Good thing you don't go here, Dean, we'd never survive the semester. [Not at this rate.

[He returned the kiss just as lightly, one hand trailing up to push through Dean's hair.] I don't think I'll ever be able to look at my couch again, dude. Or be in this shower. [Or, well, Dean's ruined the whole place for him by now except the kitchen. He tipped in, pressing her lips to the other's neck lightly.] God, I don't need that mental image, Dean... [It was going to be a pain when Dean left and he was still wanting this...]