Chapter Seventy Four. Some fun in this one. I hope you like it!

Smackdown: May 9, 2014/Monday Night Raw: May 12, 2014

Dean sighed as he made his through the hallway. A grumble came from him as he spotted Seth standing in front of one of the backstage screens. He glanced over the man's shoulder to see Roman standing up on the ropes, holding his stomach as Angel stood under him clapping his hands.

"How did it go?" He asked feeling a little bad for not watching his best friend's match.

"It was fifty, fifty." Seth answered shrugging his shoulders. "But the Big Man came out on top." He said turning towards him. "So, where have you been." There was a knocking smirk on his face as the man's eyes dropped downwards.

Dean followed his eyes to see that he had accidently left his belt undone. He cleared his throat as he fixed his belt. "You know…"

"Jesus Dean." Seth shook his head. "You know we're at work, right?"

"Why does everyone keep reminding me about that?"

"Because you're sick."

Dean shook his head as he dug into his pocket to pull out a piece of gum. "It was either take a moment to work myself over or walk around with a boner that was very visible though my jeans." He popped the gum into his mouth.

"Maybe you wouldn't have the problem if you didn't drag your girlfriend off into a dark corner. Then you would need to have to hide a boner in your tight jeans that we all know you only wear to show off that ass of yours."

Dean smirked. "Come on, you know even if I wore the baggiest pants it still wouldn't hide this great ass." He gave himself a smack.

Seth shook his head and pushed him back a bit. "Let's get that great ass of yours to the gorilla to help out our brother."

By the time both of them got to the gorilla Roman as standing there, leaning on Angel who was struggling to keep on her feet, especially when Roman turned to talk to a crew member.

"Hey, slow down there." Seth laughed as he moved around to Roman's far side. "You're going to knock down Angel."

The Samoan laughed as he turned towards Angel who was snaking her away from him. "Sorry, Babygirl."

As she smiled at him, Dean noticed the same medic that looked over him, walking up to Roman. "Roman." The medic said sounding like he was ready for another fight. "Shall we take a look at those ribs?"

Roman snickered. "Nah…I'm alright…Just a little sore."

"If I had to do it, so do you." Dean barked out quickly.

A smirk came to his face as he heard Roman sigh. "Fine."

The medic's face seemed to light up slightly as he placed a hand on Roman's shoulder. "I need you to come with me." He said gesturing towards the trainers' room.

"Good luck!" Dean called as he watched Seth help lug Roman away. He went to follow behind the two men when he heard an exhausted sigh come from beside him.

Glancing down, he saw Angel standing there looking uncomfortable as she shifted her weight around slightly. "You alright there, Darling?"

She nodded her head. "My ankle acting up a bit." She gave rolled her foot, grimacing as she did.

"Angel." He scoffed as he quickly led her over to the nearest place to sit. "You're allowed to take a rest if you're in pain." He told her as he forced her to sit.

"It only started to act up when I was trying to get Roman out of the ring." She tried to justify herself.

Shaking his head, Dean dropped to his knee in front of her and grabbed her sore ankle. "Why the hell would you try and lug Roman's heavy ass up the ramp if you were hurting?"

She shrugged as she batted those damn eyelashes. "I just wanted to help."

"I know." He undid the laces on her boot. "But sometimes you need to look after yourself." He carefully pulled her boot and sock off to look at her slowly healing ankle. The bruise was nowhere near as dark as it was a couple of days ago. Thank god. Her skin which was one almost black was now a yellow, greenish color that he knew meant it was healing.

He ran a finger over the healthy skin around the bruised and smirked when her foot twitch. Looking up at her, he saw her face was flushed with a pink tint that told him everything he needed to know.

When her eyes met his, he raised a brow and chomped on his gum. He ran his finger back over the spot and she practically jumped out of the chair. "Dean, please."

He had to hold in the groan that was trying to work its way up his throat. There was just something about her begging him while she was on his knees that made him want to groan. "What?" He teased as he ran his finger alone her again.

"S-stop."

"Stop what? I'm just checking your foot."

"No, you're not." She had to stop herself from laughing as he did it again. "Stop." She kicked her good foot, which he caught before it hit him in the arm.

