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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-29 11:30:00

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!complete, day 13, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: forest, location: gym, open

Day 13: 11AM, Woods near the Gym
Who: Lexie Grey, Dean Winchester, OTA
When: Day 13, 8AM
Where: The Forest near the gym
Rating: TBD

Status: Complete

Rolling over on her cot Lexie reflexively tugged up the top of her blanket expecting to feel the breeze on her face at any moment courtesy of the fractured ceiling. She also expected the feeling of the sunshine beating on the backs of her eyelids or the feeling of dew on the exposed bit of canvas beneath her bare feet. Hell, she'd really been ready to feel the twinge in her shoulder as her body weight moved and manipulated the seperation between tendons and bones. No pain came. Lexie's eyes snapped open, half expecting to find herself locked up some place, or without an arm, or without any light at all. Instead, she was in the gym. A gym that was quiet and dark and <i>whole</i> The sun hadn't been up for long at all; and it looked like everyone else was still quite asleep. But, they were all there.

Lexie rolled her shoulder, playing with her range of motion. She could hardly keep quiet as she pulled off the sling and threw it on the floor. She wanted to burn the damned thing. She wanted to burn the whole damned place down! With bare feet she hurried between the rows of cots, down the hallway that was so very familiar and arrived at her room. Her un mistakable room. Dean's flowers were still sitting on the window sill, the cot with the extra padding of cushions was still quite right with the shelves as they should have been, too. Lexie actually gasped. It was all, alright. She knew she hadn't have dreamed all of that; but, yet it all seemed surreal with everything put back in it's place.

Running at full speed back to her cot she pulled on her sneakers. She wouldn't be spending one more minute in this gym. No, she had to get out and breathe. She had to see if everything had been restored. <i>Everything.</i>

Popping out the double doors she was greeted with righted trees and pristine pavement. With facades she knew so well and a serenity that only accompanied early morning. Sure, the sky was dark; but, what did it matter? Everything had been fixed. Everything was OK. She was OK. She didn't know how, but she was!

Lexie started to run, the blood on her scrubs non-existant, it being the only trace that she'd ever been injured at all. There was the pharmacy and the thrift shop. The Theater and the clock tower. Everything seemed to be back. Less than a run now, Lexie was dancing. She veered off, into the woods, coming around full circle with flushed cheeks. With a thunderclap the sky opened up and raindrops thick and heavy started to pelt her. Lexie stopped, looking up at the sky, laughing.

"Is that it?! A thunderstorm?" She taunted. There was laughter in her voice, genuine, real laughter.

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hellsboy
2009-06-29 12:40 pm UTC (link)

Dean had been on his way back to the gym to see for himself if everyone else had been healed as magically as he seemed to have been. Waking up on the road had not been a fun experience. He'd been attempting to get somewhere after helping Shannon & Ianto with the search for the ten who'd gone missing yesterday. Next thing he knew he was face down on the dusty cement.

Instinctively he'd used his hands to push himself up but then it occurred to him that it should have hurt like a bitch. His hands were supposed to be broken. Unusable. His jaw sure as hell hurt from all of the writing he'd forced out of it with pen between teeth yesterday. But his hands were fine. In fact, everything was fine. He'd flipped open the journals and seen others talking about a reset or something. Game apparently had been reset. The buildings looked the same as they had the first day he'd arrived. He wanted to see if everyone had been so lucky. Especially Lexie.

He was still trying to get the dust out of his nose as he approached the gym in time to see Lexie come running out. She hadn't seen him and he was about to chase after her to be sure she was okay when he saw the smile on her face. No sling either. He stopped and watched her run instead, a smile of his own creeping across his face. He had never seen her so carefree.

Leaning against the building, he watched - was she dancing? - until she was out of sight, figuring she'd be back eventually. Sure enough, her path took her in an arc through the forest and he could hear her laughter. That laugh. He knew it so well now considering how often they'd laughed together.

Ignoring the thunder and the sudden shower, something he probably needed anyway after waking up on the dirty road, he made his way toward her laughter even as the sky darkened beneath angrily knitted clouds. "You'd think after all we've been through that's all you'd want!" he chided playfully. "Wet scrubs contest?" he asked as he came to a stop beside her.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-29 01:23 pm UTC (link)

Pink cheeked and vibrantly alive, Lexie was absolutely, positively dancing in the rain. Her arms swung about willy nilly as she jumped up and down to a song in her head. She wasn't in hell, not right now. No, she was in a place where everything was OK again. Where everything was whole and right and fine. Er, well, as fine as it could be inside a giant glass dome. Her arm worked; the buildings were safe, things were good.

