Buffy was glad the backseat was dark, so Dean couldn't see her skin flushing all over again, but he could probably feel it with his lips that close to her skin. Shivers ran down her spine as she felt his breath on her neck, and she sucked in her own, trying to calm the tension building with every second. If only they weren't in a freaking cab.
"I don't think I need a drink right now, more like a cold shower," she breathed out, smiling up at him playfully as her hand rested on his thigh.
She wasn't sure how to answer the 'just how extended' question at first. She didn't want to come off as some sort of cheap slut, but there was no denying the instant attraction and obvious chemistry between them. But, what guy buys flowers for a girl if he just wants to get in her pants? Well, a lot of them. She was pretty naive when it came to real world guys. So, taking it slow was probably a better way to go. She didn't know him that well, after all, despite how familiar he felt in general.
"I know how extended I would like this to go, but we'll just see what happens," she told him softly. There. That was a nice non-committal mysterious answer that showed she was interested, but also not a total skank. Right?
The cab pulled up in front of the bar and she nodded towards it, "This is it."