We headed back to the cabin, walking hand in hand when as soon as we opened the door, everyone stood up to look at us. I hid behind Dean, hand still clutched in his making his arm move back to accommodate my new position.

"Well..." Alex said, breaking the silence. "That was fast."

Dean only sighed, shaking his head as he led me up the stairs. My blush deepened, looking back at Alex as she sent me a look making me send her one back. They seemed to be watching a movie, all gathering up on the couches again while snacks littered around them.

"Dean," I called out, walking up the stairs behind him. My other hand pressed to my stomach, trying to contain this warm feeling inside. "Are we going to sleep?"

He looked back at me, tilting his head. "Do you want to sleep?"

We made it to the top, standing in front of our room when I made the first move to walk in, him following behind and locking the bedroom door.

"I was actually hoping we could talk some more. Maybe makeout on the side?"

I expected him to look serious when I glanced back at him and instead, was met with need. I froze, my body tingling as I stepped towards him and placed my hands on his shoulders to lift myself up. My mouth brushed his as his hands came to sit on my hips, wide and spread, fingers so close to where I wanted him most.

"Or we can just makeout." I whispered, connecting our lips. He gasped slightly, pulling me closer as we rerouted ourselves to the bed. I pushed him down, climbing on top of him as his back rested against the headboard.

"I missed you." He says making me press into him more.

"Show me."

He moans into the air, the sound low and appreciative as I nip at his neck. My hands are busy roaming his chest, digging under his shirt to touch skin. He's hard against my core, my hips involuntarily rolling to gain friction and pleasure.

"Dean," I gasp out, once one of his hands threads in my hair, yanking me so I was kissing him again. "Will you let me make you feel good? Please?"

"I feel good right now." He replies. "Having you so pretty on top of me."

"Then let me make you feel great."

He looks into my eyes, lips lifting the corners of his mouth in a small smirk. "Our first fight was only hours ago."

"Let's call this a makeup session."

One eyebrow raises in question, the hand that isn't in my hair now cupping my throat as his fingers strum the sides so softly it makes me shudder. "You're so responsive," he says low, eyes trained on my body. I feel hot and cold all over, gripping onto his shoulders for mercy. "I bet I could make you come without even touching you."

God, I think, breathing growing heavy. My hips move on its own accord and he shakes his head, almost like he's disappointed in my lack of patience.

"Can't wait a single moment without needing something, huh baby? You need to get a hold of yourself or I may end this sooner than you want."

"Dean," I'm breathless, on the edge of combusting. "I need it."

"And those manners..." he continues, ignoring me. "Never a please or thank you. It's like you want me to edge you." He pauses, a new glint in his eyes. "Maybe that's what I'll do, edge you until you desperately need it."

I shake my head, not wanting to wait any longer but it looks like he's made his mind, smoothing down my hair in a soft way. "You remember your safe word, sweetheart?"

I nod, making him let out a low laugh. "You can talk, baby. Tell me you understand."

"I understand." I squirm in his lap, and he finally has enough of me and sits up, easily switching our positions.

My sundress has gone astray, now lifted to show my white cotton underwear. Resting on the bed, I watch as he looms above me on his knees, smoothing his hands on my thighs up and down making me go crazy. I press my legs together but he pries them apart, shifting so he's in between them.

"Pretty..." He whispers, eyes tracing every inch of me. "So pretty. Let's teach you some patience, hm? Maybe you'll finally learn some this time." He helps me sit up, hands on the edge of my dress as he waits for me to allow him to take it off. With a nod, he strips me easily, leaving me solely in my underwear before gently pressing me back to lay against the bed.

He moves off, going into our closet and into my bag, the one where he knows a cordless vibrator lays. I tense up, realising that he really was going to edge me now.

"Wait..." I say once he's back on the bed and in between my legs, easily pulling down the last item of clothing on my body. "Are you not going to...to tie my hands to the bed?"

"Why? So you don't move? Didn't I tell you how much I like seeing you squirm?"

That makes me breathless as he turns it on, holding it in his right hand while his left cups one of my inner thighs, pressing it down so I am held open. He brings it down so close to where I want it most, teasing me as he talks.

