There was never a kiss Dean had had, that felt like this.  He wasn’t sure what the new feeling was, but he almost felt sick from excitement as she kissed him back.  He noticed every touch, from her gripping the back of his shirt, to their chests brushing together, to the cold air biting through the thin flannel covering his arms.

Dean took in how small her face felt in his hands, and it made him press his fingers a little harder into her jawline as they kissed.  His thumb brushing across her cheek made his heart flutter even faster.  He had touched her face, before, but for some reason, the smooth skin against his hand was electrified.  Her lips weren’t covered with layers and layers of fruity chapstick, they just tasted like Mika. 

His mind wandered to her heartbeat against his fingertips, speeding up with his and skipping in unison with his own.  When she pulled away, he chased the kiss, leaning forward with his mouth hanging open slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.  He kept his hands resting on her cheeks as the heat of her blush hit his palms, causing him to smile brightly.

“Um…”, he laughed nervously, catching his breath as drew a thumb along her jaw, and then dropped the hand to her hip, to keep himself separated from her, with their bodies.  He wanted to show restraint, compared to other girls he would normally be with.  Thinking about the idea of making her cry caused his chest to hurt a bit, as he leaned forward to place a kiss on her nose for the first time.

“I’m um…not sure you want to sign up for this.”, he muttered with a sigh, “Dean Winchester isn’t really known for his romance.”

He gave a small laugh, squeezing her hip a bit.