things you said with no space between us LOLL DEAN
Guilt had always been an odd thing to Amy. In her opinion, it picked the most peculiar times to plague its victims. In the shower, while you’re trying to sleep, as you’re kissing someone–just to name a few. But as she stood with her back to the wall in the Training Room, running her hands through Dean’s hair and sighing against his lips, guilt was one of the only things she felt. Even as one of his hands flirted dangerously with the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d used him before.
She only spoke when he moved his lips to her throat and wrapped both arms tightly around her. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into his hair. It was a quiet apology, but it still made him pull away.
“For what?” She’d never seen him look so confused before, but it must’ve been strange to hear someone apologize in the middle of a make-out session.
She looked down and closed her eyes. “For before…Look, I know you don’t remember–”
“Stop,” he said suddenly, so she did. A second or two passed in silence, then he lifted her chin with the tips of two fingers until she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “You’re right, I don’t remember,” he said quietly. “So don’t worry about it.”
“Nope,” he interrupted, shaking his head for emphasis. “Are you the reason I was dead?”
Her forehead wrinkled in surprise. “No, of course not.”
“Then it doesn’t matter what happened before,” he said, absently stroking her chin with his thumb. “Just let it go.”
She was being kissed again before she could say anything else. She gave in as his thumbs started to rub circles over her hipbones, pressing himself as close to her as possible. And as she sighed again, she felt lighter.
