Unspoken

Vic

I felt it, too." Vic wasn't quite sure, if she should have said those words, but this was all she was thinking about after Dean told her just some minutes ago that she had to move out. It is time, Vic, were his exact words, as if living and raising his child together was labeled with an expiry date. His child would be confused was another „reason" which he used to explain his decision out of the blue.
Maybe he had made this decision days, weeks ago, Vic couldn't put her finger on it.

But she needed him to stop saying those words, which didn't match his expression, he wasn't even able to look at her, avoided her eye. So she knew there was more Dean wanted to say, but he obviously choosed to keep it all to himself.

So all she could do was to tell him her feelings, although she hadn't completly figured them out yet.

„What?" Dean glanced up „What do you mean, you felt it?" Vic couldn't classify his glance, what didn't make things easier. She thought she would knew him so well, could decipher his face all time. But maybe she was just wrong, and maybe she should not explain herself, but her tongue was faster than her mind.

„I felt it, today, in your bed, when you held my hand." She paused, giving him the chance to think about it or much better, to answer.
„Oh!" was all he said. But she heard relief and surprise in his voice.

She decided to take the next step and took his hand in hers, again, like she had already done it in the morning. She let it happen, there was no way back. To her surprise he let it happen, too. She took a deep breath.
„Dean, just tell me you don't feel anything right now and I move out. If you can really tell me, that you don't feel a warmth running through your whole body, a nice tingling in your stomach, maybe from head to toe right now like I do. I promise, I'll leave this place. That's okay, I can handle it, although it would make me sad leaving you, Pru, the houseboat. But please, say the truth, be honest with me, with yourself, with us."

Damn it, she was teary-eyed, she couldn't stop the tears running down her cheek. The conversation was too stressful, she was afraid of beeing abandoned by him, by Dean, her best friend, who was somehow more than just a friend to her. She thought she had finally found a place she could call home, a place to feel safe. But maybe she felt too comfortable, forget boundaries...maybe he was right and she should go.

She closed her eyes, just to calm down and stop crying. She felt him loosen his grip, sadly, but then she felt a light pressure below her right eye.
His thumb pad was gently stroking her skin to dry some tears, his palm were capturing her cheek. A warmth and a tingling, the feeling was overwhelming. She opend her eyes and looked him straight into his. And there was it, this familiar face, telling her all of his feelings with every single facial play.

„I do feel it, all of it, and it's driving me crazy, Vic. I mean in a positive way, I love those feelings. But at the same time I am scared."
Vic couldn't believe what he was telling her. His confession was somehow cute, this handsome, selfconfiedenced, skilled firefighter was afraid of his feelings.
„You are scared? Dean, you're a firefighter, you're runnning into burning buildings, you obviously know how to disarm a bomb!
So you are seriously telling me that you are scared of me?"
Dean furrowed his eyebrows.
„Do you know yourself? You're a lot to handle, Victoria Hughes!" He smiled. And before Vic could even answer and tease him back, she felt Deans lips on hers. He kissed her gently, his lips were soft, a softnese, she hadn't expected. She closed her eyes again, because that was the only way to capture the moment. But then he stopped and left a small space between their lips. „And how does this feel to you, Vic?" There were so many ways to answer that question, so many words she could have used. But she decided to answer with a simple „It's the feeling I love". He smiled and closed the gasp between their lips again. She definetly wanted more of this and leaned into him, kissed him back, now with more passion. He did the same, his lips still soft, but more longing. She felt his palms running down her side, resting on her lower back and pulling her closer to him. Her hands were holding his face and stroking gently over the back of his head. They didn't stop kissing and touching eachother, couldn't contain theirselves, just wanted to stay like this forever as if they needed to compansate all the missed oportunities they hadn't used in the past.

Crazy that they'd let several months go by without even remotely touching each other. Instead, this felt more intense and exciting than Vic could have ever imagined. Suddenly being physically so close to Dean was new, but at the same time it wasn't. She just felt safe and secure in his arms, his kisses made her feel like she had taken the right step. She definitely wanted more of it, more of him.

Her hands slid over his stomach and under the hem of his shirt. She could feel his warm skin under her fingers, stroked his muscles with them and finally pulled the shirt off completely. Dean exhaled loudly.
"Is...Is it okay with you?" Vic suddenly wasn't sure if she had gone too far in her euphoria, if she was just about to let things go too quickly. There was no way she wanted to ruin the situation. Dean wasn't just anyone, he and their relationship meant everything to her.

He paused for a moment and looked at her. His soft lips, which she had just felt on hers, formed a gentle smile.
Instead of giving her an answer, he hugged and kissed her again, ran his fingers under her shirt and his warm and soft hands over her bare back and stomach before he took her shirt off too.

And there it was again: A warmth, a tingling all over her body.
But this time she could completely surrender to the feeling,
knowing that Dean felt the same way...