Nana

You're shivering inside of your apartment, cuddle up in a blanket, right beside Dexter's apartment. The thunder is rumbling loudly and even slightly shakes the apartment complex as it booms, rattling your eardrums.

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the thunder past as the unsettling silence takes over. It's only a matter of moments before another loud thunder pops off.

You grip the blanket tightly in your fingers and glance at the wall, facing Dexter's apartment.

You wonder what's he doing right now, probably cooking dinner or drinking a beer. It's only around 10pm, but the darkness has settled in and taken over.

Your heart is thumping against your chest, you can hear it echoing in your eardrums.

You hate thunderstorms and you hate being alone during thunderstorms even more. Dexter and you are good friends, close and you even spend time outside of work together.

Would it be weird for you to knock on his door at night? You are friends and friends help each other. In that split second, you make a decision to stand up from your bed, letting the blanket fall onto the bed and you slip on your slippers, heading out of your apartment.

You're almost blown away as you open your door, the wind strong and fierce. "Shit," you mutter out, gazing up at the dark clouds scattered in the almost pitch black sky.

You walk down the hallway a bit and stop in front of Dexter's door, knocking on it lightly. You shift your weight nervously as you wait for him to answer the door.

The knock fills Dexter's eardrums and he perks his head up. He wonders who could be knocking on his door in the middle of a thunderstorm.

He clears his throat, setting down his half empty beer bottle and standing up from the couch. He briskly walks over to the door and swings it open.

Your stomach fills with butterfiles as Dexter opens the door, wearing a long sleeve shirt, the sleeves rolled up and his chest exposed as his shirt isn't buttoned up.

Your eyes explore his muscular chest and you almost get lost in his muscles, before tearing your gaze away. Dexter leans against the door and notices his eyes lingering on his chest.

He clears his throat, realizing that his shirt is unbuttoned. He starts to button up his shirt and gazes down at you, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey, y/n. What are you doing here? Scared of the storm?" Dexter asks, peeking outside at the weather conditions. You smile at the fact that he knows that you're afraid of thunderstorms.

"Yeah," you whisper out, a bit ashamed of much of a scaredy cat you are.

"Come in," Dexter gestures you to come in, standing aisde. You smile and walk inside as he closes the door.

"You don't mind?" you ask, noticing the beer bottle on the table. He huffs and shakes his head, walking into the kitchen and opening his fridge.

"Beer? It'll take the edge off," Dexter offers, grabbing a bottle and holding it out.

"Sure," you nod your head. Dexter wears a tiny smirk on his face as he walks over to you and hands you the bottle, popping the lid off. He sits down on the couch and pats the empty spot beside him.

You hesitate for a moment, before sitting down beside him. Dexter notices how you heistate for a moment and he presses his lips together.

You take a sip of the beer and let it drip down your throat. You grimace for a moment and Dexter lets out a tiny chuckle at your reaction.

"Not big on beer?" Dexter asks, examining you. You glance over at him and shake your head. The thunder booms suddenly and you slightly flinch.

Dexter instinctively moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch near you. You can't help your heart skipping a beat as he moves closer.

"Not really," you shudder out, eyes glancing around like the storm is gonna rip off the roof to his apartment.

"Here, let's watch something," Dexter reaches over your legs to grab the remote and your breath hitches. As he pulls back, his eyes shift to yours then to the tv, clicking it on.

As the storm rumbles on and you down the beer, Dexter and you watch the tv with slight smiles on your faces, enjoying each other's company.

You shiver, noticing how cold Dexter's apartment is. The lightning flash seeps in through the blinds and your heart skips a beat.

Dexter's eyes glance at the goosebumps along his arms and he reaches to his side, grabbing a blanket. "here," his voice is soft as he unfolds it.

You sit up from the back of the couch as Dexter wraps the blanket around your shoulders. Is he just being nice or are you reading into this too much?

You turn your face towards him, smiling and admiring his features for a moment. His dark eyes that are laced with secrets, his stubble that could poke you, but also be so soft, and that damn smirk.

You cuddle up into the blanket, the coldness seeping out from your body. Your eyes are getting heavier and Dexter studies your face, noticing.

He clenches his fists, eyes lingering on your face and how exhausted you are. He runs his hand through his hair as your eyes are locked onto the tv, the tv glow flashing back onto your face and illuminating it.

Dexter watches with a tang in his heart as your body slumps over, eyes closed and your breathing becomes slower, calmer. Your head is slumped over, resting against the back of the couch, near Dexter.

He feels the sudden desire to want to protect you. You look so vulnerable in your sleep and so peaceful. This was a feeling that's been creeping up on Dexter, but he's shoved it away for too long.

It makes him sick to his stomach knowing that he feels this way. He shouldn't, he's got a mission and he shouldn't have any distractions, but you make him feel good.

Dexter wipes his hands on his pants before quickly standing up and grabbing the two empty beer bottles. They clatter together as he tosses them in the recycle bin.

