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- Thread starter Kitty Kat
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Dean pushed off the wall, his sharp gaze never leaving her as he closed the distance between them. Katarine's frustration still hung thick in the air, the tension in her shoulders making it clear just how much this case had gotten under her skin. But as soon as she saw him, that anger flickered, replaced by something else — something softer, something unspoken.
But first things first.
Without a word, he reached for her hand, his fingers brushing lightly over hers before he took it in his own. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles over the bruised skin of her knuckles, feeling the residual heat from where she had slammed it into the wall. She was so damn stubborn. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Kat," he said, his voice low and steady, "I've got something that might help with your case. Something big." He let the words linger, but his focus didn't shift. Not yet. Because the moment he touched her, the moment he felt how small and delicate her hand was in his, something else tightened in his chest. The same thing that always did whenever she was around.
His grip stayed gentle but firm as he tilted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. "But first… I wanted to check on you." His voice dipped, quieter now, edged with something more personal. "You've been working a lot."
A beat. A pause just long enough for the weight of it to settle.
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Dean barely had time to register the warmth of her lips against his before she was already pulling away, a flustered apology tumbling from her lips, her breath uneven. But he had felt it — that spark, that hunger, that tension that had been simmering between them for far too long.
And, hell, he wasn't about to let her run from it now.
The case could wait just a few minutes.
Before she could retreat any further, before she could throw up those damn walls again, Dean stepped in, closing the space between them in one smooth, deliberate motion. His hands found her waist, his touch firm but careful as he drew her back in, and this time he kissed her.
No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just pure, unspoken need.
It wasn't a fleeting moment, not a teasing brush of lips or a casual game. No, this was deeper, slower, something that had been building for far too long. His fingers splayed gently against her back, pulling her just close enough that he could feel the soft hitch in her breath, the way her body melted instinctively into his. The whole galaxy could have burned down around them, and he wouldn't have cared.
When they finally broke apart, Dean didn't pull away. His forehead rested lightly against hers, a slow, satisfied grin curving his lips as he lifted a hand to brush a stray lock of her two-toned hair behind her ear. His thumb traced a feather-light path along her cheek, lingering as he met her gaze — warm, steady, completely unwavering.
"You've been working too damn hard, Kat," he murmured, his voice dipping into something softer, something meant just for her. "You needed that." His grin deepened as he tilted his head slightly, silver eyes gleaming with something knowing, something fond.
They needed that.
And he wasn't about to pretend otherwise.
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Dean let out a slow breath, his arms tightening around her just a little more before he dipped his head and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head. Yeah, he'd missed her too. More than he'd admit outright, but in this moment, wrapped up in the warmth of her against him, he figured she already knew.
"Good," he murmured against her hair, his voice a little rougher now. "Because after this case, we're taking some time off. No excuses." And he meant it. Kat worked herself too hard, buried herself in missions and responsibilities like she was trying to outrun something. But that wasn't happening this time. Not with him here.
For now, though… business first.
Reluctantly, he loosened his hold on her just enough to grab a datapad from the inside pocket of his jacket. "I got something for you," he said, holding it out with a small smirk. "Intel on our guy. Ship records, movement logs, a few names that keep popping up in connection to him. Not a full picture yet, but it's enough to keep us moving."
His silver eyes studied her face for a moment, catching the way she still seemed just a little off-balance. He didn't blame her — hell, he wasn't exactly steady himself after that kiss. His fingers brushed lightly over hers as he handed her the datapad, lingering a second longer than they needed to.
"But," he added, his smirk deepening just a fraction, "If you wanna call it for the night, I won't argue." He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something knowing. "I got a room in a hotel nearby." A slow pause. "Good view. Comfortable bed. Could be a good place to… debrief."
The teasing edge in his voice was unmistakable, but there was something real under it, too. He wasn't about to push her into anything, wasn't going to pull her away from work if she wasn't ready to step back. But if she was? He wasn't going anywhere.