He bend his head down to kiss along her neck and collarbone, and tried to suck a few corners of skin into his mouth. Worrying the flesh gently with his lips and tongue, and a hint of teeth. Dean was hard and uncomfortable already in his jeans, and his hips starting rutting against her for needed friction.

Normally he kept his mind guarded, with several barriers and facades to keep people out. The angels could still see through it, and he hated it. But with Lara, he had accepted it, though he was still nervous about what she would find. Hoping she wouldn't pry too deep into what he buried of his darker memories of Hell, and his life. The reassurances quieted the worry, and cracked the barriers easily. It felt strange to not trust her now.