𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

Sidney Watkins couldn’t understand how happy she got whenever she saw Dean, whether it was between classes, during parties, or whenever she watched him score in a game.

She didn’t like him.

She couldn’t like him.

Yet she did.

Dean would pull out of classes, smother her in kisses then pretend that he was helping her with something if they were to be caught by a random freshman.

Sidney would order his favourite at Malone's as a treat for a good practice and game, then jump into his car and onto his lap, feeding him his fries whilst she gushed over his performance.

It was a funny habit of theirs, that she believed was fuelled by the secrecy.

So now, after a great grade on her intro to psyche paper, she wanted to celebrate with another date, just like he felt like he deserved kisses after another glorious win.

So now they were officially on their fourth date — she decided it was time to be dressed up.

It was Thursday evening at the movie theatre in Hastings, tickets were full price, and he wouldn't even let her think about paying. The theatre had three screens and carried one new release a week, whilst the others were old movies. So luckily for him, one of his favourites was showing.

The movie of choice was Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.

She vaguely remembered the plot, but adored Orlando Bloom when she first watched it.

“I swear, you only one that game because I was distracted," Sidney replied, gathering her spicy nachos off the counter.

Dean picked up his large popcorn and Coke, and argued, “When i have my shirt off that tends to happen.”

“Not because of that, you ass.” Sidney softly scoffed, when they started walking toward their screen room.

He blew out his cheeks, and lowered his tone, “And speaking of asses— what? Yours has to be the most breathtaking I’ve ever seen.”

Sidney halted in her stride, turning to him when he did the same.

“I’m already aware of that," She voiced, rolling her eyes and then watched him push open the screen door.

Dean smirked, “Just wanted to reassure you that it didn’t change.”

“Shut up," she strutted in.

He stalked behind her.

Their screen room wasn't packed, they caught a few people in each row as they strolled up the lengthy stairs to the back seats.

And when they did, Dean leaned close to ask, “Why were you distracted?”

Sidney pondered, shifting in her chair and placed her food onto the seat tray.

She slowly answered, “I just wanted to win. Like so badly. I got confused and I lost.”

“Well, I’ll help you next time." Dean nodded, genuinely smiling at her, "No strip chess.”

Her brow arched sceptically, “Only strategy?”

“Stripping is strategy.”

“Oh I know, D.”

Their laughter was promptly shushed by various people when the lights went down and the title card appeared.

"Tough crowd," she muttered, only making him laugh more.

Throughout the movie, Sidney let Dean sample some of her nachos, whilst he slumped back and let her as much popcorn as possible and happily sipped on his coke.

And when she curled up in her seat, he widened his legs and helped her across, comfortably sitting on his lap.

The movie wasn't on his mind, nor were the action sequences he marvelled over when he was a kid. No, it was Sidney. How she tucked her head into his neck, how she commented on various scenes or laughed when no one else did.

She smelt different today.

He thought it was the honey shampoo, but when she freshened up in the ladies, he realised it was her perfume— it had a warm spice to it, making it hard for him to control his thoughts when they drove back to campus.

"Malones?" He asked.

She nodded, "Malones."

It took him ten minutes to collect their orders and another twenty-five to eat up every last crumb and sip their last sips in his car.

"Y'know Beau hasn’t stopped talking about your dad," Dean admitted, making her laugh in disbelief.

She wiped her mouth, "Really?"

"He's one of his heroes."

"That's nice to hear," She replied, smiling at the thought.

She used to think her dad was one of her heroes, until she grew up and just saw him as just her dad.

Dean sheepishly added, "Says he wants a signed jersey."

Sidney drawled, turning to him, "Oh, is that why you wined and dined me tonight, so you could hook up Beau?"

"No, a jersey would just be a bonus," Dean leaned in, across the console, making her giggle.

"Shut up."

Dean couldn't help himself when he reached out, cupped her face, and smashed his lips into hers.

Sidney lowly moaned, the excitement from potentially being caught and the taste of him, made her get lost in it all.

Dean was drunk on the passion, kissing her deeply as he helped lift her over the console, pressing their chests together as her knees found solace on either side of his hips.

She pulled at his hair and he grabbed her ass, moaning into her mouth as he slipped his tongue in.

Heat flooded his car, steaming up his windows and growing between their thighs.

Sidney felt lightheaded by his touch, his hands wandered from her ass to her back, making her melt into him, kissing his jaw, his chin, and his neck.

He was so sensitive.

His head tipped back, and his mouth parted emitting more raspy moans the harsher she sucked on his skin.

And then finally, she pulled back, to see her lovely artwork, just to catch his eyes flutter open.

She breathily laughed.

“Delirious?” Dean said, in a rasp, tracing patterns on her back.

Sidney whispered, “Sane.” She cupped his face, “Your eyes are so green. Like emeralds. Pretty."

A small chuckle escaped him, before he intensely stared at her, “Your eyes look rich in the light.”

"Corny," She snorted.

"Romantic."

Dean loved how he could bask in her splendor every other day. He felt more than lucky, infatuated.

He pulled her back into another kiss, trailing his hands over her stomach, until a finger grazed under her left breast.

"Wait," She reeled back, pushing his hand away.

Dean immediately sobered up, regretting the action when she stiffened, "Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry I just don't wanna go further than that Dean," She plastered on a smile, which only made him feel worse.

