Those Three Words (Nine/?)
Title: Those Three Words
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17 for language and sexual scenes
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean) :D
Characters: multi-fandom -- Smallville, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Neither of us own these characters. We're just borrowing them, so please don't sue!!
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Clearing his throat, Giles said, "Here's what I propose. We need to use the books I brought and that thing you call the Internet to figure out a way to destroy this Hellmouth. In the meantime, we need to patrol at night. Chloe? You want to put everyone into teams?"
Startled because she wasn't accustomed to being any kind of actual authority figure, she drew in a breath. "Um, well... I don't know what you guys know. I'm not... familiar with your fighting skills. You probably know better than me about how to pair off." She glanced at Sam and Dean. "But Sam and Dean are used to working together and can hold their own." Chloe looked at Giles.
"We're sticking with you, Chloe," Dean immediately replied, not giving her the chance to say no.
Giles sighed. "I think it's best that Spike patrol with Xander, Willow and Tara."
"Oh, he'll be thrilled," Chloe said with a short chuckle, casting a glance at Xander.
"Hey, I can get along with the guy," Xander protested, "when he's not, ya know... around me." He looked around the room.
"You do know you're gonna be around him, right dude?" Dean asked, amused by Xander's apparent ignorance.
Xander blinked a couple of times before awareness crept over his features. "Well, in that case... I'll just stake him the first chance I get."
"Don't get yourself hurt," Chloe warned.
Laughing, Xander stood up. "Like that guy could hurt me. Besides, with my military training, I could pummel him before --"
"Xand," Willow said gently, "that was just a Halloween thing, remember?"
Dean looked at Chloe in bemusement.
Shaking her head slightly, she looked back at Dean. "So I'm guessing we're going to shift into research-mode?"
Tara smiled faintly. "We're all set up at the hotel."
"And I'm set up here. Do any of you have a laptop?"
Willow beamed immediately in response. "Oh me! I have one!"
Xander laughed as Giles looked annoyed. "Yeah, Will's big with anything computer-related. She's a pro."
Willow smiled at Xander's comment, not seeing the eye roll Dean gave in response.
"Well, I'm not all that good at the research," Dean replied. "I think I'll be doing something else while you guys do the Google thing."
Chloe's eyes lit up. "I'm kind of a whiz with a computer myself. We could join our computers on a network and share information. I have a whole database of demons Sam and I have been working on."
Tara almost chuckled at the excited look on Willow's face.
Sam smiled at the looks on Chloe and Willow's faces. "Putting information together is a great idea," he said. "I definitely would love to help research, that is, if Dean can keep himself out of trouble."
Dean rolled his eyes in response. "Imagine me gut-punching you for that one, Sammy."
Willow laughed despite the brothers' snapping at each other. "Networking is perfect! I love that kind of stuff, aside from the magics."
"OK, then, we're all agreed," Giles replied, taking the lead for the moment. "And we can research in my room, so we won't constantly get in your way, Chloe."
"I really appreciate all the help." She rose to her feet. She moved to her desk and pulled a couple of business cards out of a holder. "My email and phone number are on that." She handed one to Willow and one to Giles.
"Great!" Willow replied, excited to be around someone who understood her need to Google the answers to life, the universe, and everything. "Thanks, I'll email you as soon as I get my laptop set up so we can network."
Standing up, Giles said, "Well, if there's nothing else... I suggest we all get going?"
"I'm hungry," Anya complained, heading for the door.
"Me too," Dawn agreed. "Giles? Breakfast?"
Sighing, Giles shook his head and said, "Yes, yes... breakfast for all. And I'll pay. This time." He looked at Chloe, Sam and Dean. "Call if you need something. And keep in touch. Come by the hotel before dusk and we'll go out patrolling tonight."
"Sure thing." Chloe watched as they filed out the door one after the other and then she let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.
Dean looked over at Chloe. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Sam got up from the couch and went over to the window, staring out at the parking lot, lost in thought.
She turned to look at him, forcing a small smile. "Nothing's wrong. It's just... all a little overwhelming."
Mustering a small smile, he moved away from her. "Tell me about it," he replied. "All these new people in town who know so much more than the three of us put together do... and who knows if they really know what they're doing?"
Chloe nodded slightly, her thoughts turning back to the question Anya had asked her. "Why did you choose here?" She bit her lower lip and headed into the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee.
