Chapter 7:

Fay typed the last sentence of her story. Her back ached and she was beginning to feel the throb of a headache just behind her eyes. Saving the document she clicked to send it to Mark. Stretching she stood up and looked out of the window.

Cricking her back as she moved across the room fully intent on heading towards the kitchen she stopped as her doorbell rang.

Checking her watch she muttered about the time it was four in the morning and she had been writing since she got back from the hunt and the night adrenaline was still pumping through her veins. All she wanted was to snuggle down in her bed and sleep.

Checking the peep hole the morning was still dark but she could see a figure standing there. The way the figure stood she was sure it was Dean, 'CRAP!' She checked her hair and then finally opened the door.

His hand was raised to ring the bell he smiled, 'Sorry I weren't sure if you were asleep. I kind of just thought I would see.'

She smiled back. He looked her up and down smirking he said, 'Love the pyjama's.'

Blushing she let him pass her into the hall.

'Go on through to the living room it's just to the left.'

He headed into the room she loved the way he moved and he was in her space. The laptop was on the table showing her story and the images she had used Dean was reading it. 'I just finished it. I've sent it on to Mark my editor.'

Dean nodded and moved away from the laptop scanning the bookcase and cd selection. She turned back to her laptop she realised that on the screen just behind her story was an e-fit picture of Sam and Dean.

She realised as soon as she had seen them in the bar there was something about them. It was only after she had been alone with Dean she realised where she had seen their images. Their faces appeared on a wanted picture on the wall of the city police station.

She hadn't done anything about it but the guilt just covered her and the picture sent like throbs across the air towards her. She felt like the character in The Tell Tale Heart because she knew who they were according to the police reports but she also knew the real them with how they had saved her. Dean had protected her like he said he would and she knew that she was safe but she wasn't sure how long she could keep up the pretence of not completely knowing his past.

The picture kept throbbing so she closed her eyes and shook her head, 'So what do I owe this pleasure?' Her voice lowered seductively as she stared at him.

'Well I was passing...'

Laughing she stood seductively near the door. He looked her up and down smiling at her pyjama's which was a simple large t shirt with a pair of shorts. He loved the way under his gaze she was suddenly shy but still there was an element of flirtation surrounding her eyes and the way her lips parted slightly.

'You were passing at this time in the morning in this particular area?'

He nodded as he moved closer. The air tingled between them and she took a deep breath trying to prepare herself for the strength of his lips against her own. His hand slipped behind her head and kissed her softly and his body pressed her against the wall.

Feeling his free hand slip up her t shirt she gasped as his hand caressed her breast his touch made her body respond in ways she had never imagined before. Her nipples erected as his hand moved down towards her navel.

'Wait... a second Dean.' His lips stopped kissing her neck, 'I've got something to tell you.'

He broke away and whispered what? 'I know that you and Sam are wanted.'

He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.

'Sam was right.' He ran his hands through his short hair, 'So what you decided to shop us to the FBI in order to get a good story is that it?'

Dean was shouting he hadn't wanted Sam to be right. It annoyed him that Sam had her measure from the start but he had been sucked in by her glances and finally her kiss. Shaking his head he looked at her as she shook her head.

'No Dean that's my story.' She pointed to her laptop, 'I don't care what you did or have done its nothing to do with this. I like you Dean.'

Her face flushed and looked at her feet. 'I don't care what you think about me knowing what you do just as long as you realise I would never ever tell or grass you up. What would I have to gain from all of that? A big fat nothing is what Dean.'

She stalked up and down in the room, 'Dean I've written story all about ghosts. Obviously it has nothing to do with what you and Sam did it's a basic overhaul of how ghosts exist and a few local stories. Read it if you don't believe me.' She sat down on the floor head in her hands.

Dean didn't know what to say he ached to touch her but he wasn't sure if he should, 'Screw this', he thought as he moved towards her grabbing her hand he pulled her from the floor and pulled her to him.

Gently kissing her lips he felt her respond gently then with more urgency scooping her into his arms he realised he had no idea where he was headed. 'Bedroom?' he asked as he pulled away.

Panting she jerked her head to the right. Kicking the door with his heel and rotating so he could see the bed he placed her gently down.

Shrugging out of his jacket he felt her hands helping him remove his shirt as he shrugged it off next to his jacket his hands made little effort of his black t shirt.

Feeling her soft hands clasp at his belt, then his button and finally his zipper he moaned softly.

The pressure had been building there since their first kiss feeling her hands roam his chest and her hands pull him closer. She moaned as he pressed his hand between her thighs and his palm moved up under her shirt to caress her breasts.

His hands pushed at the hem demanding her shirt to be removed so she complied enjoying the air that played gently across her chest as he gently took one of her nipples in his mouth.

Rolling the nub with his tongue she felt the heat surge across her body till the ache intensified. His lips moved from her breasts lower, lower then he slipped it slowly inside.

His warm tongue moved inside her jerking and touching her hitting a place she had never felt could be exposed to such pleasure from the gentle pressure from one man's tongue. Eliciting a long moan she bucked beneath him.

Entering her she felt him fill her she stroked down his spine feeling him sigh and shiver at her touch.

Thrusting into her she gasped as he arched into her again. Her body moved in a rhythm with his she could feel the powerful surge of her climax as the world disappeared in a wonderful rainbow of colours.

Opening her eyes as she moaned his name he looked deep into her eyes as he kissed her he came after her whispering her name into her neck. His warm breath lapped against her skin.

Their bodies slumped into one another her limbs were still trembling with excitement and fulfilment.

'Wow!' He nodded in agreement. Pulling her into his arms she felt him trembling as his breathing returned back to normal.

'I have to admit when I first realised who you were I definitely think you are a lot cuter than your mug picture.'

Laughing as she remembered the image of him pulling the blue steel face he smirked back at her.

'Well for what it's worth I know I am and I really knew you weren't going to grass me up. You're not the type.' Turning to look at him she smiled kissing him softly.

'You know what I found out?' he shook his head she smiled at his tousled hair, 'I've got one hot story and it's a helluva a better story than I planned. I seriously wasn't expecting that ending.'

Laughing she felt his arms enclose her and his lips found hers. She realised she was in for more than one hot story Dean was just primed and ready to go for another round and she realised so was she.