"Why are you apologising? We don't have to go further," he said softly, rubbing his thumbs over his waist.

Sidney rolled her shoulders back, and awkwardly scratched her forehead, "I'm just not comfortable doing that's too sexual. The strip chess and all the kissing and wondering hands is where it stops."

"I'm good with that." Dean reached out, trying to cup her face as she looked away, "Hey, that's fine with me."

"Yeah, for how long?" Sidney murmured, making him frown.

"Sidney…”

Her phone suddenly went off, allowing her to make an easy escape.

"Sorry, lemme get this," She slipped back into her seat and picked up her phone, ignoring his concern.

mama 🌸

hi sweetie, just wanted

to tell you, that your

uncle daryl and his

sons are coming for

thanksgiving.

read

Sidney let out a deep sigh, and turned off her phone, already imagining her mom's pinched, uptight look on her face as she typed it.

"Great," She mattered.

Dean moved closer, though he kept his hands to himself, "What's the matter?"

"Family... it just sucks," she muttered, slipping her phone under her thigh, trying not to clench her fist.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Sidney grimaced, "I kinda just wanna go home."

Dean nodded, starting the car immediately, "I can take you home."

Slowly, Sidney turned to look at him, seeing the regret cast across his profile.

"Can you stay with me?" She whispered, stifling her tears, her sadness clogged her tone.

Dean stared at her, eyes softening before he kindly smiled, "Of course I'll stay with you, beautiful."

a/n:

probably may fave chapter of them.

warnings: smut

1914

“Come here,” he grinned after shoving the door stopper under the door, so they wouldn’t be interrupted, “I love you alright, now, I need to make it up to you, you’re parents know I’m stayin’ over, so lay back and be quiet.”

her small breathy moans haunted him at night in his room alone. Touching himself, imagining how it would be when he had her all over again. He craved Eden like the very air in his lungs. 

“You’re not tired?” She asked, putting aside her confession and focusing on his hardened state, palming it, earning a soft groan from him. 

“Of you? Never,” his head moved all over her body, travelling from the hem of her nightie to the inside of her thighs, “surprised your knife ain’t here, can’t ‘ave you stabbin’ me.”

He didn’t need another incident with this flick knife 

She let out a breathy laugh, “I wouldn’t… yet.”

Eden dragged his face back to hers, enveloping him in searing kisses as his hands began making short work of her nightie, pulling it over her head, freeing her breasts, her own nimble fingers pulled down his undergarments, he groaned against her feverish lips. 

“Fuck, you’re everythin’, ya know that?” He grunted at the feeling of her hands. 

Tommy pulled back, trying to suppress his grunts and groans but he couldn’t. He moved away her hand, wanting, no, needing to focus on her and only her. 

His tongue tongued with her breasts, “‘Ave these got bigger? They fuckin’ ‘ave.” 

It was something he couldn’t deny. 

“Oi, that hurts,” she hissed, then panicked at the worried look in his eyes, “Avoid ‘em for the night. Just feel little sensitive, thats all.” 

“Y’sure?” she never reacted like that before “They look so…” Tommy trailed off, biting down on his lip at how big they were, “alright sorry,” he quick apoloisged, then was taken back by her roughly pushing him, managing to flip him over, “Fuck.”

“Wanted be to top,” she murmered as his hands settled on her waist. 

He needed all of her, she squealed when he sat up, still keeping his frim grip on her. 

“By all means, darlin’,” he groaned, watching her rise on her knees, “be on top.” 

Sinking down on him, they both groaned and gripped each other. 

Eden knew she would have to find a better time to tell him about the baby on the way.

WHEN they reach their quarters Daenys put her hand out, preventing Aemond from pushing open the door. Seeing her apprehension he cocked his head to the side, analysing her sudden change in demeanour. 

"What you said about the winter rose..."

"We do not have to go in," Aemond stated, understanding her train of thought. He would not let his uncle cease their last piece of pleasure. He would grasp it if his life depended on it. "Come," he grabbed her shoulders, caressing her arms until he interlinked their hands, pressing kisses to each one. "How ravishing." 

Sparing a look at the guards outside their quarters, he sent a nod, dismissing them. 

"My Prince," they spoke, inclining their heads "My Lady."

Not wasting time, Daenys drew Aemond for a desperate kiss, unclasping his hair in the process, letting his moon-kissed locks cascade, swarming her face. A small whimper escaped her lips when he pulled away, her pleas caused him to grip her hands, pushing them above her head. 

"Aemond," she moaned as his other hand grasped at her skirts, "How tactless, pleasuring your Lady Wife for all to see." A smirk kissed his lips as they descended onto her chest, nipping at the bust and growling into her cleavage. He wanted nothing more than to rip her bodice to shreds, but her dampening thighs called to him. Beckoned him, she lured him like a siren. She gasped at his touch, fingers crawling to where they both desired most. "How perfect, they fit me so well Husband."

He grunted, adding another finger to her core, feasting on the moans pouring from her mouth. 

"My shift, I cannot breathe with it, it suffocates me so," letting go of her hands, he tugged at the front of her shift, revealing her breasts, on display for him to see, and only him. His lips peppered over her nipples, as his pace sped up. "More... I need it, need you closer."

She cried out, uncaring of the maids scattering away at the mere sound of her debauchery. 

