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" you wanted this, so stop bitching! " hannah manages to say through her own panting, eyes practically shooting daggers at the blonde next to her. he's shirtless, of course. seriously; for someone with ridiculous amounts of money, he certainly seems to have a terribly small wardrobe. the two of them have settled into a nice routine; he'd drag her out of the house to go on a run, and hannah would complain the entire time but refuse to quit because she is not a quitter! today, however, it seemed that roles were reversed and he was the one mumbling under his breath every now and then. the brunette stops dead in her tracks in the middle of the street, cheeks bright red and blue eyes narrowed in dean's direction. " okay, fine- spill. " she waves a hand dramatically before settling it on her hip. " but let me remind you that i am allie's best friend first, human being second. so if you even hint at saying something i don't like, i will claw your eyes out. " hannah adds, flashing him an innocent smile. " you may proceed. "

allie liked sex ... scratch that, allie loved sex. she loved exploring new forms of pleasure and what her body could do in the throes of such. dean was up for anything. LITERALLY ANYTHING. it was the absolute hottest thing. the command in his voice, the way capable hands spin her body around to face the full length mirror. when it came to her body, allie did not feel nerves or shame when looking at it. much like dean, HER BODY WAS HER INSTRUMENT. she enjoyed it. very lucky to feel comfortable and confident in her skin.

her skin was flushed, lips already swollen from hungry kisses. ALLIE HAYES WAS STILL HUNGRY. she could feel his breath against her heated skin, in no ways cooling her down. if anything it's curling right in her gut, trickling and pooling between her thighs. aching to be touched. “ you gonna ask me what i see or some shit? ” lips tug upwards, one hand snaking around to curl into blond locks while simultaneously pushing back against his crotch. she needed some kind of friction. her body thrumming with unspent desire. allie does what he says though. the brunette's eyes are glued to herself, TO THEM. the way he's holding her, the way she's rubbing against him like a cat in heat. all she had to do was purr ... and she had no doubt dean would have her purring very soon.

dean heyward-di laurentis was like an addiction. ONE SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO SHAKE. always saying this is the last time but always finding herself wrapped up in the hockey player over and over again. after sean, allie wanted fun. THE SERIAL MONOGAMIST WANTED TO EXPERIENCE HOOK-UP CULTURE ... and dean was fun. very fun. too much fun. she's been staring at the message for what felt like ages. nails tap the side of her phone rhythmically, impatiently, OBSESSIVELY. “ fuck! ” a low groan of dramatic proportions, swinging herself off her bed to do the one thing she swore she would stop doing.