Kayla

              I felt totally ridiculous.

              I was a grown woman who'd been kicked out of my tent because of my best friend's libido. Why did she lose her head around Jerry? I didn't know. All I knew was I had to find a place to sleep where I didn't hear Allison's moaning. Going to Dom's tent wasn't an option because I had a distinct feeling Liza and Dom might be doing the same thing. So I made the logical choice, and went to Dean and Jerry's tent.

"Dean," I whispered. Slowly, the tent started to move.

             He unzipped the door and his eyes squinted as I held up my flashlight.

"Kayla," he said. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," I said. "My tent has been invaded. Allison and Jerry are having sex."

"And they kicked you out of the tent to do it?"

"No, they tried to do it while I was asleep and I woke up, then I left because, well, I thought it was prudent. And I need a place to crash so... I don't suppose you have an extra mattress."

             "Jerry's air mattress had a hole so we were sharing."

"Shoot," I said as I shivered.

"Come on in," Dean said. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"No way," I said. "I'd feel guilty. It's your bed. I can't steal your bed, Dean."

"Well, come inside at least and sit down," he smiled. "It's cold."

I nodded and went inside, zipping back up the tent.

"Sorry to wake you up, Dean."

"Don't worry about it," he said. "So, do you want to wait here until they... finish."

"What if they don't finish," I asked. "I mean, how much sex is enough to deal with years of frustration?"

"I don't know," He replied. "So, sleep here with me. I really don't mind the floor."

               "Maybe we could share the bed," I said. "I mean, that's what you and Jerry were doing."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?" I said. "It makes sense to me."

"My body might have a different reaction to sleeping next to you than it would sleeping next to Jerry. Just being honest, you in those pajamas will probably make me have some inappropriate reactions."

"Oh," I said, blushing. "But it's fine. I promise I won't be offended. I mean, what other choice is there?"

"Ok," Dean said. "You're right."

           I moved closer and he pulled back the blankets. I slid underneath, immediately relieved by the warmth. I turned to face Dean, noticing how our bodies were centimeters away. His breath got a bit shallow, which I noticed because I could sense how quickly his chest was moving up and down. Some part of me couldn't forget the way it felt when I'd kissed Dean. Sure, it was a stupid party game, but it still lingered in my head. I was more than tempted to run my hands over his chest and explore. 

             "Allison makes me so mad," I said, distracting myself. "I mean, she has no self-control."

"Right," Dean said. "They should have waited. I mean, just because someone turns you on doesn't mean you have to have sex. I mean, they are practically teenagers."

"I know," I said. "I mean, just because we're in a bed and we're both single doesn't mean anything has to happen."

"Right," Dean said.

           Our eyes met and I cleared my throat. Something sounded off in my head, that we'd always avoided close contact like this. Being this close to Dean, my mind began to wander. What did his abs feel like? I already knew how good his lips felt. God I was absolutely hopeless.

"Are you tired," Dean asked me.

"Not really," I whispered.

"I know," Dean said. "I'm feeling awake suddenly."

Our eyes locked, and even though it was dim, I could imagine what his face was saying.

                 "You know," Dean whispered. "Sometimes I wish I could be more like Jerry, just once."

"Really, how so?" I asked.

"He's a bit fearless," Dean said. "Never doubts his feelings. I mean, he has no commitment capabilities. But if I could be as brave as him, maybe..."

"Maybe what," I asked.

"Maybe I'd do things I am too hesitant to do now..." Dean said.

              I inched forward, and somehow without speaking, Dean and I were face to face. He rested his forehead on mine.

"What kinds of things," I asked, my voice a bit desperate.

"Weren't we just discussing self-control, Kayla?"

"Dean, we know we can control ourselves," I said. "We've been doing it for months..."

He said nothing, and my heart sped up. Why did I just admit so much, and so little?

                 "Never mind," I mumbled. "Maybe it's just me. Let's just go to sleep."

I went to roll over and Dean grabbed my arm. His touch was forceful but soft, pulling me back. Within moments, everything was a blur. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, removing all the breath from my lungs and I didn't hesitate. I kissed him back, our lips frenzied and confused. Moments passed away as I got lost. God this felt good, and right. Why hadn't I kissed this man before? I pulled back, just to catch my breath, and he rested his head on forehead again, kissing my nose.

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"Mad?" I replied. "God no. That was...that was perfect."

"So this feeling I have with you," he whispered. "It's not in my head. This is real."

"Yes," I whispered. "It's also very complicated."

"I know," Dean said. "You're not ready to date, to be in a serious relationship."

"No, not yet."

                "And I can't do casual," Dean said. "I have the girls. I couldn't be casual with you. I want more."

"But you know," Dean said. "What if we indulged for just...just a night? Who would be hurt?"

"I think if we sleep together, it will complicate things. I need to be in love before I sleep with someone, and I don't know how I feel about you."

"Kayla," Dean whispered. "I don't want to have sex. I mean, yes I do. But I agree with you, that it would complicate things. I don't know, maybe it's the woods. I just kind of want to be close to you, maybe have a little bit of fun."

"Dean McKay," I said. "Do you want to fool around?"

"I want to kiss you over and over," Dean whispered. "If I am being honest. I've thought about kissing you so many times, but I held back. For one night, I just want to allow myself to be stupid and happy."

"I think that's fair," I said. "Tomorrow, we pretend it didn't happen?"

"Agreed," Dean said. "I'm still convinced it's a dream. You come in here in tiny little shorts and kiss me."

                     "You kissed me," I laughed.

"I guess I did kiss you," Dean laughed.