Dean watched Chloe walk away and into the kitchen, and then turned to his brother, who was staring out the window. He was confused and not sure who to approach first. So he leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her pour another cup of coffee. "I don't know about you," he started, "but I'm hungry, too. Want to make some breakfast?"
"No, but I'll go out and get something." Sam glanced at him. "There's an IHOP a few blocks over."
Nodding, Dean grabbed some bills out of his wallet and handed them to Sam. "Just get... whatever, okay?"
Sam nodded and left, glancing at Chloe and understanding the burden she carried. He leaned into Dean and whispered, "Make her talk, dude. She needs it."
Dean gave his brother a look. "As if I had other things in mind, Jesus." He handed the keys to the Impala, saying, "Don't scratch her trying to warp there and back, okay?"
"Whatever, Dean," Sam snapped and without another word, left the apartment.
Chloe stood stirring a packet of sugar into her coffee as she stared absently out the window, and she didn't even hear Dean enter the room and move to stand behind her.
He watched her stare out the window and wondered how to get her to open up. He saw her shoulders slightly slump down, as if a hard weight rested on them. Moving in, he asked, "Looks like you could use a backrub to ease whatever's on your mind."
"I wouldn't protest," she said softly.
With a chuckle, he stepped behind her and gently started massaging her shoulders. "I'm not really good at this so tell me if it hurts." He winced at his own words. Lame, Dean. Really smart.
A short chuckle escaped her involuntarily. "Funny, I thought you were so self-confident in everything you did."
"Damn, I guess I've given away one of my secrets, then," he replied, feeling her gently relax a little. They were silent for a few moments, Dean applying what he thought was just enough pressure to her shoulders to ease her pain. "So, you want to share one of your secrets, to make us even?" he asked softly, his lips near her ear.
Chloe shut her eyes. "What do you wanna know?" she asked quietly.
"What you're thinking about, for starters," he replied.
"Home," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Dean figured as much, but he wanted to know more about her home... and why she left it. He focused on kneading her shoulders and upper back, the need to make her less stressed extremely important. It was several minutes before he said, "Tell me about it. Isn't there anyone you miss?"
"My cousin," she said without hesitation. She paused for a moment. "My dad," Chloe added in a whisper. "A couple of friends."
"Do these people have names?" Dean asked, curious about the cousin she mentioned right away.
"Lois. Clark. Lana." She winced a little as he hit a particularly sensitive spot with a tense muscle.
"Oh, sorry," he said, gentling his massaging. "Did I hurt you?"
"No. You're fine," she whispered.
"Good," he replied softly, enjoying the moment as much as possible, considering her despair. "So... who do you miss the most?" Make her talk, he remembered Sam saying. Talk about what, though? He was never good at small talk.
"Depends on the minute." She bit her lip, letting out a slow breath. "Right now... Lois."
"I take it Lois is someone you go to with... problems?" he asked with a small smile.
"She was always like an older sister," Chloe admitted. "But not that much older... more like... kinda like we were twins or something."
Dean didn't miss the past tense. "Were?" he asked gently, rubbing the back of her neck gently with his thumbs, trying not to hurt her.
"As in she has no idea where I am." Her voice was barely audible.
"Why doesn't she?" he gently prodded, smoothing the places of her shirt that had gotten bunched up in his fingers while he worked her back.
"It's safer if she doesn't," Chloe answered quietly.
Dean's smile faded from his face. "Because you're the Slayer?" he asked flatly. "What about your friends... Clark and Lana??
"What about them?"
He felt her stiffen suddenly. "Hey, relax, ok?" he said, stopping his hands on her shoulders and squeezing them gently. "You're going to undo everything I've done with your shoulders. Guess I need to practice more."
"Sorry." She let out a breath. "Let's move into the living room. More comfy."
Taking her hand, he led her into the living room and sat down on the large couch. He faced her and saw the sorrow and despair in her eyes. And the fear. "Hey, what's going on inside that head of yours?" he asked, concerned over what he was seeing.
Swallowing hard, she rested her head in her hands for a few moments, trying to pull her thoughts together. "Dean..."
Sighing, he looked down and away. "It's okay," he muttered, feeling more depressed than he had in a long time. An emotion he did not need at this point, he reminded himself. "No need to say anything else." He went to stand up and move away from her, wondering what question or comment made her change her mind about everything over the course of the morning.
