The Hunt.

Ch. 29 Plans.

Sandra's P.O.V.

When I woke up, I saw Dean had fallen asleep next to me, moonlight filtered through the room and it was maybe 10:30. His face looked peaceful, and I let out a small sigh, inspecting his face. With his eyes shut, I smiled a little. His black hair hadn't been trimmed in a while and went down to his cheek bones, cascading down around his face in what looked like black ocean waves. He always had those chiseled features, not much stubble, his lips were a little more full than Levi's, but not as defined, still curvy however, his tan was darker than Levi's, and he was maybe an inch shorter than Levi. He slept peacefully, and I wiped my face. Nothing was left on it.

I hadn't intended to have such a bad panic attack yesterday. Reaching up, I lightly stroked his jawline with my fingertips, not waking him. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his lightly, pulling back, I didn't think he'd woken, not until his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me close with a coy smile dancing on his lips.

"I think that is the first time you've woken me up by kiss." He stated, his voice rugged with sleep, he still had his eyes shut as well. Before I could respond, his eyes flicked open, startling me with their piercing ice blue and he added, "I think I prefer being woken up this way." I smiled, "Well sorry, but that isn't going to happen."

"And why not kitten."

"Simply because I like to keep you guessing."

"What if I don't want to keep guessing?"

"Too bad then." 

He chuckled, letting out a yawn and rolling over on his back. "Sandra, I have something to tell you." Dean said, I knew now the cutesy behavior was tossed out the window, now it was time to talk business. "Yes?" I asked, "Ryon's punishment is at midnight. And I was wondering, do you want to go?" He asked, I nodded, and I sensed a heaviness in his chest. When he noticed my peculiar glance he gave me a small smile, standing up. He offered a hand, and when I took it, he pulled me up from the bed fast, the soft blankets falling softly onto the bed as I was swiftly pulled upwards, my hair gently being brushed back by the swift breeze. 

Then I was pressed against him, he smiled down at me as I stared up in surprise, but before I could say anything, he twirled me, dipping me down as we were having a grand dance. "I love you Sandra." He said, kissing me as he pulled me back up. My heart hammered from his touch, and from his slightly dry yet plush lips pressed against mine, then he pulled back. Leaving me flustered and speechless. He chuckled, giving me another peck on the lips.

"Love seeing you flustered kitten." He said, his forehead pressed against mine, the tips of our noses nearly touching, the moonlight illuminated him, giving his eyes the illusion of glowing. My brow drew and I sank into my signature sassy pose. "Shut up." I complained. That made him chuckle and smile. 

"For you? Never." He teased, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. I smiled reluctantly as I faced him, cupping the side of his face, and gently clasping his hand in mine, I gently pressed my lips against his. Instead of pulling back like I'd expected, he just pulled me even closer and kept kissing me. And instead of pulling back like he'd expected, I kissed him back as well, wrapping my arms around his neck, he actually lifted me from the ground, only pulling back briefly for quick breaths, he eventually got us in a position where he had me pressed against the wall, his arms wrapped around my back, mine around his neck, and we were locked in a passionate kiss. 

Then before I could get used to it, he did the one thing I forbid him from doing. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I felt him smile as he felt my heart pick up and my surprise. As he pulled back he flicked his tongue across my bottom lip, biting down on my lip softly, and my heart was literally about to explode into a million pieces. My breathing quickened, and I pushed him back. "Dean!" I exclaimed, hurrying to hide my flustered attitude. He grinned wickedly.

"What did I say about that? No." I snapped, making him laugh, as I tried to walk off, he grabbed my  hand, twirling me back around in one smooth gesture. "Why would you deny attraction?" He asked flirtatiously. I held up my hand. 

"Do you see a ring on this finger?"

"No."

"Then no." 

"Come on kitten, aren't we technically engaged?" 

"Well we aren't technically married so you have fun with your right hand, I'll be actually trying to be productive." 

He raised a brow at my sassiness, "Excuse me kitten, what did I do to make you try and claw me?" He asked, I felt his playfulness. I tried hard to not smile. I pressed my fingertip to his lips, "No ring, no chance." I responded, looking at the clock. He still had a smirk on his face. 

"I'm going to go take a shower, and I swear if you make one sarcastic comment about joining me, I will murder you." Dean smirked, "Don't worry dear. I won't." He said, watching as I grabbed clothes. Giving him a cold glare I walked out of the room. 

Dean's P.O.V.

She was so cute sometimes. Whenever she got flustered like that it just brightens my mood. I'm convinced one day I'm going to make her so flustered she's going to tell me not to even look at her unless we're married. But despite the obvious romantic gesture, I'd done it on purpose. I needed to talk to Levi in private, and I know Sandra wouldn't approve so I distracted her. Now as she takes a shower, knowing it'll take her thirty minutes, it's time for me to go talk to Levi. 

Talk to him about a certain plan.