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Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.

“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.

“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”

“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”

“I promise, Mommy.”

“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.

“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”

“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.

“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.

“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.

She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.

“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.

Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Mom: Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx

“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.

“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.

“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.

“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.

“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.

“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”

“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”

“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.

“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.

“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.

“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.

“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”

“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”

“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.

“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”

“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”

“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.

“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.

“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”

“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”

“The last person was Mia’s father.”

“Four years,” Beau guessed.

“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”

“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”

“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.

“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”

“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”

It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.

Mom I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx

You Mom, we’re just talking xxx

Mom Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx

“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.

“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”

“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.

“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”

“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.

“Can we focus, please?”

“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”

“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”

“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”

“What if I am ready?” she whispered.

“You are?” Beau checked.

“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.

They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.”

Part Four

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She was perfect, and not for the first time, he cursed himself for ever letting her go. For not fighting harder. For breaking her heart and letting her down.

Y/N’s eyes casually scanned the bar and when they reached him, he raised his hand in a wave so she would see him. The way her shoulders relaxed when she saw him made him smile, and he wondered if she’d been just as nervous as he was about being stood up.

As she walked towards him, Jensen stood from the barstool to greet her. It took everything he had not to kiss her cheek when she stopped in front of him, but instead, he settled on a warm smile.

“I’m glad you came,” he chuckled softly.

“You thought I wouldn’t?” Y/N smirked, watching as he nervously ran his hand through his hair.

“Kinda!” he chuckled. “I put you on the spot earlier when I asked you how you’d been. I don’t have the right to ask, and I don’t have the right to know. I’d have understood if you stood me up.”

Y/N frowned at Jensen’s choice of words. This wasn’t a date, no matter how much she wanted it to be, so she tried not to dwell on it or any hidden meaning that might have been behind them. 

“So,” she cleared her throat, “are we getting a table or do you want to sit at the bar?”

“I’d like to get a table, but if you’d be more comfortable at the bar, I’m fine with that,” Jensen answered.

“A table would be great,” she replied, smiling that he was still as chivalrous as she remembered.

“Okay, great!”

Jensen held his arm out for her to take and she quickly linked hers with it. He led them to a quiet, intimate table for two at the back of the bar where they wouldn’t be disturbed by patrons queuing for drinks or people coming and going from the restrooms.

He pulled her chair out for her and once again, she found herself enamoured by his gentlemanly manners. “Thank you, Jensen.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” Jensen’s smile was wide and contagious, and the sparkle in his green eyes was brighter than she ever remembered seeing it. She couldn’t help wondering if it was the low, atmospheric lighting, or if their spark was reigniting.

As they settled into their seats, the silence and tension between them grew to an unbearable level. Y/N was about to bite the bullet and tell him that this was a bad idea when a waiter approached to take their drinks order.

Jensen ordered a beer with an ease that instantly diffused some of the tension she was feeling, making her wonder if it was only her that felt the awkward air surrounding and suffocating her.

“Merlot,” she blurted when the waiter asked her what drink she wanted for the second time. “A really large glass of Merlot, please.”

“Of course,” the waiter nodded and left them to their awkwardness once again.

“What?” Y/N frowned at hearing Jensen’s chuckle.

“Nervous?” he smirked and she narrowed her eyes.

“You’re not?”

“I am. But you look like you’re plotting a prison break!” Y/N laughed, breaking the remaining tension between her and Jensen. “There she is!” he chuckled. “You had me worried for a second!”

“I’m sorry. This is…” Y/N gestured wildly with her hands trying to find a word that wouldn’t offend him.

“Awkward?” Jensen offered. “Yeah, it is.” he agreed and took a swig of his beer, watching as she took a long swallow of her wine.

“But it doesn’t have to be,” he added, putting his bottle back on the table and making himself comfortable on the faux leather armchair. “So, since I asked you here, it’s only fair that my interrogation is first.”

“Interrogation?” she chuckled. “Why so serious!” Jensen threw his head back in laughter and she grinned. She’d missed his laugh.

“Maybe that was a little strong!” he smirked.

“You think? I’m about ready to get a cab home!” she laughed.

“Okay, how about reacquainting? Is that better?”

“Much,” Y/N grinned. “So, tell me about Paris.”

Jensen spent over an hour talking about himself, his time in Paris that led to him getting a dream position in a very successful New York restaurant, and his latest venture into owning his own place.

“Sauvage. I like it. It suits you,” Y/N grinned as he finished his story. “I’m so happy everything worked out for you, Jensen. Truly.”

“Thank you. It came at the sacrifice of any kind of personal life, but I’m hoping it pays off,” he chuckled.

“I have no doubt it will. Everything you’ve worked so hard towards will be worth it when you see your restaurant full of happy diners.” Y/N swallowed the last mouthful of her wine and gestured to the waiter for another round of drinks.

“So, I guess it’s your turn,” Jensen said.

“I guess so,” she cleared her throat and thanked the waiter for her second glass of wine. “What do you want to know?”

“How’s work?” Jensen started with the perfect icebreaker. She loved her job when they were dating, and he was pretty sure she’d still love it now.

“Great!” Y/N’s smile lit up her face and made her eyes sparkle. “I have my own family practice and see patients part time. The rest of the time is paperwork and the day-to-day running of things. I have an amazing office manager though, who helps with a lot of the admin.”

“Wow! Your own practice? Looks like I’m not the only one living their dream!” Jensen smiled.

“Yeah, well, you worked hard for yours. Mine kinda just fell into my lap!” she chuckled, and he tilted his head in a silent question.

