Tired of her best friends constant blind date set-ups Rachel agrees to a Date with the one man who could quite possibly change her life, that is if she wasn't hiding things.
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This story is my own, any comparison to others like it is pure...
Rachels breathing hitched as the lips she'd longed to taste again pressed against hers, the heat that had begun to collect in her chest grew rapidly and spread throughout her body. Dean's hand slipped to the back of her neck while the other rested lightly on her hip. She released a slightly frustrated sigh as she licked his bottom lip, the exact signal he was waiting for to deepen the kiss.
He groaned as she fisted the hair on the back of his neck and pulled him closer by his t-shirt. Never would he have imagined that the one woman he longed for was so close, he silently scolded himself for being so stupid and dodging her every time Ben had tried to introduce them.
Reluctantly he pulled away from her and touched his forehead to hers, "do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you." He might not remember much but that night, but he would know her kiss anywhere.
"I'm right here," her seductive whispered against his lips made him groan.
Dean slowly trailed his fingers down her neck, across her breast and stomach before griping her other hip making her gasp. "Don't," he began as he yanked her body against his, the feeling making him lose his train of thought.
"Don't what, Dean?" she whispered again moaning his name.
"Fuck," he gasped and reached around to the back of her thighs lifting her up to press her against the door.
Rachel growled lowly, wrapped her legs around him and braced her back against the door. She thrust her hips into his, grinding herself against his obvious arousal, "do you wanna come inside?"
He looked into her now golden iris' her pupils were dilated with arousal "I'm not sure if that's such a ..." she rotated her hips against his again cutting off his response.
Rachel growled his name in his ear. It wasn't a ground down, deepening of the vocal cords kind of growl. No, her growl was primal, animalistic, raw and shit did it turn him on. His hands griped the back of her legs and pulled; effectively rubbing his erection against her jean clad core and moaned, "if you don't open that door right now, I will fuck you in this hallway."
Rachel's face lit up as she giggled at his words. She shimmied herself down his body so her feet were planted firmly on the floor once more and turned her back to him. His arms wrapped around her front to palm her clothing covered breasts; she gasped and pressed her backside against him, "I have to unlock the door."
"You started it," Dean mumbled as he dropped his hands and took a step back.
Rachel laughed and looked back at him as she swung her apartment door open, "don't pout."
Stepping through the threshold she toed off her sneakers, hung her purse and slipped out of her blazer. She noticed his hesitation and quirked an eyebrow his way.
"Figured I'd give you a minute in case you changed your mind," he said trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Hmmm," she pursed her lips and tapped her chin with her fingertip. A smirk spread on her lips as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt pulling it off in one fluid movement and tossing it at him. All thoughts Dean had about her being a prude flew out the window as she turned her back to him again and began walking through the open concept kitchen.
Her arms reaching for her bra strap behind her unclasping the material and allowing it to slide down her arms. Rachel turned her head back to Dean winked at him then dropped the article of clothing as she disappeared down the hallway.
His eyes widened as he rushed into the apartment, kicked off his shoes and unzipped his hoodie. He closed and locked the door quickly then followed the trail of clothes to her bedroom, leaving his own behind as well.
The sound of Megan's ringtone blared in Rachel's ear, the arms around her waist slacked as she reached over for the annoying piece of technology that was disturbing her peace.
Dean's arms tightened around her once more as she laid back down against him.
"What," groaned Rachel into the phone.
"Um... well good morning to you too."
"I'm tired Meg, you woke me up," Rachel sighed as she snuggled into Dean, he chuckled quietly and placed light kisses along the back of her shoulder.
"You never called me last night," Megan sighed sadly.
Rachel felt Deans smirk on the back of her neck, "I'm sorry I was tired. I came home and just sorta crashed," she hated giving Megan half-truths. Even if she did crash eventually, it wasn't as soon as she got home more like just a few hours ago.
Dean's hands roamed her body lightly, it took some serious willpower to not giggle or moan, "Meg can we talk about this later? I really just wanna sleep and shower."
"Ugh! I'm already on my way in this morning"
Dean's phone began to ring loudly, "shit," he groaned and Rachel's eyes widened. He gently releasing his hold on the woman in front of him, while frantically looking for his phone to shut it up.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" Rachel said quickly as Dean found and silenced his phone.
"Oh... My... God! Rachel!" Megan yelled into the phone, "Is he still there! Did he stay last night? OH MY GOD RACH DID..."
"Gotta go Meg, love ya. See you at work," she rushed before hanging up the call.
Rachel looked over at an amused Dean who was placing his phone back down on the bedside table.
"Well, that's one way to tell her," He laughed.
"Dean!" Rachel gasped, making him laugh harder.
His retort was cut off by the sound of his text message tone.
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Dean sighed and gave her an apologetic look, "I've gotta head into work."
He rolled off the bed and gathered up his clothing that he had retrieved from the hallway the night before.
Rachel cleared her throat and nodded sitting up slowly clutching the sheets to her naked body, "no problem."
Dean's head snapped up as he finished buttoning his Jeans, he heard the sadness in just those two small words, "It's not like that."
"It's fine Dean," she said with a fake smile.
"No, it's not," he huffed lightly and knelled across the bed surprising her with a gentle kiss. "I want nothing more than to stay right here with you wrapped in my arms."
"So, this isn't a ditch?" she whispered against his lips.
"Hell no," he smiled, "we caught a case yesterday and another body popped up this morning. Otherwise, I'd be making you scream my name again a few more times before your shift today."
Rachels face flushed.
"Get some sleep babe, I'll call you later," he promised before gliding his lips across hers quickly and getting up to find his shirt.
"Be careful!" she said as she plopped back down against the pillows with a smile on her face.