"Easy, darling. You might hurt someone." He glanced up at her to see that pink tint had now turned red. It was then he realized what sort of position they were in. He was she was sitting on a chair, with her face flushed, holding the sides of her seat trying to stop herself from falling over, while he knelt in on the ground in front of her, with one leg in each hand.

God the thoughts and ideas that ran through his mind made him dizzy. And as much as he would love to keep teasing her like this, he also knew that if someone did see them like this, she could be mortified.

"It's healing nicely." He sighed as he rolled her sock back up onto her foot and handed her, her boot. "Does it hurt as much?" He patted her leg and sat up.

She shook her head. "Only when I step funny or when I whack it off of something."

"Why are you whacking it off of things?" He played with the piece of gum in his mouth.

"I didn't do it on purpose." She sighed. "I was trying to walk around the ring and hit the steel steps." She mumbled.

"Those steel steps will jump out and bite ya." He said rubbing his back where he had hit those steps on Monday.

Which she noticed instantly as those hazel eyes fell to check over him. "Speaking of that, how are you feeling?"

He hated the timid tone that she had but understood it. "In fine." He gave her a hard look in her eyes before moving to lean against the wall next to her. "Ribs are still a little sore…my pride too but other than that…I'm alright." He smirked as he thought about his time alone that he had once she left the dark office. "Thanks to you."

A small proud smile came to her face as she put her boot back on. Though the smile fell as she dropped her foot and stretched in the seat. "God, it feels like this night's been going on forever."

Dean nodded. "And yet we still can't relax." He pointed out. Seth's match was him vs Batista. And know Evolution and the Authority this wasn't going to a simple one on one. There was no way.

…

"Keep on your toes." Roman told Seth who was wetting down his hair. "Keep moving. Keep your eyes peeled for any surprise attacks."

Seth whipped his hair back. "I got it."

"And make sure to keep this one out of trouble." Roman said as he messed up Angel's hair.

The woman turned around and gave the big man a glare before trying to right the mess. "I'll be fine." She rolled her eyes.

Dean stepped up and clapped his friend on the back. "We'll keep a close watch to make sure nothing funny happens." He told him as he turned towards Angel. "Angel, remember…"

"WrestleMania rules." She finished for him. "I know."

"Are you actually going to listen to them this time?" He crossed his arms over his chest as she put on a face like she was truly thinking about it.

"Maybe."

Sighing, Dean pulled her into his chest. "At least try to say away from Batista."

"Seth, are you ready?" The crew member who was supposed to escort the two of them to the top entrance called.

Seth turned around and nodded before giving both him and Roman a high five. "Time to rock and roll." He hyped himself up.

"Good luck out there my man."

"Bring the house down like you always do." Dean said as he felt Angel pulling in his arm. After a moment of her struggling, he gave a chuckle and let her go. Once free, she straightened herself and made a huge show of the huff that she let out.

"Shall we?" She looked up at Seth who nodded his head.

Just as Angel was about to walk away Dean have her a slap on the ass making her jump. "Be good."

Gasping, she spun around on her good heel and glared. 'I could say that same to you."

"Me? I'm always good." He winked.

"Save the flirting until after the match, please." Roman said with a small chuckle in his voice.

Dean chuckled back at his friend as he watched Seth and Angel make their way into the loud and roaring public area of the arena. He hated that he wasn't allowed to go with them. Hated being on the side lines but the Authority got what they wanted and that was each member of the Shield on a platter served up with a smile.

So far, they had only gotten half their wish…Dean had lost and Roman had won. Now it was time for Seth to sway the battle and since the score was one all he had a feeling that the Authority had something up their sleeves.

Which made him hate all the more that he was letting Angel go out there without him. Seth better keep her safe. He said hating himself for threating his brother-in-arms.

Straddling themselves up at a TV backstage and scaring away all the crew member around, he and Roman sat down to watch Seth's match. And the match was hard to watch. Seth and Batista exchanged blow after blow while Angel ran around the outside of the ring, not listing in the slightest to the stay in the corner rule. But Dean almost expected that.

"Why do I even bother." He sighed as he watched Angel run over to Seth to check on the man after a rather brutal hit.

Roman laughed. "Because you like to waste your breath."

