Sophia stretched out on her couch, eyes closed, arms above her head. A couch that formerly was just Dean's couch. Now, it was her and Dean's couch.

Dean appeared out of the bedroom and laughed. "Comfortable?"

"Very." She opened her eyes to gaze up at him. "I can't believe we finally got here."

Dean's grin took up his entire face. "It was a hell of a month," he agreed. He sat down on the floor next to the couch and grazed Sophia's cheek with the back of his hand. "But I'm so glad you're here."

The month leading up to Sophia's move was filled with packing, deciding what to keep and what to get rid of, and actually getting rid of all the extras. Combined with both of their crazy job schedules, that meant neither of them had a moment to rest. But on February First, with Sophia completely moved in, her old apartment keys returned to the landlord, everything fell into place. She had slept in Dean's bed too many times to count, but it felt different. It was her bed now, too.

"Me, too," she said quietly. "And now we get to slowly grow sick of each other's annoying habits until we're at each other's throats," she laughed.

But Dean just frowned and then pressed a firm kiss on her mouth. "I already know all of your annoying habits," he said. "And I'll never grow sick of you."

"It was a joke, Dean."

"I know." He stroked her hairline. "But thinking about fighting with you, or God forbid breaking up with you, makes me feel ill."

Sophia could feel the conviction of his words pierce through her like a knife. "Then I guess I won't do it again," she said quietly, pressing the back of his hand to her lips. "But." She gave him a stern look, "if you start leaving the toilet seat up, I'm done."

He had to laugh at that. "What am I, sixteen?"

Sophia pulled him back toward her, catching his mouth with hers and forcing him to half lay on top of her.

"Hey, Soph?" Dean mumbled against her mouth.

"Hmm?"

"You remember we have guests coming at any minute, right?"

Sophia groaned and pushed him away. "Right. That's why I'm wearing this." She looked down at her sleek, black jumpsuit.

Dean's eyes traveled her body. "If it helps, I can't wait to tear it off of you tonight."

Sophia laughed. "Oh, really?" She pursed her lips. "Is that your way of telling me you think I look sexy?"

"Well, you know my stance on that," Dean pointed out. "You always look sexy. But, something about the way it fits here," his hands slid onto her hips, "and here," up to her waist, "and here," her breasts, "really is doing something to me, right now."

Sophia laughed again and pushed him away. "Keep it in your pants," she advised. "Literally all of our friends are going to be here today, so try to behave."

"But you make it so difficult."

Sophia sat up. "You've made it almost two years without doing something completely stupid in public," she told him, "don't lose your streak."

The fact that all of their friends were firmly on the Sophia-Dean hype train meant that when news broke of their new living arrangement, everyone was excited. Even Dean's captain, Scott, made a point of congratulating her. So it only seemed fitting for them to have a housewarming party with everyone.

Food piled high on the kitchen counters, and alcohol was in no short supply, either. But given that their two friend groups hadn't had many chances to interact with each other, Sophia was just excited for everyone to spend time with each other.

And just like that, the first knock on the door.

Dean held out his hand and pulled her up.

Of course, it was Raina. Raina and two bottles of wine.

"Here." She handed the wine to Dean and pulled Sophia into a hug. "Look at the two of you!" she exclaimed, surveying the apartment. "All domestic and everything. Although," she pursed her lips, "you could use a decorator."

Sophia snorted. "Thanks for that, Raina," she said sarcastically. "We'll get right on that."

The food didn't even grow cold before the rest of their friends packed into Sophia and Dean's apartment. The space was transformed into a chatty hall of people enjoying food, drinking a little too much wine, and increasing the volume of laughter by the minute.

Whenever Sophia would take a moment to look around, at the way Matteo joked with Carson and Alicia and May traded stories, the way she would occasionally make eye contact with Dean and his face would light up, eyes shining, her soul felt full.

"Hey, have you heard about this, Sophia?"

Sophia stopped in her tracks as she went to refill her wine glass as Carson called her over. "Heard about what?" she asked, casting her gaze between him and Matteo.

"The serial killer?"

Sophia arched an eyebrow. "A serial killer?" she echoed. "In L.A.?"

"No, not in L.A.," Matteo said, giving Carson an exasperated look. "And there's no telling if the person who killed these people even is the same person."

"Two high profile killings, both victims match the same profile, happened within a few months of each other, and the news is giving extensive media coverage to both of them," Carson rattled off. "If they were just random, they wouldn't be doing that, but they know something."