"My dad was killed." Her voice was barely audible. "It's why I left Smallville."
He stilled, his body collapsing back onto the couch. Closing his eyes, he remembered what he went through after Mom had died... and he felt yet another connection to Chloe that would always be there. "Damn, Chlo," he whispered after a minute. "I... I'm sorry." He immediately reached for her and enveloped her into a warm, comforting hug, not knowing what else to say but relieved that she had shared with him.
Shutting her eyes, she curled herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, her body shuddering involuntarily. "It's my fault," she whispered.
Dean stroked her soft blonde hair, rocking her a little and holding onto her. "Shhh, how is that possible?" he asked, hating that her thoughts tortured her like they did.
"Because he was there for me," she admitted.
Holding her closer, he sighed and kissed the top of her head gently. "Because he loved you," he whispered.
"It should've been me."
"That's bullshit," he said immediately. "I'm so sorry about your dad, but Chloe, it's still not your fault, dammit."
"They were after the Slayer, Dean," she whispered.
Pulling her back to look into her eyes, Dean frowned as he cupped her cheek. "Please don't blame yourself. In the end, you just end up hating yourself. Believe me, I know." All too well, he thought as his mother popped into his head.
"What happened to your mother wasn't your fault either." She met his eyes, seemingly reading his mind.
"Yeah, whatever," he said, trying to keep his tone neutral, though the pain over his mother's death still lingered with him.
"You were a kid."
Dean dropped his hand and looked away from her. "It doesn't matter. Just like you, I'll regret not being able to do anything for the rest of my life."
She lifted a hand to his cheek, her eyes filled with sadness. "We'll find the demon, Dean." Her voice was quiet.
"You'd help me and Sammy find the thing that killed her... and Sammy's girlfriend?" He stared into her grief-stricken eyes and felt that reflected in his heart. How well she understood, he thought.
Chloe nodded slightly. "In a heartbeat."
Dean couldn't speak, he was so filled with an unspeakable emotion. Unwanted tears pricked the back of his eyes, something he didn't want her to see. He looked away again, though her hand remained on his cheek. "You don't know... what that means, Chlo," he whispered. "I was going to ask you for help but..." He shrugged it off, trying to make light of it.
"Well, you've got it." She gently turned his face back to hers, gazing at him for a moment before kissing him softly.
Chloe's kiss nearly undid him, her mouth gently moving against his. His arms snaked around her, bringing her closer so he could deepen their kiss a little. He wanted nothing more than just her at the moment, but he was too afraid of chasing her off... and with Sam coming with food at any time...
Sliding closer to him, she threaded her fingers through his hair. "You know... this time of the morning that IHOP is always packed." Had she really just said that?
Smiling lazily, Dean turned his face into her neck and inhaled her scent, which sent his body into another world. "Oh really?" he whispered, kissing her neck and moving up to her ear. "Got something in mind?" He smiled against her skin, imagining things in anticipation but still unsure of her reaction.
"I could think of something," she said, nibbling lightly on his collarbone.
His arms went around her, his hands splayed across her back as he moved back to look at her. "I'm all ears," he whispered, grinning widely, the twinkle in his eyes apparent. "But only if you're okay."
Chloe smiled the first real smile she had in weeks. "Oh, I'm more than okay." Her own eyes were twinkling.
"Good," he growled as he brought his mouth crashing onto hers, releasing the pent up need for her, his arms crushing her to him. He felt like he had known her forever, he realized. Had needed someone like her forever. He heard her moan and knew she felt the energy crackle between them, too.
She wasn't sure which of them moved first, but within minutes they were stumbling into her bedroom, bodies still pressed together. She kicked the door shut, kissing him urgently and tugging his shirt off over his head as she guided him backwards toward the bed.
Dean's body reacted to her urgency, his body hard against her, pressing into her. His lips left hers long enough to pull her shirt off her head and peeling her bra off, revealing her lush, full breasts he'd been longing to touch. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he touched her, feeling his temperature rise as he cupped one breast and kissed her delicious lips again.
She groaned against his lips as his hands slid over her body with expertise. She took the opportunity to slide her hands across his own bare chest, lowering her lips and kissing her away across his skin.