Perhaps that was why it had been so easy for her to let go and just dance in the rain and challenge the clouds and almost invite the people controlling this place to throw something else at her. Lexie Grey felt like she might actually be able to take on the world. She could feel the excitement in her toes and she knew that maybe she could take the whole place on, wall and all. She could!

'You'd think after all we've been through that's all you'd want!' she heard, looking suddenly like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Bouncing stopped. Dancing desisted. Flailing, clearly, was not more. Instead she turned, spying Dean coming up from the gym with a look on his face that only made her smile widen. "Wet scrubs contest?" He'd asked and she didn't even have it in her to respond.

"We're OK!" She cheered, turning to face him. It wouldn't do just to have him standing there; this whole thing called for a celebration. A real celebration! A party! A something! Any gap that had been between them was closed nearly immediately by Lexie wrapping her arms around his middle in a giant hug.

Lexie froze. Wait, maybe he wasn't OK, too? Oh no! Jumping backward like she'd touched a hot stove she covered her mouth. Oh, no.. "Wait, Ishouldhaveasked," she blurted. "Ribs, arm, hands?" Pleasebeokay, pleasebeokay.

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hellsboy
2009-06-29 01:57 pm UTC (link)

Dean grinned, watching her as he came forward. With her face so alive and unguarded she was really quite stunning. He was a little disappointed that she stopped so immediately after hearing his voice. He'd been enjoying her happy rain dance.

The disappointment didn't last long as her smile widened and so did his as she caught sight of him. Then she propelled herself at him and was in his arms in a matter of seconds. That had to be the best response to seeing him he could have asked for. It solidified a couple things in his mind that had he'd been mulling over and wondering about. And it made him feel suddenly just about as carefree as she seemed to be.

He was about to lift her off her feet and give her a good spin in the rain when she jumped away. He couldn't resist. He fell to his knees, groaning. There was nothing wrong with him but he had to play it up. Tease her some.

Holding his arms to his chest and looked up at her pitifully. "Doc, I think you broke 'em worse. Now I'll never play the piano!" He worked hard to keep the smile out of his voice and off of his face but it was a struggle. "I can't believe you'd do such a horrible thing to me, Doc!" he added, looking down at the mud he was know knee-deep in and shaking his head sorrowfully as he rocked back and forth a bit, hugging himself.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-30 09:14 am UTC (link)

Joy, utter joy. It seemed almost wrong to be happy in a place like this, yet there she was with flushed cheeks and a smile wider than the moon. Yet, there Dean was, grinning too. Maybe it wasn't so wrong to just be happy, just this once?

Even as she hopped back, heart in her throat it was hard to dim the unabashed level of glee. She was OK, and she thought that maybe Dean was OK to. Like a bad joke Dean doubled over and the gullible Lexie believed him.

"Oh no... I'm so sorry.., Oh..." She stepped back forward tenatively reaching out and then yanking back. Did she really? 'Now I'll never play piano!' he whelped. Wait, did he just say what she thought he said.

"You!" She bapped him in the shoulder. "I thought I hurt you!" Captain Obvious stating the obvious. She crossed her arms and did her very best to cover up her luaghter with a look of total incredulousness. "I patch you up and this is the thanks I get, I'm disappointed in you spaceheater." Huff, huff.

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hellsboy
2009-06-30 09:35 am UTC (link)

There was some underlying sense to this that days had passed since he'd seen her. Either it truly had, therefore the amazingly miraculous recovery of everyone and the town, or seeing her so happy had become such a foreign thing that it just made it seem like a long time had passed.

If he thought about it, he hadn't ever actually seen her happy like this. The first time they'd met she had been distressed by the cold. Perhaps when she'd been pulling splinters from his hand but that had been such a short interlude that he hadn't seen much beyond Business Lexie. Then the earthquake and aftermath had completely strained her as far as he could tell. He'd been worried she might snap under the pressure which was why he'd forced himself to attempt the damned teeth writing. Well, that and he wanted to talk to her. He wouldn't deny it. Especially not in the sight of her like this. His appreciation of and attraction to her had increased significantly in a matter of moments.

Dean grinned up at her as she stood there with her arms folded across her chest, looking very cute and kissable. He laughed as he got to his feet. "You can't hurt me. Winchester stock is tough as nails. Besides, it would've been a good hurt, Snobo." He pried one of her hands away from her and kissed the back of it with an amusedly contrite expression. "Forgive me?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-30 10:05 am UTC (link)

They were getting soaked. Raindrops the size of quarters were pelting left and right with heavy clacks upon the now quite muddy ground. Someone, somewhere thought it was very funny to have both of them stuck out in the rain. So, they turned up that fawcet and cranked up the thunder. In this world of manufactured weather, it seemed like the man behind the curtain was seeing just how much water they could take.

