[h3] Dean [/h3] 

Lexi matching his wit was enough to make Dean punch drunk. He felt almost giggly, as she didn’t miss any beats and seemed to genuinely enjoy his company. He didn’t know what the feeling was supposed to be called, but whatever it was, he didn’t mind it all that much. New romance? Budding love? Ew. Love. But Love?

As Dean’s thoughts rattled around in his buzzed brain, Lexi agreed with his joke about falling into bed together more often. He removed his arm from his face and looked down at her, raising his eyebrows before his face fell into a proud smile. So, she was going to be around. Nice. As she began tracing circles on his chest, Dean brought his own hand down to draw tiny little figure eights between her bare shoulder blades.

He couldn’t help but feel loss already, at the thought of her leaving. Even though she had shown no sign of wanting to, or needing to. He knew how hunters were. As soon as her car was fixed up, she would be gone, and he would…miss her? He had only known her a few days but they clicked in a way he couldn’t quite place. He gulped down the sad thought and pulled her a little closer, “You know, I was thinking…you could just stay here, you know. We have plenty of room and I don’t think Sam would mind. I wouldn’t mind picking your brain a bit…”

Dean snarled his nose at how cheesy it all sounded, like he was begging her to stay. He took a deep breath, “Not that I’m trying to, you know, convince you of anything. I was just thinking if you wanted to…”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya gasped, her mouth opening into the kiss as Sam’s kiss became a bit more rough, and his large hands slid up her torso. There was the touch she was looking for. She lowered her hips against him, pressing her knees forward to press their hips as tightly together as possible, and followed his lead, kissing him rough and deep. 

After a few moments, Anya shuddered and broke the kiss, only long enough to reach for the hem of the large shirt keeping her from feeling him on her skin. She pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the foot of the bed and then instantly reached for the hem of Sam’s shirt, struggling but eventually pulling it over his head with a giggle at how his long hair ruffled out around his face. 

She brushed the hair away with her finger tips and a wide, but hazy smile, the action feeling way too intimate and loving. She gently pushed his hair back behind his ears, her smile dropping slowly as she just breathed him in, an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach causing her mouth to drop open. It wasn’t a feeling she had ever felt under the gaze of anyone, and she could stay there forever, just watching his face.

But she knew he wouldn’t allow that. Not after all the teasing. So, she crashed her lips roughly into his, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, as she pressed their bare chests together, just long enough to lean to her side. She released him, and laid back on the bed, reaching her arms out for Sam.

Sam might be more of a gentleman than his brother, but he was dangerous. She could feel that after tonight, she could easily become addicted…and that could be a problem.