A longer chapter for you all! And boy, does this one move quickly... you. are. welcome. *wink* And on that note, I am changing this rating to M due to that juiciness and cussing.

I do not own the Ducks or anything even remotely associated with them and I do not advertise or condone unsafe sexual practices. Remember kids, make sure you are in a very secure, long term, trusting marriage or relationship. Also... If you're too young to be reading this... you're too young to be reading this.

Julie leaned against the bar. Watching the band as she took a sip from her beer bottle, she felt a jab in her left side.

"OW!" she barked out and elbowed Luis back but the bar was too loud for anyone to hear or notice.

Not paying a bit of attention, Luis continued his conversation with Dwayne. Julie rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. At this point, no one in the group was feeling sober. The private gathering had been a great time and she knew the male ducks all liked to drink, but they had been more amped up than usual. Julie wrote it off as their excitement over the little reunion.

Connie pushed her way through the crowd as she made her way back from the bathroom, bobbing and weaving as she went, pausing periodically for the few people that just didn't see her.

"Where's Tammy?" She yelled out over the music.

Julie nodded her head and pointed with her bottle in the direction of the dance floor. "Over there with Reed!"

Both women watched for a moment as Tammy and Fulton danced around among the sea of people on the tiny dance floor. Smashed together, sweating and laughing. Connie turned and smirked at Julie as Fulton pulled Tammy close.

"Well well!"

Julie smiled back at her and shrugged her shoulders taking a sip from her bottle.

"Ladies." Portman squeezed past Charlie and Adam as he handed the two women each another round of what they were already drinking.

"Thanks Portman!" Connie replied, taking her Long Island out of his hand.

"You know I still owe you a drink from earlier." Julie leaned into his shoulder so that he could hear her over the noise level.

"Or you could just … owe me." He replied with the smuggest, flirtiest grin.

Julie giggled and pushed gently on his stomach. "You never change!"

His smile faltered a bit as he looked her right in the eyes. "That's not true."

"Oh it's not?" giving him a snotty look.

"No," he said, stone faced. "I've picked up a lot of new moves the last few years…" then he broke into a grin and couldn't keep his poker face. "I'm .. I…"

Julie started laughing at his composure. "Look at you! You can't even finish your own ass hole comment. You crack yourself up!"

Dean Portman continued to laugh, leaning into Julie so that both of his arms were now on either side of her, her back pressed against the bar. Her laughter turned into a nervous giggle, if he could tell, she wasn't sure. Feeling him pull back a bit, Julie leaned an elbow back onto the bar while her other hand brought her beer to her lips. She could see the bands singer just past Deans arm. There was a nervousness, an anticipation that came with being this close to Dean Portman again. He was not the same boy she was in love with in high school. He was her first love that called to her heart with a gravitational pull of a higher level. There was a hope. A hope that he would show interest. A hope that something poetically romantic might happen. But there was also a strong familiarity of the past radiating off of this grown, adult man that stood mere inches from her. Memories, the knowing of his likes and dislikes, the way he enjoyed having her shove her hand into his back pocket, that he preferred his steak cooked medium, he hated sleeping with a tucked bed sheet or that he liked when she gently, softly sucked on his earlobe. Those thoughts alone made Julie feel alive and bold.

"Then owe me a dance." He said. His voice deep and genuine next to her ear.

Julie felt his body lean into hers, a physical invitation. Turning slightly, she set her beer on the bar behind her and put her hand on his chest, moving him away from the bar.

"Well if you say so." She smiled up at him. It was confident and seductive. A smile she hadn't given anyone in quite a long time.

They made their way to the floor, moving through the bodies that became faceless, only seeing each other. Turning to Portman, she reached her arms up over his shoulders as he gripped her hips. Moving to the beat of the faster paced song, Julie could feel that she was tipsy, a warm energy coursed through her at the feel of him.

