It has always been you

Give me this weekend

Dean leaves the room, and I'm furious! I jump up and follow him.

"What the f**k?" I yell after him.

"I can't keep doing this Vann, I can't keep seeing you with other people, and having you come back to me when you're done. I can't keep being your rebound."

Tears fall down my eyes and I put my head down. Clearly, he felt sorry for me because he comes over to me, tucks my hair behind my ears and wipes my tears away with his thumbs, resting his hands on my face. He looks deep into my eyes.

I push hard into his chest and he stumbles back slightly. Surprised.

"It's you" I say.

"What is?"

"The reason we broke up. It's you. Felix hated how close we were. It made him so jealous, and eventually, he gave me an ultimatum. Or friendship, or him. And I chose you".

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just can't... I can't get over you. I can't keep away from you".

I begin to cry. Dean looks at me surprised. He takes a step forward to me put I put my hand out. my palm falls flat against his chest and I shake my head. I need to say this. if I don't do it now, I never will.

"Its been nearly 10 years" I sob. "10 years of this cat and mouse game we play. Constantly going back and fourth with each other. You're with someone and I want you. I'm with someone, and you want me. I don't use you as a rebound Dean and you know it. I f*****g love you. I love you so much that my heart literally aches for you, and I know you feel the same way about me."

Dean tries to step closer to me again, but I move back. "Don't". He looks at me confused.

"You're right. We can't keep doing this. we're probably the reason that we haven't been mated yet. We can't move on from each other. We can't find someone else because we're like magnets. We just can't stay away from each other. You hear these stories about people who have known each other for years... and then one day... boom! they turn around and sparks fly and they realise their mate has been with them all along".

"You said you don't believe in being mated for like".

"I was a child when I said that. I watch it happen to everyone around me, and wonder why it can't happen to me too. People are finding their mate as teenagers and yet... why haven't we?"

"Savannah" he pleads.

"After this weekend, I'm moving out of the pack house"

"No!" he pleads "Please. No."

I try to move as he lunges to me, but he's strong. He Wraps His big arms around me, and holds me so tight I can barely breath.

"Don't. Baby please don't. Savannah. You can't leave me." 

I try to push him away, but he holds me tighter. He kisses the space in-between my earlobe and my jaw.

"Don't leave me" he whispers. He kisses down my neck... "Don't leave me" he continues across my collar bone... "Don't leave me" he grazes his teeth across my shoulder... "Don't leave me."

We're both crying at this point. He looks up at me. His blue eyes sparkling from the tears. I'm on the brink of sobbing. My heart is breaking.

Dean drops to his knees as if he's begging for his life.

Fuck this is hard.

I feel sick.

"We can't..." I whisper.

He nods in defeat.

"Give me this weekend. Let me spend these next few nights holding you, touching you, making love to you. We could work Savannah. We could work, together, just us. No drama. You don't want the chase? that's fine. We could just be together. I can make you happy Savannah I know you can. Just give me a change. please".

I shake my head.

I've made my mind up.

It took for him to push me away, but he's right.

"One last weekend. And if it's not what you want? There's a cute two bedroomed cottage on first. Its been empty for the last three years. Its yours."

I nod. "ok".

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***Dean's POV***

How did it get to this point? how did it get so twisted and so out of hand? One minute we're racing to tear off each others clothes, and the next she's saying she's leaving. This can't happen. THIS CANNOT HAPPEN! I'll do anything. I'll do whatever it takes but she's not going. I'm literally on my knees and I don't care if the whole pack sees. She can't leave me. I'll look up to her, tears streaking my face. She's crying too. Mascara stains down her cheeks, her lips swollen and eyes red. I pushed her to this. She moves my arms from around her legs and leaves the room. I put my head in my hands and take a few deep breaths. I rise to my feet and run upstairs and catch her just outside her room door. I grab her arm and pull her across the hall and into my room. I close the door behind her.

"Dean" she pleads.

I nod. I don't say a word. I take her hand and walk her over to the bathroom. I turn on the tap and dampen a flannel. I sit on the edge of the bathtub and pull her to stand in-between my open legs. I look up at her and begin to wipe the makeup from her face. she nuzzles her face into my open palm and closes her eyes. I wrap my other arm around her waist and place my face at the side of hers. we stay like that for a few minutes. 

"Let me make you feel good" I whisper in her ear. She looks at me with her eyes wide and her lips parted. 

"You know I can make you feel so good" I whisper. She bites he bottom lip, squeezes her eyes shut and exhales loudly. In that moment I know she's thinking of all the times I've touched her, all the orgasms I've given her.

I stand up and our bodies are pressed together. She takes the hair tie she has wrapped around her wrist and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, exposing her neck. Her long red waves falling down her back. Even now she's so beautiful. I take her by the hand and lead her back into my bedroom.

I rip open my pale blue button up shirt and throw it to the floor. I spin her around so her back is against my chest and we're both staring at ourselves in the mirrored panels on my closet. She's still wearing the tight blue dress that she wore to the meeting. It clings to every curve. I slowly pull down the zip, looking at her through the mirror. I peel the dress from her body and she stands there. her thick laced black bra holding her large breasts, the matching laced panties exposing small tastes of skin over her hips and ass, matching lace top stockings complete the look. She's still wearing the heals. I swallow hard and she looks away.

"Look at yourself" I demand. "Look how so f*****g sexy you are".

She looks up and gazes at me.

I place one hand on her full hip, and the other hand in the centre of her chest, just under the lines of her bra and slowly graze my fingers down her stomach to the line of her panties. She gasps in anticipation. I run my fingers back up her abdomen, and her eyes widen in surprise. A grin curls at the corner of my mouth. I squeeze my hand that's on her hip and begin stroking back down her stomach. Her head rolls back onto my shoulder and I plant a kiss on her cheek. This time my fingers dip into the top of her panties, before bringing my fingers back up. She groans in frustration. This time, I run my fingers all the way up her chest and graze her n****e, before stroking over her collar bone and down her arm. I nuzzle her neck and then slowly walk around her body until I'm stood in front of her. I grab her face in my hands and kiss her passionately, our tongues caressing each other. I pull her bottom lip in-between my teeth before slowly planting wet kisses down her neck. I unhook her bra, pull the straps over her shoulders and throw it across the room. I take her breasts in my hand and give them a gentle squeeze. I place her n*****s in-between my thumb and index finger and pull at them gently I continue kissing down her stomach until I'm on my knees in front of her. My hands stroke down the dip of her waist and into the curves of her hips. I squeeze her ass and stroke the skin down her thighs. I place my hands at the back of her knees and lift one of her thighs and place it on my shoulder. I bite the inside of her thigh, and she whimpers. I Slide the shoe off of her foot, and slowly roll the stocking down her thigh I frantically plant kisses on her as I put her foot back to the floor, and repeat on the other leg. My floor is littered with items of her clothing and when I look up she's panting, chest heaving, wearing nothing but lace panties.

I get up and stand behind her and wrap my arms around her.

"Tell me you want me" I whisper in her ears.

Her eyes widen. "I want you. My god I want you Dean" she pants.

I reach my hand inside her panties while she watches me through the mirror. She instantly moans. She's so wet, and I've barely touched her.