Queen Of Paradox (Unedited)

A Secret for One

A/N: For this chapter Lana and Dean's P.O.V will be combined since I will be switching between the two so often. So hopefully I don't confuse you guys! >.<

Dean/Lana (P.O.V)

He couldn't move. His heart was jack hammering in his chest making it hard to draw a breath. Did she understand what she was even saying? Asking of him? How bittersweet that would be? How hard? Ever since he fell for her he had wanted to kiss her, touch her, explore every inch of her body then start the process all over again. To think this was how it would happen, while her life was hanging in the fucking balance. He could laugh at how ludicrous the whole situation was. For her this would just be a feed, the first of many. But for him? it would mean so much more. So he did the only thing he could think of to protect himself. He joked it off.

" Sorry Kitkat but, your not my type. Maybe if you had a little more going on up here" he point to his chest and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He got a pillow to the face.

"Oh ew! grow up you ass!" Lana's face was adorably red and he was instantly happy that he went the playful route. Any other reaction would have probably exposed his feelings for her. He caught the pillow before it hit the ground and tossed it back on the bed.

Lana was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that the moment hadn't turned awkward and disappointed that she was reminded yet again just how one sided her crush on Dean and William really was. Lana looked up at Dean, and her mouth dried. His expression was so serious and intense, a look she'd never seen on his face before. He started towards her and she fought to form words. His gaze was so heated that she could almost believe that he truly desired her.

"B-Besides it's not about that" she mumbled absentmindedly. Her eyes drinking him in. "This is strictly physical" the words barely escaped her suddenly dry throat.

"Right". He answered, no change in his stride.

Lana licked her lips, her body growing hot "Just a friend helping a friend" her voice wavered slightly.

"Mmm hmm" he murmured, directly in front of her now.

  She tilted her head back so she could meet his gaze. She had the sudden feeling of a rabbit cornered by a wolf as the enormity of the situation crashed down on her.

"Your not my type either" she blurted, her eyes dropping to his lips. Oh my God! This was really gonna happen, she was gonna sleep with him. A wave of nerves came crashing down on her.

Dean leaned down slightly, putting his face a hair's breath away "Good" he breathed.

Lana's breath hitched. "I don't feel anything for you" she whispered. Shit! why couldn't she stop talking? Dean pressed his palms into the bed effectively caging her in. "I know" he murmured back. His face so close to hers that his breath stirred the fine tendrils of hair framing her face. "And you don't like me..." Dean pinched her chin between his fingers. "Lana...Shut. Up." He brushed his lips against hers, a prelude of a kiss. He wanted to give her every opportunity to pull away, to change her mind.

She didn't, she did the opposite. Her fingers slide into his hair and she yanked his head forward effectively meshing their lips together. Dean groaned and immediately realized why this was a horrible idea. Her lips were like a taste of Nirvana, a glimpse into the paradise that her body offered. And he knew that there was no walking away, no letting her go. He did it before and he wouldn't do it again.

Lana surprised herself, unsure of what came over her. She only knew that when his lips brushed hers, a sensation equivalent to electricity flew through her. Setting every nerve on end. Suddenly, she had to have his lips on hers, had to taste him, had to feel him against her.