“I’d been out for drinks with a group of friends and I ran into Eddie Simpson. We both specialised in family medicine at Harvard and shared classes together there. He was working in a practice and told me they were looking for a new pediatrician.

“Long story short, I got the job, and when the original owner, Dr Reynolds retired, Eddie and I bought him out, and I’ve been there ever since,” Y/N explained.

“Is Eddie still your business partner?” Jensen asked.

“Ah, now that brings us to the personal part of my life!” she chuckled sadly.

“I’m listening,” he said softly, and she smiled wearily.

“Not long after I started working at the practice, Eddie and I started dating. He’s a really great guy and he treated me well. We got married,” she sighed and paused, her memories making her smile slightly, making Jensen curious as to why things didn’t work between them.

“But we shouldn’t have,” she continued. “I had my doubts that accepting his proposal was the right thing to do, but I wanted what everyone else had. I wanted a partner and a best friend. Someone who’d always have my back.” Y/N paused again to take a long sip of wine.

“I got all of it from him, but I didn’t love him. I mean, I loved him… I still love him. I’m just not in love with him. I’m not sure that I ever was.

“He met someone else,” she smiled softly at Jensen’s scathing expression. “He never cheated on me. But when he met Laura, he realised the way he felt about her should have been the way he felt about me.”

It hadn’t been as heartbreaking as she imagined the news would’ve been had she been in love with Eddie. In fact, it’d been a relief. It meant they could part ways amicably and without anyone getting hurt. They loved each other, they just weren’t in love, and they’d managed to get through their separation and subsequent divorce and still be friends.

“When we separated, Eddie decided to move to Houston. It’s where Laura is from originally. When we sold our house, I offered to buy Eddie out of the practice and become its sole owner. He agreed and… here we are,” Y/N picked up her wine glass with a shrug, and took another healthy swallow from it.

“What about you?” She cleared her throat and placed her glass back on the table. There was no need to elaborate because they both knew she was referring to his love life.

“Do you want the truth or the polite answer?” Jensen chuckled.

“The polite answer, obviously,” she grinned.

“Alright, but remember you asked for it!” he laughed and took a long drag of his beer.

“I tried to date after… but no one ever came close to you. So, I threw myself into work and dated casually. Even that wasn’t… it didn’t feel right. It always felt like I was cheating.

“I know we weren’t together very long,” Jensen drained the rest of his beer. “But what we had was intense and all consuming. It was the real deal. I have no doubt whatsoever about that.” 

Y/N may have managed to move on and get married, but he never could. It had only ever been her. It still was and it always would be. He knew that now just as much as he’d known it back then. 

But back then, he couldn’t see the wood for the trees, and he thought it’d be easier for both of them — no, him — and his feelings to end it. Part of him held onto the hope that she’d wait for him. That she’d still be there when he came back from Paris, but she wasn’t. And it was only then that he realised just how big of a mistake he’d made because he knew her. And he knew that if they’d separated before he went to Paris, she would have waited for him. But he fucked up in so many ways, the first being his insistence that they stay together.

“I’m so sorry,” Jensen sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I just wish I’d tried harder—fought harder for you.”

“No, you don’t, Jensen. You wouldn’t be where you are now if we’d stayed together.” He knew she was right, but the shame and the guilt of what he’d put them both through was still as raw as it was then.

“I don’t care. None of it makes up for the future I could’ve had with you,” he fumed. “One where both of us would’ve been happy.”

“Maybe not. But neither of us would be who we are or where we are now, and everything happens for a reason. If I didn’t believe that, I’d never have survived us breaking up.”

“I still love you,” Jensen bravely admitted. If he didn’t do it now, he knew he’d let her walk out of here without telling her. “I never stopped.”

“Me either,” she replied.

“Can I kiss you?” He didn’t know where it came from, but it was out now and he couldn’t take it back.

“You better!” Y/N giggled, leaning forward to meet Jensen’s plump, perfect lips with hers.

The kiss was everything and more. Y/N felt the butterflies swarming the second their lips touched. Her heart skipped a beat before hammering twofold when Jensen’s tongue traced across her bottom lip.

She opened her mouth, whimpering as their tongues grazed. It was warm and passionate, familiar and comforting all at the same time. It was perfect. He was perfect. And Y/N finally felt like she was home.

“Can we, uhm,” Y/N murmured against his lips having had to pull away for some much needed oxygen. “Can we get out of here?”

Jensen smirked at Y/N’s red and swollen lips, proud that he’d been the one to make them that way.

“Together?” he asked, hoping it was but not wanting to assume.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice raspy with arousal.

“Your place or mine?”

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“Of course I am!” he laughed. Y/N always told him how much she loved his cooking, but nothing proved it to him like her practically begging him to make dinner. “Do you have any special requests for the menu?”

“Nope. Surprise me, Chef Ackles!” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, ma’am! I’ll see you after work?” Jensen checked with her, ensuring she wasn’t planning to go home first.

“Yeah, I’ll come straight over when I finish up here. Let me know if you need anything from the grocery store and I’ll pick it up on my way over.”

“Okay, darlin’. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Jay. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Y/N knocked on Jensen’s door just as he took the dish filled to the brim with roasted vegetables out of the oven. He let her into his apartment, greeting her with a hug and a soft kiss.

“How was your day, darlin’?” he asked, helping Y/N shrug her jacket off and hang it on the coat hook beside the door.

“Busy, but good. How was your day off?” she responded, smiling as Jensen’s hand rested on her lower back to guide her to his kitchen.

“Good. I went to see Jared,” he told her as he took a wine glass from the cupboard and filled it with the red he’d opened and left breathing on the counter.

