deanmatthews:
“Darlin’, I’m hard to forget.” HIs ego really shined through in that comment, but most of it was all in jest. Dean was carefree, cocky, and playful, and he’d always tell you he had a big head. The bartender visibly winced, and almost regretted the knee jerk reaction because he knew Lexa would latch onto it. “What makes you think I’d wear a shirt?” Though, realistically, he probably would. Only because being shirtless around his mom was usually just begging for her to nag him for being too skinny. Which was exactly why no girl ever met his mama. Dean chuckled and shook his head a bit, “And you didn’t pick the bar I work at because I’d be there?” Of course, he wasn’t about to dive into if he’d wanted her to come or not, that involved thinking about feelings Dean didn’t possess. He lived in the moment, a life too loud to let real thoughts cross his mind for too long. He focused on the present and not anything deeper than the surface. Things his mama hated. “Honestly, you think I believe that you don’t like me shirtless?” He teased, because Dean was under the full assumption that his bare chest was a gift and his abs were attractive. He shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “Cross my heart, ‘sides, you look kinda cute in my helmet.” His tease was only lightly, but damn if that pout hadn’t gotten to him in all the right, or wrong, ways. Dean stepped closer, one hand lightly landing on Lexa’s hip and pulling her closer. He leaned down, using his other hand to tilt her head by the helmet just enough to make it easier for him to press his lips to hers in one of his classic quick, but spicy, kisses. “Don’t pout like that.” He probably shouldn’t give away what her pout did to him, but it wasn’t like he was still trying to convince her to go home with him. “As you wish, Princess.” And with that, he climbed onto the bike and waited for her to join before starting it.
Hard to forget. She wanted to respond with some biting comment but found herself biting her tongue because Dean Mathews was in fact hard to forget. Not that Lexa could ever tell him that because the truth was that he would never let her forget that she’d agreed with such a topic. “Fine, I just happen to prefer you shirtless in private. It has a lot more benefits for me in that space, is that what you wanted to hear.” Lexa said giving him a challenging look. Honestly it was too damn distracting to have him shirtless all the damn time. I mean how was she expected to be annoyed and turned on by him at the same time. It was really damn frustrating. When he called her cute she couldn’t fight the grin that pulled across her lips and she didn’t fight him for one second when he pulled her closer and tipped her head up so he could kiss her. She did however hate that she was left completely breathless, smiling like a damn fool. There was no doubt the boy knew what he was doing. “You like it,” she said narrowing her eyes as she watched him climb on the bike. A dress on a bike was never ideal but the ends justified the means here so she really had to get over that. Hiking up her dress just a little she carefully climbed onto the bike, her arms instantly going around his waste so she could hold on for dear life because lord knew this bike gave her heart issues. “Try not to kill us on this death trap, will ya?” She muttered against his back as she tried to take a few deep breathes to calm her nerves.
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