Portman felt himself drawn into her. The smile she gave him was a smile he couldn't recall ever seeing from this girl next door turned sophisticated woman. She was lean and tone, polished and confident. Gone was the tomboy goalie and the exhausted law student. She was refined and sexy, a new kind of attractive. His Julie was a little plainer, 'one of the guys' kind of Julie who only wore chap stick and thought anything Nike was fashionably acceptable. But this siren was his Julie. She was still there. He saw glimpses of her earlier when she shoved Averman over a comment and elbowed Luis a few minutes ago. This was his Julie, her eyes, her hands… and tiny scar on her chin from her peewee hockey days. This new woman was her evolution, her new place in life. This woman he moved with on the dance floor called to him even stronger than his Julie. He had his regrets from high school, he knew he would. Over the years, he never stopped thinking of her. Some days it was much more often and frequent than others, but the thought of her pulled to him. He went so long without contact for fear of finding that she had settled down and found someone or that she would want nothing to do with him. Hearing from other ducks periodically, he knew she was busy and he would always find out if she was dating someone or not. She was single and had been for a while, they touched upon at least that much earlier.

Portman felt himself pull her closer, dangerously so, connecting their bodies at the hips. He felt emboldened as her arms reached further around his shoulders, feeling her breathe on his neck. Running a hand from her hip down to cup her back side, he gripped firmly and moved her with him.

He was not the same boy he used to be. He was not some broke kid from a lower-middle class area of Chicago that only looked to insult people. He was not the boy that Julie first got her hands on, the raw, unrefined ass hole that held a soft spot for only her, the boy who broke it off with her to chase his own dreams, to prove his worth to himself and justifying it all by realizing she had her own dreams as well. He was now a mature ass hole. A professional hockey player with a college education in Criminal Justice, a nice apartment outside of Baltimore, a nice car with all of his loans payed off and nothing to emotionally show for it. Dean Portman was a living dream. Everything he worked so hard for. He was proud of it and himself. He stayed out of trouble, he lived loud yet not terribly extravagant and he wanted the one thing he gave up, because he never found it again. Truth be told, he didn't really search too hard. He had emailed Julie a few days ago in hopes to receive a response, something to gauge her off of, but he never heard back. But this here, right now, this dance was all of the nonverbal affirmation he needed. One date, that's all he wanted.

Julie found herself wrapped around him. His smell, the light sweat on his neck, the rough feel of his suit jacket as it brushed the soft skin of her stomach through the cut out in her dress. She was completely submerged in him but as the song began to turn into another one she felt him pull her close asking her if she wanted to go back to the bar. Nodding, she reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him behind her as she weaved back to their previous location. Tammy glanced up at Julie from her place on her bar stool, lifting an eye brow and turned back to Fulton Reed.

Not trusting if the beer on the bar was still hers, Julie quickly grabbed the bartender's attention and ordered them a round.

"I thought that dance was my pay back."

Julie looked up at Dean who was now leaning on the bar facing her. "It was. This is just a girl buying a cute guy a drink."

"Well I've never been one to turn down a free drink."

"Last call folks!" The bartender began yelling out as he rang a large old bell as the band announced their last song, thanking everyone for the great night.

"Julie!" Connie made her way over past Guy and Russ. "Tammy and I were going to head back…." Glancing up at Portman, she lowered her tone. "Fulton and Guy are going to walk back with us."

Julie gave her friend a mildly surprised but amused smile. "Ah hu…"

"So…." Connie lead on, waiting for a comment from Julie.

"I guess…" She paused looking at Dean.

"We just got our last drinks… I'll walk her back in a bit. Cool?" he addressed Connie who just nodded.

"Sure, ok. See you. Be careful!" she called as she began to walk to the others.

Dean turned to Julie "So what do you say I slide both of these beers into my pockets and we get outta here… my hotel is practically across the street. There's a rooftop patio. We could finish them there and then I could walk you back?"

Julie studied him for a minute, biting her lip. "Um… yes."

"Cool." Dean smiled at her and picked up their beers, casually turning from the bar.

Before Julie could blink Dean had lead her outside, hand in hand, into the summer night air. Her heels clicked along the cement as they walked quietly along in comfortable silence. She glanced down past his rolled up jacket sleeves to see that the beers were not all that noticeable under his t-shirt and jacket.

"Slick old school, poor college kid trick." She teased him, bumping her shoulder into him.

He barked out a laugh as he pulled them up short at the entrance to his hotel. The revolving door spun as they both stepped into the space and moved through into the lobby. The low golden light shown off the marble floors, making the open area glow.

