Living with Dean was a dream. He had truly changed over the years we were apart. He voiced his emotions to me and spent endless nights talking to one another about our thoughts. A part of me knew he struggled with it. Dean's childhood was robbed from him, he had to grow up fast in to protect Lucy. Everything he did was for Lucy, that he never cared about himself or his feelings, but with me he couldn't be more further from that. He now completely opened up to me as he never wanted history to repeat itself.

He'd hold me tight when I cried and kissed me when I smiled. He never let me go to sleep without whispering how much he loved me. I lucked out hard with this man. This once broken and lonely man. The man I now call my mine and only mine. The man who was and still is, my protector.

"Hey, Turnip".

"Excuse me?" I whirled around on the bed with a playful glare on my face. And to think I was thinking nice thoughts about him and he goes and calls me a not so nice nickname.

His cheeks reddened as he stared from me to the bowl he was carrying in one hand.

"No, I made you Turnip soup. Thought I'd try something new".

A man who cooks. I lucked out so damn hard.

"Oh, well then I um"-

"You what?" I inaudibly gulped down my regret as Dean placed down the steaming bowl on the chest of drawers and walked closer towards me with piercing eyes undressing me with every step.

Before I could utter out another word Dean climbed on top of me and gripped both of my wrists pinning them above my head. In one motion, in a single action he had me captured and captivated in his beautiful eyes.

"You what sweetheart?"

I could feel my body responding to his gruff voice and rough demeanour. He made me weak and my body loved his every touch. I whimpered pathetically as his fingers roamed along my jawline and brushed their way down my neck before stopping at the tops of my breasts.

"P-Please". I cringed at my stuttering state, but I had no control over it. He had this effect on me every single time.

Dean lowered his fingers and began to explore my breasts through the T-shirt I was wearing. My teeth dug harshly into my bottom lip holding back a very loud moan that threatened to come out.

A scream escaped my lips as Dean suddenly lifted up my T-shirt and stared at my body in awe.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you all ready for me" he smirked whilst biting his own lip.

"Sh-shut up" I stuttered out pathetically as he stared at me like I was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Throwing my hands on my flaming cheeks in embarrassment, I went to turn away from him but he gripped my hands and slowly pulled them away from my eyes. His body pressed against me like a cage and I his voluntary prisoner.

"Don't hide from me. Every inch of your body is so god damn beautiful. Nothing and no one ever compares to you Rosie".

Before I could shut down his compliment, Dean moved down and pressed his lips on the skin of my stomach.

Gripping the duvet tightly, I arched my back in sheer bliss as Dean continued to sweetly assault my body with the most tender of touch.

"Dean" I moaned out as his fingers trailed over my breasts. I could feel his hot breath fan over my nipples as he lingered over them in a teasing matter. Reaching to grab his hair in frustration, Dean playfully slapped my hand away and smirked.

"No baby, no touching and no talking. I'm the boss tonight. You disobey, then there will be punishment" he whispered before licking the side of my breast.

"You always say that, but you're secretly a submissive and you know it" I smirked back at him as I ran my fingers through his black neat hair.

He looked cute with his hair all neat and gelled back, but he looked so damn hot with his hair all rugged and messed up.

I could see Dean on the verge of breaking as I stroked my fingers along his very defined jawline.

But before he allowed me to be the dominant one, he lifted me up by my hips and pushed me down on the bed, his hand firmly pressed on my back.

"Are you asking to be punished already?" he growled into my ear before slapping his hand down on my ass.

"Looks like I am".

Collapsing my head into the pillow to hide my bright red cheeks, I could hear Dean frantically fumbling with his belt before pulling my arms behind my back.

"You know what happens when you tease me like that Rosie. And you are going to get it so damn hard" he growled as he restrained my hands behind my back and with one hand he pulled me back by my neck.

"Do your worst" I whispered into his ear, the hunger in his eyes getting me wet at what he had in store for me.

I hadn't been with any man other than Dean, neither had he been with any other woman. We were each other's first, but boy I was so lucky to have him.