Dean was grinning back up at her. She knew he really was Ok, it was hard to fake a grin like that and she'd seen him try. "Weeble wobble," she couldn't contain the quirk of her lips. He reached up and tugged at her hand and she let him, pursing her lips.

"Fiiiine," she teased, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and a tug. "You wouldn't happen to be waterproof, would you?" She was trying to tug him up out of the mud. "Because, if you are, I'd really like to know your secret," she shouted that last bit over a rumble of thunder.

Maybe she'd tugged a bit too hard there because her hand slipped out of his, sending her staggering backward a few steps. Rainslicked with mud creeping up her pant legs. As much as Lexie wanted to continue laughing at the rain the harsh reality of a chill was running through her.

She canted her head, "You coming?" She was already walking fairly slowly in the direction of the gym. No point in running, she was already quite soaked to the bone.

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hellsboy
2009-06-30 10:55 am UTC (link)

Dean wasn't concerned about being wet. Considering they had nowhere to be and nothing to do but be, wet was nothing but a minor note the grand scheme of things. One of the best parts of that being her faltering attempt at not falling for his grin. He could tell she was working hard on the not-smiling so he grinned wider and wiggled his brows at her. Which resulted in a major blinking fest as water trickled into his eyes.

"Damn!" he grumbled goodnaturedly. "No, I may be hot but waterproof? Not so much." The knees of his jeans were soaked in mud from kneeling and now that he was standing, the mud slid in thick rivers down toward his boots giving the impression that he might have just trudged up from the bottom of a river.

"Whoa, you're light on your feet today, aren't you?" he asked as she tried to tug him but ended up stumbling backward. He would have laughed had she ended up on her butt in the mud. Laughed and probably gotten bapped again or dragged into it himself. Or both.

He was coming. He was a step behind her, admiring the view of wet scrubs and how they conformed to the body so nicely. "Oh yeah, right with ya," he said distractedly. He was so busy not paying attention to anything but her that he completely missed the tree root he should have really stepped over. The toe of his boot caught and he pitched forward, landing face down in the mud. Rolling over, he laughed and laughed.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-30 01:04 pm UTC (link)

He'd gotten up and it was clear that his jeans had managed to not only soak up a significant amount of water; but, they were also caked around the knees with dark, black mud. Dude, what is this a monsoon?

"Here I was thinking you had even more tricks up those sleeves of yours." Her smile peaked out from behind her playful attempt at being serious. She was feeding off of him, taking in every single bit of his energy and loving it. They were just a couple of people caught out in the rain for the moment. No quake, no weevil, no broken bones. They could be in a park for all she knew.

He was a step or two behind her, so when he said he was right with her she jooked over her shoulder, intending to chide him about being such a slow poke. Instead, she had front row seats for as he caught his toes on the tree root and stumbled forward, managing a faceplant in the muddle of the path.

Lexie gasped, unsure whether to be slightly mortified for him or to laugh. When he rolled over and started laughing it was just the cue she needed to laugh too. "Oh my God," she blurted, taking the moment to close the gap between them, squatting down beside where he lay laughing at his own lack of coordination. "You alright?" Even as she asked it she knew the answer.

Hadn't he been a bit on the dirty side when she'd first run into him? Like he'd been rolling around in the dirt to start with. Well, now he looked like he'd not only rolled around in the dirt but taken a nice, long bath in it. "You are one dirty dude," she teased, noticing just how green his eyes looked against the contrast of the mud.

"C'mon Hero, I pegged you for much more coordinated than this!" She reached down and poked his side, her hand coming back all muddy.

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hellsboy
2009-06-30 01:24 pm UTC (link)

Lexie's gasp and her momentary indecision over laughing or mortification when he'd fallen just added to Dean's laughter. He made a feeble attempt to get up but his hands slid out from under him, sending him sprawling back down in the mud. At this rate he'd never get to his feet again. It was like spinning tires in the mud.

"Hey, this was your fault! You can't go parading around in wet scrubs like that and expect not to cause minor accidents in your wake."

