The Forgotten mate

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I felt my body seize up in pure shock. My brain, conscious thought just fled me completely as Dean pressed his lips gently to mine.

‘Do something.’ my brain screamed. I just sat frozen, but I knew one thing, that his gentle kisses were stirring something inside me. A long, dormant, ignored part of me was stirring ‘kiss him.’ I heard the voice inside me whisper and, f**k did I want to listen to that, his lips continued brushing mine with such tenderness, but I knew that he was holding himself back and, f**k I didn't want him to I wanted him to grab me crush me to him. Without conscious thought, I suddenly realized my lips had begun moving against his, Dean's hands were cupping my face gently, almost reverently. f**k that if I was going to f**k up I was going to do it properly, I just instantly decided to shut off that annoying voice in my head completely. I closed my eyes and slid my hands into his hair. Gripping it tightly, I pulled him to me and began kissing him with an intensity that even surprised me. I smiled to myself as I felt Dean stiffen in shock for an instant before his resolve disappeared, and he began kissing me with an enthusiasm that was mirroring mine. His hands disappeared from my face and slid into my hair, gripping it, making growling type noises in his throat, and f**k if that didn't turn me on. He gripped my hair tightly.

‘Ease up baby.’ he muttered into our kiss,

‘You won't break me.’ I whispered breathily. He pulled his lips from mine but didn't pull away. Our lips hovered millimeters apart. I could feel the warmth from his mouth and the gentle tickle of his breath.

‘No, but you might break me.’ he groaned. I could feel the trembling in his lips. He was fighting so hard to stay in control but wasn't moving away.

‘You're saying this.’ I whispered, ‘you are telling me to slow down.’ I tried not to wince as he tightened his grip on my hair, pulling it slightly.

‘Uh huh.’ he muttered through gritted teeth, but he held me so tightly moving away from him would have been impossible, and I became aware that I was panting slightly, my chest heaving.

‘Why?’ i asked breathily. He groaned ,

‘I don't f*****g know.’ he growled, releasing my hair. His hands grabbed my waist and in an instant i was yanked up and put down on his lap, straddling him. I smiled and kissed him. Dean gave another of his throaty growls and pulled me into him. I leaned in even closer, pressing my warm breasts against his chest. I slid my hands down his arms, feeling the rock hard muscles. I was painfully aware of Dean’s rock-hard erection that was pressing against my hip. I slipped my hands to his chest, feeling the taut muscles twitching under my gentle stroking. Dean’s hands went down to my thighs, gently stroking along the bare skin that had been exposed by my displaced skirt.. I felt a flood soak my pants as Dean’s warm palms continued to slide over my smooth skin following the curve of my bum. Dean growled again into my kiss as he curled his fingers digging his nails into my bottom slightly.

‘God I've missed you.’ he purred as he slid his hands up my sides under the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned slightly into his kiss as his gentle touch caused goosebumps to pop up in their wake. I broke our kiss and moved my lips to his neck, leaving a gentle trail of kisses. Dean growled, closing his eyes clearly savoring the sensation as he slid his hands up and down my waist. His hand drifted slowly and hesitantly between my legs, my skin tingling from his gentle fingertips. f**k my breasts hurt, my n*****s tingled, desperate for him to touch me and damn it, I wanted him to stop being so gentle. I wanted his hands on me, I wanted him to grab me. As his fingertips brushed in a featherlight touch over the fabric of my panties, I took a sharp breath and froze as I paused, waiting for the ick the twisting in my gut, the screaming in my head, the disgust. But it didn't come. Dean opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were bright shining gold, the question clearly painted across his face. He opened his mouth to speak. I reached out and put a finger to his lips, worried to break the spell we were in. He just looked at me quizzically until I just smiled, and a beautiful smile spread across his face. This time I crossed the distance and pressed my lips to his. I felt Dean’s smile beneath my lips. I slipped my hands down his chest, feeling all the taut muscles twitching beneath my fingers. I could feel the slight trembling as if he was fighting to keep control. Dean's hands were still smoothing over my bare skin, stroking and caressing every inch of my body reverently as his hands reached my hips. I found my skirt being bunched up slightly. I wriggled around freeing the annoying fabric, Dean instantly let go of it, seeming to shift back just slightly. I realized I needed to show initiative here, I needed to be the one to show him I wanted him despite my earlier reservations. Right now I wanted him. I broke our kiss, reached down and swiftly, with a lot less sexiness than I planned for pulled my dress off.

Dean covered his face with his hands.

‘Fuck.’ he snarled. I felt heat flush my face. That wasn't exactly the response i had been hoping for. I shuffled back off his lap cringing with embarrassment flooding through me. This seemed to snap Dean out of his internal debate as he pulled his hands from his face and got up on his knees, shuffling towards me,

‘s**t Sarah, I'm sorry it's not…..’

‘My fault ? ‘ I supplied, grabbing my dress and fumbling as I tried to hastily pull the cool fabric over my head. I heard stitches pop as I pulled it far too hard, desperate to get it on. God, I felt so f*****g stupid. ’Let me guess it's you right.’ I said, not liking how my voice sounded.

‘Um actually …yeah pretty much.’ J chuffed, pulling my dress roughly down over my legs

‘Look, I'm sorry babe I…didn't.’

‘Why did you even ask me out? I said no, no, no, no, and you kept on and….WHY???’ my voice went squeaky with anger. I’m not often an angry person, but the level of embarrassment was making me furious.

