I know, I know...but it's long and long awaited. lol Believe me no one wanted to get this out quicker than me but finally...*finally* I have updated and I hope this gives you guys some type of feels. Let me know what you think. I love and appreciate you all. :)

(Baby when we're touching in the dark, can you feel it?...I can hear the pounding of my heart, can you feel it?...When you take my body to the stars, I believe it...Boy this love is supernatural, can you feel it?...Come, take me by the hand...Wanna cross the line, baby go ahead...Till the morning light, watch my silhouette...'Cause you know tonight, we're gonna wake the dead...Get a little bit wrong, get a little bit wild...Get a little bit high off of this love tonight...Get a little bit raw, come a little undone...Get a little bit reckless, I can't get enough - Supernatural by Ke$ha)

"So...what now," Miranda asked as she bounced one leg over the other, hands sprawled beside her. Her eyes were trained on Dean and nothing but Dean as he moved to and fro.

It was amusing really.

As soon as she made herself comfortable on the nice, sturdy, blow up mattress -sheesh how much did he spend on this thing anyway? She felt like they could roll around and bounce, have an all out party on the thing and it'd hold- the atmosphere had changed. Once they broke from their intense stare down, Dean was quick to avoid her...well, as much as he could in the enclosed space they were in.

"You sure you're alright," He questioned. "I can go get you a drink," He said right before he parked himself right next to a small cooler beside the bed.

"Dean-" Miranda started only to get cut off.

"Or maybe even a nice board game? Music? I have some books..."

Miranda tried to hold in her laughter, even going so far as to rub at a cheek telling herself not to guffaw like a fool at this man...but boy was it challenging. It was just too cute, what with Dean crawling and scooting around, eyes a bit shifty. This didn't seem like him, probably wasn't. She was tempted to grab the back of his head and bring him in, make a smart aleck remark about being full of something or guide his attention elsewhere.

Really it had been long enough. It was time to do this. They both wanted it, they were alone, there was nothing stopping them right now...

Except Dean.

She barely heard him utter something about it almost being quiet time and the smirk on her face grew.

Maybe it was time to take action herself…

'The fuck is wrong with you, you idiot? She doesn't need you jumping her first thing. Offer her a drink, a snack? No...she can't be hungry we ate over an hour ago...made a stop after that for the night. Maybe she wants a game? Why are you acting this way? It's not like this is anything new. You've fucked and moved on.' 'This isn't the same though…' "The hell it isn't!'

Dean looked up from shuffling through his bag he hadn't even realized he was in. He watched the woman cock an eyebrow and shook his head.

"Sorry," He tried. "I'm just…"

"Nervous," She finished for him with a little smirk and he narrowed his eyes.

'Trying not to be a fucking animal and just pound you straight into the fucking ground.' "No," He shook his head at her cheeky grin before continuing, , "just trying to make sure this night doesn't go crappy, that you have fun."

Both of Miranda's eyebrows rose at that. "Oh yeah? Fun, you say?"

"Ye-" Dean trailed off. He cleared his throat and turned with another head shake, dropping his bag and was in his cooler now. "Really trying to be a good guy here...instead of an animal…"

Miranda was on him in a second, a hand covering his as he rifled through the ice for something to drink, his search not going so well as he blindly looked down at the bottles and cans. He jerked when she gripped his bigger hand within her smaller one, moving it over towards some Gatorade in a corner. Another second and the brunette's chest was right up against his back and he could feel her breath on his ear as he closed his fingers around the neck of the bottle with her guidance. "Gonna need plenty of re-hydration by the time I'm through with you," She murmured, nipping at a lobe and Dean shivered for all of a second before a low groan left his lips and he turned quickly, nearly causing the female to fall backwards. His hand shot out, grabbing at a wrist, steadying her, pulling her close against him.

"Oh really? Is that right," He sang.

"It is," She nodded, biting at the corner of her bottom lip, further driving Dean crazy with her teasing.

"Woman," He outright growled, his grip tightening on her, eyes flashing but he didn't get very far before Miranda was pushing at his chest. She snatched her arm out of his grip to give him a harder shove, making him land on his ass. Hands cupped his face as she climbed over him, lips clashing with his in a hungry kiss.

