Dean gave the door a quick knock before entering. He was a little early, but Lily was usually waiting by the time he arrived. He was surprised to not find her in the room. He checked his watch impatiently and sat on the bed, hoping that nothing would make her late.
They'd both been busy today, but they'd still made a point to steal what contact they could as they passed one another in the office. A soft touch here. A sneaked kiss there. Thousands of smiles filled with hidden promises. It had been difficult for him to concentrate, but somehow he had managed to stop thinking of her long, shapely neck just enough to get his work done. One of these days their interoffice playing would get them in trouble, but they didn't care enough to stop.
Dean shook himself from his reverie and checked his watch again. It had been all of 8 minutes. He wondered how in the world she could managed to wait for him every night. Another two minutes would drive him mad.
Just then, the door opened and in she walked, adorable as ever.
"Hello, Lily."
"Well, hi there," she replied and crossed the room to glance out the window at the darkening sky, paying him no special attention. "Someone came early."
She couldn't help but grin once she had her back to him. It always made her happy to get a little extra time with Dean, but she hated letting him know that. His arrogance, no matter how playful, didn't need encouragement.
Dean smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm a little early. Is that a problem?" His tone made it clear that he knew it was anything but, which sparked Lily's pride.
She turned to face him and pointed to the door. "It's such a problem, you should probably just go."
Dean just smiled and shrugged before rising from the bed to move to the door. When his hand closed around the doorknob, he locked the door instead of leaving.
"I'd rather not."
Lily's eyes widened in surprise for an instant until her pride caused them to flare just a little.
"Oh?" was all she could manage in reply.
"No." The word was final, leaving no room for discussion.
Dean turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to her, invading her space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Lily's perfect skin flushed and she stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Dean's mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after her, stalking his prey.
"I'm rather intent on staying right here," he continued.
He loomed over her, fingertips barely brushing her inner wrists, and she took another step back with a nervous stammer.
"O... Oh..." Lily's heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone of voice all too well. She took another step back and Dean followed, guiding her until she reached the corner and could escape no further.
"Going somewhere?" he teased and moved in close, tenderly taking her left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over her head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from Lily. He held her there and gazed into her eyes for a moment, and her heart skipped another beat. Her eyes widened as he lowered his face to her sensitive neck and his warm breath washed over her skin. She tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.
"I... I was just... "
Dean reached down to her side and intertwined his fingers with those of her right hand, lifting it to join the other above her head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching hers, his bearded cheek nuzzling her jawline an instant before his lips brushed over her earlobe.
"Just what?" he whispered.
Lily trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Her neck was so tender and she ached for more. She mewled softly and tilted her head to the side, opening herself to him.
"Just...," was all she could manage in reply.
"Just remembering that you're mine," he answered for her and lightly pressed his lips to her exposed neck. He loved to kiss her there almost as much as she loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of her body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in her intoxicating scent as she shuddered again and arched a little toward him.
"Yes," she breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed. She bit her lower lip at the confession and flushed even more.
Dean smiled and traced his fingertips down her left arm to caress her cheek, raising up to loom over her and stare down into her dark, beautiful eyes. "I've known since the first moment I touched you, Lily." His fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down her neck. Lily's breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and she could only moan in reply.
"You belong to me." He moved closer to press his lips to her forehead even as his hips pinned hers to the wall. Lily's entire body shifted and she jerked her hips as his pressed in.
"You are mine," Dean whispered. "You can't escape me, Little One."
Lily's cheeks burned and she knew that they must be completely red now. Her eyes widened again and she could feel that her pulse hammered visibly in her neck.
