[Dean whimpered into the kiss, giving it back urgently. When he let go, she settled back in the seat, hips still rocking eagerly.] Love you, too. [She bit her lip as she watched him walk away. Once he was out of the room, she moaned again, also wondering how long she could stand it. Her head tipped back against the top of the chair-back, hands gripping the sides of the chair seat as she squirmed on it. Fuck.]