"You're gonna have to be really quiet, Sophia. We wouldn't want our friends to hear your pretty noises, right?"

I nod and he starts tapping the toy onto my clit, letting me feel a bit of pleasure before taking it away. The action has all my air, my eyes closing as I relax against the bed. My hands are currently on either side of my fingers curling into the sheets as he starts to press the toy against me more firmly.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart."

I comply, looking at him dazed.

"Will you be good for me and keep your legs open?"

I can't speak, reduced down to pathetic nods as he smiles like he isn't torturing me at this second.

"Good girl." He says softly. His finger starts circling my entrance, only dipping inside just enough to let me feel him as he ups the speed of the vibrator. I let out a moan, trying to stifle it between my lips as my back arches and my hips swirl.

He stops.

I let out a small breath, falling flat on the bed but I don't whine, wanting to stay quiet. I simply stare at him through my clouded eyes as he finally pushes a finger inside, moving in and out of me so slowly it has me bucking my hips.

"Uh-uh Sophia," He taunts, shaking his head. "Stay still."

I feel like crying when he goes even slower, stopping all together and letting me clench my muscles around his sole finger. He lets out a breath, taking in the sight of me. A few seconds go by when he starts the vibrator back up, it is so intense that I feel like I'm gasping for air.

"You look so pretty like this, baby." He whispers, "So fucking precious."

My legs shake trying to keep open, fisting the sheets so tightly as he continues fingering me, sliding in a second one. It's hard to keep up with so many sensations, the pleasure so intense it's knocking me backwards.

"Dean," I start to say, "Please. Please." I don't even know what exactly I am begging for, my eyes shutting as I start to feel a sting of tears. He thrusts faster with my request, turning off the toy and focusing on fingering me. My hips start to rise again but his hand covers my lower stomach, pushing me down so I stay there.

"Aw, baby. Does that feel good?" He taunts, fucking me deep. I whine, my head rolling to look away from him, everything feeling like too much. "Mhm, I bet it does. Look at how needy you are for me, you're practically soaking the sheets."

I'm a mess of stifled moans and cries, my body squirming underneath him relentlessly as I feel my orgasm coming. I gasp out for air, telling him I was about to come and he stops once again, leaving me unsatisfied and twitching.

"No," I cry, upset that he stopped. Dean cups my face, my eyes opening to watch him as he kisses my cheek, the corner of my mouth, and finally my lips. They're soft, quick kisses, not giving me the chance to pull him into a makeout session and my hands leave the sheet and hold onto him instead.

"You're doing so well," he praises, caressing my face. He moves back, placing the virabtor beside us on the bed and grabs a pillow, "Lift your hips up for me, Sophia." He places the extra pillow under me, making my hips lift for him. With that, his hands start tracing my body, letting me calm down from my almost orgasm before he starts again.

"I think I like you best like this..." he murmurs, hand playing with my wetness. "So needy and pliant. You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you?" He pushes three fingers inside this time, fucking me in a steady rhythm as he turns on the vibrator to its next setting, placing it back on me.

The next twenty minutes go by with endless edging, him rotating between fucking me with his fingers, using the vibrator, and stopping until I'm reduced to a crying mess. Currently, he has the vibrator on at the highest setting, three fingers inside of me as I thrash under him.

"Fuck— please. P-please let me come, I'll be good, so good."

He let out a groan, like those were the words he wanted to hear.

"God, you sound so whiny. Didn't I tell you to keep quiet? Do you want the others seeing you like this? So broken and messy?"

I hold onto his wrist, breathless. "Dean— Dean. I need it. Please, I want it so bad. Will you please let me come? Please?" I sounded like an incoherent and babbling mess, grasping onto words to give me any sense of relief.

He watches me for a moment, finally nodding his head and leaning down to press a kiss to my stomach. "Come for me, sweetheart."

I let myself fall in the moment, building up until I explode. I turn my face and scream into the pillow, Dean fucking me through my climax as it washes over me in endless waves. My hands fist the bed sheets, body twisting to get away from his merciless strokes but with his body in between my legs, I'm stuck open for him as he continues his attack.

"Ah, that's it. Keep coming, Sophia. So good, you're doing so good."