Both men stopped and looked at each other as Seth flipped himself just like normal, sending Batista into the metal post. Only thing is they could care less about the 'Animal' they were worried about their friend who would normally land on his feet during that move, only this time he landed on his hands and knees.

"Boy he's really feeling it." Dean whistled.

"Are we all." Roman rubbed his stomach.

On the screen Seth used the ropes on the far side to pick himself up.

"Oh, come on!" Dean growled when the camera went back to Batista getting up from the corner. "Who the fuck cares about him…" Just one of the things he hated about watching a match on the TV. He couldn't control where to look…the Authority did.

Seth's battle cry drew whoever was in the production truck to turn the camera's back to the wide show, just in time to see Seth racing across the ring to plow right into Batista. The man then took off to hit him once more.

After a few punches in the gut and the ref telling Seth to pull Batista out of the corner, Seth let up on the man and backed away slowly. Looking like he was trying to calm down. Something was off with Seth…and it wasn't just the injuries, but Dean couldn't place it.

"There you go Seth!" The mics picked up Angel screaming as Seth hit Batista with a slingblade. "Keep it up." She patted the apron.

"Look at her." Roman laughed as he pointed to where Angel was standing on the screen. "Can you believe it wasn't that long ago when she wouldn't even walk up to the apron without someone tell her too?"

Dean shook his head as he thought back to then. "She's certainly has come out of her shell."

Roman gave a hearty laugh. "She didn't just come out of her shell, she shattered that shell and didn't look back."

"SPINBUSTER!" Cole yelled through the speakers as Seth hit the mat.

"Fuck."

"Come on man."

Dean knew that both of them were itching to get out there. They were prepared for anything that Evolution or the Authority had to throw at them. To the point they had taken up residency near the gorilla this time just in case they needed to run out. But they couldn't see a sign that anything was going to happen.

Batista didn't seem overconfident; Randy and Hunter were nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed normal. Which didn't sit right with him.

Dean's eyes ran around the screen as Batista called for his finisher and set Seth up for the Batista Bomb. Though as soon as Seth was up on the man's shoulder, he started to wail into him not letting up until Batista was forced to let him go.

"That's my boy!" Roman got hyped as Seth jumped and kicked Batista in the back of the head, making him tumble out of the ring. As the ref started to count, Seth got to his feet and made his way up to the top rope.

"What are you doing?" Dean questioned. This wasn't a time to go high risk. Both him and Batista were pretty badly beaten up and there wasn't a clear-cut winner here. "Seth don't push yourself." He called as the man on the screen leaped off the ropes.

Horror filled Dean as he as he watched Batista sidestep at the last second and used his own strength to smash Seth head-first into the table.

"Shit."

"Oh god."

"SETH!" Angel's voice pierced the speakers as the woman came running as fast as she could around the ring. "Seth!" She knelt down beside the man who was face down on the floor.

Dean watched as Angel checked over his friend, trying to get him to respond to him at all. Sure, he had a few Brogue kicks to the head but how hasn't. But the way he connected to the table and the way he wasn't moving at all made him feel sick.

"Your winner by count out! Batista!" Lilian Garcia called as the ref called for the bell.

Not a word was said between him and Roman as they both got up and made their way towards the gorilla. Both of them knew that Angel was going to have a hard time getting Seth backstage by herself.

A.A.A

Angel's blood run cold as she watched the trainers, Dean and Roman checking over Seth how laid in the ring on his back. After that nasty hit against the announcers' table, Batista decided that a count out was good enough and grabbed Seth and hit him with a Batista Bomb square in the middle of the ring.

The took a deep breath and world around her fell away and her body seemed to take over itself. She didn't realize that she had made her way over to the announce table until she was found herself standing there holding a mic in her hand.

Her hands shaking, she turned herself towards the ring. "I bet you think this is funny!" Her voice came out in a whispered yell. "Don't you, Hunter, Stephanie? You're probably laughing in the production truck as you watched other people do your bidding. Because you're too much of a coward to do it yourself!" The words poured from her as if they were rehearsed. "You talk about the king of kings and I'll tell you one thing, you must be a king because just like a real one, you sent your soldiers out to the slaughter while you sit on your throne. First nineteen men, then the Wyatts, now Sheamus and Mark Henry. Everyone knows that the only reason you had Batista out here facing Seth was because he was the one that ate the pin on Sunday, and you were punishing him. Not because you have any integrity."