Dean felt himself hit the bed as Chloe pushed him back, kissing her way down his chest, driving his lower body wild with the need to be inside her immediately. He groaned softly, enjoying her hands and lips moving across his body, making him crazy. "Chloe... ahhhh..." he ground out as her hands reached for his fly. His hands itched to touch her everywhere, but he knew there'd be time for that. She was enjoying herself and he was definitely going to let her take her time.
She tossed his jeans onto the floor, sliding her body over his once more. She bit her lower lip as she felt his hardness against her and she shut her eyes, kissing him deeply. The heat radiating between them was nearly unbearable and she was certain they would spontaneously combust before they even began to actually make love.
Dean moved Chloe on top of him, grinding up against her as he kissed her hard. Frustrated by the layer of jeans that still separated them, he flipped her over onto her back, letting his mouth roam downward and latching onto one breast as he stroked her belly and peeled the jeans and panties from her body. His hand brushed against her thigh, feeling her shiver against him. He somehow knew she was more than ready for him as he slipped one finger into her hot, wet core, feeling her tightness and groaning in response.
She whimpered involuntarily, throwing her head back against the pillows. "Dean," she whispered, clutching the sheets and lifting her hips.
"You... God, Chlo," he grunted, moving his hand with her hips, watching her ride his finger and writhe with desire for him. Unable to wait a moment longer, he wanted to be inside her. He removed his finger from her body, licking her wetness off, and reached for his pants to get the condom out of his wallet. He quickly put it on his hard cock and gently nudged her legs open, centering his tip against her opening. Without a word, he thrust himself inside her, feeling her inner muscles expand and adjust to his presence.
She gasped at his sudden entrance, lifting her hips to meet him halfway, and then winding her legs around his waist, her arms reaching up to pull him down closer to her. She slid her hands over his shoulders, down his back, feeling his well-toned muscles beneath her palms and pulling him even closer. Pressing her lips to his she kissed him urgently.
Putting his arms on either side of her, he matched her fervent kisses with his own, slowly pumping into her as he did. Which quickly became as urgent and frantic as their kisses, he realized, as her hips urged him to go faster and harder. Their bodies slammed together, their mutual desire and lust bringing them closer to climax. "God," he muttered against her lips. "Can't.... stop.... so tight..."
Tightening her legs around his waist, she gasped for breath, crying out as she hit her climax, burying her face into his neck and winding her arms more tightly around his torso.
Listening to her climax pushed him over the edge, her inner muscles spasming against him making him cry out her name as his climax washed over him, his thrusts increasing until with one last thrust, he found the release he had sought since meeting her. His arms weak suddenly, he fell beside her and pulled the used condom off, tossing it in the trashcan by her bed. He then gathered her in his arms and held her close, listening to her shallow breathing and feeling nothing but peace.
Chloe shut her eyes, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. Her body was more relaxed than she could ever remember it being and she let out a slow breath, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.
Smiling in contentment, he rested his chin against her head and gently rubbed it against her. He had no words to describe how he felt. Besides...."Wonderful," he whispered out loud, moving her body to fit against his.
She smiled softly. She couldn't agree more.
"Relaxed now?" he asked softly, his own body still feeling a little bit like Jell-O but too happy to move either of them.
"Very," she whispered. "You?"
"Like I never have been before," he whispered, tilting her face up to his and planting a soft kiss on her lips.
She returned the soft kiss, leaning her forehead against his and closing her eyes.
"Chloe, I... I think I --" Dean began but suddenly heard her apartment door open and shut. Sam was back. Shit, he thought, as his body froze. Talk about timing. He eased away from her and got out of bed. “Sammy’s back," he said reluctantly, not wanting to be parted from her.
"Remind me to send him somewhere farther than IHOP next time," she grumbled, quickly shimmying back into her own clothes.
"Like the one on the other side of the damn city?" he growled, yanking on his own clothes and then pulling her to him again, kissing her long and hard, letting her know there would be a lot more time... next time.
She returned the kiss, threading her fingers through his hair once more. "Oh and Dean?"
"Hmm?" he asked, his entire focus on her hands in his hair, her mouth against his, her body molding to him.
"What do you think of letting Sam have the guest room from now on?" she murmured.
"Hell yes," he replied, putting his forehead against hers and looking deeply into her eyes. "Thought you'd never ask." With one last long kiss, he pulled slowly away from her. "That's for later," he grinned before opening the door and leaving the room.
She grinned back. She could hardly wait.