"This is all a little too conspiracy theory for me," Sophia said, shaking her head and holding back a laugh. "Also, I'm pretty sure you need at least three to make a pattern." Or maybe she just watched too many procedural crime shows.

"Just you wait," Carson said, "you wait and see."

"Alright, well, let me know if I should start building a bunker," Sophia teased him, and left to go get her wine.

She found Dean already holding the bottle. "What's with Carson and the serial killer obsession?" she asked him.

Dean laughed. "Oh, God, he got to you too, huh? Just be glad Scott's not here, Carson's been driving him nuts with all of this." Scott had been invited, of course, but was currently in the middle of a shift.

"But why exactly does he think he's able to connect random murders to the same person?"

"Serial killer amateur hunting blogs."

Sophia gaped at him. "You not serious."

"Unfortunately, I am." Dean sighed. "Apparently, they track murders and come up with theories of who might have been killed by the same person."

"Morbid."

"Apparently, it helps him blow off steam," Dean said. "Feeling like he's helping to save lives outside of work, but without all of the pressure."

Sophia looked over at Carson again, him and Matteo now doubled over in laughter over something. "I'd never tell him this, but I kinda like him."

Dean laughed. "We all kinda like him, and we all would never tell him."

Sophia made her rounds with the guests, and ended with May linking arms with her, resting her head on Sophia's shoulder. "How is it that you ended up with the hottest firefighter in L.A.F.D.?" she questioned.

Sophia laughed. "What? Were you hoping to come here and find a husband?" she teased.

"I wouldn't have been opposed." May looked around the room. "This is nice, though, isn't it?"

"It really is."

Carson decided at that moment to drag Dean to the front of the room and yell out, "Speech!"

Sophia laughed along with everyone else, including Dean, although he looked like he would rather be doing anything else.

"I'm not really sure what there is to say," Dean said, indulging his coworker. "This is a housewarming party, not a wedding."

May dug her elbow into Sophia's side, but Sophia swatted her away, trying to ignore the tinge of red that probably appeared on her cheeks at the thought.

"But thank you all for coming," Dean continued. "It means a lot to me that everyone here has been so supportive over the past almost two years, and for being our friends for even longer than that. This has been a really exciting time for me and Sophia, and I for one am glad that we get to share it with all of you.

"But given that I'm already running the risk of getting made fun of by Carson for the rest of time," Dean finished, "I'm going to wrap this up. Eat all you want, we have plenty, and Sophia, I love you."

Sophia mouthed the words back as Dean as he left centerstage, his eyes lasered on her. But, she also was able to catch Matteo staring at her, mouth half open. "Don't you fucking dare," Sophia snapped at him, knowing that if she hesitated, she would also be making a speech for everyone.

Matteo closed his mouth, looking disappointed, but then turned back to Carson with a, 'I tried' shrug.

"Good move on that one," Raina murmured, coming up beside Sophia and May. "I don't need to listen to any more of this sappiness."

Sophia laughed. "What happened to being supportive?"

"I can be supportive," Raina said delicately. "From a distance. Where I'm not constantly reminded of my lack of love life."

Since Sophia had first brought her worries to Raina about what a relationship with Dean might mean, her best friend had dated a few guys, but no one successfully, and no one longer than a month.

"Come on, Raina." Sophia wrapped her up in a bear hug. "You'll find someone as Type A as you one day and it'll all be perfect."

Raina hugged her back. "I really am happy for you," she whispered. "And I'm proud."

The party went on until the sun set and they had run out of wine. Fortunately, pretty much everyone had been prepared and had Ubered, so as their guests slightly stumbled out of the apartment, Sophia and Dean didn't have to worry about anyone getting home safely.

Sophia waved to the final guest and shut the door. She didn't even have time to turn around when Dean came up behind her, his hands skirting around her waist and down to her hips, pulling her against him, his lips on her neck.

She sighed and leaned into him, her body relaxed, and let the pleasure from his kisses unfurl throughout the rest of her body. "I thought you'd at least wait until the last of our friends made it to the elevator before jumping me."

His lips curled into a smirk against her skin and instead of responding, ran one of his hands up her body and dipped into the v-neckline of her jumpsuit. Sophia arched her back and her breath hitched as he palmed her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple in the exact way that always made her gasp.

"I haven't stopped thinking about what I wanted to do with you tonight," Dean murmured, his voice low and sending a thrill through Sophia's body. "Where I wanted to touch you, where I wanted to kiss you." His chest heaved under Sophia, his erection pressing into her. "And now all I can think about is how I don't want you to ever wear a bra, again. I like this ease of access."