“Oh, how is he? I didn’t get to see him the other day when I stopped by to see Gen,” Y/N said, humming when she took a sip of wine.

“He’s great. Married life seems to suit him!” he chuckled. 

Jensen plated up their meal, and they talked about their day while they ate. As always, Y/N had been exceptionally complimentary about the meal and his cooking, which eased his nerves a little. Still, as the night wore on, he knew he was becoming more withdrawn at thinking about what he needed to tell her.

In true Y/N fashion, she knew he was distracted by something that was playing on his mind, but she was kind enough to wait until he was ready to speak before pressing him about it. That was one of the things he loved about her–she just always knew, yet she never pushed. She just made sure he knew she was there for him and would listen when he was ready to talk.

“Do you want some more wine?” she asked him, picking up the bottle and holding it out.

“Uh, no, thank you. I’m good, but you go ahead.” He wanted nothing more than another glass of wine, fuck; he wanted the entire bottle of Scotch that was in the cabinet behind him. But he needed to be sober to have this conversation with her.

“So, I need to talk to you about something,” he blurted, regretting his approach instantly as Y/N looked at him panicked.

“Okay,” she blinked. “Is everything okay, Jensen?”

“Yes. No. I– I honestly don’t know,” Jensen chuckled, not knowing how he was feeling or where to start.

“It’s alright, Jay. Whatever it is that’s going on, you can tell me. You can talk to me.”

“Here’s the thing. I’ve been given an opportunity that I’d given up all hope of ever getting. It’s been years, so I’d kinda forgotten about it, but now, I…” he trailed off with a huff and a shake of his head.

“What is it, Jensen,” she asked softly, placing her hand on his to comfort and encourage him.

“When I first became a chef, I applied to Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, but the waitlist was years long, and the only way to fast-track it was to have a recommendation from a previous student, so I just kinda forgot about it.” It was true; Jensen had completely forgotten that it was even his ambition to go to culinary school. It wasn’t until he received an invitation that he remembered that passion.

“But, with all the new dishes I’ve been creating at work, and how well they’ve gone down, Chef Martin reached out to an old buddy of his and recommended me for a place at his school.” He paused briefly to gauge Y/N’s reaction to the news, but she wasn’t giving anything away. She was just listening intently.

“It’s for three years, but after two, I’d have the opportunity to apply for an internship at a Michelin-star restaurant to further my training if I wanted to,” he finished, taking her hand and lifting it to kiss her knuckles.

“Wow, Jensen!” she beamed widely. “That’s amazing!”

“Yeah?” he asked, concerned she was only being kind.

“Are you kidding? Jay, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime! And it’s completely deserved. All the hard work you’ve put in has paid off! You must be excited!”

“Yes and no,” he answered honestly. 

“You are going, right?” she checked at his hesitant tone.

“Well, that depends on you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, causing Jensen to laugh at the dumbfounded look on her face.

“It depends on you,” he shrugged. “I want to go, but I want you to come with me. I know it’s impractical and will never happen for so many reasons, but the only guarantee that I’ll accept this offer is if you’re with me.”

“Then we need to talk about us because I can’t go, Jensen. I want to. So much. But my parents are ill, and I don’t know a lot of French, which means I can’t work because I’m pretty sure it’d be compulsory for a pediatrician to speak the language, and I might not even be qualified in France, and you need to go. You just need to because this is your dream, and you can’t pass it up because of me, and–”

“Hey, now! Calm down, darlin’. You’re rambling!” Jensen chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself down. “You need to go, Jensen. You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t. And I’ll never forgive myself if I’m the reason for you not going.”

“Are you sure, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “You need to do this, and as much as I want to, I can’t go with you. Not in the near future, anyway. So, it’s probably best to end this before we get in much deeper, or maybe take a break?”

“No,” Jensen shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Jensen! We’re not talking about a few states over, and an hour’s time difference here; we’re talking about a twelve-hour flight and an eight-hour time difference!” Y/N said, taking Jensen’s hand and holding it with so much love and tenderness. As if it’d be the last time she ever got to hold it.

“And it’s not even just the time difference. We’re going to be living completely different lives for three years. We can’t expect each other to wait that long. We’ll be lonely; there will be so many opportunities to meet other people, for us to fall out of love, and to do something to hurt each other.”

“Darlin’, I know. And I know it’ll be hard, but we can do it. Unless you don’t want to,” Jensen asked, suddenly nervous that this wouldn’t go the way he’d planned it would.

“Of course I do. I love you. More than you could possibly imagine, the last thing I want is to end things between us, but I just can’t see how to make it work at that distance,” Y/N tried to reason.

“Because I’ll make it work, darlin’. I promise. I’ll text you every day and call you a few times a week. We can have Skype dates. I’ll be on the first flight back to Austin every chance I get. And listen, if you’re still not sure how serious I am.” Jensen stood from his stool and left the kitchen, appearing back at her side a minute later.

“I bought this for you six weeks ago.” He placed a black velvet ring box before her and opened it, showing her the most beautiful diamond ring she’d ever seen.

“I bought this six weeks ago,” he repeated. “The only reason I haven’t asked you to marry me yet is because I thought it was too soon.”

“Jensen, I—”

“I’ll make it work, Y/N,” he stared deep into her eyes, love and truth shining so clearly that no one could misinterpret it. “I promise.”

“Okay,” Y/N said, trusting his promise and willing to keep their relationship going while separated by an ocean. “Then I trust you.”

Four Months Later

Y/N got Jensen’s voicemail for the third time that week—eleventh that month—and huffed as she hit the end call button. Long distance had started well, and Jensen had kept to his promise, but lately, staying in touch was getting harder and harder, and he’d rainchecked on their last two Skype dates.

