Dean brought a hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek, whipping away the tears that had run down.  He gritted his teeth as they sat in his state, not wanting to move because it meant that he either had to leave or agree to try and move on.  He took shook his head at her words, as his lips brushed against hers gently.

There was nothing that he wanted to control about her growth.  That was always something that was the quickest way for him to run: control.  But this was a start, toward the communication they needed.  None of this had to be this serious.

Apparently, there was a part of his mind that wanted to be civil, and just show her how much he [b][s]loved[/s][/b] cared about her, regardless of the mess they had both made, “I just need to know what you want.  And while you figure that out…we have to be realistic.”

  He just wanted to tell her he was sorry, and kiss every inch of her face, until she took him back.  But he also was aware that he had control, in this situation, in some ways.  She would never let him convince her that all of this wasn’t her fault.  So, he did what came natural, when they were fighting.  He conceded.  He sighed and closed his eyes, “Then don’t…”

As the words left his mouth, he crushed their lips together again, this time pulling her body closer to his possessively.  He pulled away only briefly, glancing around the room to make sure Bobby was still outside before he turned back to her, his puffy eyes scanning hers.

“C’mon…”, he muttered quietly, standing to his feet and wrapping his arms around her to pick her up.  He lifted her into his arms, bridal style and started toward the stairs, just wanting to take her into a neutral space, with their current situation.  He took the first couple of steps, gaining a rhythm, before kissing down her jaw line as he walked.  And the cycle of Mika and Dean goes on…