[h2]Esme[/h2]
Esme laughed a little behind her sweet kiss at his answer. He had a point. She usually didn’t let anyone make her do anything. She could be pretty stubborn when she wanted to be. When Dean returned her kiss and crawled further up on the bed, and brushed his fingers through her hair, she smiled behind the kiss. She missed this, the closeness. She missed being around the one person she felt she could be herself with. She didn’t feel like she could be that way with her family without being judged. When he deepened the kiss, she brought her other hand to his chest, feeling herself melt into his kiss and touch. When he broke the kiss then lifted his head and spoke. She opened her eyes and lifted an eyebrow in surprise at his words. Not believing what she had just heard.“Since when are you the responsible one? And when has being sore stopped you from doing anything?” she asked. This was new for her. She’d never seen him get things spiced up between them just to shut it down. It was a complete mind-blower. She sighed when he started kissing her face and asked his questions. 

Usually, she would have said aspirin to knock the edge of the pain, but after everything the day had brought, all she felt she needed was Dean at her side, which felt odd for her to admit to herself. She had tried her hardest to keep from falling for Dean. She tried to keep it as nothing more than a friendship and failed miserably. Maybe it failed because he felt things stronger than most she had been around, and they had affected her strongly. Who knew? All she knew was that she had fallen for him despite all the warnings and didn’t want to be away long. “No, even though aspirin or whiskey would knock the edge off, but I’ll be fine as long as you don’t move.”she told him in a tone just as warm as her smile. Esme was curious to see if he would actually stay there or run off to get her some aspirin or whiskey for her pain. His concern for her pain usually won out in the end, and he would run off to get her something for it. Then would watch over her like a mother hen, ensuring she rested and healed.

Honesty, she just wanted him to lay next to her, hold her close, and fall asleep in each other's arms till morning came. She brought her hand from his chest to her mouth to cover a yawn. The longer she lay there, the more she could feel tiredness settling in. She knew he wanted to know what happened and how she ended up in such rough shape and so pissed off, but that was something they could talk about tomorrow. “I really don’t need it. Just lay here with me.” she whispered, rubbing his cheek with her thumb.