He turns off the toy, setting it aside but keeping his fingers inside of me as he moves over so his face is near mine. He turns my head, pressing our lips together capturing my noise and letting me melt into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, tears still sliding down my cheeks as he slows off his thrusts.

"Beautiful, every part of you is so beautiful."

With finality he pulls his fingers out of me, my release prominent on his fingers as he brings them up to my lips.

"Open up, baby."

I let him slide two of his fingers into my mouth, lazily sucking them clean before he places the last one in his, keeping eye contact. My body is heated all over again, but I'm too tired and sore to move so I lay there, watching him.

My eyes fall down his body and to his crotch, seeing his bulge press painfully against the material of his pants. I reach out, touching his chest with my eyes still trained down below.

"I was supposed to make you feel good," I whisper, looking up at him. "Do you not like blowjobs?"

He kisses me again, momentarily leaving my brain blank before he murmurs against my lips. "Do you feel good?"

I nod my head slightly.

"Then I feel good."

He proceeds to start a train of kisses, starting from under my eyes to kiss at the remaining tear tracks and then goes to my cheek, following that and going down the side of my neck to my chest, fondling one breast and sucking the other. My hand goes to his hair, looking up at the ceiling.

"I really wanna give you a blowjob, though."

He pauses, looking up at me with a smile making me pull one of my own, laughing.

"What?" I ask, smile wide. "I'm only being honest."

"I can see that."

"What?" I tilt my head at him, smirking. My hand runs through his hair, nails slightly scaping at his scalp. "I won't mind if your dick is small, pretty boy. Honest."

He laughs this time, going back to licking and sucking at my breast. "Yeah," He says quietly with a smirk. "Small."

He lifts himself up after a few minutes, making out with me for a few more before finally pulling away and sitting on his knees again. He brushing hair away from my face, a soft expression as his thumb brushes back and forth on my cheek.

"I'm gonna get you cleaned up and something to eat, alright? Give me a sec." He stands, walking over to the close and pulling out some clothes and walking into the bathroom. He walks back out after a few moments, going over to me now and easily lifting me up to take me with him.

Setting me inside the filled bathtub, I close my eyes and moan at the hot water, scalding my skin in my best way. I let myself get seated, leaning my head against the edge as I hear Dean ruffle around our room.

I'm too tired to check though, letting myself soak in the soapy water. It smells nice, like apples and the tub is big enough to accommodate two. What must have been 10 minutes go by when Dean finally comes back, and I feel him sit behind me on the bench.

"Sophia, sweetheart." He says in a low voice, gathering my hair with both hands. "I'm going to need you to sit up for a bit so I can wash your hair."

"You don't have to," I shake my head tiredly. "My hair is curly, it's a whole routine."

"You do know that you've been living with me for some time now, right?" It's posed as a question but we both know the answer, making me flush. "And," He leans in, kissing the side of my neck. "I listen when you talk."

"I talk so much, I thought you'd drown me out by now."

"You?" Dean whispers. "I would never."

I sit up, giving him access to my back as he takes something, filling it with water before gently pouring it all over my hair to soak it. He repeats it a few times, taking the shampoo I brought with me and pumping it into his hands before rubbing it in between his palms to emulsify it. Once he seems satisfied with it enough, he rubs it into my scalp, his fingers soft and rough in the best way.

"Fuck," I let out. "Can you wash my hair forever?"

"That depends," His tone is full of amusement. "How many blowjobs would that cost?"

"Oh, shut up." I grumble out, pulling my knees to my chest so I can wrap my legs around them. "I was being nice."

"I'm sorry, baby. You can give me as many blowjobs as you want." He pours water over my head to wash out the soap, doing it a couple of times.

"Yeah, sure." I roll my eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "Make it seem like I'm a sex addict or something."

He pours one more time, leaning forward again to kiss my cheek as an apology. A smile blooms on my face, remembering the term of endearment.

"I like it when you call me baby." I say, resting my chin on my knee as he rubs in soap on my scalp again. I normally wash it twice, only the roots and let the remaining soap wash my ends. Him remembering that had my heart warm and tingly. "It makes me feel happy."

"Yeah? I'll call you it all the time then, sweetheart."