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17 for language and sexual scenes
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean) :D
Characters: multi-fandom -- Smallville, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Neither of us own these characters. We're just borrowing them, so please don't sue!!
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen A | Sixteen B | Seventeen | Eighteen | Cocnlusion
Clearing his throat, Giles said, "Here's what I propose. We need to use the books I brought and that thing you call the Internet to figure out a way to destroy this Hellmouth. In the meantime, we need to patrol at night. Chloe? You want to put everyone into teams?"
Startled because she wasn't accustomed to being any kind of actual authority figure, she drew in a breath. "Um, well... I don't know what you guys know. I'm not... familiar with your fighting skills. You probably know better than me about how to pair off." She glanced at Sam and Dean. "But Sam and Dean are used to working together and can hold their own." Chloe looked at Giles.
"We're sticking with you, Chloe," Dean immediately replied, not giving her the chance to say no.
Giles sighed. "I think it's best that Spike patrol with Xander, Willow and Tara."
"Oh, he'll be thrilled," Chloe said with a short chuckle, casting a glance at Xander.
"Hey, I can get along with the guy," Xander protested, "when he's not, ya know... around me." He looked around the room.
"You do know you're gonna be around him, right dude?" Dean asked, amused by Xander's apparent ignorance.
Xander blinked a couple of times before awareness crept over his features. "Well, in that case... I'll just stake him the first chance I get."
"Don't get yourself hurt," Chloe warned.
Laughing, Xander stood up. "Like that guy could hurt me. Besides, with my military training, I could pummel him before --"
"Xand," Willow said gently, "that was just a Halloween thing, remember?"
Dean looked at Chloe in bemusement.
Shaking her head slightly, she looked back at Dean. "So I'm guessing we're going to shift into research-mode?"
Tara smiled faintly. "We're all set up at the hotel."
"And I'm set up here. Do any of you have a laptop?"
Willow beamed immediately in response. "Oh me! I have one!"
Xander laughed as Giles looked annoyed. "Yeah, Will's big with anything computer-related. She's a pro."
Willow smiled at Xander's comment, not seeing the eye roll Dean gave in response.
"Well, I'm not all that good at the research," Dean replied. "I think I'll be doing something else while you guys do the Google thing."
Chloe's eyes lit up. "I'm kind of a whiz with a computer myself. We could join our computers on a network and share information. I have a whole database of demons Sam and I have been working on."
Tara almost chuckled at the excited look on Willow's face.
Sam smiled at the looks on Chloe and Willow's faces. "Putting information together is a great idea," he said. "I definitely would love to help research, that is, if Dean can keep himself out of trouble."
Dean rolled his eyes in response. "Imagine me gut-punching you for that one, Sammy."
Willow laughed despite the brothers' snapping at each other. "Networking is perfect! I love that kind of stuff, aside from the magics."
"OK, then, we're all agreed," Giles replied, taking the lead for the moment. "And we can research in my room, so we won't constantly get in your way, Chloe."
"I really appreciate all the help." She rose to her feet. She moved to her desk and pulled a couple of business cards out of a holder. "My email and phone number are on that." She handed one to Willow and one to Giles.
"Great!" Willow replied, excited to be around someone who understood her need to Google the answers to life, the universe, and everything. "Thanks, I'll email you as soon as I get my laptop set up so we can network."
Standing up, Giles said, "Well, if there's nothing else... I suggest we all get going?"
"I'm hungry," Anya complained, heading for the door.
"Me too," Dawn agreed. "Giles? Breakfast?"
Sighing, Giles shook his head and said, "Yes, yes... breakfast for all. And I'll pay. This time." He looked at Chloe, Sam and Dean. "Call if you need something. And keep in touch. Come by the hotel before dusk and we'll go out patrolling tonight."
"Sure thing." Chloe watched as they filed out the door one after the other and then she let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.
Dean looked over at Chloe. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Sam got up from the couch and went over to the window, staring out at the parking lot, lost in thought.
She turned to look at him, forcing a small smile. "Nothing's wrong. It's just... all a little overwhelming."
Mustering a small smile, he moved away from her. "Tell me about it," he replied. "All these new people in town who know so much more than the three of us put together do... and who knows if they really know what they're doing?"
Chloe nodded slightly, her thoughts turning back to the question Anya had asked her. "Why did you choose here?" She bit her lower lip and headed into the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee.