He grits his teeth at the loud sound and slowly turns his head towards you, hoping it didn't disturb you. He lets out a sigh of relief as he takes in you still sleeping.

Good.

Dexter doesn't know why, but he cannot fathom the thought of you sleeping on the couch. Why the hell does he care? His victims get no remorse from him, but you...you're different.

He can feel his pulse quickens as he stands over you, in total power and control like usual. Expect, he has no reason to want to be in power or in control, he can't find any reason and that scares the shit out of him.

Dexter moves carefully and calculated, arms slipping underneath your body and tenderly lifting you into his arms. You groan, still deep in your sleep.

The heat spreads all throughout his body, making him shiver. The blanket drapes over you as your body leans against Dexter, feeling the way his muscles flex.

His pink lips are slightly parted open as he stares at you. So beautiful and vulnerable. Dexter doesn't choke up or slip up, but he finds himself getting lost in your eyes.

Dexter's feet quietly shuffle across his apartment and he carries you into his bedroom. It's dark in there, the lights from the hallway peeking inside, slants of light spreading across the room and on the bed.

He steps right next to his bed, covers already pulled back. He carefully places you on the bed. A piece of your hair falls into your face and Dexter's eyes widen.

He extends his arm out, his hand mere inches away from your face. The feeling of his hand brushing against your cheek and tucking the strand away sends full body shivers into Dexter.

His hand is drawn to your face, knuckles tracing over your cheek. You squirm, slowly stirring awake and opening your eyes. Dexter's breath hitches and he quickly yanks his hand away.

"Sorry, just figured...you'd be more comfortable here," Dexter speaks with a low, husky voice. You stare at him, body frozen in shock and you bob your head.

You gulp and nod your head. You watch as Dexter turns his back and starts heading towards the door. Your heart is pounding, are you really going to let him leave?

"Dexter," you whisper, your voice almost like a plead. He can't resist the sound of your voice, calling out his name so tenderly. He stops in his tracks and turns around, facing you.

"Yeah?" he asks as you climb onto your knees on the bed. You slowly sink into the plush mattress and you gesture Dexter over. He lowers his head and walks over to the edge of the bed.

You reach out slowly as if you're testing the water. Dexter watches as you extend your arms towards him, planting your hands on his chest.

Through his shirt you can feel how muscular he is and your cheeks heat up. The light coming in from the blinds, shines on your face and Dexter almost chokes on his breath.

You slowly run your hands up his chest, up to his face. Your hands tenderly cup his face, his stubble poking your palms. Dexter's lips are partly open, his body almost frozen as you touch him.

Ever touch from you, Dexter feels electric. Your eyes take in his face, shifting from every feature and then down to his lips. You slowly start to lean in, taking your time.

Then, Dexter's hands reach out, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you forward roughly. You let out a grunt of surprise at the sudden yank.

Dexter closes his eyes, his lips capturing yours. Your body seems to instantly relax as your lips melt together, lapping and wanting more.

Dexter feels the muscles of his heart tightening with an incredile force.

The kiss consumes Dexter, like his soul is opening up, tasting feeling and seeing every color of the rainbow in his own sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness…

His fingers dig into your hips, pulling your body against his as the kisses grow faster and more heated each time your lips devour each other. It makes you feel like every single nerve in your body is on fire.

Dexter's body warmth makes goosebumps form along your skin. You can feel your knees getting weaker as the two of you taste each other, the scent of beer on your lips.

You slowly pull away from each other, wanting more, but needing to gasp for air. You both pant heavily, eyes never each other's in the darkness.

Warm, gentle hands still gripped onto one another, no intention of letting go. Dexter's eyes glance down to your lips, red and warm. You watch in awe as Dexter starts to climb onto the bed with you and you instinctively lay down.

He's towering over you before climbing on top of you, hands on either side of your head, saving you from his full weight. Dexter starts to dip his head down, but the sudden roar of the thunder makes you flinch and shrink in your figure.

Dexter's lip curl up into a tiny smirk at your reaction, remembering that's the reason you came over in the first place. He takes in the look on your face and his heart stings.

You're scared and afraid, but not of him. You yearn for him to protect you, to shield you. Everyone is always afraid of him, but you're the opposite.

He carefully reaches out his hand, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over your skin.

"Come here," his voice is husky as he lays back down on the bed, arms open. His open chest is so tempting, practically calling out of your name.

You crawl into Dexter's embrace as he instinctively wraps his arms around you, shielding you from the thunderstorm. You toss your leg over his, trying to get close as possible.

You rest your arm over his stomach, feeling it go up and down slightly as he breathes. Dexter's eyes roam over your figure in the darkness as you rest your head on his chest.

Dexter's stomach is twisted into uneasy knots as the two of you are ever so close. His body tingles as he can hear your heartbeat, steady and rhythmic.

This is all he's ever wanted...