Asleep, I still see you lying next to me.

I climbed out of the truck and reached for my bag, eyeing my boyfriend from the corner of my eye as he climbed out and made his way to the back of the vehicle. It was refreshing to be able to call Dean my boyfriend again. The months we were broken up? They were awful and while we were still doing the whole long distance thing, at least I knew I had something to look forward to each and every day. "Ready gorgeous?" He asked from behind me and slid an arm around my waist. 

"I am," I grinned up at him and closed my door, pressing a kiss against his cheek since I couldn't resist. We only had one week together and we were going to spend it in Canada. Our first Thanksgiving together and definitely not the last. 

He slipped his hand into mine and our fingers laced together perfectly, "Need help with your bag?"

I shook my head and tossed my bag onto my shoulder, "I think I can manage, but thank you."

"Are you sure you packed enough?" He lifted an eyebrow while I bit down on my lip.

"I'm not planning on wearing much this week, so I think I packed accordingly," I replied, my bag consisting of mostly lingerie. A backpack could surprisingly hold a lot of lacy bras, garters, anything that might make him want to spend a few extra days with me. I was hoping he'd take Christmas off and fly back to Texas for the holiday... it'd only be fair since we were going to be at his place for this one.

He groaned and shook his head, tugging me towards the entrance where we headed straight for the counter. "About that..." He trailed off and I frowned at the look on his face. He didn't go on though, I just waited in silence for the bad news.

"What?" I asked and leaned into him, "What's wrong?"

"I hope you packed more than lingerie," He said with a grin this time, my heart no longer pounding in my chest. 

"Of course," I replied. 

"We're not going to Canada."

I stopped walking and gave his hand a quick tug until he was no longer walking either. "What do you mean we're not going to Canada?" I asked and looked at the signs near the counter. Nashville. We were going to Nashville. "What's going on?"

“I have a confession to make," He said with a heavy face while I narrowed my eyes at him.

“What….”

“I make a god awful thanksgiving dinner," He said, still trying to remain serious. “But a little bird told me that your grandmother can oust all the thanksgivings I’ve ever had.”

“….you talked to my grandmother?” I asked, eyes wide.

He laughed, “I talked to your sister, but your grandmother is expecting us.” I just blinked at him, still not processing this. “You’re not mad at me are you?”

I shook my head, “No I'm not mad. It’s a wonderful surprise Dean thank you.” 

He leaned in to kiss my lips, “I have a lot of groveling to do for leaving you and us behind. I thought I’d start here.” 

I smiled at him, “Thank you…you don’t know how much I’ve missed my family.” 

He nodded, “I know you have, so let’s get going unless you need to stop back home and pack some actual clothes.” 

I laughed, “I guess you’ll have to take me shopping as part of your groveling.”

“The only thing I’d buy is more lingerie so that wouldn’t be any help," He reached for my jaw to cup it and pull my head into a position that was easier for him to kiss deeply and I moaned into his mouth lightly, never getting enough of those sweet kisses.

“Mmm, Dean…”

He grabbed our tickets and we checked our bags. “You’re distracting me," He grinned as I leaned my body against his while we waited in line to go through security.

“Have you joined the mile high club?” I grinned wickedly and he smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Have you?” He questioned, running his arm down the curve of my spine.

“What would you say if I said yes?” I asked, leaning my head to the side as he eyed my exposed neck.

“I would hunt down the guy you joined it with and kill him," He said seriously, the way he got so possessive and jealous? I loved it.

"Then my answer is no," I replied with a grin. "And yours better be no also."

He let a laugh escape his lips as he stared back at me, "Or what?"

"Or I'll have to hunt a bitch down and make her regret ever setting eyes on you," I joked with him and leaned my body into his, loving the way they fit together so perfectly, especially when he wrapped his arms around mine. 

He nuzzled my neck and pressed his lips against my skin, "I missed you."

"I miss you always," I admitted, a pout playing on my lips even though he couldn't see my expression. I'd never done the whole long distance thing and while yes, it was hard, it was also worth it. "Now you're the one distracting me..."

