As Allison laid in Dean’s bed, she thought back to everything that had happened between the pair of them. As stubborn, hard headed, and in charge the both of them felt they were—there was no way she would image living this life with out Dean. Except, now, she felt a little less in control. Dean was overbearing at times; strict if you will. And she fought him on it, tooth and nail. But she had to allow Dean to have the reigns, that was the agreement after all.
Allison, however, had different ideas. She had built a following with in Dean’s compound, people who had trusted her to be an adviser of sorts. Allison was able to gain some of her control back in order to suit her needs, all with out Dean knowing. Yet, the girl still feared the day that he did. She was afraid she would no longer share the bed with the man that she had, unbeknownst to him, fallen for.
Allison slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake Dean and began to get dressed. She was having a small meeting that morning, and if she intended on making it, she would need to be out of Dean’s cabin before he woke. But as she laced her boots she heard him call her name. Letting out a defeated huff, she turned to him.
“Morning, grumpy.” She smiled.
November 30th, 2016 at 11:14pm