Dean pulled her so they were lying down, and he kissed his way along her jawline.
Alina rolled on top of him until she was straddling him. Her arms curled around his body she kissed his collar bone.
He cupped her face and kissed her carefully, his free hand working at his belt.
Alina helped undo his belt and slid it off. She let her hands work at his jeans.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he walked her backwards toward the bed, “I love you so much.”
“It’s one of my favorites. Strange place, with strange people. I kinda fit in.” In a way Alina wouldn’t understand, and he wasn’t about to go into detail. He leaned back in his chair, his ankles crossed and his hands in his lap. “I’ve been… busy. Being a director at a child care center takes a lot out of me. How are you? Aren’t you on some type of break now?”
“I’m sure it does.” She smiled. “I am on holiday, yes. We get a week off to rest up before starting rehearsals again.” The next season would be starting and they had a full plate with the triple bill. “I never knew what to do on these breaks though. People would still find me in the company’s studio and would tell me that it was time to rest.” Alina laughed again. “At least I’m still ready to go when we got back.”
“Protects me from demons.” Dean explained quietly, seeing her glance, “so they can’t possess me.” He let his hands slide over her skin, making swirling patterns and stars. He wanted to take his time, let her know she was safe before going on.
Alina kissed the small tattoo and worked her way up to his neck. She stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. Whatever sweet nothings they were, her arms wrapped around his neck and she nuzzled him.
“Sorry, I’ll stop talking now.” Dean murmured, helping her pull of his shirt and flinging it on the floor. He had played this situation in his mind over and over, worrying that he might not be ready when she was… But Dean felt okay, exited even.
Alina giggled and unhooked the back of her dress. She fidgeted with the zipped and managed to let the fabric slide to the floor. “You can talk, darling. I don’t mind.” Alina studied the tattoo on his chest. She traced over the star with her fingers, wondering what it was.
he cut some on his spoon “here you are” he held the spoon for her
Alina took the offering and tried the bite. Her face lit up, “You weren’t lying. This is fantastic!”
“How did I get you?” Dean whispered, brushing her hair back gently and looking into her eyes, “out of anyone, I got you.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, “and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You’ve saved me god knows how many times.” She admitted. True enough, he first helped her with the hex bag that Alex had planted there. All the way through the attack, Dean was there to help her. “And I’ll be there for you.” The hospital, the suicide, she couldn’t leave him to self destruct.
All that aside, Alina smiled again as he kissed her. She tugged at his shirt as he held her.
Gene laughed and nodded in thanks, “you got it. What got ya into dancing, if I can ask?” he wondered, watching her.
“My mother took me to dance classes when I was three.” She admitted. “I stuck with it even after she passed. She told me it was a pleasure for her to see me dancing.”
Dean lifted her up to carry her to the bed, whispering in her ear, “I will never, ever force you to do anything you don’t want to.” He promised, “you’re safe with me.”
Alina smiled as she was lifted. “I’m yours, always.” They stepped in the room and Alina helped lower herself to stand on the floor. She hugged Dean’s torso and listened to his heart beat. “No one else’s, just yours.”