. Chocolate chips, bits of peaches and whipped cream, hash browns and the rest of his sausage link. If she wasn't mistaken she could swear she could see the rest of his eggs on there all of it covered in new syrup.

She laughed and he grinned.

"What? It's the perfect combination! You have your salty and sweet and I got tired of picking what to go for next. You got it all together..all going in the same place," Dean punctuated his sentence with a belly rub and Miranda shook her head with a smile.

"Here, try some," Dean said, holding up a forkful of the weird concoction.

Miranda shook her head. "No, I think I'm good," She answered with a small laugh, pushing at Dean's hand.

"Try," Dean demanded with a laugh of his own. "Open up," He said pushing at her lips with the fork. "Didn't have any problems with that this morning."

Miranda gasped, her mouth dropping open in shock. "Dean!"

Dean used that to his advantage and shoved the food into her mouth with a wide smile.

Miranda glared at him playfully and slowly started to chew on the food her eyes lightening up in surprise a moment later. What do you know, it actually was pretty good.

She finished up and a yawn overtook her. She rubbed at a eye and closed up her carton, gathering her junk. "Well, I guess I better head out. Turns out those few hours have caught up with me. Why not take advantage right?" She moved around, looking for Dean's trash can and had a little "ah ha" moment before she worked on cleaning up and grabbing other items off the bar top.

Dean raised an eyebrow after she closed up his empty container and discarded his stuff too, briefly wiping down his counter.

"Habit," She admitted.

After she was finished she turned to eye him, the silence between them a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have to leave," Dean spoke up softly. "Well at least not right now."

Miranda gave him a look. "Not sure how much energy I have for anything sexual right now, Dean."

Dean shook his head, frowning. "No, stop." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. "Sides I always have my hand for that."

Miranda blushed. Now that would be something to watch.

"Lay," Dean demanded, pointing at his bed, giving her a sheepish shrug when the petite woman looked at him in disbelief. "We did it earlier. I'm rather beat and I know you need some sleep. Why not? Just stay ok. I kinda enjoyed it," He admitted with a scratch at the back of his neck.

Miranda smiled warmly at Dean and climbed up into bed, settling in once Dean dropped back onto his back. She looked over at him unsure and he stared back.

"Don't be afraid to undress on my account," He wiggled his eyebrows. "Kinda seen it all in bits and pieces."

The brunette groaned and moved to lay her head on his chest. "Really?"

"I'm just saying," He laughed before he pulled her close. "Now sleep woman, you have kept me up way too much today."

Miranda shook her head before she felt herself drifting off to sleep a happy smile on her face.