He looked up at her, waving a muddy hand up and down to indicate her clothes. Soaked with water there was nothing for them to do but look all but painted onto her. At least from his angle. He lifted his eyebrows slightly. "I mean, come on. I'm just a guy. You can't expect me to be coordinated around that. Hey now!" he protested at being poked because she'd managed to find a ticklish spot. This could be war if she wasn't careful. A fun war, but a war just the same.

Grinning, with ideas of payback for her teasing in his mind, Dean reached out for her with one large, muddy hand. He was going to grab her clothes or her arm or something and just pull her in beside him if she wasn't fast enough to get away. "C'mere, Doc. Why don't you join me!" he said loudly as a clap of thunder sounded overhead.

Funny this storm with its loud thunder and no visible lightning. They were playing games up there. He would bet ten bucks, if he'd had it, that it wasn't raining anywhere else in the glass bubble but directly over them. And if they went running, it would follow. Yeah, they were that sick up there behind the wheel. He was sure of it.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-30 01:44 pm UTC (link)

The comedy of Dean squirming away in the mud was almost too much, tears streaming down Lexie's cheeks as she watched him do an awkward version of the backstroke. Reflexively her hands went for her mouth, her fingertips where she'd poked him leaving a trail on her cheek and jaw.

"Listen, you can't go blaming me for your inability to put one foot in front of the other, spaceheater." She gave him a look indicating that this particular point was not up for discussion. OK, so maybe it was, but she didn't have to make it easy for him.

As he mentioned the fact that her clothing was stuck to her she gave a momentary gasp. He was right, there really wasn't much about wet scrubs that left anything to the imagination. Well, at least he didn't know what color underwear she was wearing. Pink, for the curious. "Hey!" she gawked, her arms instinctively coming around her to hide, well, everything.

She wasn't exactly nimble there, squatting beside him with her arms clinging to herself in a self-hug. So, as his hand came at her all she could really do was shift and try to turn. Arching her back to duck away Lexie found herself in the precarious position of being in mud practically on her toes. She could tell immediately that this wasn't going to end well.

"Aaa--" It was the start of a witty comment that ended with Lexie leaning too far forward for her down good, her knees coming into contact with the mud and the mess as Deans hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her in further. Reactively, her hands went out in front of her, one impacting just over his side as she collided with his middle with an oomph. While one would think that not impacting with the ground would spare Lexie the mud, it seemed landing on Dean was just as bad, as her already slicked top served only to liquify the mud even more, smearing it onto her as well as him.

When she'd finally collected herself enough to push back and look at him there was laughter streaming from her more rapidly than the rain. "Did you really just do that?" She asked, poking his side again. "Seriously?" Poke, poke, poke.

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hellsboy
2009-06-30 02:16 pm UTC (link)

Dean watched her laughing at him amidst his muddy flailing. Oh she was so going to get it. He played it up a little though. Flopping when his foot found enough grip to stand. Not grabbing for the grass that would have stopped his sloshing enough to also help him stand up. He'd be the clown for a minute or two to keep her laughing. And him. They both needed it, didn't they?

He couldn't help but burst out laughing all over again when she realized just how exposed she appeared to be in what she was wearing. "Like I said," he answered when she quickly covered herself. "You can't go blaming me for your inability not to look uh cute," he said, picking his word carefully, "while soaking wet in nothing but scrubs." He lifted a brow and a smile spread across his face in spite of the expression of stern disapproval he'd been trying to hold onto for a moment longer.

When she did her little mud dance, Dean watched with amusement until he realized she was going to come crashing down on top of him. Then he put up his hands defensively. It wasn't like she could help it but he knew that wasn't going to feel good. Especially if she managed an elbow to the jewels. But he wasn't fast enough and she landed with a wet thwap! squoosh of mud on his stomach. He gasped and spluttered as the wind was partially knocked out of him. "Talk about not being coordinated! That hurt!" he protested but couldn't help but laugh again, this time somewhat hoarsely.

Was she - was she tickling him? Not good. Oh so not good! "Oh no. No, you don't. No!" he hollered then between laughs as she poked at his side. He squirmed in the mud, trying to grab her hands. Trying to poke her back in the hopes that she was ticklish too. "Not," he laughed, tried to take a breath and finish, "fair! Hey!"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 12:01 am UTC (link)

Cute. She knew he meant is as a compliment, most guys did; but, for Lexie it was just sort of a reminder that she had way too many features in common with a 15 year old. While his smile was adorable, the green eyed muddy man laying on the ground practically beneath her was sexy with cute being an understatement. The way he acted was cute; the way he looked was sexy. Masculine and quite adult.