She always called before she went to bed, which was 7 AM Paris time, but he barely answered these days. And when he did, he quickly ushered her off the phone saying he’d call when he finished his classes, but that was always at the start of her work day.

They usually managed a semi-normal phone call at some point over the weekend, but this weekend, Jensen would’ve found a total of seven missed calls from her by Sunday night, and when he called her back, it was 3 AM in Austin, and she was sound asleep and had been for hours. It was now Thursday, and they still hadn’t spoken. And Jensen hadn’t tried to call her back.

She pinched the bridge of her nose to stop the tears threatening to fall. How the hell was she supposed to do this for another two and a half years? Switching her phone to silent, she got into bed and turned out the light.

The alarm blaring woke Y/N with a start. She’d expected another sleepless night but, surprisingly, had fallen over quickly and stayed asleep all night.

Grabbing her phone from the bedside table, she shut the offending noise off and stretched her stiff muscles. Everything in her wanted to check if Jensen had called her back or sent a text through the night, but the thought of having no notifications terrified her more.

Y/N rolled out of bed, ignoring her phone for the time being, headed to the kitchen, put on the coffee machine, and raided the fridge for something that would resemble an acceptable breakfast for a fully functional adult.

After two mugs of coffee, microwaved leftover Chinese food, and a scalding hot shower, Y/N finally checked her phone.

No new notifications

Well, fuck.

Work had been a shit show. She’d had no concentration, no motivation, and no patience, which didn’t bode well for someone who worked with kids all day. It felt like her whole world had turned upside down, and honestly? The productivity (or lack thereof) she’d had that day meant she would’ve been better calling in sick. And still, there was no contact from Jensen. No phone call or text. Nothing. It was just the radio silence that was becoming the norm.

Y/N skipped dinner, not having the appetite or want to eat, choosing to call her best friend instead and hoping it would cheer her up at least a little.

“Hey, Y/N/N. How are you?” Gen said on the third ring.

“I’ve been better,” Y/N chuckled sadly.

“He still hasn’t called?” Gen sounded furious, and she smiled despite her shitty mood.

“Nope. Another cancelled Skype date, no calls or texts received or answered,” she sighed.

“I’m going to kill him!” Gen fumed. “He called Jared earlier!”

“What?” Y/N said, her heart dropping to her stomach and ice-cold dread filling her veins.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry. I don’t know what he’s playing at. Hang on, I’ll ask Jar what they talked about.” The line became muffled briefly as Gen spoke to her husband.

“Jar says it was just a normal conversation, nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Oh. Okay. It must just be me he doesn’t want to talk to.” Her voice cracked, and she knew the tears weren’t far behind.

“Y/N—”

“I’ve gotta go.” Y/N didn’t wait for a response before ending the call.

Changing into a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt, Y/N opened a bottle of wine and curled up on the couch with a blanket. It was only Wednesday, and she was over this week.

For the second time this week, Y/N woke up with a start—this time from her couch with the TV still on and showing a late-night shopping program. The shrill ringing of her cell phone and the angry rumble of its vibration setting quickly alerted her to what had awoken her. She sat up, blinking at the bright light from the television as she grabbed her cell.

Dazed and extremely tired, she didn’t look at who was calling before answering in a groggy voice, “Hello?”

“Hey, darlin’,” Jensen greeted, and Y/N was instantly wide awake.

“Jensen?” she asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice.

“Well, don’t sound too surprised!” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, Jay. It’s been a few weeks since we last spoke. Guess I wasn’t expecting you to call,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he sighed. “It’s just been crazy here lately. Today is the first day off I’ve had in weeks!” he chuckled, and Y/N frowned. 

“Isn’t it super early for you?” she asked, their time difference finally sinking into her half-asleep brain.

“It’s just gone eight. But, I guess I didn’t realise the time for you,” Jensen sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ll call you later if you want to get to bed.”

“Didn’t you call Jared, like, four hours ago?” Y/N continued, unaware that her confusion was coming across to Jensen as an accusation.

“I did,” he replied calmly. “I’d been out with some of the guys and needed his advice before I talked to you.”

“Oh. Okay.” The silence that fell over the line was deafening. They’d never had awkward silences between them before, and this was painful.

“Something happened when I was out last night. Something that I’m not proud of. Before I tell you this, I need you to know that I didn’t cheat on you,” Jensen said, remaining calm.

“I wish I could say that’s a relief, but somehow, I feel like that would've been better than whatever did happen.” Y/N tried to sound confident, but she heard the shake in her voice.

“There was a group of us out last night, and I’d had quite a lot to drink,” Jensen sputtered, and Y/N didn’t know if it was so she didn’t interrupt him or he didn’t chicken out of whatever he needed to say.

“I was talking to a woman. Another American, and I was a little homesick, and I almost invited her back to my place. And then I remembered you.”

“You remembered me?” Y/N repeated, completely stunned. “When did you forget about me?”

“I’m sorry,” Jensen exhaled in a sob.

“You were the one who wanted to stay together, Jens. I told you it’d be too difficult, but you begged me…” she scoffed, remembering their conversation like it was only yesterday. “You promised me you’d make it work but forgot about me instead?”

“I know, and I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted this to work—”

“Wanted. Okay. Then I guess the only reason you’re calling me now, after almost three weeks of radio silence, is to tell me you’re breaking up with me?”

“I think it’s for the best. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” Jensen was crying. She could hear it in his voice, and she willed her tears not to betray her.

“I’m already hurt, Jensen. In fact, I was right. This does hurt more than if you’d cheated on me,” Y/N sighed. “I knew this was a bad idea. I knew I’d be the one to get hurt.”