"I better stop then," He said and pulled away, my pout only getting more intense. "Why are you pouting baby?"

"Because I miss your lips on me," I said seriously and grinned as he lowered his head to press his lips back against mine. 

"Ahem," Someone cleared their throat from behind us, waiting until we looked at them to nod their head towards the security guard eyeing us. 

"Oops," I replied, realizing we were in the front of the line already, slipping my shoes off before walking towards the guard with my pass in my hand. I made it through and bent at the hip to put my shoes back on, keeping an eye out for Dean as he followed behind me. "I told you that you're too distracting," I grinned at him. 

"I'm sorry I'm not sorry," He grinned and let his hand tap my ass lightly making me jump and look around.

"Dean!" 

He laughed as a blush crept up my cheeks, "What? Not in the mood for public spankings?" 

"Oh my god," I shook my head as he reached out to wrap both arms around my waist. 

"No one was paying any attention to us babe." 

I relaxed in his hold before turning in his arms, "When does our flight leave?"

"We have about half an hour, do you want some coffee or something?" 

I nodded and we grabbed some Starbucks before heading to the gate just as they were boarding. "First class huh? Mr. Fancy Pants," I smirked while he shrugged.

"I'm wracking up a lot of miles lately." 

"Well if that means free drinks on the plane I guess it's good," I replied and forced another smirk as we walked through the walkway to the plane and he spanked me again, this time making me squeal.

"Get too drunk on the plane and you'll never be able to keep your hands to yourself," He teased me, knowing how handsy I got when I was tipsy. 

I just shrugged, "The things you have to go through." I shook my head and took a seat next to his in the spacious first class section, leaning my chair back and playing with the touch screen TV in front of me. "I feel so fancy. You're going to spoil me and turn me into a high maintenance girl." 

"Worth it." 

I beamed at Dean, so happy to be with him finally... and to be seeing my family soon. "I love you," I said softly. 

He groaned and reached out to cup my face and push back my hair, "I love you too."

I wrinkled my nose and grinned, "Then what was that groan for?"

"I have no idea how I'll be able to keep my hands to myself for the entire flight," He replied and smiled at me, his smile literally making me swoon. 

"Who said you have to?" I leaned into him, giving him my best innocent expression when the thoughts in my head were anything but. The whole long distance thing wasn't getting easier still, but he was worth it and I'd do everything I could to make it work. 

He groaned again and shook his head, "You kill me with that face."

"What face is that?" I lifted an eyebrow and leaned even closer to steal a quick kiss. I couldn't resist. Tilting his head to a side, he pressed his soft lips against my neck, taking his time and making my body heat up at his touch. "Dean..." I trailed off in a whisper. 

"You smell so good," He groaned. "Everything about you drives me fucking crazy you know that?"

"You're turning me on," I whispered, a little breathless. 

He grinned against my neck, "I won't apologize for that." He nuzzled me and I turned to smile at him, "Ever."

"You'll never have to," I bit my lip, feeling nothing but love for this man. "I can't believe you're taking me home." I leaned my head against his shoulder and tried to imagine how the trip would go, how my grandma would love Dean. I couldn't wait to introduce him to everyone.

"I'd do anything for you," He said offhandedly and I could feel my body tense. I hadn't moved for him, he had left without me. If we were really in love why were we apart? It was the one thing wrong with us. Luckily, the flight attendant chose that exact moment to cut in and go into the whole schpeal about being on being on a plane. I nestled against him, pressing soft kisses against his jaw. "Jac," He said as I nibbled on his earlobe. 

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"The woman across from us is judging you."

I pulled back enough to see the middle aged woman glaring at us, shaking my head and resisting the urge to roll my eyes at her. "Why just me? You started it," I looked up at him and wrinkled my nose. 

"If it's my fault? I'm not sorry," He grinned and I bit into my lip again, nuzzling his neck as he shrugged his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer. 

"Let her judge," I smirked before looking at her and smiling wide. 

She rolled her eyes and looked away, a laugh escaping the both of us. "Do you think you'd ever leave Texas?" Dean asked out of nowhere and I knew where he was going with this, I just had no idea why now. 