Before the slight disappointment could register on her features, Lexie had fallen down on top of the muddy mess that was Dean. He'd literally brought it upon himself having tried to snatch her up like that. Despite his sputtering Lexie shared little sympathy. None. Nope. Ok, maybe a little.

They were like a pair of children thrashing around in the mud, pulling at each other and pushing at each other and tickling. Each time she'd poke he'd squirm and push her hand away. She'd then laugh, poking again only to be batted away. Taking the offensive she crawled on top of him. Sure, Dean was physically much larger than her, but, for the moment the muddy girl was straddling his waist, the sexual overtone lost. No, this was a tickle battle and she would be victorious.

Squirming she kicked her left foot out in an attempt to gain a better position only to pitch forward, catching herself with a palm to the mud above his shoulder. It was then it dawned on her exactly what position they were in, she with her face now very close to his and her knees parted on either side of him.

It felt like a moment of fight of flight and Lexie could only hold her breath. "This is totally and completely your fault." Sure, she blamed him, but she didn't move.

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hellsboy
2009-07-01 02:29 am UTC (link)

If she'd missed the open way he had been ogling her and then pointed out that he'd been very distracted by her body, Dean couldn't be blamed. Okay well maybe a little considering how much he teased. She might have no clue he wasn't just teasing still. He was very much not a pedophile though and didn't see her as a 15-year-old anything. She was a woman, a doctor. Someone who looked as fantastic soaking wet as she did dry because she had that inner light. Even if he had no clue about the actual why, Dean was attracted to that inner light. Her ability to roll with the punches in a much more carefree way than he ever could.

The thrashing and the tickling had Dean breathless with laughter. He spluttered as mud flew everywhere, slopping onto them both in flying splatters as the rain continued to pelt them. It wasn't cold anymore now that they were moving like this. The sexual overtone of her climbing atop him was also lost on him in the moment because he'd regressed back into childhood play fights with his brother. Sam always bested him in tickle fights, just like she was besting him now.

"Uncle! Uncle!" he hollered between laughs. He'd been trying to turn over on his side to curl up protectively around himself when she suddenly flopped forward onto him. Yeah, regression over. He saw in her face that she realized exactly what he realized at the same second. This was probably the closest they'd been since the Weevil had surprised them. Before it had been wanton and careless between them. It was different now, at least for him.

There was a flash of completely unguarded attraction in his eyes before he recovered and grinned up at her. "Yes, it probably is my fault. I'm a bad boy. You'd better punish me." He winked and before she could sit up or start the tickling again, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. This was called a standstill, Doc. They were so close that his lips almost brushed hers as he asked, "Any ideas on how you might do that?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 01:07 pm UTC (link)

She'd missed the oggling for what it was because it was too easy to think of it as good natured teasing. It wouldn't be fair to say that her mind dwelled on being called 'cute,' either. It was just one of those words that made Lexie Grey go 'dammit!', crinkle her nose, and roll her eyes as if to say 'not again.' She didn't have time to react that way though, as she was in an embittered tickle war.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Dean called, and for the moment Lexie stopped, as if considering before she kicked out her foot and landed herself into the position she was in now, with the pair of them intimately close and the childishness faded into something much more adult. There was a flash of something running across Dean's features that made Lexie's breath hitch a moment in her throat. A gasp easily explained by the unexpected nature of their pose.

That wink out of him made Lexie begin to prime to start back in on the battle again. She'd been winning and she wouldn't give up her prize until she'd been declared Lexie: supreme ruler of the universe, a fact that she planned to educate him on shortly. Her mouth opened and closed, hands pulling back at the ready as he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her down in place on top of him.

The rain smattered on her back turning her hair to tendrils that hung heavily; it even made her scrubs feel like weights against her as they clung almost constrictively. Her elbows came down on either side of his head, propping her up as her forearms dug into the mud and dirt.

The tone of the game may have changed; but, it was still a game between them. They were back in the pharmacy. Back to playing that game of cat and mouse. Again to trying to tame that spark of attraction.

Her eyes dipped from his eyes to his lips and back again as he spoke. She could feel his breath against her face and the movement of him beneath her. "Oh, I suppose I must have done something to deserve it," she countered with a drag of her tongue over already rainslicked lips. "I did laugh at you, afterall."

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hellsboy
2009-07-01 02:19 pm UTC (link)

The best part of this game, even as it slid from child-like amusement into a more adult version, was that there were no awkward silences. They didn't miss a beat and Lexie held her own and then some. Unconsciously he really enjoyed the rhythm they'd fallen into with their playfulness. It seemed to start unintentionally and escalate until they had both had their fill of laughing and sexual subtext. He wondered briefly, as she licked her lips, when what could be read between the lines would stop being just subtext. It was no secret, to himself at least, that he wanted her. And while she played the game, she might just like the game. Why were women such a mystery sometimes?

