“Meaghan?” he asked softly.

“Okay,” she replied and she could feel his whole body relax even without looking at him.

“Great. Wonderful. Marvellous.” He enthused and she had to smile at the happiness she saw on his face.

“So I have the entire collection of Harry Potter at my place. Would you care to join me in lively debate on whether Sirius Black caused his own death or not?” he asked.

She stared at him, “Are you trying to lure me to your home via false pretenses?” she asked.

“There is nothing false about my pretenses I do assure you,” he protested.

“You just want to see if I can make you tingle again don’t you,” she challenged.

He dipped his head to hide the smile blooming on his face and then looked up at her, “Okay you caught me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the last time you touched me. I need you to touch me again.”

“When you put it like that…” she murmured into her coffee.

*****

Dean lived in a surprisingly tiny apartment over a bookshop that he said he owned. He’d moved into the apartment three weeks previously after the fall out with his mother over his aborted wedding plans. He was still working at the firm and he went home to see his father whenever he could but he and his mother needed space from each other. Besides he was sure it was high time he left home and he’d always liked the bookshop. It was peaceful and cosy and he knew Meaghan would feel at home there. The fact that that had been one of his considerations while choosing his abode scared him silly sometimes; other times he tried not to think about it too much.

“I am impressed,” she said when he showed her around.

“You are?” he asked surprised.

“Yes. Your home is very neat and clean which could be attributed to having a maid or something maybe, but it’s also really home-y. I didn’t expect that.”

“You thought I’d live in post-modern pretentiousness didn’t you?” he asked amused.

“That is a very apt description actually,” she conceded.

“Tell me, if you think I’m such a di*k, then why do you like me?” he asked.

“Who said I like you?” she protested.

He leaned in and placed his lips on hers. Very gently; not making any demands.

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“Not anymore,” she breathed.

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