As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I knew I was done for. I wouldn't be walking properly for 2 weeks straight.

"Bold. How cute" Dean laughed before ripping my underwear off in one pull.

Before I could say another word, Dean shoved me into the bed and thrust into me with such force and intensity that I lost the ability to speak.

"Already wet? I think you love it when I get rough with you. Answer me baby, but without words" he grunted as he continued to pound into me with both hands gripping my hips.

Arching my back, I let out a loud moan as my body no longer belonged to me.

Dean claimed every inch of me and wouldn't have it any other way. Dean was mine and I was very much his. No matter how many girls openly flirted with him not caring that his arm was around me, his eyes were always on me.

"Fuck, you're so fucking perfect baby" he groaned as he slapped my ass whilst continuing to pound me at a furiously rate. Pulling me up by my arms, he ran his hand to my cheek and turned my head so our lips could connect.

"I love you so much" he whispered over and over as he slowly reached his high.

"Hold it baby. Hold it" he moaned as he started to speed up.

"P-Please" I cried out as I felt myself on the edge. I didn't dare cum without his permission. I did that last time and I couldn't sit down for 2 days straight.

"Let go" he groaned before yelling out in sheer pleasure.

Collapsing to the bed with my body twitching from it's release, I sighed into the comfort of the bed smirking as I felt Dean release himself onto my back.

Desperately trying to catch my breath, I sighed heavily as I felt a damp wipe run over my back and felt the restraints on my wrists loosen.

No matter how dominant Dean was, he always cleaned me up afterwards.

He was vicious, rough and passionate, but he was so caring, especially after sex.

"You did so good baby. And because you did so good, I'm going to run us a bath, get us some wine and feed you chocolate like the Queen you are and"-

Rolling around, I looked up at Dean who was leaning over me with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

Pressing my finger to Dean's lips, I shook my head as my eyes slowly opened and closed from a wave of exhaustion.

"Screw chocolate. I want pizza. Feed me pizza" I chuckled to myself.

"Whatever my lady wants, she will always get" Dean laughed as he stroked my bottom lip.

"Does that mean you'll get me Henry Cavill?. Damn, that man is hot with a capital H".

Dean's look of love instantly became one of jealousy. His eyes scrunched together before getting off the bed.

"Fuck that, you're having a pizza with just mushrooms and eggs" he muttered out in an evil voice before grabbing his phone off the desk.

"Noooooo! I was joking! Have mercy!" I cried out following after him still naked and breathless from our love making.

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"Honestly! How did you manage to find somewhere so beautiful and isolated?".

Dean poured me a glass of champagne and handed it to me as I took in the beauty of this place. I'd love it to be our secret little getaway.

"James is a bit of a freak when it comes to romance. He once took Isabella here for a date and told me that we can come here whenever we want. Think of it as our little getaway". Dean held up a plate of sandwiches and offered me one knowing I would eat the whole plate if I could.

"What a way to celebrate 1 year of living together" I beamed whilst gorging on a cheese sandwich.

"Hmm. As much as I want to carry on eating with you, I've had an overwhelming feeling to dance".

"Are you drunk?"

Dean chuckled and shook his head. I watched baffled as he stood up and held his hand out to me.

"What's there to be embarrassed about. There's no one here" Dean attempted to reassure me, but I still felt on edge.

"I didn't see you as the dancing sort Dean".

"I'm not. I can't dance, but that won't stop me from dancing with my girlfriend". Dean pulled me up before throwing me into a spin.

"God, what's gotten you so romantic".

Dean placed one hand on my waist and the other in my hand turning it into a steamy slow dance. Occasionally his hand would lower squeezing my butt harshly making me squeal loudly.

"God you're so beautiful" he whispered into my ear as he spun me around. Dean continued to spin me round and round making my vision blur. But suddenly the touch of his hand vanished and my spinning slowly came to a still. As I stopped, I desperately to regain my blurred vision, and to my surprise Dean was not standing in front of me.

