[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean raised his eyebrows, and caught Lexi’s eyes as she looked up at him. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react to him asking if she wanted to stay, until she explained that she would love to. She would love to. He didn’t even think about Sam’s opinion of the decision in that moment. Just hearing her say it, and feeling her touch on his cheek was enough for him. He wouldn’t be able to let her leave if she tried, without practically begging her to stay. He was hooked.

“O-okay. Well, I guess it’s good that you got your own room.” Dean joked lightly, as her thumb continued stroking his cheek. It was a motion that felt almost too intimate and under normal circumstances, he would have reached up and removed her hand from his face, placing it on his chest to keep any awkward attachment from forming in his stomach. But he didn’t. He just let her, letting a smile tease at the corners of his mouth. 

As she pulled herself up and kissed him, he sighed happily into the kiss, kissing her back. The temptation to hold her there and just kiss her all night crossed his mind, but he relaxed his shoulders and just tightened his arm around her as she laid back down in her original position. 

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked in response to her comment about Sam bringing her home. He chuckled lightly, and smiled up at the ceiling. Then he tilted his head and sighed happily, “I think you might be right.”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya shuddered as the little noises Sam made echoed through her brain. As soon as her back hit the mattress, she smiled brightly as Sam instantly appeared above her. If their body language with each other was this easy, she could imagine herself becoming a bit clingy. It was something she would have to remind herself…not to do, later on. In this moment, clingy was good, and there was no way she was pulling away from him, now.

As his lips met hers again, Anya’s hands raked up his bare back, and into his hair, pressing their lips together so tightly she was afraid that she might hurt his teeth. As he pulled away, though, she was afraid he had changed his mind, only to glance down and watch as Sam quickly worked through the buckle of his belt and the button of his jeans. The quickness of it all made her chuckle softly. Experienced and eager…it made her heart flutter.

His words brought her out of her thoughts and she came back to his eyes, her hands still in his hair as he double checked to make sure they weren’t making some sort of mistake. A smile covered her lips, and she nodded, pulling roughly against the back of his head to bring his lips back to hers. As she did, she wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling his hips down.

Of course she was sure.

——-

[b][I] A little while later[/i][/b]

Anya smiled as she lay there, staring at the ceiling. One arm was raised above her head, twirling her own hair against the pillow and the other was draped over her torso as she let out a sigh through her labored breathing. As she unraveled her hair from her finger, she trailed her fingers down the side of her face, over her neck where she felt the growing bruises there and the thought just made her smile brighter with a giggle that moved her body.

She didn’t know how many bruises and scrapes they both had on their bodies at this point, as everything had kind of blurred together. She did know, however, that if there was anything visible, Dean would never shut up about it. 

Either way, it was a good sore. She could handle a little teasing from Dean. She had a passing feeling that she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Glancing over, she smiled at Sam with sleepy eyes and then brought both her hands up lazily to sign a simple: “Fire…”