Chapter 15

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WARNING: This isn't a lemon chapter, but it does get a little sexual at the end.

Megan POV

"Don't move. Don't breathe too loud. Stay quiet. Do not let him find you." I think to myself, making myself as small as possible.

I'm sitting alone, under the stairs in my basement, in the complete dark. So, it's safe to say that I'm mildly terrified right now.

Honestly, I have no idea how long I've been down here for. Five minutes? Ten minutes? An hour? My muscles scream at me to move. I don't move though, I can't risk him finding me.

*Creak*

Wait. Is that a noise from above me?

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

My heart picks up speed as I realize he's coming towards the basement.

*Creeeeak*

That's the basement door opening. I cover my mouth to keep myself from making any sound.

*thump* *Thump* *THump* *THUmp* *THUMp* *THUMP*

He's on ground level now. I lower my head slightly, and I can see the faint outline of his shoes. I see him slowly pacing away from the stairs, his footsteps fading into the distance.

I sit here for what feels like a thousand years, before I finally hear him approaching me again. I stay as still as physically possible, but my body is really starting to hurt.

He stops directly at the base of the stairs, but does not move. I can practically see the tension in the air, and it takes all my willpower to keep quiet. It's dead silent, until....

"GAH!" Dean suddenly bellows.

My boyfriend shoots down to my level, grinning at me.

"AHHHH!" I shriek at the sudden noise.

Dean bursts out laughing, and I whack him on the arm.

"That was NOT funny." I grumble, crawling out of my hiding spot.

"Ye-yes it w-was! It was h-hi-hilarious!" Dean gasps, between laughs.

My scowl soon breaks, and I break down laughing too. We laugh for at least a minute straight, and by the time we both calm down, my stomach feels like it's on fire.

Maybe playing hide and seek is a bad idea....

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After we both decide that scaring the shit out of each other is both horrifying and exhausting, we decide to watch a movie instead. I let Dean choose, and of course, he chooses a horror movie.

"Oh shit." I whisper, curling up against Dean's chest.

"The movie hasn't even started yet, this is just the intro." Dean laughs, wrapping his arms around my stomach.

"Yeah well, horror movies are scary." I point out.

"No way, I never would have guessed." Dean says sarcastically.

I scowl up at him, but he just leans down and kisses my forehead.

I sigh in defeat, and lay my head back down on Dean's arm.

My body is soon tense with suspense as the first jump scare is about to happen, or at least, I feel like something bad is about to happen. My breathing is starting to speed up, and I'm sure my heart is nearly beating out of my chest. Apparently Dean notices, as he leans down and whispers in my ear.

"Are you scared?"

I nod slightly, still keeping my eyes on the screen.

"Well, it's not the movie you should be scared of. There's something much more frightening behind you."

I feel a chill run down my spine, as I turn my head to look into the lustful eyes of my boyfriend.

Dean suddenly moves from beside me, to on top of me. His arms on either side of my head, and his knees on either side of my legs. He smirks at my startled face, and leans down to kiss me.

All I can focus on now is Dean's lips against mine, and his body so close to mine. The horror movie playing in the background is completely forgotten by now.

Our kiss becomes faster and lustful, with Dean's tongue sliding into my mouth and exploring every inch of it.

I feel so warm. So safe. Here, right now, with my boyfriend. Everything feels so perfect.

Dean slows the kiss, and pulls his tongue out of my mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva. Instead of leaning back though, he moves his head to my neck, and starts kissing down. He soon finds the spot where he marked me before, and starts kissing and licking it roughly.

I let out a string of moans, which causes Dean to make out with my neck even more aggressively. I feel something else though, something farther down my body. I glance down, and see his right hand trailing down my side, to my hip. He grips onto it, while he places his left hand on my collarbone. Slowly, Dean lowers himself directly on top of me, which causes me to gasp slightly at the sudden weight on me. I feel something else too, something farther down than my hip....something coming from him....something hard. Oh no.

Dean finally releases my neck, smirking at me.

"Your mark was fading. I had to renew it." He explains, with a slightly raspy voice.

"Well, good thing you're on top of me then." I say softly.

Dean studies me for a moment, then leans over to whisper in my ear.

"When I get off of you, you have five seconds to run."

Uh oh, I know where this is going.

Dean slowly starts to back off me, then once he's fully off, he grins and says. "Run."

I immediately bolt from the couch, run out of the living room, into the kitchen, up the stairs and towards my bedroom. Seconds after I make it to the top of the stairs, I hear Dean running after me. I shriek in delight as I fling myself into my bedroom, and attempt to close my door. Before I can, however, Dean bursts in, gathers me in his arms, and flings me onto my bed. Within seconds, he's over me again, and starting to kiss me.

After a few moments, Dean's hands trail down my body, and reach the bottom of my shirt. He then swiftly pulls it up over my head, leaving me exposed in my bra. I gasp in surprise, and Dean uses that opportunity to shove his tongue down my throat. At that same moment, he undoes my belt and slowly starts to pull my pants off my legs. I can't help but reach down to the bottom of his hoodie, and pull it off him. He smirks at me, looking a little impressed, then takes off his shirt, revealing his slightly tanned chest. Dean continues with his pants, and soon, we're both left in our underwear.

It doesn't go any farther than that though, as we finish our make out session, I start to feel really tired. Dean notices too, and rolls beside me. He brings up my bedsheets, covering both of us, and wraps his arms around me. I'm instantly surrounded by heat, and it only takes a second for me to fall asleep.

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