"Oh fuck," Dean tried to get out but it was swallowed by the brunette's mouth as a hand abandoned his face to wrap around his neck, her backside sliding over his pelvis. She tried tugging him closer but their bodies were already flush against the others so she finally settled on draping both arms over his shoulders, digging fingertips into his back. Her mouth moved over his heatedly.

'God damn she is addictive' Dean admitted to himself as he held her close by the small of her back. His tongue ventured out to slip between her lips and seek out hers.

Miranda started a slow rock before she was abruptly picked up causing her to squeal into his mouth and his smirk against her lips had her nipping at him. She was on her back in the next second, Dean working on taking off her shirt. They lifted, lips still locked as she pushed at his and he pulled up hers and they broke to take a breath and toss the clothing aside. Dean's eyes roved over her chest and widened, taking in the special lace adorned satin sitting atop the woman's chest.

'This is barely covering her tits!'

He admired the material curved over her shoulders, propping up her breasts. The only thing really covering anything was the straps and all it covered was her nips, leaving the rest of her skin on display.

"Mmm…This all for me," He hummed, fingering a strap. Miranda simply nodded pushing towards Dean, her chest heaving, mouth slightly parted, wanting anything, needing everything.

Dean quickly slipped a strap aside exposing her dark bud and grinned, pulling back to drop and tease her with soft licks, making her shudder. His eyes bore into hers as he sucked the peak into his mouth, flicking at the other strap, baring the rest of her. He grinned as he moved to her other, capturing the former in between his thumb and middle finger giving it a pinch. Miranda arched towards him with a groan.

"Dean," She mumbled.

As hot as the start of this foreplay was, Dean's steely eyes never leaving her brown, Miranda had to have more.

Her hands grabbed at his shoulders venturing down to leave scratches down his chest and further before she boldly cupped his jean clad length. Dean gasped and pushed into her hand and she licked her lips rubbing him heavily.

"Shit, Miranda," He huffed, slowly pulling back from her eager exploring. "The clothes have got to go darlin'. I'm hard as a rock right now and honestly all this teasing is only gonna make me crazy."

Miranda's eyes met his as she worked on unbuttoning his jeans, her eyes shining in excitement. He quickly worked on her's, only stopping to pull her belt through the loops causing a loud snap, making both him and the woman laugh.

"Now who's eager," She teased as he tossed it aside carelessly and quickly unzipped and tugged at her pants while she reached into his open jeans, pushing them down with her forearms, her hands buried in the back, gripping his butt. "The famous Ambooty. Finally about to see it."

She winked and Dean shook his head with a smirk, finally sharing what Miranda had been hiding from him all night.

"All fucking night with this," He hissed, running a finger over one of the three straps holding up the small bit of cloth between her legs. "Fuck."

Miranda giggled, rolling her eyes at her extremely girlish response to his excitement but didn't have time to dwell when Dean's hands cupped her breasts and his mouth met hers again. The lips moved over the others in a wet, slow dance despite their hunger for the other as he laid her back down, his lips moving past hers, down her jaw, to her neck where he licked and sucked, sure to mark her up. Miranda held onto him with a shaky sigh, arching up into him, rubbing all over his heated skin, kissing at whatever she could reach as he continued his downward trek. A kiss on her belly had her tensing up and Dean's fingers hooked into the straps of her underwear drawing it down her legs.

"Mm not fair," She whined when those too were flung somewhere in the tent. "I need to see the goods," She moaned as he palmed a thigh, pushing it to the side. His eyes hungrily feasting upon her and she nearly whimpered, her breath catching in her throat.

Dean simply gave her a dark smirk, petting at her wet skin, slowly dragging two fingers down her slick pussy back up to her nub. He pushed on it before pulling back to situate himself and quickly threw her legs over his shoulders. A whimper did leave her lips this time as her hips subconsciously lifted off the bed.

"Dean..please-"

A lone finger sliding into her silken depths made her pause and the warmth of his tongue against her bundle had her shaking. It was all too much yet not enough and she loved it!

"Shit, you're fuckin soaked, Bambi…" Dean pushed in another finger, reveling in the wetness drenching his fingers and started a slow tempo of thrusts, his tongue finally lapping at her clit with firm strokes.