"And that," I say softly, shutting my eyes. "I like that one too."

He takes his time this time, seeing me comfortable in this position as his fingers make work at cleaning my hair thoroughly. He finishes it off by washing it all out, taking conditioner and only applying it to the ends before grabbing one of my claw clips and twisting my hair, clamping it to the top of my head to let it sit in.

After draining the bathtub I sit up again, turning to him as he grabs a washcloth and places a few pumps of body wash into it before starting at my back, scrubbing in gentle, circular motions. He could see my back again, at the faded lacerations. He pauses, fingers feathering over a few of them before starting up again.

"They're not as bad as they look." I whisper, trying to lighten the air.

"I hate that you have to say that in the first place."

I feel cold, no warm water to wrap around me as he goes over the front of my body now, lifting my arms to get everywhere.

"It's alright, Dean." I nod at him. "It's over."

"I should be the one comforting you, you know." He huffs out. "Not the other way around."

I shrugged, unbothered.

"Can you..." He hesitates, meeting my eyes. "Will you—"

"Birthday gifts," I say, with a weak smile. "For a rich guy, he's a big fucking cheapstake."

"God, Sophia." Dean says, movement faltering and I loop my wet arms around him, pulling in for a hug.

"It's over." I repeat, kissing his cheek and hugging him tight. "And I just had a good day today, Dean. Let's not dwindle on the past."

"But we fought." He mumbles.

"Yeah," I laugh softly. "We fought. And for the first time, I was able to."

He pulls me closer, kissing the side of my head before pulling away so he can finish washing me up. Once we were done he helped me stand, towelling me dry and rubbing lotion all over me.

I slipped on the clothes he brought, watching him put away my toiletries before dragging me to the bed that was fitted with new, clean sheets.

"Stay," He pointed at me, a stern look. "You barely ate your lunch and we both missed dinner."

"I could eat," I say, eyes trained on his crotch and he sighs, pushing my body so I toppled on the bed with a laugh, hearing the room door unlock as he walked out to go downstairs to get some food. I shut my eyes, letting myself fall into peace as the smile stays on my face.

My mind goes cloudy, gone, as I recognize just how tired I am and fall into slumber.

- - -

Dean had woken me up after I had fallen asleep, freshly showered with two plates in his hand and glasses of water on the nightstand forcing me to drink them all. We ate while watching a show, continuing from where we left off before brushing our teeth and sleeping.

That was two days ago. Currently, however, I was sitting on the couch with Dean's head in my lap, my fingers stroking through his hair as he read a book. Everyone else was stuck around us, conjuring up a plan on what to do on the last day before we had to leave tomorrow.

"But we already went to the mall," Brandon groans, slumping against the cushions. "Can we stay here and do nothing?"

"You want us to spend our last day of vacation...doing nothing?" Vanessa asks, leaning forward. Alyan was beside her, playing with her hair, a habit he loved to do. They seemed to have made up the time away we were at the beach, talking.

"Yeah..." Brandon says, hesitating as he gives Zayn a glance to help him out. Zayn simply avoids his gaze, humming loudly. "I like hanging out with you guys."

"Well, duh. Otherwise, why would you be on vacation with us?" Ayesha said from the floor, her eyes focusing on completing a puzzle. It seems like she was searching for a piece, Zayn reaching over and picking one out easily making her send him a grateful glance, continuing on with the game.

"Smartass," Brandon said, nudging Ayesha and she didn't reply, smile widening.

"Okay," Vanessa said, shrugging.

While everyone seemed to be shocked at her compliance, I looked down at Dean, his eyebrows furrowing as he read a particular phrase. He was reading a romance book I had given him, One True Loves. It had made me hysterically bawl when I read it, but overall was one of my favourite books to this date. The idea of reading about someone falling out of love with their significant other made my heart hurt. I never wanted to experience that.

I ran my fingers through his hair again, slightly scraping making him let out a sigh, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"Why would you do this to me?"

I grinned, body shaking with laughter. "I'm sorry," I said, bending over to kiss his forehead. "But it is a pretty good book."

"Kiss me again to make up for it."

I pressed a chaste one to his lips this time, nudging my chin to gesture at the book. "Keep reading. It gets worse."

He