Trading Heartbeats

Chapter 17:

Olivia's eyes fluttered open. Yawning, she stretched out feeling an empty space next to her. She sat up looking around as she sighed before falling back into the pillows. She rubbed her forehead closing her eyes tightly as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Rolling over, she grabbed her phone checking the time, it was only a little after six. She felt good considering how stupid she was the night before and was thankful Dean had been looking out for her. Her heart sank slightly as she thought about him. Every time she convinced herself they wouldn't see one another again they somehow did.

She leaned back against the headboard of her bed and checked her messages and quickly typed one to Alexis, letting her know she was fine. She rolled over again and started to shut her eyes again before the smell hit her. Bacon? Why did she smell bacon? She got up and slipped on her underwear and Dean's black T-shirt that he had apparently hung over her computer chair. She looked around now seeing his jeans were still laying on the floor...he was still there. She picked them up and folded them before setting them on the chair. Following the scent, she padded out to the kitchen. As she neared the kitchen she heard music as well.

Peaking around the corner she was greeted with the image of Dean standing by the stove in a T-shirt and his tight black boxer briefs flipping Bacon in its pan as he bopped to what she now recognized as "Renegade" by Styx coming from the radio that was on her kitchen counter. A wide grin spread across her face as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door frame. She stifled a giggle with her hand and bit her lip as she watched his hips sway to the music. He flipped the spatula in the air catching it swiftly and sang into it like a microphone.

"...A wantedddd mann.." He sang. She began laughing, gaining his attention.

Dean spun around quickly, eyes wide, as he grinned slightly at her. As he turned down the volume to the radio, she pushed off the door frame walking towards the kitchen table where there was a stack of steaming waffles sitting on a plate. She glanced around seeing that he had also found her waffle maker. She smiled stretching as she sat down.

"Good Morning." She smiled at him. "What are you doing?" She yawned softly.

"I, uh, figured you'd be hungry and I woke up starving..." He trailed off.

"So...you made breakfast." She clarified, making more of a statement than a question. He nodded in response.

"Everything should be ready in a bit if you wanted to grab a shower or something." He shrugged turning his attention back to the bacon. She nodded getting up walking over to him she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. He stiffened slightly before relaxing into her as she squeezed lightly.

"Thank you." She said. She placed a soft kiss on his shoulder blade before pulling pack and smacking his ass before skipping off to the shower. She grinned as he chuckled, shaking his head.

She padded into the bathroom and started the shower quickly getting in. Sighing, she closed her eyes tightly as she let the warm water jet onto her body. She was trying not to think too hard about what was happening between them. Live in the moment, she told herself. Dean would be back home or onto another case next week and she understood that. It still didn't stop the feeling that gnawed at her stomach. She washed up quickly, realizing how hungry she was as she finished up stepping out of the shower. She dried off quickly and made her way to her closet throwing on a pair of dress pants and a simple red blouse.

She padded into the kitchen where Dean was already digging into two syrup covered waffles. He had put on his jeans while she was in the shower and was now fully dressed. She smiled at him sitting down at the table. She picked up the mug of coffee he had also made and took a sip before making her plate. They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments before she looked up at him.

"Everything is so good, Dean. Thank you, so much." She said.

"No problem." He shrugged with a small proud smirk on his face. He picked up a napkin and whipped away some syrup from his lips.

"Really, no one has ever cooked breakfast for me like this..." She grinned.

"What? Really?" His brow furrowed in confusion as he took a bite of bacon. She shook her head.

"No, I have a bit of a track record for picking assholes." She shrugged. She got up making her way over to the coffee pot and pouring more into her mug.

"Oh..." He replied.

"What about you?" She smiled, sitting back down across from him. "I'm sure you have a line of women waiting for you, I'm surprised no ones snatched you up yet." He chuckled shaking his head.

"Uh, relationships...aren't really an option...in my line of work." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. She nodded in understanding.

"That makes sense." She said with a sigh sitting back in her chair. She looked down at her watch and bit her lip. "I actually have to get going to work. If you wanted to grab a shower or something..." She started. "Shit, my car..." she sighed.

"Alexis dropped it off last night about 8:30." He said motioning to her keys sitting on the counter as he stood up grabbing their nearly empty plates and putting them in the sink. Nodding, she grabbed her laptop bag and keys and slipped on her shoes. He walked out of the kitchen following her as he stuffed his feet into his worn boots slipping on his jacket.

"I'll walk you out." He nodded as she opened the door. She smiled up at him as she locked the door and they began down the hallway.

As they walked down the hallway to the elevator he wrapped an arm around her narrow shoulders. They stepped into the elevator as it opened she leaned against the back wall facing the door. He stood closely next to her so their arms touched. As the door closed she studied their reflection in the shiny silver door. She tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes. At that moment she could swear she had seen Dean in her dreams before she had ever even met him, but it hadn't been Dean. She shook her head and sighed knowing how ridiculous that sounded and pushed the thought from her mind.

She bit her lip as she listened to the light tap of his finger against the railing of the elevator. She could feel the tension getting thicker as they descended the six floors to the lobby. As if he was reading her mind he sighed and pushed off the wall and turned to her, his green eyes filled with lust. Leaning into her he pressed his lips to hers with need, pinning her against the wall. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders as she deepened the kiss. She moaned slightly as he bit down on her lip as his hands tangled in her hair. Gasping softly into his mouth as he tugged slightly, she pulled him closer to her. He pulled away quickly as the bell dinged in the elevator. She sighed softly as they exited the elevator running a hand through her hair. He coughed, clearing his throat, as they walked out into the crisp morning air. She glanced around the parking lot seeing her car parked neatly next to his. He slowed his pace as they neared the cars and turned to her and smirked.

"You didn't have to jump me in the elevator like that, you know." He winked at her. She smirked back feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

"I'll do my best to contain myself next time..." She said as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm sure." He chuckled. She shook her head unlocking her car biting her lip.

"Have a good day, Winchester." She laughed as she opened her door setting her bag on the passenger seat. He nodded at her as the driver side door to the Impala creaked open before he rested his hands on the roof.

"You too, Liv." He smiled weakly before sliding into the car and starting the engine and driving out of the parking lot. She shook her head as she climbed into her SUV. She leaned her head back against the headrest and sighed. She really, really hated Tuesdays.