Dean watched Chloe walk away and into the kitchen, and then turned to his brother, who was staring out the window. He was confused and not sure who to approach first. So he leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her pour another cup of coffee. "I don't know about you," he started, "but I'm hungry, too. Want to make some breakfast?"
"No, but I'll go out and get something." Sam glanced at him. "There's an IHOP a few blocks over."
Nodding, Dean grabbed some bills out of his wallet and handed them to Sam. "Just get... whatever, okay?"
Sam nodded and left, glancing at Chloe and understanding the burden she carried. He leaned into Dean and whispered, "Make her talk, dude. She needs it."
Dean gave his brother a look. "As if I had other things in mind, Jesus." He handed the keys to the Impala, saying, "Don't scratch her trying to warp there and back, okay?"
"Whatever, Dean," Sam snapped and without another word, left the apartment.
Chloe stood stirring a packet of sugar into her coffee as she stared absently out the window, and she didn't even hear Dean enter the room and move to stand behind her.
He watched her stare out the window and wondered how to get her to open up. He saw her shoulders slightly slump down, as if a hard weight rested on them. Moving in, he asked, "Looks like you could use a backrub to ease whatever's on your mind."
"I wouldn't protest," she said softly.
With a chuckle, he stepped behind her and gently started massaging her shoulders. "I'm not really good at this so tell me if it hurts." He winced at his own words. Lame, Dean. Really smart.
A short chuckle escaped her involuntarily. "Funny, I thought you were so self-confident in everything you did."
"Damn, I guess I've given away one of my secrets, then," he replied, feeling her gently relax a little. They were silent for a few moments, Dean applying what he thought was just enough pressure to her shoulders to ease her pain. "So, you want to share one of your secrets, to make us even?" he asked softly, his lips near her ear.
Chloe shut her eyes. "What do you wanna know?" she asked quietly.
"What you're thinking about, for starters," he replied.
"Home," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Dean figured as much, but he wanted to know more about her home... and why she left it. He focused on kneading her shoulders and upper back, the need to make her less stressed extremely important. It was several minutes before he said, "Tell me about it. Isn't there anyone you miss?"
"My cousin," she said without hesitation. She paused for a moment. "My dad," Chloe added in a whisper. "A couple of friends."
"Do these people have names?" Dean asked, curious about the cousin she mentioned right away.
"Lois. Clark. Lana." She winced a little as he hit a particularly sensitive spot with a tense muscle.
"Oh, sorry," he said, gentling his massaging. "Did I hurt you?"
"No. You're fine," she whispered.
"Good," he replied softly, enjoying the moment as much as possible, considering her despair. "So... who do you miss the most?" Make her talk, he remembered Sam saying. Talk about what, though? He was never good at small talk.
"Depends on the minute." She bit her lip, letting out a slow breath. "Right now... Lois."
"I take it Lois is someone you go to with... problems?" he asked with a small smile.
"She was always like an older sister," Chloe admitted. "But not that much older... more like... kinda like we were twins or something."
Dean didn't miss the past tense. "Were?" he asked gently, rubbing the back of her neck gently with his thumbs, trying not to hurt her.
"As in she has no idea where I am." Her voice was barely audible.
"Why doesn't she?" he gently prodded, smoothing the places of her shirt that had gotten bunched up in his fingers while he worked her back.
"It's safer if she doesn't," Chloe answered quietly.
Dean's smile faded from his face. "Because you're the Slayer?" he asked flatly. "What about your friends... Clark and Lana??
"What about them?"
He felt her stiffen suddenly. "Hey, relax, ok?" he said, stopping his hands on her shoulders and squeezing them gently. "You're going to undo everything I've done with your shoulders. Guess I need to practice more."
"Sorry." She let out a breath. "Let's move into the living room. More comfy."
Taking her hand, he led her into the living room and sat down on the large couch. He faced her and saw the sorrow and despair in her eyes. And the fear. "Hey, what's going on inside that head of yours?" he asked, concerned over what he was seeing.
Swallowing hard, she rested her head in her hands for a few moments, trying to pull her thoughts together. "Dean..."
Sighing, he looked down and away. "It's okay," he muttered, feeling more depressed than he had in a long time. An emotion he did not need at this point, he reminded himself. "No need to say anything else." He went to stand up and move away from her, wondering what question or comment made her change her mind about everything over the course of the morning.
