Erik let out a sigh, refusing to break eye contact with Charles. “I don’t understand what you want from me.” He said quietly, a tint of defeat in his voice.

“Everything,” Charles answered.

You weren’t sure how your nieces and nephews would react to meeting David. They could be a rowdy bunch at times, and no sooner had he knelt down to their level than they were all over him.

He just laughed and fell to the ground, wrestling them and flipping them into the grass. Even more impressive was the way he didn’t even flinch when a sharp elbow landed hard into his side. Still laughing the kids ran off to play on the playground and you hurried over to give David a hand.

Pulling him to his feet, you leaned against his uninjured side and walked him to the picnic tables. “Let’s see the damage then,” you said gesturing to him to lift up his shirt.

“It’s nothing really,” he said with a wince as he sat down. You narrowed your eyes at him until he conceded, lifting his shirt.

“Ouch.” Opening one of the coolers you pulled out an ice pack one of the parents had thoughtfully packed just in case. Covering it in a paper towel you gently pressed it to the darkening skin. “I’m sorry, David. I know they can be a bit much.”

His arm slid around your shoulders pulling you close and he pressed a kiss to your mouth. “Nonsense,” he grinned. “They’re wonderful. And so are you.”

You’re on him the minute he opens the door, keys still in the lock. He drops his bags to the floor in favor of cupping your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist, arms locked around his neck. You kiss him hard, licking at his lips, saying in one kiss just how much you missed him.

He holds you against him, with one arm as he pulls the keys from the door, shuffling you both forward into the flat. Shutting the door and pinning you against it, he kisses back in earnest, excited. His mouth moves over your jaw to your neck as you run your fingers up into his hair.

“Gross, David.” You frown, pulling back and looking at your now greasy hands. His hair is coated in the stuff and stiff as a board from the Doctor’s hair gel. His mouth moves over your neck, sucking bruises into the skin.

He answers between kisses, “Didn’t have time to shower. Missed you.”

With a smile, you unwrap your legs from his waist, dropping to the floor. “Well then, dirty boy, let’s get you all cleaned up,” you say with a leer. His laugh is equally as lewd and he pinches your bum as he follows you up the stairs. 

You try not wake him as you climb into bed next to him, but he wakes with the shift of the mattress and the crinkle of the sheets. His hands reach up and stroke down your arms, pulling you over his chest. He’s warm from sleep and smells like fresh laundry and sex. It had been a very good night for you both and judging by the shift of his hips, the morning looks promising too.

You shift up on his chest a bit, spreading your thighs to either side of his hips, straddling him. His hair is soft and thick in your hands as you run your fingers through it. Your fingers clench in the warm strands as he leans up to kiss you.

Pushing back into the kiss, you follow him down into the pillows, his tongue lips at your lips for entrance which you grant happily. He devours your mouth for long, hot minutes before the need for more overcomes him. With a press of his hips and a shove at your shoulders he rolls you over the bed underneath him, grinding down against you. 

“God,” he groans into your mouth. “I want you.”

“Yes,” you answer, dragging your hands down his back. “Yes.”

“Are you ready yet?” He called down the hallway. 

“Almost. I’m just having trouble with this holster.” You trudged out of the bedroom, holding the thigh holster up, fighting with the straps. “A little help please Cas?” You asked with a smirk.

“Of course, Dean.” David crouched down, with a smile taking the holster from your hands and fitting the straps tight to your leg. His hands wandered a bit on the way up, pinching your bum, before pulling you close for a kiss. “You look good, hunter.”

“As do you, angel.” You kissed him back, taking a nip at his bottom lip before pulling away. “Let’s go rock this party!”

“Where are the gifts?”

“What?”

“The gifts! The gifts, dammit! Where the hell are they?!”

He was starting to get mad which never boded well, especially on days when he was expected to dress up. 

“David, they’re in the boot. Where you put them. Last night. So we wouldn’t forget them?”

“Oh, yes. I just don’t want to mess this day up. It’s important to her.”

“I know,” you said, stepping close and tying his bow-tie. “You’ll do great. Just calm down.” You patted his chest before turning away to open the boot of the car. His hand on your arm stopped you and turned you back. “Thanks,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss you.

“No, problem. Just remember I expect you to dance with me after.” Smiling at his groan, you pulled the brightly wrapped gifts from the car.

His breath hisses through his teeth with a sharp intake of air as the cold slips over his skin. You can swear you see steam rise from his sweat slicked skin as you move the bit of ice over his neck and down his chest. A low groan escapes him and his stomach tenses, a ripple of muscle as you drag the ice over that sexy little scar and down. His hips buck in reflex and you tighten your thighs around him, holding him in place.

“Please,” he growls as you slide the ice over the dip of his hipbones.