Struggling

It's Nice

As Roman takes off her gear, he keeps his lips firmly placed on hers. She does the same and wraps her hands in his hair.
She can't stop smiling. He stops for a minute and looks at her.
"What?" She says.
He smiles, "It's your turn."
She looks confused, "For what?"
He closes his eyes and kisses her neck. She realizes now.
"You, really want one?"
He smiles, "Of course. You can return the favor."
She smiles and he gets off of her and lays down on the other side. She rolls up on to him and begins to kiss his neck. He holds her and closes his eyes.
"That's the spot baby girl." He says.
She keeps going. She lets up and looks at him, as he's still smiling.
She smiles.
"Why do I have my gear off, when you don't have all yours off?"
"You still have on your bra and underwear. I just have my pants."
She blushes and he gets up and gets over top of her again.
Their on the other side of the bed and he keeps kissing her nonstop.
Suddenly, a knock comes on the door.
He immediately stops and looks up, so does she.
He gets up and puts a shirt on.
Charlotte runs to the bathroom and grabs one of his shirts on his suitcase on the way in.
He opens the door and sees Dean standing there.
"Hey, man." Dean smiles.
Roman looks at him confused, kind of out of it.
"Hey."
Dean looks at him, "You okay? Did I bother you."
Roman smirks, "Nah, not really. But I'll catch up with you tomorrow since it's kinda late."
Dean makes a face, "Well, I wanted to ask If you wanted to go to the bar with me, but I'll ask someone else I guess."
Roman smiles and rubs his eye.
Dean goes to leave and holds his finger up.
"I remember you telling me about Charlotte."
Roman kind of gets nervous. Weird.
"Like, did you ever talk to her?"
Roman looks at him, "Yeah, I did. We just talk here and there."
Dean nods.
Charlotte's in the bathroom putting on his shirt and her pants. She brushes her hair and sits there with her hands on her head.
Dean leaves now and says bye to Roman.
Roman shuts and door and locks it and goes over to the bed. He lays there with his hands over his face.
Charlotte opens the door and sees him. She slowly walks over to him and leans over. He takes his hands off his face and and grabs hers and smiles.
"What did Dean want?" Shes asks.
Roman smiles, "To go out with me to the bar."
She smiles, "Why didn't you go?"
He smirks at her and grabs her and throws her onto the bed.
"Why do you think?" He says, overtop of her.