[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean honestly didn’t figure they would hear from Sam and Anya for a while. They had been all over each other with their eyes…way before any of them ended up in a bedroom. Dean flinched when Lexi suddenly rolled over and her hand came to his face. Pretty quickly, a soft smile covered his face, and he watched her eyes for a moment. Then came the joke that brought memories flooding back through his body in a hot wave and he laughed with a wide smile, but the temptation to just melt back into the bed was intense. Her lips on his didn’t help that feeling…at all.

And just like that, she was wrapped in the sheet and off the bed. Dean sighed, pulling himself up to sit against the headboard as he watched her walk across the floor to prepare for a shower. He didn’t even realize that he was holding his tongue between his teeth, astounded that she had not only got out of [I]his[/I] bed, but that she was staying close enough to touch…likely as long as he asked her to.

He needed this.

“I mean…it’s not like I couldn’t use the workout.” Dean teased back, raising an eyebrow as he raised a hand and ruffled his already bed messy hair. A thought came to his mind, and he smirked. It was a flirty smirk that usually could get him his way, no matter who he was talking to. “Or…my shower is pretty big. I’m pretty sure we could both fit in and uh…make the kids wait a little longer.”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

As Sam stirred awake, Anya smiled even wider against the side of his neck, until his lips pressed against the top of her head. She pulled her head back from his neck, just enough to see him smirk. He seemed so happy and relaxed, even though she wondered if he was as sore as she was, after…that. He confirmed, teasing her about the night before and she giggled softly, allowing him to pull her as close as he wanted to. She could handle being this close to him for the entire day, if she thought that the other two would even begin to allow it.

Smiling, Anya reached a hand up, and pressed it to his forehead, using his body to sign a simple, “You’re welcome.”, with a silent giggle against his jaw. She nipped at the stubble against his jawbone, feeling oddly playful in her good mood. But she knew they would be disturbed soon. If anything, Dean would burst through the door like an animal, with lots of questions and judgement any time, now…just like last night, when Anya first gathered enough courage to kiss Sam.

She nodded at his assertion that they should get up, but even she knew that he would never leave this bed, if he wasn’t forced to. So after a few moments, she buried her fingers in his hair, trailing her nose up to the place where his jaw met his ear, and placed a soft kiss there. She then rolled out of his arms, forcing his hand, even if she didn’t want to. She stood from the bed, fluffing her hair out around her bare shoulders and looked around the floor for the t-shirt she had been wearing the night before.

After a moment, she found it, turning back toward the bed to slip it over her head with a soft smile at Sam. She then made a movement with her hands, simply gesturing that she needed a drink and stepped over to the door. She turned around and hoped he would understand her sign language, when she signed, “Hurry.”, with a smirk.

As she stepped out of the room, she had only walked a few steps, when she heard another door open down the way, echoing in the empty hall. She slowed her steps, her bare feet barely making any noise against the floor as she turned the tiny curve and Dean was standing there, coming out of Lexi’s room. His hair was wet and he sighed, a soft smile on his face. Anya matched his smile, until he turned and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Well good morning!” Dean beamed, not really getting a good look at her, other than the disheveled hair on her head, and Sam’s massive t-shirt hanging close to her knees. She signed a simple ‘morning’ at him, even though she knew he would have to assume what she said. If she was sticking around, she really needed to teach him sign language. She passed him, and as she did, she heard him turn and crack open his door, muttering something to Lexi about ‘they’re awake…bruises…thighs…’. 

Anya made a mental note to check herself out in the mirror later on. If Dean was complaining, she could only assume what he had seen on her way by. She glanced down at her wrists and smirked, as there were a few clearly defined large fingerprints still shining there. Today would be interesting…and she had a feeling she and Lexi would destroy both men with their teasing.