"Mr. Portman." The desk attendant nodded his head at Dean as they walked, still hand in hand to the lobby elevator.

"Mr. Pooooortman." Julie quietly mimicked the man in a deeper, more exaggerated tone.

He rolled his eyes, "What. Ever." And chuckled.

As the elevator door slowly rolled open, Dean pulled her into the lift and turned to press his floor. She could hear him breathing, knowing it was not from the walk as he was probably in the best shape of his life. Silently, she wondered if he was nervous and anticipating the unknown just as she was. Julie felt herself swallow, immediately having thoughts of pushing into him and pulling his head down so that their lips met the second the doors would close. She shuttered at the thought and felt his eyes on her.

"Jules."

"Hmm." She urged herself to look up at him.

"You look really good."

"Thank you." She smiled genuinely at his compliment.

The doors closed and the elevator began to move. Dean pulled the beers out of his pockets and handed one to Julie. "Can't remember which ones which. Sorry."

"That's fine. Your spit doesn't scare me."

"True, we swopped enough of it!" he crinkled his nose at her.

"That's gross when you say it like that." She looked up at him as the floors continued to ding as they went up.

"There was nothing gross about it." He said, turning towards her and cornering her, sticking his tongue out.

Giggling, Julie backed into the corner and turned her head, squinting her eyes as Dean closed in on her, wrapping his arms around her, the beer bottle in his hand clinking against the metal bar of the elevator. Squatting slightly to be at her level, he dramatically stuck his tongue out to lick the side of her neck.

"Ew Dean, ew, EEEEWW!" Julie giggled as she felt him playfully stick the tip of his tongue on her jaw.

He pulled back slowly and dropped his grin. He brought his one hand up to her cheek, turning it in his direction. Their faces were just inches apart as her laughter died suddenly. Their eyes connected for only a moment before his full lips gently brushed hers, grazing them slightly and pulling back, teasing. Both their mouths opened, their warm breath was mingling as they both brought their lips together firmly. Dean pulled back briefly before his lips met hers again and again. The elevator slowed to a halt. He felt Julie slowly move within his arms and he pulled back, looking up at her eyes.

"Your floor." She breathed, her eyes locked on his lips.

"Yeah." His hoarse reply as he brought his bottle less hand up to her neck, gripping it softly and pulling her head up.

"Dean…" she whispered, pushing him back gently.

"Ok." He backed away, taking her hand again and leading her off the elevator. "Yeah..."

Walking past a few rooms, Julie would have laughed if her nerves and senses didn't feel like they were burning. Her face felt hot and her hand in his, sweaty. The air rushing from her chest as she anticipated what was about to happen. What she wanted to happen.

Stopping at a door, Dean removed his hand from hers, reaching into his back pocket and fumbling for a moment to find the key card. As he pulled it from his leather bound wallet, Julie reached up from his side and placed an open palm on the opposite side of his face, pulling it down in one motion and captured his lips. He stilled for a moment, returning her kiss. The hunger behind it fueled his actions as he reached over, beer bottle in one hand, key card in the other and gripped her around her waist, pushing her up against his heavy room door. Deepening the connection, their heads began to turn this way and that as their mouths sank further into the other.

Feeling Dean begin to fumble behind her with the key, Julie smirked against his mouth, taking his bottom lip between her teeth, dragging it with light pressure.

"Oh god…" he moaned as he pulled away. Looking behind her for only a moment as he slid the card into the slot and waited for the light to flash with a click.

As the door pushed in, Julie felt as if she were sucked into the room. Taking a few steps backwards out of his grasp, she never lost her eye contact with him. She smirked at him, taking a sip of her almost forgotten bottle and set it on the hotel room desk as she wiggled a finger at him to come closer.

Pushing the door closed behind him, Dean moved to her, grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and with the other, setting his bottle next to hers as their lips met again. Tongues intertwined slowly and hands began to roam over territory they were both all too familiar with, territory that felt like it was from another lifetime. Julies hands slid up from their places on his forearms and past his upper arms and onto his chest until their reached the front of his jacket. Working their way underneath and sliding it off his shoulders.