Sophia chuckled, the sound low and raspy as Dean continued to pleasure her. She reached behind her and grasped his erection, knowing and loving the hiss that came out of Dean's mouth as she did. But she was also soaked, and everything ached for more than what she was currently getting.

"Well, if you like that," she told him. "Then I think you should make good on your promise to get this jumpsuit on the floor so you can see what else I'm not wearing."

The words had the effect she was looking for. Dean stilled behind her, his hands and lips freezing in place as he processed her words. "Soph," he growled, a hit of warning in the word.

Sophia's body trembled with anticipation as Dean worked the zipper of her jumpsuit down and then let it fall off of her body. She turned around completely naked just in time to see the shock and lust spike in his eyes.

"See something you like?"

Dean grabbed her and crushed his mouth to hers. "You mean to tell me," he growled as he walked her backward, farther into the apartment, "that you haven't had any panties on this entire time?"

Sophia giggled into his mouth, which only seemed to turn him on more. "Well, I would have told you, but then we never would have had the party."

"Damn straight, we wouldn't have." Sophia's ass hit the back of the couch and with a frustrated growl, Dean took his hands off of her and tore off his shirt.

Sophia's hands greedily went to his chest, running her hands along all the hard planes, but Dean had a different plan. He grabbed her hips and spun her around, trapping her between the couch and his own body, his hot skin pressing against her making Sophia groan.

"Sometimes I can't even believe how fucking sexy you are," Dean said. One of his hands returned to Sophia's already sensitive nipple. She heard the zipper of his pants go down and a second later, he kicked them away. "I want you moaning for me, baby. I want you fucking screaming for me."

The first moan came just after his words as he pressed himself back against her, this time his hand dipping between her legs, rubbing her clit with two fingers and practically blinding Sophia with pleasure. His erection pressed against her bare ass, and he refused to let up as Sophia's moans filled the apartment.

She gripped Dean's hand that braced him against the couch and grinded her ass against him, desperate for more but unable to get the words out. Then his body disappeared from against hers completely, letting cool air wash across her burning skin.

Sophia trembled in anticipation. It wasn't often that Dean got like this, wanting to be in complete control and not hesitating in taking that control. But whenever it did happen, Sophia relished it, loving how much he wanted her, how primal his actions were. Even now when she couldn't see or feel him, she knew that he was taking in the view of her, ass on display and slightly bent over their couch.

"Ask for it, baby."

Another shudder went through her body at the firmness of his words. Her hands gripped the back of the couch as she tried to remember how to speak. "Please, Dean," she said, her words hitching. "I need you."

"Need me to what?"

"To fuck me."

In one fluid movement, Dean's hands were back on her hips, pulling her ass toward him, and slamming his erection into her. Sophia let out a cry of pleasure as she felt him fill her, and another as he pulled out and pushed back in, this time his hand returning to her clit.

Everything happened hard and fast and Sophia could barely keep her knees from buckling under her as Dean pounded into her and increased the speed and pressure of his fingers on her sex. Every breath came out as a high pitch moan, just as Dean's were low and ragged into her ear.

The only thing that kept Sophia standing when her climax came was Dean pressing her into the couch, his arm now wrapped around her to keep her steady. He got his wish of hearing her scream, and as she clenched uncontrollably around him she felt his warmth inside of her, his hips bucking against her as he buried his face into his hair with moans of his own.

Sophia's heart raced as she came down from her orgasm, sagging into Dean's arms as he wrapped his other one around her, his head dipping as he lightly pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade.

"Fuck, that was hot," Sophia managed to get out.

Dean eased out of her and then turned her around. His face was flushed and his chest heaved, but he was also practically glowing. "You liked that, huh?" he asked, running his fingertip across Sophia's collarbone.

"I fucking loved that." She pulled Dean toward her into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate in lifting her up, letting her wrap her legs around him.

"I think I still have a couple of rounds left in me," he whispered, running his tongue against her lip.

"I think I have more than just a couple."

Later, as Sophia lay naked in Dean's arms, thoroughly exhausted from their extended cardio session, she couldn't help but shift around and give him one last kiss before they drifted off to sleep.

"What was that for?" he murmured.

"I don't think I've ever been so happy," Sophia said, her words thick with the sleep that was about to overtake her. "And I just really love you."

Dean's arms tightened and shenestled into his chest, comforted by his steady breath against the back of herneck. "I'm glad, baby. You deserve to be happy."