She took a deep breath as she glanced back at the men behind her. "These men beat Evolution fair and square on Sunday and the next day they were in two brutal matches, while you were licking your wounds at home. Now as for Stephanie, you get a pass because you're not a wrestler, you're just Daddy's little girl, but Hunter you've grown weak."

She pointed as the men in the ring who were looking at her like she grown another head. "These men right here fight every day in your ring, for your show, to entertain your fans…you know like you used to." She smirked. "This war is far from over and kings might start wars, but soldiers are the ones who end them."

She tossed the mic away and quickly made her way up into the ring where Roman and Dean were holding Seth up onto his feet.

"Nicely said, Babygirl." Roman smirked as her as he clapped her on the shoulder.

When she looked up at him, she wanted to smile. Wanted to show him that she was happy that he liked her promo but she couldn't.

She was sick of watching the Authority slash Evolution get away with everything just because Hunter was the COO.

"Oh boy." Seth laughed even as he held his head. "Looks like Evolution just made a huge mistake."

"What's that?" Roman asked as he looked back at his teammate.

"They pissed off Angel."

Angel felt all three men look down at her as the show went off air and they were shoed from the ring. There was still the main event tonight, but the four of them could care less about that. She knew as much as Seth joked, as much as Roman tried to play it off and as much as Dean seemed calm, there was a fire in their blood that wasn't going to be extinguished.

…

"Fuck!" Dean groaned as he kicked the hotel door open and sauntered in like he had a song playing in his head. Something which she was pretty sure was a real thing. The man had been both angry and jolly since he got some alcohol in him and she wasn't sure which one was the truth.

At least he wasn't as far gone as he was one Monday, he would joke, would smile and laugh but little things seemed to set him off faster than she had ever seen. The bartender served her the wrong drink and it almost ended with Dean being tossed out on his ass for threatening the man's life. The only thing that stopped that was the fact that Seth and Roman were both smooth talkers.

Sighing, she walked into the room and let the door close slowly behind her, trying not to disturb any of the other guests more than Dean already had. Though all her hard work went unnoticed as Dean then threw his bag on the table making a horrible noise.

"Sh….Dean it's two in the morning." She reminded him.

"So?" He glanced over his shoulder.

"People are trying to sleep."

Dean drew his brows together and shrugged. "Fuck 'em"

She sighed as he made a point to stomp off to the bathroom. Giving her head a shake, Angel made her way over to her bad and pulled out something to wear to bed. She was tired and they all had flights in the morning that took them home for the weekend before their big flights out for their European tour.

Another sigh came from her as she thought about all the stuff she still had to get ready for their tour. She had already booked their flights and hotel rooms, but she still needed to check over all the interviews and making sure the boys had the right matches for each night.

Trying to get her mind off the incoming load of work, she carefully stepped up next to the bed, she sat down. Slowly, she unlaced her boots, took off her socks, gave her ankle a look over before, before standing up so that she could take off her pants, followed by her shirt.

As soon as she was just in her underwear and bra, she felt two strong arms wrap around her, making her jump slightly as she was pulled into a warm embrace. How was someone as large as Dean so light on his feet when he wanted to be.

"May I help you?" She laughed as she twisted herself, trying to get a glance at the man behind her.

"Couldn't stop myself." He mumbled into her hair. "Not when you're standing there looking so god damn good." She felt him smirk. "Have I told you what a gorgeous ass you have."

Heat poured into her face. "I don't think so."

"Well you do." He said as he pulled her closer to him until every inch of their bodies touched. "God, it's heavenly."

She shook her head at him. "I wouldn't say that."

"Oh, but it is." He told her. "Sometimes I find myself dazing off as I watch you walk around backstage. Those black jeans clinging to you…." His voice dropped lower as he trailed off.

She went to say something to him about what he had just confessed to but then she really couldn't. There had been more than one time when she found herself staring at his ass. Especially while at the gym or in the ring.

"Don't worry, I know." He chuckled as he leaned down so that his mouth was right next to her ear.