Portman let out a huff of air from his nose as he felt her begin to remove his clothing. Releasing her neck and head only to help her remove the dark colored coat. Pulling away from him, Julie took a step back and kicked her shoes off, shrinking three inches.

Breathing heavily, Dean let out a husky laugh. "There you are Gaffney."

Julie chuckled in response as she reached to her side, finding the zipper to her dress, starting to pull it down. The smirk on his face left. He stood there a few arms lengths away, watching her slowly unwrap herself, watching patiently. Taking her in. Grabbing his beer, he tipped if back and swallowed, placing it back onto the desk as she began to reach for the neck line of the dress.

"Julie." He said her name, a whisper.

Taking pause, she kept eye contact and dropped her hands. The side of her dress gaped open, the black lace of her underwear and bra visible. For a moment she feared he was stopping her.

"I want to do it…" he said seriously as he closed the distance between them and reached for her dress at the hips.

Julie could feel her breathing hitch as he began pulling at the fabric of the dress, collecting the skirt up into his hands and then dragging it up along her body. His heavy breath continued as he paused a moment, releasing a side of the dress and moving his hand back down her ribs, to her hip and catching the soft, sheer fabric of her underwear. She watched as he licked his lips and remained silent. She felt her eyes flutter shut as he moved his hand down around her back and ran his thump under the top edge of the lace. Opening her eyes again, she willed herself to move. Gripping his t-shirt at the waist and pushing it up just enough to feel the heat from his stomach against her hands. Both moving almost in unison as they pulled the others garment off, Julie felt her dress leave her body first, releasing her hold on Deans shirt. Before she could allow him to look, she finished lifting his shirt. He bent down enough to help her with their height difference. Julie tossed his shirt to the desk chair as Dean let her dress fall from his hands directly to the floor.

Julie watched his eyes as they traveled her body. Feeling confident and powerful, she let him. She didn't work out for nothing after all.

As his eyes met hers again, he smiled wolfishly at her. "Nice, baby…"

Rolling her eyes, Julie pressed her lips together. "Well we are pretty uneven right now." Glancing very obviously down at his dark jeans held up by a belt and his shoes.

"I'm actually ok with these odds."

"Hahahmmm." Julie stepped forward, placing a hand onto his chest as the other slid down to his belt past the small bit of hair that trailed from his belly button.

Reaching up, he steadied the hand on his chest and reached out to brush the hair back behind her shoulder with the other. "You're beautiful Jules."

"You don't have to sweet talk me Portman." She smirked at him from under her lashes.

"This isn't sweet talk…." He whispered leaning in next to her ear. "Not with you." He finished. He bent the rest of the way until his mouth found her neck, hearing her let out a breath. As he continued his way down her neck, he felt her hands move again to his belt, the light pressure of the leather loosening as quickly as it had tightened for her to get the clasp undone. The feeling of her fingers working their way into the top of his jeans made him shiver, pausing his lips on her neck. Feeling her unbutton him caused a moan deep in his throat as he pulled his head up and their lips met again. Strong, thirsty, desperate almost. He untangled his hand from her hair and ran it down to the middle of her back as the other pulled her arm up off his chest and moved it to encircle his neck.

Pushing his jeans down with her free hand, Julie stopped when she felt them fall the rest of the way down from their own weight. Wrapping her other arm around his thick, sculpted waist, their bodies pressed together, from knee to chest. Lips deep and involved, swollen from the contact and beautiful pressure. Tongues played again, sure in their movements, each seeming to be attempting to outdo the other somehow.

"Shoes." Julie mumbled against his lips.

Dean pulled back quickly and toed each shoe off by its heel, stepping the rest of the way out of his jeans. Julie stood a moment and took notice of every little detail from his large shoulder muscles and deltoids into his attractively bulky, vascular arms that attached onto a thick chest that was slightly peppered with dark hair. From there, his torso tapered down to his stomach, though thick, was fit and tone. The black elastic on his grey boxer briefs hugged his hips and moved down to exquisitely lifted legs and shapely calves. Oh yes, Dean Portman was without a doubt, in the best shape of his life.

"Now we're even."

Taking a step back towards the bed, Julie reached behind her back. "We're… almost….even." she whispered.