All Miranda could manage was some shaky sighs and whines as he worked faster, harder.

"God so wet," He moaned, licking at his hands, swiping from his knuckles and the tips of fingers into her enticing heat. The slurps only worked at turning her on even more, bringing out more of her.

"So...much!"

Nothing prepared her for him pulling out of her only to prop her up by her backside and slip his tongue into her tight hole, her juices coating his tongue. He groaned and she gripped at his hair, the vibrations from his mouth causing her to shiver in pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Oh, Dean...god, baby! Yes!" Miranda hissed, her hips arching with Dean's working tongue. Her bouncing caused Dean to thoroughly enjoy more of her, bringing her closer and closer to her first orgasm. Her legs trembled as he gave her a couple more thrust of his tongue but quickly pulled out leaving her whimpering. A couple of broad licks up to her clit gathering everything she had and Dean pulled back, releasing his tight grip on her cheeks. Miranda quickly shot up, attacking Dean's lips with her own, tasting herself on his tongue. A hand halted her attempt at pulling down his boxers.

"No, I got those. You just relax..let me enjoy."

"Dean," Miranda ground out, giving him a good squeeze despite his grip on her wrist. "Let. Me. Touch. You." She got out in between hard pecks.

Dean gave her a smirk and shook his head. "Nah...No time for that doll. Need to be in you," He responded right before Miranda found herself spun around and Dean up against her back like she had done him earlier. He brushed her hair aside, peppering kisses down her neck, groping her chest again before giving her a smack on one of her bare cheeks making her moan.

"Oh? You like that," He questioned.

Miranda hummed, pushing back into his pelvis with a wiggle and Dean smacked at her other cheek, eyeing her ample backside between them.

"You like what you see," She teased, tongue sticking out playfully and Dean responded by giving her two more smacks, pushing her forward, making her yelp. Miranda barely caught herself, hands by her head and slowly ground her hips into him.

Well fuck admiring every inch of her. She wanted to get down to business? He could do that.

Dean abandoned his hold of Miranda's cheeks, sliding his hands up her toned back and made quick work of her bra, only helping her lift to discard it and kiss her pouty lips again.

'Can't get enough.'

His boxers followed and he playfully tapped at her skin with his cock making her huff.

"Dean, come on! In. Now."

Smirking at her eagerness Dean rubbed the head of his cock between her wet lips, circling her clit and lingered at her opening before pulling back with a grimace.

Right. Condom.

As much as he wanted to sink himself into this woman and feel every bit of her, he knew that wasn't playing it safe.

So with a minute pout he braced himself with a hand on her side, and reached with his free hand to ruffle through his bag on the floor…

He searched once, twice...Where were the fucking condoms? Pulling back he did a mental checklist not realizing he was counting out on his fingers and narrowed his eyes as he thought over everything.

No…

Surely not.

He rifled through his pants.

Mother fuck….this was some bullshit!

Noticing his unease Miranda shifted on the bed to turn and look at a pretty ruffled Dean. The grumbling and face rubbing making her frown.

"Dean..what-"

Shit. Anything he was going to say was gonna sound like an excuse or worse…

"You're not gonna believe this doll…"

"What," Miranda frowned. "Is something wrong? Are you not in the m-"

'No," Dean cut her off before she could even utter the word, the thought of that making him feel like shit. It was probably never gonna be that with her. Ever.

"I uh…" His hand scraped over his hair and down his face in distress and she saw him fidget a bit, bite at the inside of a lip. "I don't exactly have anything...you know...to protect us and stuff."

"Oh." Miranda wasn't sure she caught on to what he was talking about but it seemed it was another setback for the both of them...once again. They'd have to wait even longer to finally be able to have sex.

"Yeah…" Dean sighed. "Just our luck right?"

"What are you…" Miranda's eyes lit up in understanding and she blinked. "Oh! I uh...Ok." 'No glove? Shit. Ok. This is a problem...or is it?'

The brunette watched Dean have an internal battle with himself, tapping at his thigh, gritting his teeth. She was sure he was cursing himself out in his own head at forgetting this one thing.

"Everything but…" He mumbled and the small woman shook her head with a sympathetic smile, reaching for his hands.

