Yearning

"But I feel incredibly selfish," I said looking at the wall full of board games. Dean tilted my chin up to look at him, still on his knees before me. "I do not have anything to offer you but problems, and you give me so much," I spoke in barely a whisper. My face fell.

"I am grateful, but I feel like I am taking advantage."

His index finger slowly brought my chin up again, and I looked into his beautiful pale blue eyes. They were as warm as this sunny day had been. "You have never asked for a single thing," he contradicted.

"Melissa, you work hard for everything in life, you deserve a break once in a while."

Dean stood up and helped me off the chair, pressing me against his body. He lowered his head to mine.

"Those," he began to say, "are just material things."

"All the money and gold don't mean a damn thing," Dean said studying me. "The simplistic things in life is what makes a man," spoke Dean as he kissed my nose. It tingled.

"My princess, it is about the thought behind it that counts. The motives, the feelings…" he trailed off.

"Love," he breathed and then Dean kissed the corner of my mouth, teasing me.

Both of his hands glided down the back of my torso. The sensation had me moving even closer to him, wanting to press my thighs against him again. I was still so full of unfinished desire.

"Passion," Dean said in a husky voice against my mouth.

"Mhhh…" He murmured against my neck. "Those are things, you have plenty to share," Dean grunted against my earlobe. His lips felt wet against my skin.

"But," he began to say and pulled back. "As I said and you just acknowledged as well," He said half-smiling at me. His eyes lit up in amusement. "We need to get to know each other, because I need you to know who you are falling for."

I sighed and bit my lip. "Oh darling, why are you so determined to make me lose control," he said with humor in his eyes.

"If it were up to you, I would pin you up to that wall and make you cum so hard, screaming my name."

A giggle escaped my lips. I looked at him, but he seemed serious. I swallowed.

"Why don't you," I dared him. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against mine. "Because when I claim you as mine, I want you to know exactly who you belong to," Dean said, his breath uneven.

He cleared his throat, and the mist of lust in the room vanished. "Let's play that game," he suggested and we took a seat.

"I took out a fairly easy game, because I don' think the both of us are in our right minds right now," he said huskily. I bit my lip and I saw that Dean swallowed.

"We are going to play draughts," Dean announced. "We are going to play what?" I frowned.

"I'll show you," he simply said.

He explained the rules of the game. It was easy enough, we were playing checkers. "Why do you call is draughts?" I frowned.

"Ah," he smirked. "You probably know it as checkers," he winked. "Draughts is a more ancient word for checkers," he explained. "My uhm… my family still calls it that," he told me. He seemed to be in thought, carefully picking his words.

I had a feeling he was holding back on me. "Draughts…" I tried the word on my tongue. It sounded strange. "Draughts," he began to say. "Or checker," he half-smiled at me, "probably began as a game called Alquerque, or Quirkat. Alquerque boards and pieces have been found in archeological digs dating as far back as 600 BCE, and images of Alquerque have been found carved into temple walls dating as far back as 1400 BCE. It was played throughout the Middle East and the Mediterranean basin. It was played and enjoyed by the Ancient Egyptians, " Dean went on with a goofy face.

"I mean…checkers is mentioned by both Plato and Homer, and even made its way into India."

In class he was always the one paying attention, and in the group chat, he was always first to answer when it came to class material. Still, he did not really come across as the nerdy type, at all. But thatwas exact;y how he sounded right now.

"All that history, and there I thought it was just a simple game," I smiled at him.

"Nothing is ever simple," he frowned a little and stroke his hand through his hair.

We started playing and I lost three times in a row. I groaned a bit. Dean chuckled. "My darling, the way to win this game, is to learn restraint," he wickedly smiled at me.

My mouth fell open, because I knew he was talking about more than checker. "Dean," I gasped and pouted my lips. His eyes were dancing.

The atmosphere grew hot again. I clenched my thighs together on the chair.

He set up the board again and then looked at me. "You act on your first impulse," Dean said straightening his face. "And go for easy satisfaction," he said and pressed his lips into a line, trying not to laugh.

I felt my cheeks burn, as I realized that he was talking about my desire for him.

We started playing again. "But, my princess… When you stay focused and take a look at the bigger picture," he said. He could draw one of my pieces, but he did not. He instead showed me what would happen, if he would have. I could of drawn two of his.

"Oh," I gasped. "You will be much more satisfied in the end," he told me and he won.

"Are you going to stay the night." I asked him as we were starting to clear the table.

"I think that it would be best if I go," he told me. I could not read his face. "Why?" I croaked.

"I will see you tomorrow," he offered, not answering me.

"Let's just watch a movie together," I offered. Dean eyed the couch and then looked at me from head to toe.

I thought of what happened before, our bodies had collided, rocking against each other. I yearned for a release.

"You have more faith in my self-control than I have," he mused, his voice clipped. He remembered as well.