Depending On You

chapter seven - the line

Grace had practically slept the rest of the day away, and she didn't regret it for a moment. She'd only woken two hours before and she was already showering to prepare for bed.

The water dribbled down her as her thoughts never once wandered away from Dean. It was hard to think of anything else when the smell of his shampoo constantly reminded her that she was showering in his home.

She turned the spout off and stepped out onto the tile flooring, grabbing her towel from the counter and wrapping around her cold figure.

She shivered as she dried her body and pulled a pair of panties on. In her bag, she'd brought pajamas to wear that night, just a sweatshirt she'd stolen from her sister.

She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She'd brought her makeup to put on the next morning so she'd be prettier for Dean, and she was tempted to put some on before she went back out into his room, but she figured that she would look even worse when she woke up with eyeliner and mascara under her eyes.

She gathered her stuff and grabbed her bag, opening the bathroom door and seeing Dean on the bed. He was lying on his side and the blanket was covering him. Grace thought he might've already been asleep.

She put her things down and quietly crawled onto the bed, trying not to disturb him, but to no avail. He was waiting for her.

"I missed you, baby," he murmured into her shoulder after pulling her to him.

Grace laughed silently, "I was gone for thirty minutes."

Dean rubbed his hands under her sweater and kissed behind her ear. "Much too long," he complained.

She smiled, rolling onto her other side so she could face him. Her eyes couldn't keep to his. All she saw were his lips.

Dean was hesitant at first, but still he began to lean down. She'd been all too difficult to resist since the night of her birthday. He'd started to fantasize of her often, and dream of her calling him her boyfriend – or husband. He longed for that to be reality.

He kissed her, but it was unlike the kisses they'd shared before. It was all but a quick peck to show her affection. It was strong and lingered, lasting beyond the point of when their lips touched and then separated. It was meant to convey to her all he couldn't express in words.

The numbness left on her lips made Grace question her actions, her choice to reciprocate the kiss even further by leaning back in for seconds. But it didn't last long. Her doubts evaporated when he reached his hand up to grasp the back of her neck and he quietly sighed into her mouth.

Nothing felt as natural and normal as kissing Dean this way; it felt right, like it was what they were supposed to be doing. She was surprised by how much she liked it. She'd never found herself being prone to thoughts of kissing and such. Perhaps because she was trying to feel this way about someone else in order to make her life a tiny bit easier. It would never be the same with someone else.

Grace reached her hand out to touch his bare chest. She felt his heart beating at an uncharacteristically high velocity. He always managed to keep a calm exterior, so much so that Grace began to see him as a higher being, but his heart rate humanized him. Now, Grace didn't feel alone in the feelings she had. She knew he was feeling them too.

She felt embarrassed when she finally pulled away from him. She avoided looking up at him, instead focusing on the tattoos on his skin. They made him even more beautiful. He pulled her to him with a smile she couldn't see. "What was that for?" he teased her playfully while rubbing his hand up and down her back.

Once Grace caught her breath, she leaned her forehead on him. "I just like you," she mumbled, not knowing how much those few words meant to Dean. He immediately pulled away from her just enough to see her face. He was smiling in a way Grace had never seen.