Dean is a young neurosurgeon who lives by himself in a lonely street with one or two neighbours, when a new neighbour moves into the house right across from him. He's intrigued and goes over to meet them. He first meets a nice, militant man, and the...
Ashlyn had gotten the word from Finn about Dean's order and she had busily prepared it and went to the hospital where Dean was working and she asked the receptionist to page him down and she felt her nerves tangle up when she heard the heavy boots clanking down the hallway
He gestured to her to follow and she did, until they came to the room where she had been last time and there was Bea, looking rather weak and pale.
"Hey sweetheart." Bea greeted as Dean went over to hug her
"Heya Bea," he replied
"Hey Ash," she greeted smiling brightly at Ashlyn
"You look beautiful," she added and Ashlyn grinned and handed the flowers to her
Bea had fallen asleep and Dean and Ashlyn were just talking when Dean brought up something
"Umm, about the kiss, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overstepped my boundaries like that. It was wrong and I'm sorry," he said shamefully looking down
"It's not that it was uncomfortable, it's just that it's new to me but I do actually enjoy having you as a friend and I don't wanna lose you so I'm sorry too," she replied
"Can I make it up to you? Wanna have some coffee?" He asked smiling hopefully
"Uh, yeah sure, I just need to call Finn and tell him and when you're done, we'll go." She told him
"Can we go somewhere quieter than a coffee shop?" She asked and he looked at her and nodded
"My house?" He asked and she nodded in reply and he hoped she couldn't heat his heart thumping or the inner dialogue he was having when his fingers twitched to tangle with hers
They walked back to his house and he took the time to admire her outfit
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"You look beautiful by the way," Dean said handing her a cup of coffee, she smiled and thanked him
"So about the other day when I kissed you, I uh, I shouldn't have. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said, opening his mouth to speak again only for her to stop him
"That's the thing." She spoke and he tilted her head as she continued
"I wasn't uncomfortable." She said and Dean fought the smile on his face and just focused on listening
"I've been through alot and I've just decided to give up on relationships and love- but that night you kissed me, I really liked kissing you," she admitted and this time, Dean didn't hide his smile but he was confused as she got up and walked over to him
"And seeing you like this, so disheveled, dimples on full display, in this tight outfit, I kinda wanna kiss you again." She admitted and sat on his lap, her arms snaking around his neck and she smiled when his breath hitched in his throat
"Kinda makes me want to kiss you again," she said, leaning in and kissing just below his earlobe and then making her way to the curve of his jaw and his hands slid up her dress to grip her thighs and his eyes tightly shut and he clenched his jaw as she contined her assault on his jaw
"Stop me." She whispered into his ear before she licked the shell of his ear and he moaned unable to resist her
He looked up at her with hooded eyes, and her green eyes were darker than a canopy as they clouded with lust
She grabbed his biceps
"Stop me." She repeated and he looked at her and squeezed her thighs and that was all it tooks for her to smirk and lean in, ravaging his mouth and he moaned when her hands went to his hair and she tugged gently
She smirked against his lips as she felt him grow under her and then when she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, he took control of the kiss and laid her back first on the couch and pressed himself up on his palms and her hands immediately went to slide his shirt off and he stopped with the kiss and pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, panting roughly
"I don't want to start anything like this. I want you to trust me." He spoke and she smiled at him, before bringing him down for another kiss, this one not so hot and bruising but rather soft and passionate
"Thank you." She responded, eyes twinkling as they looked into his, he smiled and pecked her lips, sliding off of her and instead opting to slide next to her
And the rest of the night, they just spent relaxing and enjoying each other's company and both of them knew something between them changed for the best that night and they were thankful for it
