Killer

Our Bet And His Present.

I didn't sleep very much that night. When I woke up, it somehow woke Dean up as well.  A few times I woke up in tears.  That scene played over in my head when I finally fell asleep.  It jolted me awake, each time in tears.  His half awake manner was utterly adorable.  And I didn't deserve this.  I didn't feel like I did at least.  As soon as he heard my muffled sobbing he woke up and pulled me close to him.  He whispered softly in my ear that it would be okay.  His hands ran through my hair.  By the fourth time he sounded a bit frustrated with me.

"You okay?" he asked in a groggy tone.

"Yeah, sorry," my voice whispered, "you don't have to stay here tonight."

"And leave you alone to be a crying mess by yourself?  I don't think that'd make me a very good boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

"You told Bobby you were my girlfriend.  So I guess so."

An odd, little squeak escaped my lips.  I thought we were all kidding. He opened his eyes to find my face buried in the pillow.  He smiled as he poked my head softly.

"What?" I asked talking into the pillow.

"I've heard that little squeak of yours before. Let me see, the night we-"

"Ah, ah," I quickly covered his mouth, "I remember."

"You are so cute when you're nervous."

"Don't be stupid."

He laughed as I rolled onto my side.  My arm propped me up slightly.  His body lifted to meet my face with his own.  He smiled widely at me before rubbing his eyes.

"Even in this lack of light, you're practically glowing in the dark.  I didn't know that a person could turn that color in the dark," he laughed.

"Y-you called me a person," I choked on my words.

"That's what you are to me.  I won't hear another word against that."

I leaned forward and was quickly met by his lips.  His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.  He felt so warm, so comforting.  His grip was tightening on my hips.  We had been here before.  I knew where this would lead, and I didn't even hesitate.  His body was instantly on mine.  We didn't say a word.  He let his hands explore my body beneath the thin cloth of my shirt.  It wasn't until his hands wrapped around my back that I protested in any way.  I'd been pumped full of bullets and salt shells.  It wasn't any shock that he became concerned he hurt me. He looked worried.  I pinned him down on the mattress.  My leg moved carefully over his body.  I smiled before slowly removing my shirt from my body.  He grinned at the sight.  His shirt was off long ago, before he had fallen asleep.  My body leaned into his. The warmth of his skin and mine met.  I leaned down to his ear.

"Guess I'll have to be on top this time," I whispered.

My voice suddenly confident with my actions.  Unlike the last time we had been together.  I kissed his neck softly before sitting up.  He looked dumbfounded, it was kind of a good look on him.  I moved slowly down his body.  He watched every move intensely.  My finger traced along his hips, while my other hand undid his belt. His breathing quickened as I unbuttoned the jeans he was wearing.  My hand slowly unzipped his pants.

"You're being quite a tease tonight," he said with a primal growl.

"I'm just savoring the moment," I smiled.

"Maybe you could savor it a little quicker?"

I bit my lip feeling the hardness pressing against my hand as his hips moved slightly into my touch.  He moved his hands shifting the jeans off his hips.  His hand grabbed my sides carefully.  They guided me back toward his face.