‘Baby i…’

‘Its rhetorical I don't care.’ I snarled before folding my arms, but a second later I stopped realizing how childish that would have made me look. Dean growled ,

‘Have I totally f****d this up?’

‘Yes.’ I said, hating how petulant I sounded,

‘Well, with any luck you'll have forgotten me again tomorrow.’ I fought to keep the smile that threatened to sneak onto my face, reminding myself that I was angry at him. ‘Look I am not a complex person… usually I mean I f**k…a lot.’

‘Thanks for that.’ I mumbled,

‘But I mean that's different with you …it would be different.’

‘Of course,’ I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

‘I mean it.’ he said, and I finally turned to look at him and Dean had his face in his hands. ‘If I f**k this up, I mean like properly permanently, I… it will be bad.’

‘Bad how?’ I said, unable to stop my curiosity,

‘Just bad because I don't think I can give you up,’ he said softly.

‘I’m not yours.’ i said firmly. He just smiled f**k I hated that smile, angry or not. It totally disarmed me.

‘Not yet.’ he said softly, ‘will you let me take you home?’

‘Well, since we are in the woods. I kind of have to.’ he nodded sadly as I stomped off towards the car, reminding myself repeatedly that I was angry at him. I sat in the passenger seat and folded my arms, staring out of the windscreen. Dean joined me a few seconds later, he started up the car and drove off quickly, making a U-turn in a space that seemed too small for it to be possible.

‘Soooooo.’ he said slowly as we moved quickly through the dark trees, ‘ on a scale of like 0ne to a hundred, like how pissed off are you?’

‘I wouldn't call me tomorrow.’ I said stiffly,

‘Noted but i'll still call you,’

‘Why ?’ I said in a wine. He just smiled to himself,

‘Because i have to.’

‘I'm not going to mess up like this again,’ i said flatly,

‘Nor will I.’ he said gently. The journey passed in a fairly uncomfortable silence, but to be honest, I was glad for it. I was more embarrassed than I would have believed possible. I mean I'm a f*****g lesbian, yet the town slut managed to get me stripping down to my underwear in the woods with little to no effort on his part. But had he done that just to amuse himself by rejecting me? Why was every other woman good enough to f**k and cast aside but I didn't meet that criteria. Was i that hideous to him or was it just to be cruel? He didn't honestly seem cruel.

‘We're here.’ he said softly, pulling the car up to the curb, snapping me from my musing, but as I looked at him he just looked honestly sad.

‘Um ok.’ I said awkwardly , ‘um thank you.’

‘Sarah.’ He said gently. My hand stopped and I looked at him. He opened his mouth and then silently closed it again, shaking his head.

‘Goodnight.’ I said, gently getting out of the car. I didn't look back. I just began fumbling inside my bag for my keys.

‘Sarah.’ I flinched as Dean gripped my hand gently. What the f**k how did he get there that bloody quick? He released my arm and plunged his hands deep into my hair and pulled me roughly into a kiss. The second our lips touched, an explosion went off inside my body, my p***y was suddenly flooded, my skin was goose pimpled and my knees wobbled. My conscious brain, the part that knew I was mad at hm well, that just f*****g fled completely. He pulled his lips away slowly, his beautiful dark eyes locking on mine and I couldn't help but smile, which he returned looking relieved.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow. ‘ He whispered, leaning over, pressing a swift kiss to my lips, and he was gone. He was back in his car and there I was stood gaping like I'd recently been stuffed. He moved so quickly I could almost believe I'd imagined the whole thing. But my dripping panties confirmed it was indeed a true if slightly confusing turn of events. Dean sat calmly watching me as I walked over to the front door and fumbled with my keys.

‘You need to be careful with that one.’ I leapt as I opened the door to find Norma sitting in the dark kitchen staring at me.

‘What? ‘I said stupidly,

‘You need to be more guarded. You cannot fall for him.’

‘Why are you sitting in the dark?’ I said, heading for her wheelchair,

‘I am exactly where I need to be.’ she said stubbornly. ‘I made you some tea.’ she said, indicating the mug on the table.

‘Thank you.’ I said, picking up the mug and wrinkling my nose at the smell. Norma had always been a fan of tea that tastes like pond water, but it did seem to help with my headaches and nightmares. ‘Do you want me to help you into bed?’

‘I am not an invalid Sarah,’ she said haughtily, I can manage.’

‘OK.’ I said, knowing she wasn't going to accept help when she was in this sort of mood. I took a sip of my tea, shuddering slightly at the taste slightly i slipped out of the room. ‘Call me if you need some help.’

I walked through the house in the dark until I reached my room and flicked on the bedside table lamp. Over in his little playpen, Blue leapt to his feet, barking furiously and bouncing up on his back legs. I sat on the floor, placing my mug down next to me. I leaned over and scooped blue up, giving his head a scratch before I put him down on the floor. My phone over in my bag buzzed. I jumped up to my feet and scrambled over to my bag. I opened the text and wasn't surprised to see it was from Dean and simply said, goodnight baby, see you tomorrow. I couldn't help it. I smiled. But it was snapped from my musings by blue who had careered into my mug, knocking it flying, spattering my disgusting tea across the room. I laughed

‘You daft animal.’ I said, picking up the sodden puppy who was looking baffled.