"Peak, Wife," he craved it, wanting her release on his fingers. His lips parted and his gaze darkened when her head tossed back against their chamber door. "That's it." Her silent cry of his name almost made him spill in his breeches. Riding the wave of pleasure, Daenys eyes fluttered as he pulled his fingers away, wanting to sample a taste of her sweetness. "Exquisite."

She flushed as he licked every last drop, before smashing his lips against hers, leaving her whining and pleading for more. 

"Our children wonder about our whereabouts, don't you think?"

"You villain," she went to reach for his jerkin. 

"When I check for monsters under our children's beds? Tis indeed shameful. Before they come to join you in our chambers, I will let you return the favour, if that is what you desire." 

She mirrored his smirk.

DAENYS softly gasped when Aemond's lips slammed against hers. She could feel the passion, or perhaps his lust would engulf her all at once. A sense of pride washed over her, before she pulled back, seeing the darkening glints of greed in his lilac eye flicker to her chest. She teased and tutted when he dipped his head again only to be met with her cheek. 

"We mustn't. The boys..."

"As soon as their eyes shut, you won't be able to keep me at arm's length."

Daenys did not trust her voice, answering with a nod instead. 

They heard their children babbling grow softer and quieter; words that were predominately Rhaegon's. The twins caught the glimmer of their Father's Sapphire as he rounded their canopy bed. One day, they had raced into their parent's chambers without knocking when Daenys was cleaning his socket. Aemond had turned away despite his throbbing pain, but the twins appeared intrigued not scared, just like Daenys would tell him. Since then Aemond was more confident showing his disfigurement to his sons, but only to them and his Lady Wife, who were privy to his vulnerability.

"One story, Tis what your Mother promised you. Now rest. We have been busy boys, if you must know. Planning and moulding your future. Our future. Now sleep," a cat-like pout formed on Rhaegon's face — inherited from his Father. Baelon groaned, but listened, shutting his parti-coloured eyes with a scrunched face. His twin followed, after receiving soft strokes to his hair from their Mother. "Good." 

"Rest well sweet boys," Daenys blew out candles around the room. They were scentless, otherwise they'd cause discomfort to Aemond's wounded socket. Husband and Wife watched fondly and feverishly as their children's hands grabbed onto each other. "We will be on look out for any monsters. They cannot get to you. Nor me with your Father here." 

Their laboured breaths reached the parent's ears as their chests rose and fell. 

In the darkness, Daenys let out a soft gasp, careful not to wake her sons when she felt her Lord husband's hands caress her breasts. 

"Not here." 

"Where then, The coast?" Aemond responded dryly. 

"Need I remind you that you ravished me in an empty corridor of the Keep?" She whispered, fuelling his lust. "Now Come. I shall show you all the corners and crevices of this place, where one day you and I will rule. But first, my desire to have you see my special hideout."

Aemond, let his hunger guide throughout the castle and his Wife, whilst hearing the echoes of Knights on watch. The sights even in the night were pleasant, windy yet warm not what he was used to. Daenys' grip tightened as they stumbled, clad in their small clothes and cloaks to protect the archaic walls from their sins. 

"This was your... hideout?" He glanced around at the tall walls of the narrow library of High Tide. "How shabby." 

"Is that judgement I detect husband? And here I thought you were the caring type. But I see that is all Daeron." 

Her amusement faded when he backed her against the walls of the library, turning her to face a window and gripping her hands, placing them on the cobblestones. He spread her legs as she panted, collecting all the air she needed as he pulled up her ivory gown, mouth-frothing at the lack of small clothes she wore beneath. Bare-arsed and exposed to the Prince, anyone else would mistake her for a whore, the noises she would make would do well to imply that. 

"Tell me, about this place," He demanded, swiping his fingers through her soaked slit, biting down on his bottom lip at the whimper escaping her lips. Normally he would be on his knees, sucking and sampling all she had to offer, his knees would grow tired but his tongue would maintain the ravaging with hunger as she screamed, begging for more. "The ports, the villages... How the common folk work, how they satisfy themselves." He heard his Daenys' moans, they were quick to louden at the pace he worked at, adding another finger just to pull them back to taste, groaning and eye-rolling back at the mere addiction he had. It was strong. His cravings never stopped. "Perhaps I should visit Spicetown before we depart on the morrow, grow accustomed to the life." 

"Hull would be more to your liking," she breathed out, feeling his naked thighs brush against hers. He further nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, smirking at her arching back. "You'd admire the men, their dedication to their craft," she let out a deep moan when he guided himself to her dripping core. He silenced their noise with a sloppy kiss, gently caressing her neck as their lips enveloped each other. He struggled to hold back, mind dazed at how her body swallowed his every inch. "Aemond..." she murmured against his lips as he picked up his pace, settling his hands back on her waist, careful not to pound into her, wary he would hurt the babe. "The Sea Snake was saved by an Alyn of Hull." 

The mention of another man encouraged him to thrust deeper, her intention of course, "Oh was he?" 

She almost shrieked when he grabbed her breast, "Yes." 

His hands began to knead her flesh, at times gentle, others possessive. the pleasures engulfing them were too much, and thoughts of being caught spurred them on. Her palms left the cobbled walls and flung around his neck as he pulled him back against his chest with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body.  The sensations intensified.