“I’m hurting too, sweetheart, trust me.”

What she wanted to say was: ‘You don’t honestly expect me to believe that when you forgot you had a girlfriend until you almost took someone else home, do you? When how many of my calls have gone unanswered and unreturned? How many of my texts have gone unread?’

“I know.” Is what she said instead. Because she knew him better than anyone, and she believed him. Anything else she could’ve said would’ve been said in the heat of the moment, and she knew she’d regret it later.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jensen sobbed. “But I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have. And if last night’s anything to go by, I might do something that I can never take back, and you can never forgive me for.”

“I love you, too. I have since the second I saw you. But I agree that it’s best if we end things,” Y/N sniffed, the tears finally disobeying her and running down her cheeks in rivers. “Goodbye, Jensen.”

She didn’t wait for a response, ending the call and letting the tears run wild and free until she had nothing left.

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“Oh, stop it!” she grinned back before hiding her rapidly warming face in his broad chest.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” he laughed, pushing her away from his body to spin her under his arm, pulling her back into him, and kissing her.

“Hmm,” she hummed contentedly. “When do you think is an appropriate time for the best man and maid of honour to call it a night?”

“Soon, darlin’, I promise. They know we need to head out early tomorrow if we’re gonna make it back to Texas in decent time for me getting back to work.” Jensen said, leaning down to capture Y/N’s lips again. He could never get enough of her.

“Next week is gonna be a big week for you. How are you feeling?” Y/N asked, her big, beautiful doe eyes staring into his soul.

“Nervous,” he chuckled. “I’ve never had one of my dishes be added to a restaurant’s main menu before.”

“You shouldn’t be, baby. It’s perfect,” Y/N assured him.

“No, you’re perfect,” he smiled.

“What is with you and the flirting today?” Y/N grinned.

“I’m just being honest,” Jensen smirked.

“Seriously, Jay. When can we leave?” she whined, and he threw his head back and laughed.

“Why? Do you need something, darlin’?” he teased.

“Yeah. I need you. Like, now.”

“Can’t argue with that! Let’s go, baby girl.”

Y/N’s bridesmaid dress lay discarded haphazardly on the hotel room floor, her strapless bra was hanging over the lampshade, and her lace panties had been torn to shreds by Jensen’s carnal need for her. 

His tuxedo didn’t fare much better; the pants lay in a heap by the door, his shoes on top of them. His white dress shirt clung onto his broad shoulders despite Y/N having ripped the buttons clean from the material, her small, delicate hands desperate to touch him.

There’d never been any complaints from either of them about their physical relationship, each happily declaring to anyone who’d listen that they were having the best sex of their lives. But there was something about a slightly domineering and drunk Jensen that turned Y/N into a wanton whore. 

“Jensen, please!” Y/N begged as he teased her, his hands and lips trailing every inch of her, except where she really needed them to be trailing.

“Uh uh, darlin’. I’m gonna take my time with you tonight. I haven’t been around as much as I’d like to have been lately. Gotta make it up to my girl,” Jensen growled against her stomach, his hot breath tickling her navel, making her shiver.

“No! Please, Jensen! I need you now. Please stop teasing!” she whined, threading her fingers through his hair only for Jensen to bat them away, grabbing her wrists and holding them to the bed.

“I already told you, no touching! Am I gonna have to tie your hands to the bed, baby girl?” he rasped, pulling his tie out from under his shirt collar.

“Jesus fuck!” she gasped. “No, I’ll be good, I promise. Just… please, Jensen!”

“Please, what?” he smirked up at her.

“Touch me, please!” she whined.

“I am touching you,” he stated, running his hands over her thighs.

“Not where I need you to. Fuck, Jensen, please!” she begged, getting more and more desperate for him to do something.

“The more you beg, the more I am going to enjoy this,”  Jensen chuckled at her frustrated whine. He’d barely even started, and already the desperation dripping from her hoarse voice and, he hoped, her pussy, was better than anything he’d ever heard from her before.

“Jay, I– I want…” she whimpered.

“You want what, baby girl? Tell me!” he demanded, nipping the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh with his teeth and smirking at her moan.

“I want you in me!” she cried. “Please, Jensen! I want… I need your cock inside me!”

“See? It wasn’t that hard to ask now, was it?” he chuckled, slowly trailing his lips up her torso and breasts. He pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss before she could say anything more, lining his painfully hard cock up with her soaking entrance and pushing forward in one long stroke.

A groan of ecstasy was ripped from his lungs when he couldn’t push inside her any further. A glance at Y/N, her eyes rolled back, and a low moan rumbling from her gut almost made him cum.

“Holy fuck, Y/N! How are you still so tight?” he gasped as he pulled his hips back, feeling her tightness try and suck him back in. It was heaven, and he never wanted to sink into another woman ever again.

The ring he’d bought last month was still on his mind. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, of that he was completely sure. But seven months was too early to propose–even if he knew that was what he wanted. They weren’t even living together yet, though they were looking at apartments.

“Jens!” Y/N gasped, trying to pull her hands free of his so she could touch him, but he ignored her, pulling them above her head and holding them tighter as he pushed his hips harder, deeper into hers.

Jensen’s gaze locked onto hers and held it. A warmth spread through every vein in his body as he watched with love and fascination as all of her feelings for him were reflected in her eyes. Y/N gasped and closed her eyes, the telltale sign that she was about to cum. 

“No, baby, don’t you dare close those pretty eyes. Look at me, please.” It was his turn to beg now, needing to see what he did to her—needing to know that she felt the same way he did.