"My dad was killed." Her voice was barely audible. "It's why I left Smallville."
He stilled, his body collapsing back onto the couch. Closing his eyes, he remembered what he went through after Mom had died... and he felt yet another connection to Chloe that would always be there. "Damn, Chlo," he whispered after a minute. "I... I'm sorry." He immediately reached for her and enveloped her into a warm, comforting hug, not knowing what else to say but relieved that she had shared with him.
Shutting her eyes, she curled herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, her body shuddering involuntarily. "It's my fault," she whispered.
Dean stroked her soft blonde hair, rocking her a little and holding onto her. "Shhh, how is that possible?" he asked, hating that her thoughts tortured her like they did.
"Because he was there for me," she admitted.
Holding her closer, he sighed and kissed the top of her head gently. "Because he loved you," he whispered.
"It should've been me."
"That's bullshit," he said immediately. "I'm so sorry about your dad, but Chloe, it's still not your fault, dammit."
"They were after the Slayer, Dean," she whispered.
Pulling her back to look into her eyes, Dean frowned as he cupped her cheek. "Please don't blame yourself. In the end, you just end up hating yourself. Believe me, I know." All too well, he thought as his mother popped into his head.
"What happened to your mother wasn't your fault either." She met his eyes, seemingly reading his mind.
"Yeah, whatever," he said, trying to keep his tone neutral, though the pain over his mother's death still lingered with him.
"You were a kid."
Dean dropped his hand and looked away from her. "It doesn't matter. Just like you, I'll regret not being able to do anything for the rest of my life."
She lifted a hand to his cheek, her eyes filled with sadness. "We'll find the demon, Dean." Her voice was quiet.
"You'd help me and Sammy find the thing that killed her... and Sammy's girlfriend?" He stared into her grief-stricken eyes and felt that reflected in his heart. How well she understood, he thought.
Chloe nodded slightly. "In a heartbeat."
Dean couldn't speak, he was so filled with an unspeakable emotion. Unwanted tears pricked the back of his eyes, something he didn't want her to see. He looked away again, though her hand remained on his cheek. "You don't know... what that means, Chlo," he whispered. "I was going to ask you for help but..." He shrugged it off, trying to make light of it.
"Well, you've got it." She gently turned his face back to hers, gazing at him for a moment before kissing him softly.
Chloe's kiss nearly undid him, her mouth gently moving against his. His arms snaked around her, bringing her closer so he could deepen their kiss a little. He wanted nothing more than just her at the moment, but he was too afraid of chasing her off... and with Sam coming with food at any time...
Sliding closer to him, she threaded her fingers through his hair. "You know... this time of the morning that IHOP is always packed." Had she really just said that?
Smiling lazily, Dean turned his face into her neck and inhaled her scent, which sent his body into another world. "Oh really?" he whispered, kissing her neck and moving up to her ear. "Got something in mind?" He smiled against her skin, imagining things in anticipation but still unsure of her reaction.
"I could think of something," she said, nibbling lightly on his collarbone.
His arms went around her, his hands splayed across her back as he moved back to look at her. "I'm all ears," he whispered, grinning widely, the twinkle in his eyes apparent. "But only if you're okay."
Chloe smiled the first real smile she had in weeks. "Oh, I'm more than okay." Her own eyes were twinkling.
"Good," he growled as he brought his mouth crashing onto hers, releasing the pent up need for her, his arms crushing her to him. He felt like he had known her forever, he realized. Had needed someone like her forever. He heard her moan and knew she felt the energy crackle between them, too.
She wasn't sure which of them moved first, but within minutes they were stumbling into her bedroom, bodies still pressed together. She kicked the door shut, kissing him urgently and tugging his shirt off over his head as she guided him backwards toward the bed.
Dean's body reacted to her urgency, his body hard against her, pressing into her. His lips left hers long enough to pull her shirt off her head and peeling her bra off, revealing her lush, full breasts he'd been longing to touch. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he touched her, feeling his temperature rise as he cupped one breast and kissed her delicious lips again.
She groaned against his lips as his hands slid over her body with expertise. She took the opportunity to slide her hands across his own bare chest, lowering her lips and kissing her away across his skin.
