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𝐓𝐇𝐄 camaro cruised through the quiet, winding back roads of the San Fernando Valley. With the windows down, a soft breeze kissed Rebecca's skin as she kicked off her shoes, rested her head gently in Bobby's lap, and let her bare feet dangle out the window. One of his hands was on the wheel, but the other was tenderly laced with hers, their fingers intertwined in perfect harmony. The golden glow of the setting sun washed over them, casting a soft light on their young love.

Eventually, the car rolled to a stop at the serene Encino Hills lookout. The city lights sparkled beneath them like a sea of stars, and the world felt quiet, safe. They settled into the stillness, nestled together in the front seat. Rebecca sat up, and Bobby wrapped his arms around her with ease, pulling her close. She leaned into his chest, her fingers gently tracing the contours of his face with affection and reverence.

"I'm so glad you'll be there tomorrow," Bobby said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "But I'm also sorry you got dragged into all the mess. You know I won't let sensei hurt you, right?"

Rebecca looked up at him, her gaze warm and full of trust. She laced her fingers through his again, squeezing gently. "Honey, I wouldn't miss it for the world. And I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me. How are you feeling?"

Bobby sighed, running a hand through his hair in quiet frustration. "To be perfectly honest, I'm a little nervous. I can't shake the feeling that something bad's going to happen. I haven't been sleeping well at night."

Rebecca's eyes filled with concern. She turned toward him, shifting the seat so she could face him more directly. "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?"

"I just didn't want to worry you," Bobby admitted softly.

Rebecca cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing tenderly along his cheeks. "Listen to me, Bobby. I'm always here for you. I want to know when you're sleeping well—and when you're not. I want to be the one you turn to. Always."

Bobby leaned forward and kissed her, slowly and meaningfully. "I love you, Rebecca. More than I've ever loved anyone."

A glowing smile lit her face. "I love you more, Bobby."

There was a pause, filled with gentle silence and shared breath, before Bobby reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. "There's something I've been wanting to give you."

Rebecca opened it carefully, her breath catching at the sight of a delicate gold ring adorned with an emerald stone. "Bobby—" she whispered, touched beyond words.

"I picked it out myself," Bobby said softly, "But my mom helped me pick the stone. She said it would match your eyes. I've always loved them." He took the ring from the box and gently slid it onto her dainty finger. It fit perfectly.

Rebecca beamed, her eyes misty. "It's beautiful."

Bobby brought her hand to his lips and kissed her ring finger, then looked deep into her eyes. "Not as beautiful as you. I promise you this, Bec: I'll always be by your side. I'll never leave you. I love you."

Rebecca's voice trembled with emotion as she replied, "Oh, my darling Bobby, I love you too. You've helped me through losing my mom in ways I never thought possible." She touched his face again, eyes searching his. "Please... just promise me you'll be careful tomorrow."

"I promise," Bobby said. 

Rebecca leaned forward and kissed him, slow and tender. "No matter what place you come in—first, second, third, or fourth—you'll always be number one to me."

"My beautiful Bec," Bobby whispered with a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet Bobby," Rebecca said, holding him close. "Would you... would you like to spend the night?"

His answer came as a kiss—gentle, full of longing. "Of course, I do."

Bobby turned on the ignition, and Rebecca sat in  passenger seat, their hands intertwined. As they drove through the city, Rebecca couldn't help but admire the neon lights and the couples strolling hand in hand. After a brief stop at Bobby's Encino Hills residence to retrieve his overnight bag, the couple drove to Reseda.

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As they entered the Winchester home, Rebecca spotted a note on the kitchen counter—Dean was pulling a double shift at the shop with Sam. She locked the doors behind them, turned off the lights, and the house sank into a comfortable stillness. There was a sacred intimacy in the quiet that wrapped around them like a blanket.

After locking the door, and turning off the lights, the couple walked down the hall and to Rebecca's room. As she stepped into the bathroom for her nightly routine, Bobby changed clothes and set his wallet on the nightstand.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Rebecca stepped out wearing her favorite nightgown—a soft satin fabric that clung to her curves in just the right places. She moved gracefully across the room, her skin still dewy from her lotion, her bare feet silent on the carpet. Bobby looked up—and everything stopped.

Bobby's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. The gentle sway of her hips, the way the fabric shimmered across her skin... she was radiant.

Rebecca caught him staring and blushed, quickly covering her lower half with the edge of the gown, though a coy smile tugged at her lips.

"Hey," Bobby said, his voice husky, as he stood and stepped toward her. He kissed her shoulder, letting his lips linger a second longer than necessary.