Had she really thought she could get the better of him again after falling on top of him like that? His ears were filling with mud as his head rested in the muck. Whatever this was, it couldn't last much longer or he'd be drowning in it. He gave her a sly look and brushed his lips across hers. It wasn't a kiss but a tease. "Mmhm you laughed. You're just as bad as I am, aren't you?"

He grinned and released her then, gently supporting her as he slid himself upward into a sitting position so that he could avoid completely submerging in the rain water collecting around them both. She was seated on his lap now but he wasn't going to hold her there if she wanted to get up. The moment of that part of the game had passed. Anything more would, in his mind, lead them somewhere even more serious that could potentially ruin the mood of lightheartedness she'd begun and they'd cultivated together.

"What are we going to do with you, Doc? What should we do with bad girls?"

He wanted to roll her into the mud and tickle her. He also wanted to kiss her. He could think of a hundred other things he would like to hear come out of her mouth as suggestion. So he zipped his lips and simply smiled at her expectantly, trying to hold her eyes as his hand sneaked its way toward her to attempt a sneak, tickle attack.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 02:47 pm UTC (link)

Lexie wouldn't be taking this as anything more than a game any time soon. Why? Because she'd just been kicked in the chops by both George and Karev, that's why. Well, that and she was in a situation where it seemed like fear lurked around every corner and it really wasn't appropriate to go and get into any sort of romanitic entanglements. Right? totally inappropriate. Especially with the hero. There were girls all around this place, she was certain, who had claimed him as their own Hero and that was OK. He may have been giving off all sorts of signs that he was 'interested,' but it was all so very sexual; and that was OK, too. She could hang with sexual inuendo and flirtatiousness and grappling. She just wasn't going to throw her heart into it. That would make things messy and messy was not something she was looking for.

His lips dragged across hers and in response she tapped her nose against his, managing somehow to keep her lips juuuuust out of reach again. "Maybe worse," she whispered as she felt him pushing them up in an effort to get his head out of the growing puddle. For that she couldn't fault him, she wouldn't have wanted her head in a puddle, either.

Lexie felt Deans arms let go from her sides, though, reflexively her own wrapped around his shoulders, hanging on. She was seated on his lap with her shins digging in to the mud on either side of his thighs.

Little Grey's mouth fell open mockingly at being called a 'bad girl.' It was probably the last thing anyone might call her. "Bad girl?" She asked, trying to slide a bit into the role he'd seemingly created for her. Unfortunately for Lexie, it was a little difficult, as the only witty comebacks she had sounded just a bit too dirty even for her.

The rain seemed to be letting up, the large pelting drops turning to a more light mist. Not that Lexie was paying attention. No, she was sucked in to the moment with the muddy green eyed boy she'd wrapped her arms around and who was practically begging for her to kiss him. Or, maybe it was she that was begging him to kiss her? Whatever it was, it left Lexie with a tingly feeling in the small of her back and a flip flopping stomach.

"What do they usually do with bad boys?"

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hellsboy
2009-07-01 04:18 pm UTC (link)

Oh so she was going to be just as much of a tease than he was being! He grinned as she tapped her nose to his, avoiding his lips just as he'd avoided kissing hers. His smile widened when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stayed put. He liked her close, liked looking into her pretty eyes - especially when she was invigorated by all the messing around and laughing. Who could be anything but in the moment with her when she was like this? He might think of the future possibilities but he didn't dwell. No, the game was still afoot and still just a game. There were no gears to shift. Nothing to change.

He chuckled when her mouth fell open as though that was a shocking thing, being called a bad girl. "Don't even try to act like you're offended. Who was it that crinkled on purpose? Who was it who that did all the straddling and the tickling?" he teased her, giving her chin a playful tap with one muddy finger. "Oops! But uh that's a cute beard, Doc," he laughed and smeared the mud like a little goatee there.

"Bad girls usually do bad things with bad boys. I think you know exactly what I mean. Hm? Hm?"

He wiggled his eyebrows in a mock suggestive way. He wasn't going to be blatantly asking for sex the way he'd done when under the influence of drugs. Damn them. Not his finest moment. Pages of childishly scribbled demands to get in her pants, the handwriting petering off into nearly illegible goobledy-gook as the medication had him completely asleep. He'd been slightly embarrassed by it when he'd wakened to see it there in the journal. But she obviously didn't hold it against him and he wasn't exactly apologetic about it either. Dean was, after all, Dean even if Sam's voice had flooded his thoughts through those first few days. No Sam now.