"Know what?" She inhaled sharply as his hot breath hit her.

"That I'm not the only one who likes to stare." She blushed as Dean chuckled and let her go.

Cold rushed her as she watched the man make his way over his bag only to grumble as he kicked the chair out of his way. Before turning back around he grabbed out a pair of sweats.

"Are you going to stand there all night like that." He said gesturing to her. "Not that I mind, but you might get a little cold."

Without her mind even giving herself time to think about what she was about to say, the words spilled from her lips. "Then you'll just have to keep me warm."

Dean's eyes widened just briefly as he looked down at her seeming to forget his sweatpants. "I'll always keep you warm." He smirked as he stepped closer and held her once more.

Just like that his lips were on hers and the cold that was washing over her body was replaced with a heat that poured into her from every place Dean touched her. Her arms, her stomach, her lips and even where their knees touched.

Dean hummed against her lips before pulling away slightly. "You really can't come over this weekend."

She smiled as she shook her head. "Dean, you get me every day for next two weeks. And I haven't been home for a bit."

She felt Dean's warm breath as he sighed. "Fine."

"It's only two days."

"Yeah but it could be two days alone."

"Next time."

He nodded. "Next time."

A sudden chill ran down Angel's spine reminding her that she was just in her underwear. "Can I get dressed, now."

"I thought you wanted me to keep your warm."

"Yeah, but I'm really cold." She shivered.

Dean chuckled before giving her a peck on her lips and let her out of his arms. "Can't have that, now can we?"

She shook her head as she quickly threw on her night shirt and bottoms. When she was finished as she practically jumped into the bed next to where Dean had made himself at home. She heard him chuckle as she snuggled up next to him.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him as she looked up at him through her lashes.

"Sore." He answered honestly. "But ok."

"If you're sore right now, how are you going to get through the tour?"

"The same way I always do." He winked at her. "Lots and lots of booze."

She shook her head. "Maybe I'll pick up some more Epson Salt while I'm home."

"A yes the magic bath salts."

"Don't day it like that." She told him. "That sounds like drugs."

"Now there's a real idea."

"Dean."

"I'm joking." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to his chest.

"You better be, I mean we're not going to Amsterdam or anything." She said as she tried to subtlety inhale his scent.

"So, are you saying that it would be fine if we were?" He chuckled.

"No. Well at least not while we're on a work trip." She said honestly not sure what she would do if she went to Amsterdam with him for just fun.

She felt the deep breath Dean took as he readjusted his spot on the bed a bit. "God, Monday is going to suck."

Angel cranked her head up to see his face. "Why do you say that?"

"I just know the Authority is going to say something about me losing my rematch." He patted her hand that was resting on his chest. "And I'm sure they're going to have something to say about your little promo."

"Oh yeah." She bit her lip. In the moment she couldn't stop the words pour out of her mouth, but now that it was all over; she kind of regretted it. Not because she took back anything that she said, no. She meant it all. But she wasn't sure how the Authority was going to react to it. They were already being screwed over. And they already took away her ability to do her job well. What was left for them to take away? How else could they hurt them.

She didn't want to think about it.

"Hey." Dean voice dropped low. "Don't you be biting that lip of yours when you're not thinking about me." He warned her. "That's just cruel."

She picked her head up at him and grinned slightly. "Sorry."

"Don't be." He petted her head. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Just like you said, Monday is going to suck."

"Yep." He popped the 'p'. "But we'll survive, just like always." He grabbed a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his hand. "Though, I have to say that your promo was a thing of beauty. A real turn on." She blushed as she watched him bring her hair up to his mouth to give it a kiss and inhale her scent.

"Really?" Her breath was caught in her throat.

"Yeah." He dropped her hair and placed that hand around her waist. "You're sexy when your mad… Just as long as it's not at me." He cleared his throat.

She shook her head. "How is anyone sexy when they're mad?"

"I mean, your sexy all the time." He winked at her. "But when you get angry you seem to forget yourself. Seem to lose what is left of that shy exterior and then… you uh, let the true you shine through." Angel gasped as Dean without any effort moved her so that she was straddling him. "It's enough to get me going. In fact, if I hadn't already… taken care of myself I would have lost it and probably attacked you in the ring."

