Uh... both, Dean. Pretty much can't believe we just fooled around in public... again. Thought the coffee shop had been bad enough. [But the way his lips quirked up despite himself probably pretty much said he he'd enjoyed himself. His expression changed a little though, gaining a little heat at her comment, the way she parted her legs for him...]

[His hand stroked up her thighs, feeling the soft skin while he tried to keep his eyes on the road... and not start looking for some secluded place to park. Dammit, he could keep it in his pants until they got back home... surely. That didn't stop his hand from trailing up to brush over her panties, giving a soft noise in his throat when he felt just how wet she was.] Dean... God.