“Jensen!” she moaned weakly, tearing her eyes open and settling them on his. “I’m gonna–” 

“I know, baby girl. Come on. I’m right here, darlin’. Give it to me,” he murmured lowly, groaning at the feeling of her walls fluttering, their squeeze getting tighter and tighter.

Finally, Y/N’s body tensed, and her pussy contracted violently, triggering Jensen’s orgasm as she moaned her own high out through pants and gasps. Their gazes never faltered, and they stared deep into each other’s souls as they rode out their pleasure.

When his breathing was normal, Jensen rolled onto his back and pulled Y/N into his side, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing her head and sighing contentedly.

“I love you, too, Jensen. Always,” she yawned and settled into his embrace, quickly falling asleep, satiated and happy in his arms.

Three Weeks Later

“Hey, man,” Jared said as he opened the door. “I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything alright?”

“Uh, no, not really,” Jensen replied. 

Jared frowned but opened the door wider, inviting his best friend in. Jensen was always a pillar of calm and the voice of reason. To see him so flustered was a shock, and Jared knew whatever was going on with him was serious.

“Is Gen here?” Jensen asked as he walked into the kitchen and sat at the island.

“No. She’s out running errands. Do you want me to call her? Is this about Y/N?” Jared responded, pulling two bottles of beer out of the fridge, twisting the tops off, handing one to Jensen, and taking a hearty glug of the other.

“It’s probably best that I talk to you about this first. I might want Gen’s opinion, too, though.” Jensen swallowed half of the contents of his beer bottle and swiped a hand over his mouth.

“She won’t be long, so come on, buddy. Tell me what’s going on,” Jared encouraged.

“I got this,” Jensen said, holding out an envelope for Jared to take.

“What is it?” he asked, taking the paper from him.

“Read it,” Jensen sighed, picking up his bottle and taking another long drag of beer.

He watched Jared’s eyes scan over the paper, lines furrowing his brow as he took in the words written on the letter. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” Jensen repeated. “It’s the opportunity of a lifetime. One I never thought I’d get. But my life is different now. My priorities have changed.”

“They have, but Jensen, this is an invitation to attend one of the most prestigious culinary schools in the world! You’ve been on the waitlist for a place like this for what, eight years now?” Jared said. “You can’t seriously be thinking of passing this up, are you?”

“Yeah, Jared. I am. Because I’ve bought a ring for Y/N, and I can’t ask her to give everything up to move to Paris with me for three years when her career is starting to take off, can I?” Jensen worried.

“You’ve bought a ring?” Jared grinned.

“I’ve had it since before your wedding,” Jensen shrugged like it was no big deal.

“And you haven’t asked her yet? Why?”

“Because I thought it was too soon! You know what, focus, Jared, I have bigger problems right now!” Jensen shook his head, exasperated.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Jared replied sheepishly. “To answer your question: Yes. You can ask her to go to Paris with you. She might say no, and that’s completely within her right, but you need to give her the choice.”

“I know, but—”

“And,” Jared continued, ignoring whatever he was going to protest with. “You need to talk to her about this. If you make a decision one way or the other without speaking to her, she will be so mad at you. Deservedly so.”

“I know, and I will. I just need to sound this out with you first. And maybe Gen. I don’t know what to do here,” Jensen huffed, draining his bottle.

“Why don’t you start by telling me what you want, Jay?” Jared suggested. “Take Y/N out of it for just a second, and tell me what you want.”

“I want to go to Paris.” Jensen was surprised the answer to Jared’s question came so easily, and instantly he felt awful. “That makes me a shitty boyfriend, doesn’t it?”

“No, it doesn’t. It makes you human. Put Y/N back in the picture and tell me what you want. What’s the ideal situation?” Jared asked.

“Y/N comes to Paris with me,” Jensen shrugged as if the answer was obvious. “But she has responsibilities here and her career. It wouldn’t be fair of me to ask her to just up sticks and move to another continent.”

“You’re right, it wouldn’t. So, what then?” Jared questioned. “What would you do to go to Paris and keep your relationship going with Y/N?”

“Everything,” Jensen replied simply.

“Then you have your answer, right?” Jared smirked.

“I need to talk to Y/N,” Jensen sighed.

“Yeah, dude. You do.”

<<<Part One Part Three>>>

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“No, an engagement party. Jared finally proposed to Gen, and since I’m his best man, I thought I’d better start racking up some favours from the guys to get time off for the bachelor party and wedding,” Jensen explained.

“I hope Jared appreciates you swapping a lunch shift for Christmas Day,” Steve chuckled.

“He does. He told me I didn’t need to go tonight, but I want to take my role as best man seriously. Besides, Rob’s got a wife and kids, and I’ve got nothing, so…” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

Although Jared did say it was okay to miss the party, his best friend had purposely mentioned that Y/N would be there several times. It wasn’t even subtle in the end when Jensen woke up to a text from Jared this morning saying: “Y/N’s coming tonight.”

Y/N was Gen’s best friend and would be her maid of honour, and since the first time Jensen had met his best friend’s girlfriend, she’d gone on and on about how perfect she thought he and Y/N would be together.

He never took it too seriously at first, but when Jared met Y/N and agreed, he’d listened more intently whenever they mentioned her. If his best friend thought they’d be good together, he knew there had to be something to it.

The only reason they hadn’t met yet was because Y/N was a medical student and was doing her residency in Boston, and whenever she’d managed to make it down to Austin, it had only been for a couple of days and he’d had to work.

His best friend getting married, and the thought of spending another Christmas alone made Jensen think that maybe it was time he became just a little bit selfish and started looking out for himself more. Started to think about what his life would be like outside of his career.