"Oh..." she mewled. "Gods." 

"Do you feel that?" his lips tickled her ear, voice strained and husky. "Do you feel how you take me in?"

"I feel you, always," voice trembling, she mustered an answer. "We will visit all the settlements when we ascend. We will learn," she choked back a sob at wondering fingers working between her legs. "We will love. And then we rule."

A laboured chuckle escaped him, "Yes, love. Then we rule."

a/n:

John Logan had been avoiding his girlfriend, Sidney since she got back after Thanksgiving.

Garrett had tried helping, despite the consuming thoughts of his dad's new girlfriend and the bruises staining her wrists and possibly other parts of her body.

He concluded that his best friend's relationship would heal itself.

So, currently, he was focusing on himself, happily being treated to a date by Hannah as they sat beside each other, tucking into their food in Carver Hall.

The rustic chalet-style, the high ceilings, wood panelled walls, and ornate light fixtures that cast a soft yellow glow over the room, completely contrasting the other meal halls.

Hannah loved it.

And so did he.

Well, until his friends spotted them, smiling when they stood on the opposite side of the table.

"Wellsy," Dean placed his tray in front of her, "Saw you guys on Fifth Line."

"Is Jules—" Hannah pulled a face.

"They're everywhere," Dean voiced.

Tucker promptly sat between Logan and Dean, not risking another punch up.

"Like God," Logan added, pulling out his seat.

Garrett expressed, "We're supposed to be on a date."

"Oh, wow, you really splurged, G." Logan joked, sitting down.

Hannah bashfully interrupted, "This one was my treat."

Logan's eyes widened, before he smiled, "Oh, then, rescinded."

"So, how was y'all's break?" Tucker's questioned, looking between the couple.

But Logan's attention was suddenly pulled away.

He found Sidney across the hall.

She was in her gym clothes, walking through the rows of tables, holding her large bottle of water.

Damn, she looked beautiful.

Following his gaze, Hannah lit up.

"Sid!" Hannah called her off, unaware of the simmering tension.

Sidney slowly strolled over, hands tightening around her water bottle as she finally stood before the group.

"Oh, hey guys," She greeted.

"Sidney," Tucker waved.

"Watkins," Garrett smiled.

Dean nodded in acknowledgement, whilst Logan suddenly averted his gaze.

Hannah asked, "How was your Thanksgiving?"

"Could've been better," she grumbled, attempting to smile.

Tucker teased, "You get anymore merch from your dad?"

Sidney didn't pick up on his teasing, "Oh, should I?"

Tucker flushed, and Dean jumped in, "He's kidding."

"Oh, right sorry."

"You're not gonna join us?" Hannah encouraged, nodding to the seat next to her.

"Umm..." Sidney's expectant gaze drifted over to her boyfriend who wasn't looking at her. "Logan... can you talk now?"

Unlike the medical room, he was much more hesitant and harsh. "I can't right now, I'm eating."

Garrett's brows pulled together, and he kicked Logan under the table, who reacted with a small glare when he looked up from playing with his food.

Sidney’s lips thinned into a line and her head softly bopped.

"Right, well, I guess I'll head to the weight room," she said.

"Have fun." Logan muttered, making her shoulders sink.

"I'll see you guys later."

Sidney subtly rolled her eyes and walked away, not looking back to see Logan wistfully staring after her.

Hannah's lips curled into a frown, "What was that?"

"Dean, wanna say what that was?" Logan tutted, and the blond in question let his fork clatter against his tray.

Dean awkwardly scratched at his forehead, "He um... Logan found out about Sidney and me dating back in sophomore year."

Hannah's eyes shot out of her head when she turned back to her boyfriend, "Wait, what?"

Tucker answered for Garrett, "That’s why I’m the human buffer today."

"And you're mad at her, why?" Hannah faced Logan in confusion.

Logan replied as if it were obvious, "She kept it a secret."

"So did Dean and you're being cordial."

Logan was doing that because he had to.

Not because he wanted to.

Garrett muttered against his cup, "And you left her in her room crying when you found out."

Hannah looked annoyed.

Dean's stare dropped to his food tray, whilst Tucker subtly shook his head.

"Dude," Logan scoffed.

Hannah leaned forward, eyes widening in shock, "You did what?"

"You did." Garrett insisted, holding his best friend's irritated stare, "She should've told you yes, but she didn't keep it from you to hurt you. She was probably trying to avoid this situation entirely. It's messy. You don't do messy."

"I... just don't know what to say." Logan voiced, running a hand over his face, then spared a glance at Dean.

"Instead you and Dean beat the crap out of each other on the ice and play nice on land, whilst your girlfriend is losing her mind."

Tucker sucked his teeth, "Sounds pretty fucked up."

Garrett added, “Besides we all know you can’t function without her.”

“I’m fine," Logan argued.

No one was convinced.

lumberjack 😏

picking you up in five.

siren ✨

i have to cancel, sorry.

not feeling too good.

lumberjack 😏

are you okay? what's

the matter?

siren ✨

bad camps, nothing

to worry about.

read

"So no third date?" Trinity asked, when she walked out of her bedroom, ready to go out, to see Sidney curled up on the sofa.

"How can I in this state?" Sidney groaned, looking every bit exhausted. "Plus I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I wanna pass out."

