Dean sighed with relief as Lexi stated that she would like to stay with him.  He had almost held his breath waiting for her answer, and as her face leaned into his touch, he brushed his thumb across her cheek even tighter.  The warmth of her hand covering his just made his need to kiss her grow even further.  This was intimacy he hadn’t realized he missed in general.  It wasn’t just in his mourning that he missed that side of his bed being filled up.  He missed the ability to take someone’s breath away, and to have his own stolen.  He missed having someone’s hands on his, just that bit of warmth telling him that life wasn’t lost.

He nodded, brushing his nose across hers once again, smiling brightly, “I can definitely relate.”, he murmured softly, “I will have to tread a bit lightly around you, now…just…because I don’t want to push things to a weird level, if you’re staying.”

He laughed softly, and tilted his head down, brushing his lips across hers gently.  He then nuzzled his nose up and over hers, before pulling back to look at her better.  He then shrugged his shoulders, and pulled her hand with his as he dropped their hands to his lap, and he watched her eyes.  He suddenly laughed, and raised his eyebrows, “But I guess we don’t have to be shy around each other anymore.”

As he said the words, his heart fluttered in his chest, just thinking about her being around the bunker on a regular basis.  There were a lot of tight corridors and quiet spaces.  The odds of him being able to keep his hands off her now were slim, yet he barely knew her.  He didn’t know what her boundaries would be, despite how quickly they had almost fallen into a level of intimacy he never thought he would feel again.  He took a deep breath, and pushed the thoughts from his mind, before they convinced him to push things to a point he would regret.

“I should probably let you finish getting ready.  Sam might um…he might worry about us if we stay locked up too long.”, he chuckled, and carefully pulled himself from her to stand.  As he stood to his feet, he leaned over her, brushing her hair back from her face, and pressed a tight kiss to her forehead, “I’m glad your foot is okay…”