Loud and Clear

4.

Ryker's POV

"Do you love my sister?" I repeated a little louder. Dean sat there in shock, like I had just asked him if he killed someone. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. He hadn't expected the question. I watched as he visibly gulped, his eyes flickering everywhere but me. His hands toyed together and his foot tapped slightly. "Don't make me ask again."

"I-Uh, I don't know," He muttered. His voice was shaky and unsteady as he didn't dare look me in the eye.

"You don't know?" I repeated in disbelief. He nodded in response and that only seemed to anger me. "If you saw her with another guy, how would that make you feel?" I asked trying to pry the answer from him.

"I wouldn't like it. I'd be rather pissed actually," He told me honestly. I could feel a grin try to tug it's way on my lips, but I refused to let it show. I needed his complete honesty and smiling at the fact wouldn't help.

"And when you see her, what's the first thing that pops in your mind?"

"Seriously? I'm not doing this," He grumbled before standing up from my bed and trying to leave the room, but I pushed his chest and made him sit back down. He wasn't getting away that easy.

"You are doing this. What's the first thing that pops in your mind when you see Darcy?" Dean sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I don't know. Recently, I just, I really just want to pull her towards me and hold her close. I don't want her to leave my side, but it's just a silly little crush." I internally rolled my eyes. Just a little crush was complete bullshit. I could see it in the way he looked at her. It was the same way Louis looked at Eleanor.

"Are you sure it's just a silly little crush?" I asked skeptically. He furrowed his eyes and looked up at me with questioning eyes.

"I don't know," He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. He looked distressed which I found quite funny. "What if it isn't?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and looked at him with eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, what do you think it is?" I asked trying to get him to understand his feelings. It was getting a little too teenaged girl for me and a little uncomfortable.

"I don't know. I'm going to go talk to her." He stood up without waiting for a response from me. I smiled to myself, satisfied with my small amount of interference. "She's not in her room," Dean groaned seconds later. I rolled my eyes and looked at my phone to see a text from Georgie saying she was having a party.

"She's at Georgie's," I told him. I couldn't help but feel angry at my sister for once again sneaking off and going to a party. We were supposed to be taking it easy, and this was not taking it easy.

"I'll go. You cover for us," Dean told me before grabbing his keys and leaving my room. I wanted to yell at Darcy for being irresponsible and letting her frustrations get in the way of what was right and wrong, but knew she only did it to relieve her of all the stress from the nightmares.

Darcy's POV

I felt weird dancing with Dean, knowing it was actually Dean and not just some random stranger. I couldn't deny, though, the way it made me feel, or the way it made my insides tingle. It was like Dean knew what he was doing was affecting me in the most bizarre way, a way that I never felt with anyone else.

The song changed to a much slower one, but not a slow song. It was the type of song that let you move excruciatingly slow against your partner. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Dean being affected by the way my body slowly moved against his. I knew very well that he was affected by the way he grabbed my hips tighter and his breath was more labored. The hot puffs of air danced along my neck as his hands roamed my body, moving with every curve on it. I tilted my head up slightly so our faces were side by side, and our lips were mere inches centimeters apart. It would have taken a small amount of effort from either of us to close the gap and succumb to the sexual tension that enveloped us, but neither made the move. We stayed in the teasingly slow and taunting state; his hands still roamed my body, the body that was moving undeniably slow against him. I could see his eyes flicker down toward my lips with no shame in the action, but before he could succeed in his pre-planned thoughts, Georgie drunkenly stumbled over towards me and pulled me away. I looked at Dean with sorry eyes, but followed my drunk best friend.