Buffy couldn't hide the slight frown that crossed her features when Dean started to pull away from her. But, he was right, they couldn't just stand out in the cold. She nodded reluctantly, then remembered they'd be going somewhere warm, that most likely had a bed.
Oh jeez, she was getting a little ahead of herself. But, it had been far too long since a guy looked at her that way. In the kind, caring way he was--and in the lust-filled way. And it had been even longer since she really and truly wanted someone this badly, both the lovey dovey snuggles and the other thing. Part of her wondered if once they made it back to his place if they would even want to leave again.
She turned her head to look around them, pursing her lips in thought, "Well, even though my hair is totally ruined from this snow, I'd say we walk to your place. What street is it on? I'm not much of a driving navigator, but I know the area pretty well since I walk everywhere," she said, blinking a few snowflakes from her eyelashes, "Plus, it's not often I get to walk around in the snow with someone. Cold or not."