"Damn straight," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. She stepped out of the car and took his hand, walking carefully over the ground. She was really trying desperately not to slip. Sure, she had her embedded slayer balance, but that didn't mean she wasn't a little clumsy every now and then. Plus, she wasn't exactly used to walking in the snow, nor was she dressed for it.
Buffy let out a sigh of relief when they were safe and warm inside the lobby of the hotel. She reached up and tried to brush away the snow before it simply melted, but she was too late. The majority of her hair was either wet or damp. So much for her endless primping before the date. Dean may not care, but she was still a girl. A girl with natural vainness, dammit.
As Dean went to get them a room, she took in the view of the place. It looked warm, comfortable, and inviting. She was definitely looking forward to spending the night here. Hell, she wished she could spend a week or even a month here. She smiled as he took her hand again, heading over to the elevator, "Great," she said, "We should order some wine or something then."
She was feeling those butterflied flurrying back into her stomach as they rode the elevator up to their room. She was in a hotel--about to be in a hotel room--with a guy she just met. But, obviously, he wasn't a typical guy. And this wasn't a typical date. And they sure as hell weren't a typical couple. She tightened her grip on his hand, mostly so he couldn't tell her hands were a little shaky. She was excited, but nervous. Way too nervous.