Her, To Home

Before the first ring got through, someone picked up.

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“Who did it?” He spoke in a deadly voice.

“We traced the number plates. It’s from outta town. We are working on it.” The voice calmly replied- already used to his boss moods.

“Then work faster! You can all say goodbye to your freedom if I don’t get results.” With that he hung up.

Taking deep breaths, he relaxed his face and went back inside the room again. Just the sight of her sleeping brought him to his knees.

Oh God, how much he wanted that woman.

He got beside her again but tried not to touch her. He usually wasn’t as shameless to attack her in her sleep and while she was still hurt but he was afraid old habits might emerge again. Now she was ‘officially’ his, he didn’t want to control those urges but God just fucking love to torture him.

He sighed softly and laid there, eyes never moving from the almost still figure beside him. He never wanted to look away, never wanted to lose such a breathtaking sight.

The happiness which hit his gut again almost watered his eyes.

After another hour, she woke up again. This time in more shitty mood then before. She glances at him without raising her head and said, “I want to take a bath.”

He was more than ready to help her. Without waiting for her to change her mind, he picked her up on his shoulder. A cry escape her mouth and she was suddenly wide awake.

“What are you doing? Put me down you pervert! You promise you won’t do anything before I graduate.” She shouted while punching his back with all her might. It tickled him.

“Don’t worry baby, we are only taking an innocent, virgin old bath together.” He replied grinning. His heart drumming from excitement.

He opened the shower head and while the water turned hot, put her on the sink.

“I look horrible.” she snapped at her reflection, not noticing Dean stripping her down. He paused, looked at her closely then scoffed.

His baby was still gorgeous.

Returning back to his task, he was pulling her sweater over her head gently when she had finally noticed her missing pj’s bottoms and she shrieked.

“What are you doing you obsessive son of a bitch!” She put her arms around herself defensively, her blush spread all the way to her ears and neck.

“Why? You wanna bath in your clothes?” He said without stopping his attempt to see her naked.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?!” She demanded. She was looking at him like he has lost his mind.

“Ah han. For me” he coaxed her by kissing her nose, his voice changing into a soft brush of air as begged with his eyes, still trying to take off her sweater.

“Stop staring at me like a wounded puppy! No puppy in the world is this much of a pervert!” She looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out which made his grin widen. He had never found her hotter.

He knew that expression well. She wanted to pull her hair out but it was the first time he had seen embarrassment and shyness within those frustrated eyes. He has seen her so close, never felt her more his.

God, he wanted to jump her.

Without feeling any shame, he got his hand under her shirt, trailing them on her sides. Her body froze but then the slight tremble from her has sent blazing fire travel from her skin to his whole body.

“C’mon baby, don’t you wanna see me too?” He gently spoke those shameless words like he was talking about the weather.

“Who the fuck want to see you naked?” She was pulled out of her daze from those ridiculous words and pushed him with all her force which unfortunately only backed him a bit but had not taken him by surprise.

He suddenly smiled.

He stared at her for a long time, seeing her murderous glare, feeling it burn him whole. He wasn’t a man who really cared about his lower half. After that one rebellious month, he has never touched a woman again but Sara had always been an exception. Even his own conscious, a tiny, nonexistent part of it was ridiculing him. Shouting at him that he has turned from a creep to a pervert but he has always ignored those tiny shouting. But in front of O’Brian, he refuses to hide anything anymore. Even his shameful, perverted or obsessive personality. He could finally do everything he never could, he could kiss her, hold her and finally own her- with her knowing that is. He refuses to not act like a brute, he refuses to act like a gentleman when he wasn’t.

He slowly approached her again, watching her watch him like a hawk, with all her defenses up. But he has never felt more powerful, his O’Brian was only focused on him, only thinking of him, only watching him. Regardless of the fact she might kill him with that toothbrush she has been eyeing for self-defense, he has never felt more happy.

Before she could grab the toothbrush, he grabbed her hands softly and pushed her back, as gently as he could. His movements were slow and lazy like he was playing a game he never wanted to end.

“I want to see. I want you to lose that embarrassment and shame you have. I refuse to ever see you have your guards up in front of me. I want you bare, as you are, as the you I love, as the you who loves me. I want to see, and I want you to look. See me just as bare and as vulnerable for I will always be at your mercy. For you will always own me more than I own you.” His words came out unconsciously. He wasn’t aware if he was speaking them correctly or if they were making sense but he was desperate, desperate to make her understand. Of course there was also that perverted, beastly side which wanted to devour her whole but he had promised he won’t touch her and he was capable of keeping his words. He has waited his own life; he could wait few more months. He wasn’t in a hurry to his own surprise. Even thought he was usually ready to jump her bones but he knew that he would never be able to get through with it. Just the thought of her being his that way scared the shit out of him. He wanted her slowly, he wanted their relationship to grow, he wanted to know what she wanted in a guy, how she wanted to be treated, how she wanted to be pampered, where she wanted to go out on dates. He wanted to know her more then what he knew of O’Brian as friend. He wanted to know her as a woman.

For him, she was always a woman but he had kept his distance. He had refused to talk about guys with her so he was completely blank about her acceptations and wishes.

A part of his was also afraid that he might break her, from his own hand he might bruise her. For he had loved her for too long, too desperately and too much.

“Baby… I want you to be mine. Unafraid and unapologetic.” He whispered. His voice was gentle instead of hoarse. He wasn’t coaxing her anymore nor seducing her but explaining to her.

He watched as her eyes change expressions like fast forward film. From surprise to embarrassed to becoming glassy while she furiously blinked them, trying her best to not let any tear fall but one had already slide down her red cheek to her jaw. He caught it with his lips, a brush of them on her jaw had carried the small droplet to his mouth. He tasted the burn from it and smiled softly.

He sighed and said with his lips touching the air around her own lips, “I have never seen a more beautiful you.”