"Dean...Dean it's ok," She tried. He had started to tap at his collarbone and she didn't take that as a good sign. Not bad but…"Dean, really baby...it's cool."

His head snapped towards hers. "No it's not. We have been dancing around this for weeks, Miranda and I am about to go fuckin crazy if I don't get to have you." His hands were slightly shaky in her small ones and she gave him a reassuring squeeze.

'Ok. Time to diffuse the situation before this night is ruined.'

"Did you maybe…" She felt herself blushing and wanted to freakin punch herself for it but it wasn't everyday she found herself in this situation nor thinking about it. "You wanna just um...go anyway?" His wide eyed look made her nearly bail and she lifted onto her knees giving him a slight smile, dropping a couple of light pecks on his chest. "I mean...it's not like I've been with anyone since," She hesitated here and Dean felt her tense up against him.

'Hmm.'

"...since forever. And I'm safe and all that mumble jumble."

The blonde couldn't believe his ears and if it wasn't for the woman hiding her face on him in mortification he would have pinched himself silly. Did she really say…?

"Oh nevermind. That is dumb. Just stupid and unsafe and horrific and-"

"Stop," Dean cut in, giving her a tap against her ass. "Not stupid. I'm just trying to wrap my mind around it is all doll. You sure?"

Miranda pulled back.

"I...I mean...if you want. There's nothing over here stopping me."

Dean stared at her for a long second then grinned.

"Me either. Been a long fuckin time and quite frankly you've been the only thing on my mind for far too long not to do this."

He cupped a cheek and Miranda finally let out the breath she had been holding in, her eyes fluttering at his touch.

God she really wanted this man, was craving him.

Dean's hand traveled to the back of her head as he left hungry nips on her cheek down to her neck and she gripped at his neck, let herself melt into him.

"On your back woman...was gonna take you from behind but someone had to turn themselves around."

"Well hey, I had to stop someone from having a breakdown over thinking he wasn't getting the pussy."

Dean growled and went to push at her but she was quicker and gripped his biceps easily reversing their positions, pushing him onto his back.

"I don't think so, Tiger. You first."

She climbed over him making quick work of his boxers, her eyes finally, hungrily, raking over his naked form. God she could never get enough of seeing this man's body on display.

Tucking some hair behind an ear, she ducked to lick up the underside of his bobbing length and moaned in happiness. Giving him a cheeky grin she circled her hand around him bringing him back to her mouth and swirled her tongue over his tip.

A husky groan rumbled from deep within his chest at the sight before him and the feel of her mouth and lips on his dick again. That tongue doing wonders on him just by teasing his head...wait a minute when did she sneak by and envelop him in? She was just lapping at the base of him when he reached down for her, tugging at a shoulder.

"Mir...Miranda…" A heavy suck had his thighs shaking a bit. "Fuck," He breathed. "C-Come here."

Miranda released him with a pop and stroked as she moved to hover over him, a leg propped up on one of his sides. "Alright...ok baby. I got you." She straightened him and lowered her hips, slowly taking him in. She had to take this slow, it had been a long ass time for her and Dean was no joke in the size department. She winced as she felt muscles that hadn't been used in a long time stretch to accommodate his girth and he grabbed at her hips grimacing himself. He wished he could just finish the connection and thrust up into her willing body but he knew he needed to let her do this at her own pace.

Miranda sighed and bit at a lip as she looked down on them and decided to hell with it, dropping, a yell tumbling from her lips.

"Shit! Gah! So fuckin….God Bambi," Dean exclaimed, pulling her down to kiss at her. The change of position made her quiver as she responded to his lips and tongue blissfully. Nothing, no toy, not her hands or fingers, his, could have prepared her for this. His shaft filled her up completely.

Dean was dying to pound away but rubbed at her hips and ass, pulling back to stare up at her as she slowly started to pull up from him. He wanted her as close as possible but...Oh man, the feel of her pussy wrapped around him was gonna be the death of him. He could feel it all. The heat, how wet she was and god was she wet as sin. Every ridge and how tight she held on to his dick…

She was perfect.

Miranda had abandoned her small rocks up and down his length, barely leaving his cock, to get started now, bracing herself above him to lift and lower on him and despite being good and allowing her to adjust, Dean couldn't help but push down at a cheek and thrust up into her tight core making her huff and claw at his pec in surprise.

