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They both looked into each other eyes as she made the decision for him by keeping Rachel's delicate hands on Dean's rough face, tilting her head up, and kissing him. He think it was the most perfect moment of his life. All of his tension and nerves just melted away.
After what seemed like a day, she stepped away from him. He opened his eyes to see her smiling at him.
She took her hands and kept the palms on her hips. Her skin was soft and warm. Still holding his wrists she slid his hands up, under the edge of her dress.
"Slowly," Rachel whispered with a smile making him know that he can do whatever he wants with her right now...
There is no pain and there is no thinking about it when they need each other...