He stood stone still. Breathing evenly, arms at his side. His throat bobbed and his eyes drifted from her own, down to her chest where it lingered and back again. The heat in the room suddenly felt like it was boiling. The stagnant stillness lasted just seconds as he watched the black lace go slack around her shoulders. The cups of the garment loosened. Dean swallowed again.

Julie felt her thighs brush the bed linens as she boldly unclasped her bra. She dropped her arms, allowing the lace fabric and straps to slide down her arms, catching it in her right hand and letting it fall to the floor. This encounter was already so different from their first ones as teenagers. Rushed and clumsy, no lights were on as they had removed clothing, neither saying a word, both nervous, young.

This time, there was a soft glow from the bed side lamp that had been left on. A mixture of movements, an exchange of soft conversation and a back and forth of confidence and shyness from either of them. Julie stood now, said confidence beginning to waver slightly as time stood still, as Dean remained as he was, quietly running his eyes over her form, her nipples gone hard from the cool lick of air in the room. That confidence began its steady climb back up however as she found herself glancing down his body again, noticing now his erection. She had felt it earlier against her stomach, but she had been too engulfed in his lips and the warm feeling spreading throughout her own body to give it a thought.

And then he was on her. In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance, encircling her entire waist with his arms, bringing her roughly against his body, skin to skin, her breasts pressing into him. Julie could not stop the whimper that left her as her arms weaved around his neck, quickly running her hands down onto his shoulders and back up to the sides of his face. His lips, his tongue, the pressure in his kiss, she could not remember anything sexier than this exact moment.

Parting lips for a moment, Julie lowered herself to the bed and leaned back. Bringing a foot up onto the bed, she slowly began sliding herself towards the pillows. It didn't take long for Dean to follow, leaning down on the mattress, his arms straddling her body, crawling over her as she moved back. As they reached their desired destination on the bed, he lowered himself onto her body as she brought a leg up to wrap itself around the back of his thigh, one of his hands cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb over the taunt nipple slowly.

Julie arched her back, her chest jutting up into his hand. Letting out a breath, she opened her eyes she hadn't realized had been closed to see him looking at her in the glow of the lamp next to the bed. She stilled under his gaze. A small smile came to her lips, accompanied with the tiniest of giggles.

"Hi Dee."

He then rewarded her with a brilliant smile that lit up even his eyes. "Hey Kitty Cat."

"Is this weird?" she asked in a whisper.

He brought his face down to the side of hers and he laughed. "The only thing weird about it is why didn't we think about getting a room in high school?"

"That's what dorms were for!"

"And cars."

"The stacks in the library."

"That bathroom in the gym behind the weight room."

"and our locker room…."

"God… the showers in our locker room…" Dropping his head to her neck, he moaned. "Oh fuck…"

Julie chuckled, reaching around, she began to rake her finger nails gently up his sides. Shuddering slightly, he kissed her jaw once and then leaned his forehead against the side of her face. She felt his hands slide down her sides, gripping her ass and pulling her forward as he ground himself into her. Once, twice and then again and again. She moaned out as the motion and the friction were maddening. Bringing a hand up, she wove her fingers into his hair and fisted the dark waves as her other hand grabbed onto his arm.

She felt his hands slid up then, his thumbs hooking onto the sides of her lace underwear, starting to slide them off around her. She untangled her leg from his body as he sat back on the bed. Her chest panted as she looked up. Dean made quick work of the garment, tossing it aside on the bed. He stayed where he was for a moment, taking her in.

"Are we too drunk for this?"

He smirked at her question. "I think you should have asked me that a dress and a fucking pair of jeans ago Gaffney."

"Ha hahmmmm, Touché." She cracked and then bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes and then down at his very obvious erection that was still straining against the grey cotton of his underwear.

"Loose'em Portman."

"Yes ma'am." He growled through clenched teeth as he grabbed the elastic band and began pulling down. Julie lifted a leg and with her toes, helped slide the underwear down his one thigh.

He was just as she remembered, but somehow this all had an edge of newness to it.

