Ah, the conclusion! Yes, this is just a short story. A brief tale. It has accomplished exactly what it was supposed to so... I hope you enjoyed it! :)

"What were you thinking you were going to do after you pretended to have sex with me?" Dean muttered against her neck a little while later.

Running her fingers through his hair, she chuckled. "The bathroom is all set up for my bubble bath. I doubt very seriously that is something you are interested in."

Dean pulled back to look at Machelle. "By myself? No way. With you?" He slithered backwards, pulling her off the bed and scooping her into his arms. "This is going to be fun." He paused in the doorway of the bathroom. "A woman after my own heart." She followed the direction of his gaze and then tucked her face against his neck. "You will share, won't you?" he asked with a laugh. "Or was all of that for you?" He let her slide to her feet, dump in the bubble bath, and adjust the water temperature. While she was bent over, he rubbed his re-hardening cock against her rear. "Machelle? Is that all for you or will you share?"

She held on to the side of the tub and pressed back against him. "Mmmmm."

"Really wasn't an answer." he chuckled as he stepped closer.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll think about sharing." His large hands palmed her breasts.

"Get in the tub." he growled. She lifted one leg to step in. He held on to her waist to keep her steady. Once she was standing in the water, he stepped in behind her. They sat down slowly, him behind her with Machelle fitting carefully against his thighs. Dean grabbed the melting margarita. "Sip." he ordered. She rubbed his legs as she drank from the cup he tilted to her lips. She drank what she could but some ran down her neck. "Oh, no. I guess I need to clean that up." Dean ran his tongue along her neck as he reached for another glass. "I didn't take you for a brandy drinker."

Machelle slid in the bubbly water, rocking against him. "Dean…" He held the glass to her mouth again. She sipped the brandy, swirled it in her mouth, and leaned forward to turn off the still-running water. Hearing Dean sit that glass on the floor, Machelle took the opportunity to turn and face him. He raised an eyebrow and paused as he had been reaching for another drink. Machelle mimicked his eyebrow raise as she let the brandy roll from her mouth and slide down her chin.

"You are toying with fire." he warned.

She climbed onto his lap. His tongue snaked out to tickle her neck. She wrapped her hand around his poker-stiff rod and squeezed tightly. Turning her head to the side, she caught his ear between her teeth and bit down. On a near silent whisper she taunted, "Burn me."

Dean's long fingers flexed against her hips. "Oh, darlin'. Tempting, tempting, but I have more control the second time around." He tucked her knees on both sides of his thighs, keeping her wide open for his assault. Pulling both of her hands behind her back, he captured them with one hand and held them against her ass. This forced her to throw her chest forward, sending her breasts directly in line with his waiting mouth. His nimble fingers danced across her belly on a path southward. "You wanted to get burned. I want to watch you go up in flames." He drove his ring finger and middle finger into her waiting channel as he leaned forward to capture one turgid peak in his mouth. Machelle strained to pull her arms free, rocking with the sensations the duel attention brought. She begged for release. Dean wiggled the fingers inside her body making her rock even harder. Finally, finally, the soap suds worked their magic. The slickness of the bubble bath created a lack of friction between Dean's hand and Machelle's wrist to the point that she was able to pull her hands free and brace one on the bottom of the tub. With the other, she grasped Dean's pulsating and needy cock in her hand. Mindless of his fingers, she positioned him where she wanted and sat down. He'd only gotten his hand to her clit when he bottomed out inside her. He stroked her once and felt her convulse, screaming his name. Dean grabbed her shoulders and took over, thrusting with abandon.

"So that's a bubble bath?" Dean said as they washed each other in the shower. "I think I like them."

Machelle grinned as she washed his back. "So I taught you something new?"

Dean turned and kissed her softly. "You have no idea." He loved the blush that was creeping up her face. "I can tell you more tomorrow on our date."

Machelle froze and smacked his chest. "How did you get in my house anyway?"

"Um, I, um, well… I wasn't sure if I would actually be able to stay away ALL night. I thought I might come back and check on you, maybe sleep on your couch after I checked out of my hotel and grabbed my stuff…" He did look sheepish, at least.

"So you PLANNED AHEAD? You did what, left a window open?" Machelle's eyes narrowed.

"See, I can tell by your eyes that you are angry right now, and you should be. I didn't plan on sleeping with you tonight, I swear." He held his hand up beside his head. "I just didn't think I could be that far away from you."

"Which window?"

"Machelle…"

"Which window?" she repeated.

"The one in the spare room." he muttered.

"That's over my crawl-space hole and has a bunch of crap in front of it! How did you reach it from outside? And how did I not hear you inside?" Machelle held on to his elbows now.

"I moved a few boxes when I excused myself to use your bathroom. That's when I unlocked the window. And I chose that one because no one would break in that way. You were still safe." He kissed her forehead. "I wanted to watch over you, not leave you vulnerable to a break-in."

"So you scaled my house?"

"You need to start watching my matches, sweetheart." He pulled her close for a kiss. "Tell you what, we'll watch a couple tomorrow before Fast & Furious. Then you'll know not to worry." He turned off the water and helped her from the shower.

"Okay. So I watch some of your matches and know not to worry." She grabbed the edges of the towel he was drying her with. "When are you going to tell Roman that you are dating his daughter's teacher?"