"Go back to sleep okay." Sidney leaned on the back of the sofa, and gently touched her arm, "Did he respond?"

Sidney scoffed, "Nope, I was aired, just like I expected, once he saw the word 'cramps' he was out."

"Men."

"Exactly."

The sudden knock at the door drew their attention as Trinity grabbed her sneakers off the shoe rack.

"Did you order something?" Sidney asked, as she forced herself to get up and stroll over to the door.

"Nope."

When Sidney swung the door open she was stunned to see Dean on the other side.

"Dean? What are you doing here?" She noticed the big paper bag he held with one arm. "And what's all this?"

"You said you had cramps," Dean answered as if it were obvious.

"Bad cramps."

"Bad cramps and I bought these," he said, gesturing to the bag.

She stepped aside, letting him stroll in as the door clicked behind him.

His gaze lingered on her stripped pyjamas and fuzzy slippers.

He grinned, before catching the hard stare of her friend.

"She cancelled the date,” Trinity deadpanned, now comfortably wearing her sneakers.

Realisation dawned on Dean, "You must be Trinity."

"You must be Dean,” She drily said.

"I certainly am." Dean nodded, "So here, I bought this for your best friend." He walked over to the small dining table and set down the bag. "So we can stay in."

Sidney trudged after him, "We?"

"You and me, yes," he said in that obvious tone again.

"Why?" he turned, to look down at her confused face.

"Because Sidney Watkins, you like my company. And I really like yours," he answered, rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm on my period," She stated seriously.

"I'm aware."

"I'll groan in pain, possibly fall asleep and even drool."

"I have painkillers, a sturdy shoulder to sleep on and even a couple of packs of tissues."

He also had an assortment of snacks and winged period pads, that he promptly took out, surprising her.

Trinity who watched it all, sighed, "Let him stay, I need to do some groceries." That made them turn around, but she quickly jabbed her finger in his direction, "Guard her with your life."

Her narrowed stare didn't leave Dean until she left with the door clicking behind her.

Sidney quietly laughed, when Dean turned back to her.

"Well, she's intense," he commented.

"She's my best friend and very protective, like me," Sidney defended, drawing an endearing smile.

"Something to look forward too?"

Sidney giggled.

He loved the sound.

Her hand lightly graced over the products, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

"It was no trouble, I do this for my sister."

"Summer?"

"You remembered."

She hummed, "Her competitive edge left an impression. A good one, come on, you can choose what to watch because I won't be paying attention."

When Dean crossed the threshold of her dorm room, he was welcomed by the sounds of Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye. A fluffy rug rested on one side of her double-sized bed, whilst framed pictures of her friends and family were clustered over her dresser and posters were stuck to the wall. Meghan the Stallion and Ari Lennox were some to name a few, whilst the citrus aroma wafted around him.

“Too busy looking at me?" He joked.

“Too busy trying not to die.” She retorted, grateful for the reinforcements. “Painkillers, I just ran out so thank you.”

He watched as she took one, with the glass of water that she kept on her bedside table.

“Don’t have to thank me.” He replied, with a shrug. "Nice room."

The lilac walls and bed spread was cute to him.

But before he even tried to near the bed, she held up her hand.

“Take off your shoes white boy," his gym shoes were still comfortably on.

He mockingly gasped, “I’m not an animal.”

“And because you’re in your outside clothes, so you’re not getting between my sheets.”

Sidney couldn't wait to collapse on her bed, and climb into the sheets, moving her laptop out of the way just before he fell next to her after kicking off his shoes.

“Better?” He asked.

“Better.” She nodded, then set up her laptop between them, with the various snacks he bought on either side.

She watched as he typed a movie... Top Gun.

Sidney was far from impressed, but decided she would endure the action flick, since she had more than enough painkiller stop knock herself out.

But before he could press play, his phone buzzed.

And then again.

And then again, confusing her as she bit into a chocolate bar.

Dean cringed when he caught the names on his phone, then his gaze darted to Sidney who stared expectantly.

She laughed, although it was a bit forced.

“Puck bunnies?” She joked, watching as he turned off his phone and chucked it down the bed.

“Not anymore.”

Sidney laughed again, but amusement wiped off her face when she realised he was serious.

“Wait seriously?" She suddenly glared, "You’re entertaining them but you would’ve been on a date with me if I didn’t cancel.”

“Technically you didn’t cancel," Dean's teasing didn't land well.

“Technically I could kick you out and block you," Sidney's jaw tightened when she put down her food.

“You’re mad?” Dean's smile faltered when her glare didn't fade. “Wait, are we fighting?”

“No." Sidney waved him off, and faced the laptop, "Just play the movie.”

Dean leaned forward, trying to gain her attention, “Sidney, I’m not entertaining them.”

Besides, one was a freshman, and for all his manwhoring, he had a strict rule about not doing freshmen. After one little stalker incident at the start of the year, that lead a freshman to believe after a hookup that they were madly in love, it traumatised him enough that he left the freshman alone, deciding they were level ten clingers.

Sidney merely blinked at him.

“It doesn’t matter if you were, we’re not together. And this isn’t serious right?"

He stiffened, “That feels like a trick question.” When she didn't respond, he added, “Look, girls pop up all the time. If I wasn’t seeing you, I would respond. But I’m not.”

Sidney drawled, “I’m so lucky.”

“And you’re jealous.”