"God, Dean," She murmured, bringing her head back down to look on him in heated desire. Her hips circled him once and she lifted, starting a nice tempo of bounces, speeding up their coupling.

"Fucking finally," He groaned, pushing the back of his head into the pillow behind him as she sped up even more, sexy little pants leaving her lips. He gripped at her hips tightly and helped her set a good pace for the both of him as he started to respond with thrusts of his own. "So damn tight...Fuck babe you're gonna wet me up all over." He really had no idea what he was saying, lost in the feel of her. He had wanted this for months now.

"You are so big," She whined but did nothing to stop riding him, gripping at a forearm as he gave her a particularly brutal thrust following a lift.

"You're just so tight darlin."

"Mmm, so good."

"Tell me about it," Dean rasped, smacking at both her cheeks making her yelp. "Pussy is just gripping my cock baby."

The sound of their fucking and the moans and groans were all the two heard for awhile as they worked at bringing the other to completion but Miranda's bouncing was losing its finesse and Dean noticed as her cries picked up and her walls tightened around him more often than not. He pulled her down, placing his forehead against hers, eyes boring into hers.

"About to cum for me," He smirked, hips pistoning into her not giving her much room to do anything but moan in his face. "Yeah..that's it. Cum all over this dick, Miranda. Give it to me."

Miranda tried to hold off but between the teasing from earlier and the talk, Dean's hips working into her at a hard and fast pace, she couldn't help but succumb and felt herself tumbling over, his name falling from her lips loudly.

"Fuck. Yeah," He rejoiced giving her a couple more thrusts before he slowed them to a stop, enjoying the shaking the brunette was doing above him. He simply held her close, kissing at a shoulder and pushed up to make her land on her back. Miranda's brows furrowed in confusion only to dance in bliss as she held on to him feeling him slide out of her only to thrust back in swift and deep. Legs now resting against his slick torso, ankles up by his face, Dean pounded the petite woman into the bed, her juices allowing him to glide in and out of her easily.

"You are covering me, Miranda...all over me...running down my thighs...How...long has it been darlin?"

Miranda felt her face heating up for a completely different reason, not just the pleasure of Dean fucking her. Should she admit…

"About th-three maybe four years...oh god, shit!"

Nails dug into Dean's working hips and he stuttered a bit, grunting as he worked her harder.

"You're...kidding me," He blew out a breath, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. Sweat dripped down onto Miranda's heaving chest, some on her face and she writhed, lifting, to push up into him.

"Faster," She urged breathlessly and Dean did just that. A couple of fingers found her aching clit and there was that sign of her about to find relief.

"Fuck Miranda! Gonna squeeze this dick to death aren't you?"

Her legs trembled and slid down his chest but she quickly wrapped them around his hips, crossing her ankles above his cheeks. She struggled to gain her bearings, her head rocking from side to side in extreme pleasure, every nerve ending on fire. She grabbed at one of his hands, trying to meet his eyes with her heavy lidded gaze and when he met her she smiled, interlocking her fingers through his. "Mmm, Dean...gonna cum again baby," She panted, grinding her hips up against him, trying to hold it together. She knew he was close, his thrusts anything but steady.

"Oh fuck!" If he wasn't close before..

He couldn't break her hold of him. He watched as her nostrils flared, her face displaying all kinds of beautiful images of pleasure before settling into a perfect o.

"Cum...Cum in me baby," She moaned. She pulled him in by his backside, her hips still working against him, little whimpers leaving her as she struggled to breathe and that was Dean's undoing.

'Damn if that wasn't the sexiest shit ever.'

His muscles tensed, his eyes narrowed as he slowed, hips still working into the soft body below him. He slowed his rubs on her clit and grabbed for her other hand just as she reached for him, his cock jerking and throbbing his release into her awaiting warmth. He grunted and somewhere through it all he felt her jolt and squeeze around him, her body bowing back as she too let go, his name a whisper this time.

"God damn," He mumbled, moving to pull back a moment later.

"Uh-uh," Miranda said, halting his movement by tightening her legs even more around his middle. "Stay."