He'd ultimately said what he wanted then even if it had been very crudely done. He usually what he wanted if he tried. And what he wanted right now was to get her laughing again. Time for another round of trial and error! Dean held her gaze with his as best he could, still being playfully suggestive with it, his eyes dipping to her mouth and back again slowly while the fingers of his other hand crept further toward her ribs. Poke!

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Could anybody fault her for playing the same game he was? To be teased without teasing back would be like playing tennis and having someone serve the ball and not trying to hit it back. So, he'd tease and she'd tease and they'd keep upping the ante. It was fun and invigorating and it made Lexie feel like she was so very, very alive in a place that seemed only want to mash her into the ground at every turn. Lexie Grey reminded herself that this was no place for emotional attachment. Yet, she knew she was flirting with intent, whatever that meant.

"Just surprised," he mused quietly, letting her lips brush along his jaw. "Can't say anybody has ever called me that before. You must bring out the worst in me." When she leaned back to take a better survey of the immediate area, Lexie found herself with his muddy fingers tapping at her chin and smearing it around like fingerpaint. Shifting she raised her arm to wipe it off with the back of her forearm because it seemed every other bit of her aside from her back was covered in dirt. When did she get so dirty, exactly?

"Bad things?" Kadablink. "I have no idea waht you mean," she was playing at his game. So, she was playing coy. Probably because their position made it absolutely clear what bad boys and girls did.

Leaning back a bit further she ran her hands up the sides of his head, causing the wet, muddy hair at the top to spike up when she'd finished. she could have had a mohawk going if it'd been just a smidge longer. Setting her arms back down again to wrap once more around his shoulders she smirked. "That's one rockin' hair style you have there, chief."

His face was almost comical as he continued to lay it on pretty thick. Lexie didn't hold it against him at all, it was all sort of blunted by his charisma. So, was it surprsing when she didn't see that hand of his coming for her side? Well, it shouldn't have been because Lexie was too busy thinking about the fact that she was sitting on top of a very attractive man in an outfit that was so wet it practically had become like a second skin.

"Hey!" She jumped up and forward, laughing. "I thought I had already won this battle!" Her arms stayed precisely where they were around his shoulders and her knees stayed quite permanently posted at his sides. The gears, for Lexie anyway, had shifted subtily. It was a game between them still, sure; perhaps more a competition. Though, it was hard to think of it as so much a simple game when she'd already let her mind slip back to their afternoon in the pharmacy and where it hadn't quite gone.

Lexie was going to be a bit daring - because sitting in the rain with someone like him let her inhibitions fall just a little. She scooted in a bit more closely, so close that she could feel the heat coming off his chest. "So, that's all you want to do then, tickle me?" Why yes, Dean, she did know what you meant.

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hellsboy
2009-07-01 06:03 pm UTC (link)

Was she purring at him? Was that what he was hearing as she spoke so softly with her lips brushing along his jaw. His brows shot up in his own expression of surprise, missed by her as he recovered before she leaned back to look around. "If this is the worst in you, I don't think I want to see the best," he muttered without really thinking about it before he spoke.

The brain to mouth filter had disappeared for him briefly as his thoughts suddenly turned to cute little kitty cats and old ladies with no teeth and shopping carts full of groceries and... Anything to keep this game innocent. Well as innocent as could be with its overtones reminiscent of the pharmacy encounter. Er as innocent as her sitting on his lap the way she was, so close. When she was looking at him again, she might have caught a brief glimpse of his concentration before he was smiling mischievously again.

He sat still for her to mess with his hair. For one it felt nice to have her hands in his hair. Call it a muddy scalp massage. Plus there was no sense in trying to stop her because it wasn't like his hair wasn't full of mud already. He was full of mud at this point. He wished he had a mirror to see the outcome though once she was finished and smirking at her handiwork. "Were you a personal stylist in your free time or what? Promise to do my hair for me every morning?" He grinned, his cheeks beginning to feel the affects of having smiled so hard and so frequently in the past along with the lasting soreness from yesterday's teeth writing trick. He wasn't about to stop though.

"Oh very bad things," he qualified for her when she coyly blinked and questioned him. He nodded very seriously. "If you really are as innocent as you sound like you think you are, I could, you know, show you." He gave her a look as if daring her to turn him down. Or was he daring her to accept?