Finally she turned to him.

Amusement washed over his face.

The motherfucker was amused.

“I’m irritated," She snapped, shaking her head at the audacity of this guy.

Dean couldn't help himself, “And you’re hot when you are.”

Sidney's face fell, and she turned back to the laptop. Her hands reached for another snack. She ate, needing to push down whatever she felt, scared that it was too strong, when she prayed it wasn't. It fucking couldn't be.

This was Dean Di Laurentis.

The guy who wasn't a serious person.

The guy who wasn't supposed to be in a relationship.

The guy who wasn't meant for her.

Dean swallowed the knot forming in his throat, and reached for his phone again, drawing her frustrated expression.

“Tell me, if you want them all gone I’ll block every one from my phone and change my number.”

The graveness in his tone, made Sidney recoil.

His eyes flashed with earnestness, and there was no sign of banter or jest on his face.

Still, Sidney couldn't trust it, her wariness pinched at her thick brows and tugged her lips into a frown.

“I’m serious," Dean stated.

“You’re not,” Sidney scoffed.

He argued, “You don’t want me to be.”

Sidney's lips thinned.

Did I want him to be? She didn't want the question to swarm her mind much longer.

“Good time not long time remember." A tight smile contorted her face. She grabbed his phone and tossed it back to where it was, much to his surprise. "I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

Dean clicked his tongue, eying her sudden change in attitude. The previous anger in her eyes excited him, elating him in ways he didn't know possible.

“I don’t mind that you did.” he shifted closer, flashing her a smile, “Plus you’re in pain so it’s justifiable.”

Silence stretched between them.

Dean made the first move, grabbing the laptop and pressing play.

Boldly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and her head tucked into the crook of his neck, as she sighed into the embrace.

Sidney found herself eating chocolate, then mindlessly feeding Dean.

From stifling her jealousy to somewhat embracing her untapped feelings in only a matter of minutes.

She couldn't help but think of the puck bunnies.

They swarmed each player, ready to jump when they got the green light.

And she knew Dean had given clusters of them the green light since freshman year.

Gulping, Sidney craned her neck up to ask him, “Would you really do that?”

“What?” Dean eagerly met her gaze.

“Block every girl you used to fuck with on your phone and change your number, for me?”

Sidney felt sick even asking.

But she had to ask.

A warmth spread through his chest, her voice was quiet, almost shy, but revealed more than she'd admit.

“I would.”

Her breath hitched at his admission, then a glimmer grew in her eyes at the truth detailing his profile.

And what a beautiful profile he had.

His lips parted, when her fingers trailed off his chiselled jaw, then held his chin, before angling down his face as she stretched up.

She stretched up to kiss him, resting your hand on his chest.

Sidney’s lips were smooth and plump to perfection, they moulded against his almost carnal.

Her hand caressed his face before sliding behind his neck, the low sound he made her sit up, prompting him to lift her onto his lap, straddling his lap.

Dean gripped her waist, letting out a small groan when she licked over his lips.

"Fuck," he muttered, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and pulling her closer when their tongues tangled together. "Trouble."

A smile prodded her lips when he nipped one, making her tug at his hair.

Dean almost damn near moaned before Sidney pulled away.

Her grin taunted him.

“Blame that kiss on me being in pain." Sidney uttered, "A delirious kiss.”

“Oh, I love delirious kisses.” Dean pecked her a few times, growing more frustrated each time they were apart. “The best kinda kiss.”

His slowly dragging his fingers up and down her back, stroking until they grazed her ass.

"Careful," She playfully warned, "One delirious kiss and you're losing your mind."

"Let me Sid," He breathily chuckled, "Let me lose my mind."

Sidney smirked.

And then she kissed him again.

a/n:

"Baby, I need to finish packing," Sidney whispered against his lips, dazed by the hunger they shared, only to be interrupted by her packing for the weekend. She needed her toiletries and make-up bag, but every time she reached for them, Logan would tug her by the loops in her jeans and melt into a kiss. "Seriously."

"I'm helping," Logan muttered, sparing a glance at the suitcase before pecking the corner of her lips.

She suppressed a moan, feeling as though her legs would lose all feeling and that they'd end up where they were an hour ago; in bed, shrouded by sheets and pillows, whispers and whimpers

As much as it pained her, Sidney pushed him gently just to create some distance.

"You're kissing me," she had to look away from his flushed face and waving hair that was a mess.

"Which is helping."

He stepped closer, only to be interrupted by a knock on the main door to her shared dorm.

"Saved by the... knock?"

She lazily chuckled at his joke, "Let me get the door."

Logan ran a hand over his face when she stepped away.

His tongue swiped against his cheek when he watched her shuffle toward her door, "I'm gonna use the bathroom."

She glanced behind her, laughing in disbelief, "Really? You're turned on, again?"

"I actually need to pee," he weakly argued, walking backwards to her en-suite.

She raised a brow, "Oh?"

"And a cold shower."

She laughed, pulling open her bedroom door to the communal area, as she called out, "How will you survive without me; I'll never know." She then jogged over to the dormitory door and reached for the handle, startled by who she saw, "Dean? What are you doing here?"

Dean stood, uncharacteristically stern in the face, shoulders hunched and hands placed on either side of the door.

