Dean rolled his eyes at Lexi’s smarts comment, as he pulled her foot into his lap, and pressed at her toes, checking each one for breaks or any response from her.  After he was happy that she didn’t have any broken bones, he brushed his fingers over the bright red mark from the impact, and he shrugged his shoulders, “Looks like you might keep your toes.  I don’t know…that red mark looks like something that might require a sharp knife.  I’ll decide on amputation or not later.”

He scoffed, lifting his eyes from her foot to stare between her eyes.  He scanned her face, his eyes trailing down to her lips.  Her lips were more innocent, and almost pouty, compared to Mika’s.  He couldn’t help wanting to reach out and just brush a finger across her bottom lip, to feel how soft it was.  He almost growled, glancing back down at her foot as he wrapped his hand around it for a moment, and squeezed, “I’ll um…I’ll leave you to the whole getting ready for the day thing. I don’t know if you have plans, but um…I’m thinking about trying to go for a supply run.  I need some fresh…some fresh air.”

He sighed softly, realizing that he was awkwardly stammering as if he was sitting in front of a celebrity or a childhood crush.  They hadn’t known each other long enough for him to have feelings for her.  He had to keep telling himself that.  She wasn’t his to hit on.  She wasn’t his to cling to.  She was just here for a while.  She wouldn’t even be around long enough for him to feel justified in hitting on her, and yet, as he raised his eyes and placed her foot gently on the floor, his heart fluttered.  Something about her was intoxicating, and she was he right type of person that he didn’t even know he had needed around.  Cementing her to the bunker, and asking her to stay was not out of the question.

Neither was kissing her.  He cleared his throat, trying to find an excuse to get up, in his mind.  But his brain came up with no logical excuse, other than leaving her alone.  So, he winced, staring at her lips for a moment, “Screw it.”

He leaned forward quickly, pivoting on his hip, and he cradled her face tightly in his hands, pressing his lips to hers.  The kiss was heavy, and curious, as he moved his lips against hers.  He nipped at her bottom lip, raking his tongue over the soft bite, as his eyes closed tighter and he deepened he kiss for a moment.  After a few moments of kissing her deeply, Dean pulled from he kiss, panting as he stared at her with wide eyes, both of their lips swollen from he kiss, “Sorry.  I’m sorry.”