Dean and Lexi spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other's arms. Dean finally admitted his arm was really hurting him, and Lexi made sure he was taking medicine to ease the pain. There was lots of kissing and hands roaming, but Lexi kept it from getting too heated, even though it nearly killed her.
The next morning, she woke up in his arms, and his lips were already on her neck.
"You're making this so hard," she said. "Maybe we should get on the road today. You think you can drive?"
"Sure," he said, his lips still on her neck. "Where you wanna go?"
"Doesn't matter. I just need to get away from that mouth for a while."
Dean smiled. "I thought you liked it."
"I do... that's the problem. I want your arm better before we go any further. I need you at the top of your game."
"Well, that's how you'll have me," he said with a grin. He got out of bed and changed his clothes. Lexi did the same.
Half an hour later they were on the road. They went east and just drove, stopping for gas and food. They also grabbed a newspaper every few towns to look for possible cases.
When they stopped for the night, they were both tired. Lexi let Dean shower first since he had driven the whole time. He was already in bed when she was done. He lay on his side, on his good arm. She saw that his eyes were closed and decided she should sleep in the other bed so he could really rest. When she started pulling down the covers, she realized he wasn't asleep.
"Hey," he said. "What are you doin'?"
"You need to rest."
"Get over here," he said as he flipped the covers back.
"Dean..."
"Come on. I'm injured... I need you to hold me."
"Funny how you admit to be injured when you think it'll get you something."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with a grin.
"Uh huh."
Lexi climbed into bed and Dean moved down a little. She lay slightly on her side and put her arm beneath him so that his head rested against her chest. He snuggled his face against her, as if she were a pillow.
"Oh yeah," he said. "That's nice."
"I'll bet it is," Lexi said with a hint of a moan in her voice.
"I'm gonna sleep good tonight."
"Good."
They spent the next day on the road again. Dean spent most of the time trying to convince Lexi that his arm felt a lot better. She did have to admit that he was using his arm a lot more than he did just after he was hurt, and the couple of stitches it required were looking pretty good.
"I'm telling you," he said as they drove down the highway. "The pain meds are doing the trick."
"Good."
"So," he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, "maybe we can talk about moving things along?"
"If you're really feeling better, we don't need to talk. Just make your move, whenever you're ready."
After sunset, Dean started looking for a decent motel. When they found one, Lexi showered first. By the time Dean was done with his shower, Lexi had finished drying her hair. She stood, brushing it, in front of the mirror above the dresser, wearing her usual sweats and tank top. Dean emerged from the bathroom wearing only his boxer briefs. He walked up behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. His mouth went straight to her neck.
Lexi watched in the mirror, completely riveted. The way his tongue played across her skin, followed by his lips... feeling it was one thing. Seeing it almost drove her crazy.
Dean's hands slipped beneath the hem of her tank and his fingers brushed lightly over her stomach. Lexi reached behind her, wanting to get her hands on him anywhere she could. Her arms wrapped around him and her hands landed on his rear. She squeezed and pulled him closer into her back.
Dean removed her hands and turned her around, pulling her into his arms and holding her against him. He stared into her eyes for a moment before covering her lips with his. He pulled her toward the bed as they kissed. He broke their kiss to look at her as he lay her back onto the bed. The butterflies in her stomach kicked into overdrive at the look in his eyes. She had never seen such passion before. No one had ever looked at her with the desire she saw in his eyes.
He hovered over her, their bodies slightly touching as he held himself up on his forearms.
"Are you nervous?" he asked. His voice was soft.
"Extremely."
"Don't be." He gave her a soft kiss, then pulled back again.
"How can I not be? I've wanted you for so long," she said as she brushed a thumb over his cheek. "The anticipation alone may kill me."
Dean felt the tremble in her fingers against his face. He kissed her again and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Her hair fell around them and he pulled it back.
"I'll take care of you," he said.
He moved her legs so that they were straddling him, then he sat up with her in his lap. He slowly gathered the bottom of her tank in his hands before pulling it up. She lifted her arms to help him take it off. His gaze fell down to her breasts for a moment before his lips returned to hers. While they kissed, he reached around and unhooked her bra. Without breaking their kiss, he pulled back enough to slip the bra off of her.
Dean's hands returned to her face, but Lexi wanted to be touched. She reached up, took one of his hands, and placed it on her breast. He smiled against her lips before moving to her neck. His hand gently massaged, pulling a moan from her. Lexi's hands went into his hair, holding him close.
When his mouth finally found her breast, her fists tightened in her hair, and her body stiffened.
"Oh, crap..." she breathed out in a whisper. "Dean... So good."
He soon felt her body tremble. He kissed her lips again, until the fists in his hair loosened and her hands ran down his neck.
"Damn, baby," Dean said. "You are so sexy."
He kissed each of her breasts again then rolled her onto her back. He kissed down her chest and stomach until he got to her pants, then he pulled them off. Kisses trailed his way back up her body, and he settled himself between her legs. Very gently, he began to grind against her, through their underwear. Lexi's mouth fell open, and she suddenly forgot how to breath. Her hands moved to his hips and started pushing his underwear down. She got them far enough that he sprang out, and she let out a gasp at the sight. She looked into Dean's eyes.
"I wanna touch you," she said.
Dean took her hand and pulled it down between them, wrapping it around himself. He let her hand go, and her fingers played over the length.
"This is gonna hurt," she whispered.
Dean kissed her lips as her hand slid up and down. "I'll be gentle... I promise."
He sat up and removed his underwear the rest of the way, then he removed hers. He kept his eyes on hers as he crawled back up her body. He stopped to take one of her breasts into his mouth as he ground against her, this time with no barrier. She let out a long, low moan. Dean moved up her neck and kissed her lips again before looking into her eyes.
"You ready?"
"Yes."
Dean pushed into her a little before pulling almost completely out, then sank in a little more. He continued this way, letting Lexi adjust to the intrusion. He gave a few long strokes before he plunged into her, filling her completely. She cried out, and a tear ran down her cheek. He stilled deep inside of her and kissed her for a moment.
"You okay?"
"Yes," she did with a nod. "Make love to me, Dean."
She wiggled her hips, and Dean moaned. He slowly pulled all the way out before plunging into her again. He kept his long strokes until she started writhing beneath him. She called out his name as her body began to shake. Dean picked up his pace and was soon trembling himself. He stayed inside of her, letting her ride out the high as he kissed her. When he finally pulled away, she whimpered.
Dean rolled onto his back and pulled her against him. She threw her leg over his and propped herself up on a shaky forearm, looking down into his eyes. He brushed her hair back and pulled her into another kiss. When she no longer had the strength to hold herself up, she lay in his arms with her face in the crook of his neck.
Neither spoke as their breathing steadied, and after some light touching, they fell asleep in each other's arms.