Alaina Clark

Chapter 14

I head back to the living room enjoying the smell of butter in the air. I find Dean sitting on the couch with a blanket on his lap, along with a bowl of popcorn. An unhealthy amount of junk food scattered across the coffee table. I look around hoping to spot some chocolate, frowning when I don't I take a seat next to Dean.

"What's wrong?" Dean aka my mood ring asks. I guess knowing someone practically your whole life gives gives you the ability to read them like a magazine. "Nothing." I sigh as I grab the remote. Dean places his large hand over the remote and my hand.

"Sparkles." He says dragging out my nickname making me turn my head to look at him. "What's wrong?" He asks softly. "Nothing for you to worry about." I quickly reply.

"Oh come on, just tell me." He says slightly amused by my answer.

"No Dean, just shut up so we can watch the movie." I snap at him, my tone coming out harsher than intended, immediately regretting it. It's not his fault blood is oozing out of my vagina, I shouldn't take it out on him. But the pain in my lower stomach doesn't let me think rationally.

"Sparkles, I can't fix your problem if I don't know what it is." He tries to reason with me, but only manages to piss me off. Part of me wants to ignore him, but I know that he won't drop it until he finds a way to magically make everything better.

"Sparkles, just-"

"I'm on my period Dean!" I yell cutting him off before continuing. "You can't stop blood from gushing out of my vagina, you can't stop my boobs from being sore, you can't make my cramps stop, you simply can't fix it!" I snap once again, slightly out of breath from my rant. 


Dean seems slightly taken aback by my outburst, but quickly recovers. He places the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table as he stands up, commanding that I lay down. Rolling my eyes I lay down on my stomach. Shifting slightly as I feel his hands grip my waist and he pushes my shirt half way up my back, the cool air sending chills up my spine as his thumbs began to rub circles on my lower back.

My cheek pressed against the soft material of the couch as I sigh, relishing in the way Dean's hands ease the ache. His slightly calloused fingertips working magic on my skin. I bite my lower lip in order to keep myself from releasing a wanton moan.

My eyelids fluttering as I tried to maintain my eyes open. A few seconds later the pleasure becomes overwhelming, making me succumb to my urges. I close my eyes as a promiscuous noises fall from my lips.

"I should've known." Dean speaks up as he continues his ministrations. "What?" I mumble in my sated state, confused by Dean's statement. "I should've known what was bothering you." He responds, pausing for a moment before continuing. "First week of every month, like clockwork." He explains as he applies more pressure with his fingertips.

My eyelids begin to feel heavy, Dean's touch pulling me to the cliff separating the waking world from the sleeping world. Normally I wouldn't mind throwing myself over the edge and falling into a deep sleep. But I don't want to go to sleep, I want to watch a movie with Dean. "Dean." I try to speak clearly but it sounds more like a groan.

"Stop." I groan once again. Dean's touch disappears but the heat lingers, I find myself frowning at the loss of contact. I sit up and find Dean looking at me with a confused expression. His brows pulled together and a small pout on his lips.

"I was gonna fall asleep if you kept doing that." I explain with a small laugh. He nods with realization before frowning once again. "But you love sleep, you're not exactly one to turn down a nap." His statement makes me laugh.

"True, but I'd rather watch The Princess Bride with you." I say poking his stomach. He offers me a lopsided smile as he takes a seat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulders as he pulls me to him. I pull away from his embrace momentarily to grab the blanket and the bowl of popcorn, before leaning into Dean's side.

"Let's get to it then!" He beams reaching for the remote. He hits play as lift my legs onto the the couch. We watch the movie in silence, laughing every once in a while mindlessly tossing popcorn into our mouthes until eventually it turns into a competition.

Sitting with my legs criss-crossed in front of me as I toss popcorn into the air and tilt my head up in order to catch it in my open mouth. Smiling at Dean as I chew victoriously. He wiggles his eyebrows, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before repeating my actions.

When the popcorn hits the corner of Dean's mouth and falls to the floor my laughter overpowers the sound of the movie making Dean roll his eyes at me. We had a streak going, neither of us had missed a single piece of popcorn until then.

Forming an L with my right hand I bring it up to my forehead while sticking my tongue out at Dean.

"Wow Dean, I didn't know you were such a loser." I tease.

"Shut up Sparkles, you suck." He says with a scoff.

"Well at least I have the decency to swallow." I reply, offering him an innocent smile.

Dean brings his hand to his neck as he chokes. I worry momentarily before his deep laughter booms through the living room. The sound of my giggles intermixing with his smooth laugh, creating a harmony of madness.