The air seemed to crackle around them as he practically crawled back over her, running his hands up under her and gripping her shoulders, he brought his mouth to hers once more. His full lips devouring hers, tongue teasing. She felt him begin to adjust his hips, moving closer to her. He used his thighs to spread her own legs farther apart as they breathed into one another's mouths. Julies over analytical personality broke through for a moment, and her mental bells and whistles began going off as her hormones tried desperately to tell them to shut the hell up.

"Condom?" she breathed out.

"No. Pill?" he breathed heavier than her.

"Of course."

"That's my girl." He smirked into her hair as she chuckled. For all of the time they spent together in high school, she could only remember him using a condom twice. She covered the rest. Safety first. She knew no contraceptive was one-hundred percent effective, so she had always had him pull out, which… what guy was every happy about that? But he always did. For her.

She could feel him pull on her shoulders as he began to push into her, his head and shoulders sliding up past hers thanks to his impressing height and frame. She moaned out at the pressure and searing heat as she stretched to accommodate him. She felt him bend his waist, bringing his upper body down a bit so that his chin rested on her head. She breathed into his neck as he gave her a minute.

"So this is happening…" she said casually deadpanned before kissing his neck. She felt his laugh tremble through her. His response was a thrust, and then another, followed by a steady rhythm, causing her to throw her head back as he moved his head to the side. She exhaled with her mouth by his ear. Small moans and squeals mixed in with incoherent verbal motivators. She brought her legs up again to wrap firmly around his waist, holding onto him.

They moved in waves, some slowly rolling over the sheets and then a quicker more turbulent pace that made the headboard knock beautifully off the rooms wall. Those times, causing Julie to cry out, encouraging him on as they went. She had no idea how long it had been, she couldn't count how many places they had put their hands at that point, or how many cuss words either of them had used but at that point she felt him lift up, grabbing her one leg and picking it up, placing it over his shoulder. Grinning as he went.

"Oh god yea…" he panted, sweat glistened just barely across his forehead.

Julie groaned deep in her throat at the change. Her leg strained against his thick shoulder. Dean breathed hard in and out of his nose as he pumped his hips vigorously. She threw the pillow out from behind her head, hearing it bump the lamp on the night stand. He remembered one of the intimately specific ways she liked it, the realization making her cry out at the feel of him.

"I'm close… Dean… I'm…" she called out breathless, hoarse.

He double-timed his pace, going deeper even as he reached down and gripped her hips once more. And then she felt it, and amazing white hot blaze of the fall, the literal climax as she cried out again, digging her nails into the bed sheets straight out at her sides. She barely heard him call out, his thrusts slowing but still going deep, knowing that for the first time, he had stayed with her until his end as well.

Panting, she felt him slowly lower his sweat-damp form onto her. Breathing, they both stayed quiet, his heavy weight felt amazing and comforting, like a favorite sweatshirt or blanket that you pull over you, that you drown yourself in. She was completely submerged in him, and as that thought hit her, her throat tightened. Swallowing, she stared at the ceiling, ghosting her finger tips up and down his back, Julie felt comfortable with a man for the first time in ages. The start of the evening was butterflies seeing him for the first time in quite some time, but as the evening progressed, she was more and more confident in where the night was going. Was she a little shocked? Yes. Was she happy? For now, yes.

She just didn't know how all this was really going to end.

She felt him relax and as his body retreated from hers and she felt the chill immediately. She felt him kiss her forehead and then his fingers tilted her chin up so their lips could meet.

"Stay the night?"

"You would never kick me out." She played shocked.

He chucked and rolled them both to the side. Reaching behind him he grabbed the side of the comforter and whipped it up around them.

"I mean, if you hadn't put out...?" he cocked an eyebrow at her in exaggeration.

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself away, rolling so that they were both now facing the night stand. She crawled a bit out from under his hold and reached for the lamp as she felt a nip on her rear end.

"Dean. You can't just bite someone on the ass." she turned the light off and crawled back under with him.

"Wave that thing at me again, and see what happens." He taunted deeply as he hugged her to him. Every inch of his body was pressed and tangled into her.

Smiling, Julie closed her eyes and breathed deep. She felt herself quickly slipping into sleep.

Dean Portman lay there, staring out over her head, at the darkness in the room. His mind blank but happy and far from restless.

"Night Gaffney."

"G'night Portman."