He wrapped his arms around me and my waist suddenly felt so small in his arms. I felt my body relax in his embrace as I leaned in and met his lips for a change. It only took a second or two for the kiss to go from hesitant and slow to intense and passionate. God I was overheating in so many ways. Somewhere along the way, we went from laying side by side to having Dean pull his body on top of mine. I ran my hands up his chest and looped them around his neck, pulling him somehow closer. I somehow became aware of the massiveness of his body as it pushed into me. And then the undeniable truth that he was aroused pushed against me, igniting something in the pit of my belly. So much for self-control. I pulled my lips back so I could catch my breath, and possibly to pause from the one thought that had somehow entered my mind.

             Dean wasted no time kissing my neck, sucking and kissing as his mouth made its way to my collarbone. I'd never found collarbones sexy before, but the feel of his lips on me made my whole body come alive. I let out a deep sounding sigh that come out like a purr, and Dean grunted in response. This was getting heated fast. Dean kissed lower, his lips dipping down into my cleavage. I didn't stop him as his kissed the valleys just below my breasts. He didn't go too far with those, leaving my shirt on as he moved back up to kiss me again. Minutes passed and I lost all thought. God, it had never been so intense with Darius. In between kisses, I decided to be fearless in my own way. What did I have to lose?

"Dean," I said between kisses.

"Mhhhhhmmmm," he hummed.

"God, I am so turned on right now."

"Pretty good for an old man," he said, pulling back to kiss my neck again.

"Yesssss," I moaned. "I ummm, well, I had a thought."

                  "Yes baby," he said, his whisper hoarse. He called me baby, and I didn't hate it.

"If you want to go a little bit further, we could."

"How far do you want," Dean asked. "I think you'll be more rational here. I doubt I can say no to you. You're so damn hot."

I giggled and he just lifted his head. It was dark, but somehow, I could feel he was smiling. I liked that, knowing I made him happy. It was both empowering and a relief to be here, being honest. He made me feel like it would all be alright, and perhaps it would. We could have this moment, this night ,and the world wouldn't end.

"I was thinking second base," I said. "And if you're feeling brave, maybe third base."

"Really?" he said.

"And I could, well, help you out too," I said, blushing. God I was bad at sexy talk.

"No," he said. "I mean, I'd like that. But I just... God this is embarrassing."

"No, tell me," I said. "We're not exactly holding back tonight."

               "I haven't been with a woman in years," he said. "And Greta and I, well, needless to say she was unhappy. I don't think I ever really got her to well, you know..."

"Oh," I said. "Well, I doubt it was all you. She sounds...needy."

"I didn't excite her," Dean said. "I just, I remember how sexy it is to give a woman pleasure, to feel her come undone. To feel you lose control. God, I sound like a pervert."

"No, that sounds amazing," I said. "Look, I find you very sexy. I trust you, Dean. If we're going to do something for just tonight, I want you to enjoy it too. So, whatever you want, go for it. I'm all yours."

"You sure?" He asked.

"Absolutely," I replied. "I think this is the most fun I've had in a while. God, I haven't felt so sexy in forever. Kiss me again, Dean."

                           He didn't respond but kissed me and our bodies melted together again. I opened my legs and his erection pushed up against me. I no longer had doubts about his body, I could feel every inch of it. I felt his fingers slowly move towards my waist and his hand slipped under my tank-top. I wasn't wearing a bra, so his fingers traced my breasts almost immediately. He kept kissing me as his fingers ran circles around my breasts, and I felt my senses explode.

"I'm so wet right now," I whispered.

He let out a groan and I let go of any doubts I had about the off colored remark. His hands moved down slowly as one hands went to rest on my hips and the other moved beneath my shorts.

"Dean," I whispered.

It didn't take him long to slide in between my folds and move vigorously. My body was practically humming.

"Oh god," I whispered, my breath short and labored. "That feels, oh my god. Dean, please don't stop."

"That's what I like to hear," Dean said. "Don't fake it baby. I want it be real."

                            I nodded, but I didn't have to fake it. He was starting a fire in me. His hands worked like magic, touching me in ways I'd only imagined before.He pushed up my shirt and kissed my stomach, and I continued to whisper senseless words of approval. He stopped just before my hemline on my shorts, as if to pause for permission. Did he really want to give more to me, for nothing in return?

"Dean," I whispered. "It's ok. I don't mind if you want to..."

He didn't respond but pulled down my shorts and panties. It was dark so I didn't feel as insecure about the fact that I was naked before him. Then I felt his lips on stomach, trailing lower and lower. I let out a small cry as his lips kissed me in a place that hadn't been touched in so long. As his tongue caressed my core, I started to moan loudly. Thank god Dean's tent was a little further back, so no one could hear us. He pinned my hips down as I started to squirm, and I responded by opening my legs wider. God it felt amazing to let go with Dean, finally.

                                  He didn't say a word but just continued his work. I just let go and surrendered to the feeling as it took me over. I let out a noise I couldn't imagine making before. I came undone. Moments later, Dean pulled back and kissed my neck softly. Then he kissed my forehead.

"Thank you Kayla," he said. "That was beautiful. God, I needed that. I needed you tonight, and I didn't even know it."

"No, thank you," I said. "God, I haven't... I haven't had an orgasm in so long Dean. That was perfect."

"No baby, you're perfect," he whispered. "God, this is crazy."

"Maybe it was, but I think tonight was worth it."

He pulled me close and held me.

"Do you need me to...give you anything?" I asked.

"No baby," Dean said. "I got what I needed. Let's just sleep. I want to hold you, Kayla."

"Ok," I said. And I nuzzled into him, for once, not worrying about the consequences.