"I need to talk to you. Can I—"

Sidney quickly placed a hand on his chest, preventing him from stepping inside, then glanced behind her, somewhat relieved to know that her boyfriend was using the bathroom.

"No, Dean, we've talked about this," she said in a hushed whisper.

Dean lightly scoffed, "We haven't, not the way I need to. You just blocked me out of nowhere."

"I told you why." Her shoulders sank a little.

"But you won't admit it's because you had feelings for me!" Dean exclaimed, louder than he wanted, but all the frustration was bubbling over. He understood that back then he wasn't boyfriend material, but they had a good time, got to know each other deeply, and then, suddenly, they were strangers. "The thought of you feeling something— anything for me disgusted you or something."

"I didn't disgust me!" Sidney snapped back.

Dean's glare faltered, he looked down, unsure, "Then what —"

"What the fuck?!"

Sidney's heart dropped at the sound of Logan's voice.

She spun on her feet to see the anger tear his expression first, and then hurt and then betrayal as his chest heaved and he began to bitterly stare at the two of them.

She rushed toward him, leaving Dean to shut the door behind them, regretful that he didn't see Logan before his outburst.

"Baby... I..." Sidney struggled to get the words out, as the throbbing in her eyes grew when he gazed upon her with such dejection.

"You and him?"

Sidney rapidly shook her head as the dread settled. "It was nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing." Logan fought against the emotions creeping up his throat. He didn't look away from the tear-eyed woman in front of him, "Did you cheat on me?"

It hurt him to ask.

Sidney almost broke down at the question.

Her lip trembled when she answered almost instantly. "I would never."

"She wouldn't."

Dean's voice only angered Logan more.

"I'm not talking to you, you motherfucker!" Logan's yell pierced the room, pinning his friend to his place, before he turned back to his girlfriend. "When?"

Sidney sniffled, "Sophomore year. It was for like a month, and that was it."

A scoff escaped him when he turned away, looking up at the ceiling. And blinking back his tears.

All the stares, the silences, the awkwardness and the quiet intimacy, it all made sense.

It all clicked.

And it all made him sick.

"Oh my god, I knew something happened between you two, and you never told me?"

"I didn't... I didn't know how,” She frantically waved her hands around as the pressure amped up.

"Or you just didn't want me to find out," Logan muttered, rolling his eyes, much to her distress. He came closer, making her believe he would understand, only to grit out, "You let me think that you and I were special. That I was special."

"We are special, you are special, I love you and what happened with Dean won't ever change that. Nothing can change that. I promise." She tried reaching for him but he stepped back, making her face crumble more. "Please, Logan, I should've told you. I should've, but I didn't want it to change anything. And you're looking at me like I've —"

"Betrayed me? Yeah, you have.”

Sidney’s breaths grew laboured as his expression grew colder.

Dean shook his head, daring himself to speak, "Dude."

"No!” Logan yelled, storming over to him, “Don't you dare talk to me." Sidney rushed to step between them, setting her hand on his chest, cautious of the rage beneath her palm. "You know how much she means to me, and you touch her?"

Dean winced as his jaw ticked at the implication, "It was before you guys got together. A whole year."

"Do you not understand how fucked up this is?” Logan tugged at his hair, then rubbed at his forehead.

"Logan…” Sidney’s tone made him shut his eyes.

"I love you sidney, but don't touch me."

Sidney’s hand fell to her side; she gathered the strength not to stagger backwards.

He took a few steps back, himself, trying to regain some composure but the situation, no, the truth had rendered him out of sorts.

Dean tried, "Logan.”

"No, don't you get the thought of you, Sidney, being together makes me feel sick,” Logan blurted out, enraged by his voice alone.

"How could you say that?!”

"Because she's mine, Dean, mine!"

"And she didn't want me,” Dean extended his hand toward the trembling woman.

"But you still fucked her and you get to hold that over me."

The accusation hit them like a hot flash, jolting the exes to immediately defend.

Dean started, "We didn't —"

"I never slept with him,” Sidney rushed out, but she knew he wasn’t registering it. His judging eyes shifted between them, his fist clenched and then unclenched as he harshly swallowed their reality. She neared him, cautiously holding her hands up in defence, "I promise you, it was a few dates and kisses. And that's it."

Still, Logan’s expression was pained, "Did Beau know?” He muttered, mainly to himself, their silence was confirmation enough. “What am I saying? Of course he did. Trinity too, I bet, all just laughing whenever I was around."

"They wouldn't do that."

Logan laughed.

He laughed humourlessly, rolling his eyes that threatened to pour with tears, only his anger wouldn’t let them. It tugged them back and the ache in his chest gnawed deeper.

It was a few dates.

But they had lied about it for a year so how could he trust them now?

How could he trust Sidney?

She hadn’t lied before, but to him, this was monumental, and she knew it too, otherwise, she would’ve spilt the second they started dating. They were in love, or was that a lie too?

And now Dean stood in his love's dormitory with the intention of what exactly?

Suddenly, his glare found the blond, "Why are you even here man if she shut you down? Are you pissed that she chose me, that she wanted me, that she didn't just block me like she did you?"

"I'm not mad," Dean said, dolefully.

Logan's scowl deepened, "You're hurt, though, right?"

Dean's silence made him scoff before Sidney shakily spoke up.

"Can we please just calm down, please?" She rubbed the heels of her palms into her teary eyes. "I know you're hurting right now, Johnny, but please, just understand it's in the past."