"Dean I"-

My heart skipped a beat and my breathing halted as I spun around to see Dean on one knee holding up a blue velvet box.

"Rosie Eleanor Faye, ever since I met you I knew there was something about you that made me want more. We found each other in a dark time, yet we both saved and healed each other. Ever since I've met you I've wanted to be good. I wanted to change and be worthy of your love. I am not perfect, far from it, but with you by my side I feel stronger, happier and healthier. You are my rock, my world and my home. There will never be another but you. So there's only one thing left to say. Rosie, will you marry me?".

Do I want to spend the rest of my life with Dean Gray?

Absolutely.

"Dean". Sobs crawled their way up my throat as he smiled up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Of course I'll marry you". Tears poured down my cheeks as he stood up and slipped the ring on my finger and kissed my palm before standing up.

"I love you so much babygirl. So fucking much".

I threw myself into his arms and wrapped my own arms around him tightly crying out of pure happiness.

"I love you too. I can't wait to become officially yours".

"Mrs Rosie Gray. I like the sound of that" Dean whispered lovingly into my ear.

Dean wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on top of my head as we both stood there quietly watching the sun set.

My life is complete.

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"How you feeling man?" James patted my shoulder in an attempt to reassure me, but I couldn't stop sweating. It hadn't even started and I already had pit stains. The nerves were kicking in at the reality that in a couple of minutes I would be a married man.

Call us crazy for having the wedding at such short notice, but we simply couldn't wait. Plus seeing as neither of us had any family we wanted a very private wedding. I didn't care if no one was there, as long as Rosie was there that was all that mattered. Words could not express how much I love her. She was my universe, my sun moon and stars.

"I'm ok" I whispered back to James who stood by my side at the head of the altar.

When it came to wedding planning, I was completely useless. But thankfully Rosie was a simple girl with simple tastes. I only wanted one thing. I wanted to get married whilst the sun was setting. Lucy always loved watching the sunset. Even though she wasn't here with us in person, I knew her spirit was here with us.

James, Isabella and Maria were the only guests present at the wedding. But that's what we wanted. We wanted our closest friends there to witness two lovers reunite and join to become one.

Thankfully the weather was perfect for our outdoor wedding. The same place I had proposed to Rosie.

"It's time" the priest whispered before stepping away to get his bible.

"Oh fuck, I thought I was ready, but I'm not. Is it hot or is it just me? Fuck fuck fuck, I'm so bloody scared. What if I go to compliment her, but end up insulting her. What if I pass out? What if"-

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up".

"Okay. Okay. Cool". Wiping away the dripping sweat, I turned to the direction of the beautiful runway and waited nervously for my beautiful soon to be wife.

The music started playing and I could feel my own heart beating frantically within my chest. This was it. This was the moment I marry the girl who healed me. The girl who tore down my self built walls. The girl who became my everything.

Before I could pull myself further into my thoughts, a beautiful angel stood before me staring straight at me with the most heart stopping smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I felt my eyes sting with tears at the mere sight of her. A goddess, a queen, my soon to be wife.

I wanted to bow before her and worship the ground she walked on. I never wanted to be without her. I never wanted her to leave me, even after death us do part. She was my soulmate, there was no denying that.

As she walked down the aisle towards me I felt a gentle touch on my right shoulder. Glancing at James behind me, it dawned on me that James' hand was on my left shoulder. No one was touching my right shoulder, yet I could feel a gentle presence, one of comfort and peace.

I hope I've made you proud Lucy.

Rosie stopped right in front of me with tears trailing down her cheeks. Lifting up my finger, I gently swiped my finger under her eyes careful not to ruin her perfectly done makeup. And to my shock, she did the same to the tears that ran down my face.

"Y-you look so so beautiful. F-Fuck" I could feel the oxygen leave my body as I stared at the angel standing before me.

Rosie. The girl who came crashing into my life like a chaotic wave, the girl who healed my broken heart. The girl who captured my heart and will forever hold it. The girl who was about to become my wife, mine forever.