"Hi," Rebecca whispered, her hand sliding along his bare chest.

They climbed into bed together, their bodies magnetized. Bobby reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. They looked into each other's eyes—unspoken emotion thick between them. He leaned in slowly, and she met him halfway. Their lips brushed once, then again, until the kisses deepened—slow, deliberate, and full of need.

The music from the radio played softly in the background, but it was quickly drowned by the sound of their breath, their hearts pounding in sync. Rebecca wrapped her arms around Bobby's neck, pulling him closer as he rolled over her, never breaking the kiss. Rebecca's fingers passionately roamed the lines of his back, nails lightly tracing down his spine. Bobby moaned softly into her mouth as he tugged gently on her bottom lip, and she gasped, her hands tangled in his hair.

Bobby's lips trailed down her neck, leaving small, tender marks, then along her collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire. As he slipped the satin nightgown off her shoulders, he paused—his eyes drinking her in like she was the most sacred thing he'd ever seen.

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Rebecca smiled, running her fingers through Bobby's hair. "What is it, honey?"

"Nothing. You're just so beautiful." Bobby's voice cracked with sincerity. "From the moment I met you, I've wondered what it would be like to touch you." His thumb gently caressed her cheek.

Rebecca took his hands and kissed them. Her voice came out in a gentle whisper, vulnerable and brave. "Touch me, then. I mean, really touch me."

Bobby's touch turned reverent as he explored her body, each movement tender, but filled with desire. When he reached her waist, still clothed in her white lace panties, he paused. She smiled up at him with the kind of love that could stop time and gave a soft nod. He slid them down slowly, savoring every second.

Rebecca's breath hitched as he stood to remove the sweatpants and boxers. He reached for his wallet, pulled out the little foil packet, and held her gaze as he tore it open and slipped it on. The moment was charged, delicate and raw.

Rebecca rested her forehead against his, her voice trembling slightly. "Bobby."

"What is it angel?" Bobby asked as he lovingly moved hair away from her face, then rested his forehead against the love of his life's.

"Nothing. It's just... I've never done this before. I don't think I'll be that good at it." Rebecca said. "I'm kind of nervous."

Bobby's voice softened with devotion. "It's alright, angel. I promise—I'll be gentle."

Rebecca nodded, and with every ounce of care, Bobby kissed her as he guided himself between her thighs. Her breath caught as he slowly entered her, and they never broke eye contact, hand in hand, heart to heart.

Oh girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours, faithfully

Rebecca whimpered softly as she arched her back, overwhelmed by the newness of the sensation. "Oh Bobby."

"Are you all right, baby?" Bobby asked in concern, as he caressed her cheek. "Talk to me Angel."

"I'm okay, honey," Rebecca whispered, gripping his shoulders. "Please keep going. I'll be all right."

Circus life under the big top world
We all need the clowns to make us smile

Bobby moved gently, his rhythm slow and steady, whispering her name like a prayer as her body responded to him with instinctive trust. Rebecca wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer, deeper. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her nails grazing his back. Every sigh, every moan, every breath was laced with devotion.

"Fuck," Bobby groaned against her lips. "Are you feeling okay, Bec?"

"I'm fine. Fuck, you're amazing." Rebecca's voice was breathless, trembling with pleasure. "Oh Bobby."

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair. Two strangers learn to fall in love again.

The rhythm quickened, their bodies rising and falling in unison, the music underscoring the symphony of their love. Rebecca's head fell back against the pillows, her cries of ecstasy muffled by Bobby's kisses. Her body trembled beneath him, her walls clenching as a tidal wave of sensation surged through her.

"Bobby," Rebecca gasped. "I'm close."

"So am—fuck," Bobby groaned, teeth gritted as he held back. "So am I."

"I can't hold on anymore," Rebecca cried, her voice desperate.

"Let it happen, Bec," Bobby whispered, his voice cracking. "Just let it go."

Rebecca came undone beneath him, her moan breaking through the night like a song. He followed seconds later, his body collapsing into hers with one final, aching cry of her name.

Bobby slowly pulled out, tied the condom and discarded it in the nearby trash, then returned to the bed. He gathered Rebecca in his arms, wrapping her in warmth and safety. Her head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"I love you, Bec," Bobby whispered, running his fingers through her hair.

"I love you too, Bobby," Rebecca whispered back, pressing a kiss to his jaw. She curled into him, their limbs tangled and bare beneath the sheets.

In that moment—bodies exhausted, hearts full, music humming faintly from the radio—their heartbeats became one.

I'm forever yours.
Forever yours
Faithfully