"Then why was he at your fucking doorstep!”

She scrambled back, cowering at his scream, startling himself as well as Dean.

Logan took a step back immediately, guilt flickered across his face, and it started to make the anger he begrudgingly wore crumble.

Still, the hurt remained, but he couldn't stomach how upset she appeared, "Sid..."

Dean exasperated, "Don't take it out on her, John, alright, this is on me."

"Oh, I will happily take this out on you. Were you just waiting for me to screw up?"

"No."

"You didn't get to be with her before, and now you're hoping for another chance? How could you even show up here? How could you even do that to me?"

Dean groaned, "I don't even know, I just... I just wanted closure. I'm moving on, and I just wanted to understand why Sidney didn't see me as an option. But... but I should've left it alone."

He cast somewhat of an apologetic glance toward her, although she seemingly mirrored it.

Logan scoffed, though it sounded more like he was choking back a sob.

And when they turned to look at him, he was.

"God, I'm so fucking stupid. I'm second again."

Sidney blinked, "What?"

"Second at everything. Hockey, my family... you."

Her pout deepened at his words, "Don't, don't say that."

But it was his truth, and yet again he was hurt, by someone he thought he could trust more than himself.

He shook his head, after wiping his tears, "I need to go."

"Logan," Dean tried again, but Logan wasn't havinng it.

"And you need to get the fuck out!"

"John."

"Leave."

Dean desperately looked between the couple, then slowly nodded, turned around and left.

The door shutting behind him only made Sidney's hand twitch, she fought the urge to reach out to Logan.

"Baby please don't shut me out, just talk to me."

John winced, "I can't, because I don't wanna yell at you." Again. "I don't wanna make you feel what I feel right now. just... I need space."

"No."

Logan's eyes shut at the sound of her crying.

This is what he didn't want.

He never wanted to hurt her.

But he had to put himself first.

A pain-filled smile appeared on his face when he opened his eyes.

Slowly, Logan walked toward her.

Her pulse nearly deafened her, when he cupped her damp face.

"You're so beautiful."

Sidney melted in his kiss, it was messy, wet and sad.

Her fingers curled against the front of his hoodie, gripping it tightly.

But he managed to peel them away.

"Let me know when you arrive home, stay safe Sid."

And with that, he left, despite her pleading and begging.

When the door clicked shut, it was like her chest caved in.

Why didn't she just tell him the truth sooner? Why? Why not come clean? Why didn't she shut the door in Dean's face? Why is this happening?

Sidney's breaths were rapid when she fell to the floor.

She didn't even hear the door open again.

She could hardly feel Trinity's arms around her.

She couldn't even hear her loving words.

"It's okay, it'll be okay, I've got you."

a/n:

well, that was intense. do you think dean made the right decision coming to sidney’s dorm for closure? i think sid should've told logan when they started dating. do you think logan handled it well?

Sidney's gaze snapped up when she heard footsteps, in the tunnel outside the hockey locker room. A small gasp escaped her when she saw the familiar star hockey player and she gathered her things and chased after him.

"Wait, Garrett—wait up."

Deeply sighing, he stopped in his stride down the hallway. He really wanted to head back to the house after training that left his torso riddled with blemishes and bruises. His best defensemen were at war with each other, mainly Logan, but still, he couldn't stop it and neither could their Coach. And the reason why everything was a mess stood in front of him with an apologetic expression.

"Watkins," he greeted her with reproach, making her grimace.

"He told you?"

He quietly scoffed, "Of course he did. He's angrily doing housework and silently glaring at Dean whenever he steps into the room."

"Shit," Sidney muttered.

"Right, shit."

"I fucked up." Sidney admitted, "I know I fucked up."

"You did." Garrett agreed, then cleared his throat, "But he loves you and won't keep this up for long."

Sidney wasn't so sure, she knew Logan could hold a grudge, even if it were a short one, he could still hold one. Not even out of spite, he felt so much, and betrayal felt like every emotion bubbled constantly.

“He’s not talking to me Garrett," Sidney added as her frown deepened.

“Can you blame him? Even I thought something was going on between you and Dean. Well not right now, but he’s an obvious guy.”

Garrett also noticed Dean’s odd behaviour since his and Beau's birthday party, which coincided with the exposure of Logan and Sidney’s relationship. Come to think about it, it might've stung even more for Dean to discover that on such a big occasion.

“Fuck," she muttered, averting her eyes to the floor.

Garrett had to ask, “Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“'Cause the past is in the past.”

He sighed.

“Well, not anymore.” Garrett noticed her devastation and reiterated. “Look, as I said he’s gonna talk to you eventually. He’s stalking your socials daily.”

Sidney sadly hummed, “I know, I check to see when he does every morning."

“Of course you do.”

"It's a part of my routine."

"I bet it is," Garrett stiffly nodded, “But you know he’s the happiest he has ever been when he’s with you. Which is why I’m not worried about this.”

She tilted her head, then deeply gulped, “Just let me know how he is.”

“Miserable.” Garrett hated not being able to help his best friend, but he couldn't get too involved. “He doesn’t want to take it out on you. That’s why he’s taking the time to say the right thing.”

“Yeah he said.”

“Give him time.” He patted her shoulder, “And good luck with the quiz tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”