Dean scratched at the back of his head with a little blush but ultimately shrugged and moved to drop down on her with a sigh. "You are something else, Bambi…"

"You too, stud," She returned, wrapping everything else around Dean tightly, reveling in the closeness and utter fulfillment she felt right now. Like everything was right, perfect.

Dean groaned, lifting to gather her lips with his. They parted slowly and he just stared down at her making her blink in nervousness.

"So….3 to 4 Years? Seriously? What limp dicks have you been hanging around babe?"

Miranda groaned in embarrassment, hiding her face against his neck.

"God Dean. Come on..."

"What," He questioned, signature scrunchy face in place. "I'm serious."

Miranda simply responded by pulling him down flat against her, enjoying the afterglow of everything.

"Mmm...do I have to...go," The brunette managed in between pecks to the blonde holding her close.

The two were having a hard time parting the next morning but it was a necessary evil seeing as how Dean had to return to work and well, so did Miranda.

"That was hardly long enough for any real fun."

"Well...I don't know about that," Dean wiggled his eyebrows at her. He playfully nuzzled his face into her neck with a growl, making her laugh in amusement.

The two were running off of very little sleep instead choosing to spend all night and most of the morning getting better acquainted with one another more thoroughly. It wasn't until the absolute last minute they could spare, that they finally let each other go, just long enough to get dressed and leave. Dean still had to gather the junk at the park and hop on a plane but he wanted to make sure Miranda got to work on time...for once...well kinda. Honestly he had been seconds away from begging her to take off again but he knew she had clients and times set up. Who was he in the long run of things really?

Absolute giddiness and hazes of lust were probably the only things keeping them standing right now as they simply enjoyed being in each other's presence...well that and a shit ton of coffee.

Dean was just burying a hand into her hair to pull her toward him for a searing kiss when he noticed a pair of watchful eyes on them from inside the building.

"We have company," He whispered, looking between her, the person inside and back.

Miranda shrugged. "So."

"This dude is staring," He mumbled, meeting her eager pecks and the brunette sighed, turning to see who he was talking about.

"Oh that's just Charlie. He's like my work husband...may have a bit of a crush on me."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the nosey blonde before looking down at her. "What?"

"Relax," Miranda cooed, tapping at a cheek lightly before finally backing away from Dean. "He's harmless. Sides," She lowered her voice. "I only have eyes for one man and one man only." She gave him a desirous look and Dean swore he could feel his dick jerk in his jeans. He wanted to chastise it cause honestly he had already spent most of the night and morning buried to the hilt in Miranda and shouldn't that have been enough?

"Better get in there before I throw your ass over my shoulder," Dean threatened, his eyes taking on a dark look.

He couldn't resist patting at a cheek, pulling her into the start of his erection.

"Insatiable man," She hummed, giving in to Dean's lips which may or may not have come with more than a suitable amount of tongue.

The two parted and Miranda breezed through the building, a sparkling smile on her face.

"You look happy," Charlie noted, his expression unreadable as he studied his friend.

"I am," Miranda beamed.

Man, she was making herself sick with all the damn cheeriness. But it just couldn't be helped.

"It has something to do with that hot piece of ass that dropped her off, Charlie," Debbie jumped in, stopping to gab with the two friends. "Dean frickin Ambrose...dude like..how? I thought he was with Renee?"

Miranda simply moved forward to gather her work folders following that with a trip to drop off her purse and bag in her locker in the employee's room.

Not even the mention of Dean's old flame could bring her down.

She was just tying her hair into an up do when a couple of older employees, with a small addition of younger ones, made their way toward them to clock out.

The brunette shot Charlie a curious look and he let out a deep breath, briefly glancing at the people cutting out earlier than usual. "Cut backs," He mouthed.

"What," Miranda threw back silently. Cut backs? Were they letting people go? Surely they weren't. And if they were couldn't they let them finish their shift before turning them loose? Just what in the hell was going on here? And why did it leave Miranda with a horrible feeling?

Her upbeat attitude was quickly coming to a screeching halt.

Was all this the sign of something bad to come? What goes up must come down? The up being her progress with Dean…

Ok, she needed to stop. She was already going to the extremes and didn't have all the facts to scrounge up anything.

Everything was cool. It was kosher.

She'd be ok.

She hoped...