She blinked down at the man as she placed both hands on his chest to hold herself up. She tried to register what he had said, but her mind was racing. The last time she was in this position…

"Angel?" His voice rasped. "You're biting your lip again. You better be thinking of me this time."

She was. "Um."

That breath-taking smirk appeared on his face so wide that his dimples came out in full effect and boy did they affect her. "What's on your mind, Darlin'"

"N-nothing."

He tsked as her. "Don't lie to me."

She knew that she wasn't about to get away with not tell him, so why fight it. "Um…It's just the last time…we were…like this…." Her voice trailed off.

A chuckle resonated from Dean's chest as his hands gripped her hips tightly. "Ah, well get used to this, baby. I like you here like this." He rolled his hips against her making her gasp. "I like you here every much."

D.D.D.

Dean groaned as he looked up at the woman sitting on top of him. She was breath taking, the way she propped herself up with her hands on his chest, the way he could see her face turning red with each second and he didn't even want to think about the way she bit that fucking lip of hers.

Not able to stop himself he ground himself into her slightly as he looked at the heavenly sight. The only thing that could make this better would be if her top was off and he could see those pretty little tits.

His control faltered for a moment when he realized just how easy it would be to just rip that top right off her. But he didn't want to push her. He could see just how awkward she was feeling while sitting on him like this.

"Dean?" Her voice made him trail from her sexy little boy up to her face to see that she had cocked her head, letting all her hair fall to one side.

"What? He asked as he tucked a falling strain behind her ear.

"Doesn't this hurt you're ribs?" She asked trying her best to put the little weight that was on him onto her legs.

He grabbed her hips and made her sit fully on him, which made her rub him though his pants He groaned, and she gasped at the same time as their eyes met. "You don't weigh enough to hurt me." He tired his hardest not to let his voice break.

"Are you sure."

"Damn sure. I rather you stay right where you are." He said as he made her move against him again, smirking when she inhaled sharply. "Do you want to get off?"

Angel's face twisted in such a way that told him, she realized his double meaning. "Um…I don't know how to answer that."

He shook her head. "I'll let you get off….me if you want." He gripped her tights hard. "Or if you want, I'll let you get off." He emphases his woods by moving her back and forth until her mouth feel open and her breathing grew heavy. "Your choice."

Those hazel eyes landed on his face hard as she tried to catch her breath. Though not a word was said, she held his gaze as she slowly drew her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it.

Oh god. His eyes rolled into the bath of his head as he felt her starting to move on her own. It was a slow almost agonizing pace as first but as she grew more confident, she picked up the pace.

"Keep that…keep that up Darlin' and I'm going to make a mess in my sweats." He warned her. He didn't really want to her to stop but he wanted to at least warn her. "God, Angel." His voice broke as she spread her legs more so that she could press down on him harder.

Letting out a curse, Dean couldn't stop himself from reaching up and slipping his hands under her shirt. He tried to concentrate on the feeling of her smooth skin against his fingertips as he traced over her ribs and up to her chest. When his finger's grazed under her breast, his mind went into a frenzy and he pulled her top up as far as he could.

He moaned. He was right. The only thing that could have made this better was seeing her tits. And boy did it make it better. Without hesitation he reached up and grabbed those prefect mounds in his hand.

He felt and heard as Angel's breath caught in her throat as he gave her a small squeezed. "Something wrong?" He rolled a nipple between his fingers.

"N-no." She shook her head.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "Because you've stopped that wonderful friction." Angel nodded her head as she tried her hardest to start moving again. "There you go, baby." Encourage her as he petted and play with her.

Dean let himself get lost in the sensation was he touched her anywhere he could. He quickly stopped worrying about he mess that he was about to make. He only cared about one thing, and it was seeing the look of bliss on the woman sitting on him face.

It had been over a week since he had seen the look he was craving on her face and wasn't that just too damn long.

As he dropped his hands to her hips to right that wrong, her hands moved as well. Dean cocked his head as he watched them slide down his stomach to the bottom on his shirt. She fumbled a bit, before sliding both of them back up underneath the cloth.

