Dean stopped walking and looked at what she was wearing. Raising an eyebrow, he slowly shook his head. “You know what? On second thoughts, I think that rolling around in the snow might just be a bit dumb. We’ll both end up with pneumonia and my glittering career as a Watcher will be ended by your Watcher and a big stick!” He wrapped his arms round her and pulled her close. “How about we just go back to my place to get my car and then we can find that little motel we talked about?”
The snow was falling a little heavier now and Dean pulled his jacket closed then snuggled Buffy closer. “Maybe we should try to stay in this area. What d’you think? If that keeps up, we could have a problem getting back tomorrow. And there’s bound to be places round here. Not too close or anything, but not hundreds of miles away either.”
He would have been quite happy to take her as far away as possible…and not bring her back! But he had to be practical too. Being stranded somewhere with no sort of backup accompanied by the girl that everything wanted to kill wasn’t a bright idea. He rubbed his cheek on her hair, loving the way she felt in his arms. “We could just find a nice little place and get all wrapped in a blanket and sit watching the snow.”