Dean felt himself hit the bed as Chloe pushed him back, kissing her way down his chest, driving his lower body wild with the need to be inside her immediately. He groaned softly, enjoying her hands and lips moving across his body, making him crazy. "Chloe... ahhhh..." he ground out as her hands reached for his fly. His hands itched to touch her everywhere, but he knew there'd be time for that. She was enjoying herself and he was definitely going to let her take her time.
She tossed his jeans onto the floor, sliding her body over his once more. She bit her lower lip as she felt his hardness against her and she shut her eyes, kissing him deeply. The heat radiating between them was nearly unbearable and she was certain they would spontaneously combust before they even began to actually make love.
Dean moved Chloe on top of him, grinding up against her as he kissed her hard. Frustrated by the layer of jeans that still separated them, he flipped her over onto her back, letting his mouth roam downward and latching onto one breast as he stroked her belly and peeled the jeans and panties from her body. His hand brushed against her thigh, feeling her shiver against him. He somehow knew she was more than ready for him as he slipped one finger into her hot, wet core, feeling her tightness and groaning in response.
She whimpered involuntarily, throwing her head back against the pillows. "Dean," she whispered, clutching the sheets and lifting her hips.
"You... God, Chlo," he grunted, moving his hand with her hips, watching her ride his finger and writhe with desire for him. Unable to wait a moment longer, he wanted to be inside her. He removed his finger from her body, licking her wetness off, and reached for his pants to get the condom out of his wallet. He quickly put it on his hard cock and gently nudged her legs open, centering his tip against her opening. Without a word, he thrust himself inside her, feeling her inner muscles expand and adjust to his presence.
She gasped at his sudden entrance, lifting her hips to meet him halfway, and then winding her legs around his waist, her arms reaching up to pull him down closer to her. She slid her hands over his shoulders, down his back, feeling his well-toned muscles beneath her palms and pulling him even closer. Pressing her lips to his she kissed him urgently.
Putting his arms on either side of her, he matched her fervent kisses with his own, slowly pumping into her as he did. Which quickly became as urgent and frantic as their kisses, he realized, as her hips urged him to go faster and harder. Their bodies slammed together, their mutual desire and lust bringing them closer to climax. "God," he muttered against her lips. "Can't.... stop.... so tight..."
Tightening her legs around his waist, she gasped for breath, crying out as she hit her climax, burying her face into his neck and winding her arms more tightly around his torso.
Listening to her climax pushed him over the edge, her inner muscles spasming against him making him cry out her name as his climax washed over him, his thrusts increasing until with one last thrust, he found the release he had sought since meeting her. His arms weak suddenly, he fell beside her and pulled the used condom off, tossing it in the trashcan by her bed. He then gathered her in his arms and held her close, listening to her shallow breathing and feeling nothing but peace.
Chloe shut her eyes, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. Her body was more relaxed than she could ever remember it being and she let out a slow breath, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.
Smiling in contentment, he rested his chin against her head and gently rubbed it against her. He had no words to describe how he felt. Besides...."Wonderful," he whispered out loud, moving her body to fit against his.
She smiled softly. She couldn't agree more.
"Relaxed now?" he asked softly, his own body still feeling a little bit like Jell-O but too happy to move either of them.
"Very," she whispered. "You?"
"Like I never have been before," he whispered, tilting her face up to his and planting a soft kiss on her lips.
She returned the soft kiss, leaning her forehead against his and closing her eyes.
"Chloe, I... I think I --" Dean began but suddenly heard her apartment door open and shut. Sam was back. Shit, he thought, as his body froze. Talk about timing. He eased away from her and got out of bed. “Sammy’s back," he said reluctantly, not wanting to be parted from her.
"Remind me to send him somewhere farther than IHOP next time," she grumbled, quickly shimmying back into her own clothes.
"Like the one on the other side of the damn city?" he growled, yanking on his own clothes and then pulling her to him again, kissing her long and hard, letting her know there would be a lot more time... next time.
She returned the kiss, threading her fingers through his hair once more. "Oh and Dean?"
"Hmm?" he asked, his entire focus on her hands in his hair, her mouth against his, her body molding to him.
"What do you think of letting Sam have the guest room from now on?" she murmured.
"Hell yes," he replied, putting his forehead against hers and looking deeply into her eyes. "Thought you'd never ask." With one last long kiss, he pulled slowly away from her. "That's for later," he grinned before opening the door and leaving the room.
She grinned back. She could hardly wait.