She was surprised - even as a girl, Dean's voice was deep. Smoky, almost. Bela nibbled idly on his neck, the muscles in her arms starting to tingle a bit. She felt almost light-headed, and it was pleasing - she hadn't even had to think about being on the pill or condoms or anything. She was fairly certain that was a non-issue, though Bela couldn't quite hide the laugh she muffled against the hollow between Dean's neck and shoulder at the thought.