"You realize I can never come back here. How can I ever face your parents again?" Colette was half-kidding, half-serious. She tucked her face into Dean's shoulder as they stood by the barn door, getting ready to make an escape from his parents' farm after their after-lunch-and-past-dinner frolics in the hay.

Dean laughed. "We'll never come back," he said, not entirely joking after his father's behavior at lunch. He peeked his head out of the door and looked around the corner, then over at the dark house. All was quiet. "Come on, let's make a run for it."

They were giggling like a couple of teenagers, holding hands and running to the car in the darkness, trying to make a stealthy getaway.

When they made it into the car she ducked under the dash in an effort to hide and put a hand over her mouth muffle her laughter. He glanced over at her face glowing in the moonlight and lost all sense again.

"Go!" she laughed at him, wondering what was taking him so long to drive away.

"Just a minute," he said, and he hauled her up and kissed her. God, she was sweet. He didn't know how he'd waited so long to really kiss her, but now that he had he didn't want to stop.

When he started working his way down her neck, she playfully pushed him away. "We are going to get caught if you don't focus," she scolded, but there was amusement in her voice.

"I can't focus with you around," he confessed in her ear, raking his teeth over her earlobe. She shuddered from the sensation, then shoved him again. "Okay! Okay!" He winked at her as he started the car. "Let's get out of here."

After they were out of sight he turned on the lights, then after a few chilly minutes of driving he pulled over to put up the top.

"We made it," he said when he climbed back into the car and started it up again. But it wasn't the same teasing voice from earlier. He put his arm behind her on the back of the seat and pulled her close so she was flush against his side while he drove, and held her tight for a moment before relaxing.

She tilted her head to look at him, puzzled for a moment by his behavior and thinking his words were more than a comment about their hasty retreat from the farm, but he didn't elaborate and she didn't pry.

Instead she said, "I can't believe they didn't come looking for us. Earlier." And turned her gaze forward so he wouldn't see the blush creeping up her cheeks.

"I'm glad they didn't." She could hear the smile in his voice and she knew whatever he was thinking a moment ago had passed.

"Me, too." She leaned against him as he drove, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm around her. It was surreal to be with him this way; she supposed it was the only conclusion after they'd flirted shamelessly with each other for so long, and it was a relief in many ways to finally give in to her feelings for him. She let out a content sigh.

"So what are we doing tomorrow?" he asked, seemingly reading her mind.

She couldn't help but smile. "Sure of yourself, aren't you? What if I have plans?"

He scoffed. "You were suppose to be in London tomorrow. With me."

"And you think I would have been making plans with you there, too?" she teased.

"Of course. You can't stay away from me."

"Hmmmm. That's true," she admitted, thoughtfully. "But it's only because you seem to need me around all the time."

"I do," he said, serious this time.

She smiled in the darkness as they drove. "In that case, when we get back to the city, you can stay at my apartment. I'd hate for you to have to drive back to yours so late."

"That's very generous of you," he said. He was running the hand that had squeezed her so possessively just a few moments ago up her shoulder and along her neck. His hand paused as he swept his thumb back and forth over the back of her neck, much like he so often did over her fingers, and she felt her eyes roll back in her head and shivers run through her. Goose bumps spread over her skin.

"Chair de poule…" she muttered without thinking, just feeling.

"What was that?" Dean asked softly. He noticed the effect he was having on her and he reveled in it. She was so composed most of the time, that he felt a tug in his chest when that little bit of French slipped out and gave her away. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one affected by their contact.

"What?" Now she was the one losing focus. "Oh, I'll think some other things we can do over the next few days. Later…" she said, lazily, closing her eyes and melting into his touch.

Dean smiled. That sounded perfect to him. He didn't want to spend any time away from her, but he played back because it was so fun, and so easy with her. "Who's sure of herself now?"

She laughed. "I know. Take me to see Barefoot in the Park," she said. "It'll be romantic."

"I will," he promised. He would take her anywhere she wanted to go, do anything she wanted to do. He just wanted to be with her.