His body moved on its own, arching up to her soft touched as she made her way back up to rest them on his pecks. Her nails scrapped against his skin and god be damned he shuttered at the feeling.

He was still baffled on how this woman could have him acting like some unexperienced brat. But she could. Every touch, every kiss, every look felt new to him. To him. The playboy, the ladies' man. How could she do that?

Not being able to take anymore. Dean grabbed her tightly and flipped both of them around. Angel let out a laughing squeal as their eyes met again.

After getting readjusted into a slightly more comfortable position, they both smiled at each other, before meeting in the middle for a needy kiss.

While their mouths melted together, Dean mimicked Angel's movement and slid his hands under her shirt. She arched her back at his touch, as if trying to get them to his destination faster.

He rubbed his thumbs over them and gave each a pinch, making her gaps into his mouth. He wondered did they throb as badly as his cock? Were they driving her crazy as well?

Another pinch, another gasp and Dean slipped his tongue into her mouth and relished in the fact that she happily met him.

Knowing that he would regret it later but not caring at the moment; he kissed her with all the pent-up feeling that had been punishing him the last couple of weeks. With each sweep of his tongue, he grazed his fingers over her nipples, until she was rocking her hips, trying to feel the fiction between them again.

"God, Dean!" She gasped as he pulled away to let her catch her breath. "Please."

He knew what she wanted, because he wanted it too. Relief. The pressure in his cock was turning into pain. He raised up to his knees just long enough to pull off both their shirts. He then dropped his head to her chest, kissing all around one nipple. He could ever get enough of the taste of her skin.

Before her, he had never thought someone's skin could taste sweet. Most of the women he had been with before had tasted of dirt and sweat. But not his Angel.

"Dean…" She whimpered. "Stop teasing."

With a growl, he complied. He took her into his mouth and gave a flick with his tongue, which earned him a reward of her nails ranking into his shoulder blades.

This woman will be the end of me. He thought to himself as he tried to control himself. Key word was tried. He didn't know how, didn't know when but suddenly Angel's sweats were gone and her bare legs were wrapped around him with they both ground into each other.

Dean held himself up on his arms as he watched Angel's face twist and her body writhe. How he wanted to take her. Wanted to be inside her. But he knew he would last that long. Not to mention he would have to stop to get a condom out of his bag, and the way her legs held him tight, he knew that stopping wasn't an option.

Dropping his body against her, he captured her lips and snarled into the kiss as he moved his hips like pistons.

Soon he felt himself very close and he made the move to pull his sweats down…

Angel ripped away from the kiss and let out the sexiest cry he had ever heard as her head thrashed about on the pillow under her. Her voice went between a whisper and a cry as came. Dean watched her in total amazement. He knew that he was trying to do something but couldn't remember what that was.

That was until her hands flew up to wrap around her head, fingers digging into his scalp as she forced him down to her neck. When she let out one last cry, his body tensed, and he began to spill right into his sweats.

A.A.A

Angel let out a sigh as she came down from her high. Her entire body felt like it was on high alert as she felt everything around her. Felt the give of the mattress, the strange mix between course and softness of the hotel bedding, felt her hair sweep over her naked skin, but she could careless about all that.

Her mind fixated on the warm weight that laid above her, the raspy breathing that hit her ear, the small twitches that seemed to spasm in Dean's muscles, his soft curls that rested against her neck and chest.

Cranking her head, she tried her best to look at his face only to give up when she felt his lips on her collarbone. "Are you sure you can't come over this weekend?"

She chuckled as she ran her hands down his back. "It's only two days."

"Two days too long."

Samcoo 12: I now that groveling doesn't always need to be tender I just hope I made him grovel enough

BrookeWorm3: The rough sex will be good for the readers and hard for me to right.

Canadice: I don't mean to tease. I hope you liked this one. I hope wasn't too mean!

Skovko: He knows she offering, he's just scared. We'll see later, now won't we.

Silentmayhem: She right. Sometimes just a little smooching can turn a person's whole mood around.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad you liked it. I felt like Nikki was too obvious the choice to use and Paige isn't shy so why not.

Guest: I'm so glad you liked the chapter. I always try to add a little heat into the story when I can.

Labinnacslove: She's learning! LOl. Thanks for the review like always it helps a lot.