And so he’d swapped a shift to go tonight and finally meet the perfect woman for him. So what he’d have to work this Christmas? He was a chef, it wasn’t the first time he’d missed a holiday, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But maybe next year, knowing he’d have someone to go home to, wouldn’t make working Christmas so hard.

Knocking on Jared’s door—a door he’d stood in front of hundreds of times—shouldn’t have been as terrifying as Jensen felt it was. He knew it was stupid, and there was no need to be so nervous; Y/N was just a woman. And if they didn’t hit it off, it wasn’t a big deal. They could walk away from tonight being friends, or at the very worst, being civil to each other at their mutual friends’ future life events.

“Well, well, well!” Jared said when he opened the door. “Look what the cat dragged in! I gotta admit, you’re the last person I expected to see here tonight.”

“I can leave if that’s what you’d prefer. Go home and drink this bottle of champagne alone,” Jensen deadpanned, relishing slightly in watching his best friend squirm.

“No! Stay, please. I just didn’t think you’d get the time off work to come. I’m happy to see you, man. How have you been?” Jared pulled Jensen in for a hug and ushered him inside quickly.

“Scared I’m gonna make a run for it?” Jensen chuckled when Jared slammed the door behind him and shoved him further into the house.

“Maybe,” Jared shrugged. “Gen, sweetheart, look who’s here!”

“Jensen!” Gen shrieked, a broad, delighted smile breaking across her delicate face. “It’s so good to see you! I didn’t think you’d make it this close to Christmas.”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this,” Jensen said as he passed Gen the bottle of champagne and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“You mean you wouldn’t miss finally meeting Y/N?” she smirked, her face filled with mischief.

“You know we might not even like each other, right?”  Jensen was shocked at how much his heart sank at that idea. His friends had been going on at him for so long about Y/N, and that sinking feeling made him realise just how much he hoped they were right.

“I don’t think so.” Gen placed her hand on his arm and squeezed it gently. All mischievousness was gone, replaced by a softer, kinder tone. “I know you both pretty well, and I honestly think you guys will hit it off.”

“Come on,” Jared slapped his back. “Let’s get a whisky or two down you. We can catch up a little, and then I’ll introduce you.”

After two generous whiskies, Jensen felt much more relaxed than when he’d first walked into Jared and Gen’s house. He was still nervous, and seeing Gen come back into the room and hug her future husband made him panic. He knew it meant she was becoming impatient with his and Jared’s talking and wanted to make the introduction she’d been waiting for.

While they were too busy with each other, Jensen grabbed a beer from the ice bucket on the kitchen island and quickly made his way out onto the patio. He’d been to this house many times and found the perfect hideaway spot to escape to when the raucous parties his friends threw became too much for him and he needed some quiet.

As Jensen walked around the giant oak tree in the backyard, he noticed a woman sitting in the gazebo. He silently cursed himself as he stepped on a twig, the crack of it breaking and sounding much louder than it should in the tranquil sunset. Her head snapped in his direction, and he cursed himself again for startling her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wanted some quiet from the party and thought I’d come down here to the gazebo, but you’re here, so I’m just gonna go,” Jensen turned to leave, stilling when she spoke.

“I don’t mind sharing. I mean, if you want to. There’s enough room for the both of us,” she smiled.

“Are you sure?” he checked but found he was already moving towards her.

“Yeah. I’ve been out here long enough, anyway. I really should get back in there. I can’t hide forever,” she chuckled.

“May I ask why you’re hiding?” Jensen smirked and sat across from her in the gazebo.

“It’s silly, really,” she shrugged.

“It’s probably not as silly as why I’m hiding,” he laughed.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” she giggled, and he grinned.

“Alright,” he agreed, unsure why he was opening up so easily to a complete stranger. “I’ve known Jared for a long time. I’ve been to this house a thousand times, but this time it’s different. There’s someone here who I've never met in all the years I’ve been coming to barbecues, parties, and Super Bowl Sundays. And apparently, she’s perfect for me. I’m trying to put off meeting her for a little longer because I... I’m scared that she’s perfect for me, but I’m not perfect for her.” Jensen looked down at his hands before glancing at the woman beside him, hiding her smile by sipping from the glass she’d been nursing since he came here.

“Well,” she said, a slight smirk gracing her lips. “There’s really only one way to find out, Jensen.”

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” Jensen frowned. He didn’t remember telling her his name, and he was sure he’d remember meeting a woman as beautiful as her.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you finally,” she giggled, “and I’m hiding in the gazebo for the same reason.”

Jensen felt his cheeks flush as he chuckled. Of course, he’d be open and honest about hiding from a person directly to the person he’s hiding from. “That’s just like me,” he began “to make a horrible first impression.”

“I wouldn’t say that. You’ve been kind and considerate. Not many people would’ve come all the way down here, saw someone sitting, and left them to it. They’d have barrelled on down anyway,” she smiled.

“So, uh, you were avoiding meeting me, too?” he asked, curious to see if that meant she was against the set-up their friends had been planning for years.

“Not avoiding, just nervous. Like you, I was worried that I wouldn’t be as perfect as Gen and Jared had made me out to be, so when I heard her greet you when you came in, I panicked and ran!” she chuckled, and Jensen laughed.

“Okay, how about this? I’ll get us some drinks, and then we can start again. Without the pressure of our friends watching our every move. How does that sound?” Jensen asked.

“Oh, I’m good on the drinks front,” Y/N laughed, leaning behind her and picking up an almost full bottle of wine. She filled her glass to the brim and held the bottle out to him. “I only have one glass, though, so…”

Jensen threw his head back and laughed heartily. Maybe Jared and Gen were right. Maybe she was perfect for him.