"Of course," I replied. In my head, it still didn't make sense why I couldn't just pack up like it was nothing and move with him. Texas wasn't my home, but did I want Canada to be?

"Do you believe in us?" He asked and I tensed, pulling back and blinking at him.

"If I didn't do you think I'd be with you?" 

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I was still tense, but melted into his arms a minute later. "I wasn't insulting you. I was just wondering what your plans for the future were." 

I sighed, "I don't really know Dean. But I know I want you to be a part of it."

"Where would you want to go?" He let his fingers play with my hair, the soft silky strands sliding easily through his fingertips.

"What do you mean?" 

He shrugged, "If you could live anywhere where would that be?"

"Hmm..." I trailed off in a mumble, adjusting my body against his while I thought. I left Tennessee when I was 18 and besides being on the road a lot as a kid, Texas has been the only other place I ever called home. "I don't know."

"What do you like about Texas?" He pressed on and I wrinkled my nose.

"My job," I replied, wishing I had a better response since work wasn't everything. I grew up rich, my daddy being the king of country, I really didn't need to work but I loved it. "Friends," I added even though I had enough fingers to count all of my friends. But still. "What do you like about Canada?" I looked up at Dean with wide eyes. 

 

"God you're so beautiful," He said instead, ignoring my question but I loved him for it.

My cheeks turned a light shade of pink and I bit my lip, "That didn't answer my question." 

He grinned and grabbed my hand, stroking it slowly with his thumb, "The weather." 

I rolled my eyes at his joke. "Sure," I shook my head.

"Good Chinese food," He said finally. "I like my job." 

"You just like being able to afford swanky trips to Tennessee," I winked at him and he nodded.

"You caught me."

"We need a place, just for us," I said in a quiet voice, nestling against him as I got comfortable, missing the feeling of his body against mine. I had gone a long time without sex, but after being with Dean? It made it that much harder... especially with the pictures he sent me and the phone conversations. 

"Our own island?" He played along and kissed the top of my head. 

"Yes," I grinned. "One where we can be naked all the time." 

He laughed and shook his head, "You'd miss shopping too much."

I grinned up at him, "You know me so well baby."

"I do," He replied and lowered his head and grabbed my chin, tilting my head up so that his lips could meet mine. Everything just felt right when I was with him... it was like the distance didn't even matter. 

"Are you nervous about meeting gran and my dad?" I asked with my lips still lingering on his. 

"If I said no would you believe me?" He asked, smirking at me.

"No," I grinned wider and he pulled me closer against his hard body.

"Okay, I'm a little nervous. I want your family to like me," He admitted, honesty something I loved so much about him. He was genuine and that was hard to find in a man. 

"Well you beat out my last boyfriend so at least that gives you a bit of an edge," I replied, joking although it was definitely true. 

"I'll take what I can get." He kissed the top of my head as the hand wrapped around my shoulder played with my hair mindlessly, "Which will be harder to win over?"

"Hmmm, That's a good question," I beamed, liking to mess with him even though I was sure they'd both love him. My dad though? He probably still thought that I was 15 and a virgin. 

"Come on, give me something to work with so I don't make an ass of myself," He begged.

I ran my tongue over my lips as I pretended to really think about it, "Hmm... well my dad loves country, so you definitely have that down. Just don't admit that you listen to that country pop crap or he'll think you're a sissy."

Dean laughed and shook his head, "Now you're just messing with me."

I tilted my head up to press a kiss against his lips, pulling back and looking into his eyes, "My family is going to love you."

"It took Lys a while to even like me," He argued back.

"She was afraid you'd knock me up and keep me in Texas forever," I lifted an eyebrow and grinned.

"Would that be so bad?" He joked back and tightened his grasp on me.  

I set my hand on his arm, letting my nails traced his skin mindlessly, "We'd make cute babies... just not anytime soon."

"I'm fine with that," He smiled back and seemed to relax.

"You have nothing to worry about. Gran already loves you."

"And how do you know that?" He stared at me skeptically. 

I shrugged my shoulders, "Because I've never been this happy in my life."