Jensen hadn’t expected it; he doubted Y/N had either, but they just clicked. It was instant and intense, and he felt like he’d known her his whole life. 

Jared and Gen hadn’t been the least bit surprised when they came tumbling back into their kitchen, Y/N drowning in Jensen’s jacket, and both smiling and giggling like teenagers in love. They’d been even less surprised when the newly acquainted couple left the party together.

Six Months Later

“Good?” Jensen asked, watching Y/N’s face intently for any clue about her thoughts on the dish he’d made her for their at-home date night. The restaurant was looking for several new dishes they could put on the menu as seasonal specials for the summer months, and he’d been trying to perfect this dish for the past few weeks.

“Good? Babe, this is incredible!” she replied, going in for another mouthful and humming her approval. “It needed some freshness, but using apples to bring out a little sweetness? It’s perfect!”

“Yeah?” he asked. His concern that Y/N was only telling him what he wanted to hear turned to amusement as she mumbled an affirmative response around another mouthful of his dish.

“So good. I don’t want to stop eating,” Y/N confirmed after swallowing the previous mouthful and filling her fork with another. “You’re an amazing chef, Jensen. I wish you’d stop doubting that.”

He didn’t doubt he was a good chef; he knew he was. But there was something about Y/N that made him crave her approval in everything he did. No woman had ever made him feel the way she did. Every day, he woke up feeling thankful and blessed that he was with her and that she chose to be with him.

Very quickly into their relationship, he knew she was special. He knew that she was the one. And everything after that realisation became about her. All that mattered was her opinion of him and what he did. He wanted to keep impressing her and make her proud that he was her man.

He couldn’t deny a part of it was because of his career. Being a chef came with unsociable hours. Late nights, weekends, holidays, and split shifts with random mid-afternoon hours off weren’t easy for those who shared their lives with a chef. It wasn’t easy for him sometimes. Still, he loved his job and wouldn’t change it for the world.

One thing was sure, though: Jensen was in love and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Are you okay, Jay?” Y/N’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he smiled at her furrowed brow.

“Yeah, sorry. I was miles away.” Jensen walked around the kitchen island and spun the high stool so she faced him. He pushed her thighs apart, stepped between them, and wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest. “What’s this for?” she asked, and he could hear the grin in her voice.

“I was miles away thinking about how much I love you,” Jensen kissed her head. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I love you, too, Jensen.”

His heart sang. Those three little words meant the world to him. As he took comfort in the scent of Y/N’s hair and perfume and relaxed in her embrace, his mind drifted to that little black velvet box hidden in his sock drawer, knowing with every fibre of his being that six months wasn’t too early to pop the biggest question of his life.

Y/N looked up at him, her love for him written so clearly on her face. Jensen leaned in and kissed her, their lips gently grazing at first, but when she opened her mouth, he wasted no time slipping his tongue in, deepening the kiss.

Her hands slid into his hair, and he groaned as her delicate fingers tugged its strands. Jensen pulled her shirt over her head, taking a few seconds to admire her cleavage. His hands trailed lazily up her sides, and he smiled at her audible shiver.

Jensen placed soft kisses over her neck, feeling himself hardening as her chest heaved with arousal and emphasised the swell of her breasts that were dangerously close to spilling out of her bra.

“Jensen!” Y/N gasped when his teeth grazed the sweet spot on her shoulder, and he trailed his lips down, making sure they explored every patch of visible skin on her chest. 

Y/N desperately pulled at his shirt, and Jensen stopped his trailing lips long enough to take it off and discard it on the kitchen floor. Immediately, he returned to covering every inch of her with his kisses. He palmed at her covered breasts with one hand while the other slipped into her pants.

Jensen moaned as his fingers found her wet lace underwear, and he teased her clit over the silky fabric. She gasped at the sensation, her head falling back, and he took it as an invitation to trail kisses over her neck again.

He held her weight against him as she shoved her pants and underwear down. As soon as she’d removed her clothing, Jensen’s finger pushed into her dripping core, desperate to be closer to her, to be inside of her. Y/N’s moan made him shiver, and her legs opened wider, letting him push in a second finger.

“Jensen!” Y/N whined as she pulled at his belt. “I need you.”

“You have me, baby girl. Always.” Jensen let her undo his belt and jeans to get what she wanted. An unchecked whimper left him as her small, soft hand closed around his throbbing length.

“Fuck, darlin'. I can’t wait,” Jensen gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down and stepped between her legs. He pushed his hips forward, instantly finding her heat and hitting home in one deep stroke.

Their position wasn’t ideal, and Jensen knew he wasn’t hitting either of their spots trying to fuck her on a kitchen stool, so he encouraged her legs around his waist, wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into his arms. 

In two strides, Jensen had Y/N pinned against the refrigerator. Finally able to get the right purchase, he slammed into her fast and deep, growling with every moan he was rewarded with.

“Shit, Jay. I’m gonna cum!” Y/N screamed, and Jensen knew he wouldn’t be far behind her, and he was nowhere near finished with her yet.

Jensen pulled his hips back and untangled her legs from his waist, ignoring her protests, and dropped to his knees. He put one of her legs over his shoulder and placed his mouth over her dripping centre.

“Mmm,” he hummed, the vibration making Y/N whimper. “You taste so good, baby girl. Could eat you out all day.”

Jensen licked and sucked like a man possessed, not stopping until he’d ripped two screaming, leg-trembling, earth-shattering orgasms from Y/N. After carrying her limp and satiated body to his bed, Jensen spent the rest of the night coaxing as many orgasms from her as she could take.

Part Two>>>

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