He laughed with her as she jumped. She wasn't making this easy for him. He didn't really want it to be easy anyway. "Maybe you won the battle, but you haven't won the war. Nobody beats Dean Winchester." He was about to poke her again when she slid forward on his lap, her warm, wet body flush against him now. Okay. Maybe somebody could beat Dean Winchester. Maybe Lexie could because tickling was forgotten now for the moment.

"You're asking for trouble and you know it, Dr. Grey," he said lightly with a twinkle in his eyes. If this was just about upping the ante, he was more than happy to oblige. After brushing the mud from his fingers onto his pants, he gently ran a finger along the center of her lips down over her chin to her throat, slowly so slowly grazing the skin until his finger reached the top of her scrubs and stopped. "No, tickling you is not all I want to do."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Well, look at that, Lexie Grey was blushing again. Who knows how long her cheeks had decided that they didn't want to play along with her game of coy and innocent and above reproach; but, at some point they'd flushed beyond that of tickling and wrestling and running. Perhaps it was when he'd said he didn't want to see her at her best. It was an odd way to phrase appreciation, wasn't it? There was a flash of mischief making that ran across his features, maybe that had something to do with the blush as well.

Oh, no, what had done in Lexie's attempts at not blushing had been his offer to show her. Did he realize the fire that he was playing with here? Did she? "I couldn't dare volunteer to be corrupted." Had she managed to say that with a straight face? No, not quite. Give her an E for effort, though.

Was it just about upping the ante? Of course not; not in that little quiet part of the back of her mind where Lexie Grey ignored her growing infatuation with Dean. That not so quiet bit of drive that tingled at the base of her spine reminding her how much she would adore for him to slide his fingertips there. Or the way her very breathe felt like it wasn't cooperating as it seemed like she kept forgetting to do it. Breathing was an automatic function. A girl with a photographic memory was not supposed to be able to forget to do it. Yet, each time she inhaled it felt like she had to remind herself to do so.

When he'd said she was asking for trouble she could only manage a smile in return. She knew she was playing with fire. Maybe more fire than Dean even realized. It was pretty clear that he wasn't going to back down, his next action made that explicitly clear. That fingertip of his traced from her lip, which abruptly parted; down her throat, which flushed, and settled at that sweet spot where clavicle and throat met. There was a barrier there, that water logged bit of fabric that did little to conceal the way her body was reacting him as flesh managed goosebumps of anticipation and her breath came in what felt like an overly quick fashion.

"No?" She questioned, because at this point, tickling wasn't all that Lexie Grey wanted to do, either. Her arms withdrew from around his shoulders, hands coming forward to cup his face in a gesture that was probably a bit too intimate for the game that they had been playing back and forth. She leaned up on her knees, coming out of contact with his lap for a moment as she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that said nothing short of 'prove it.'

Maybe Lexie wasn't playing anymore.

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hellsboy
2009-07-01 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Dean caught that blush and smiled inwardly. She really was more than cute. Much more as far as he was concerned. Whether that blush was something she knew how to turn on for effect or was an actual, honest flush he wasn't sure. It didn't matter because it only added to his attraction for her.

With a knowing look, he canted his head. "You couldn't or wouldn't? And what's this being corrupted business? You started all of this," he teased.

Dean let his finger continue down an inch or so more along the soaked fabric before putting the flat of his palm over her heart which he did know, unlike most people, was more central than to the side. He'd had enough trips to the hospital to have learned some things. He let his hand rest there. Let her take that as she wanted to take it. His eyes were still alight with mischief. Your move, Doc.

He shook his head in answer to her, "No?" and was about to smile when she took his face between her hands and kissed him. Score another point for Dean Winchester. That was the second time he'd gotten her to give in and kiss him first. There was something so satisfying with pushing her to that brink and watching her tumble in. It was almost as satisfying as this kiss. Because he'd been wanting it for days.

His newly somewhat-clean hands slid down and slipped around her as she lifted onto her knees. He held her close, his fingers pressing gently to the small of her back. A habit of his that usually ensured whoever he was kissing wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Maybe she wasn't playing anymore but she was going to have to prove it herself. He was still playing because he wasn't exactly aware of when games stopped and reality began for Lexie.

Maybe this was playing with fire but there didn't seem to be the need to fear being burned. Not for Dean at least. He knew that whatever the outcome of this little interlude, he'd still very much enjoy Lexie Grey. Whether she was innocently protesting corruption or naughtily being suggestive in her own way. He liked it all. But, it was time to up the ante again. Gently he broke from her lips, letting her keep his face between her palms.

"Is kissing all you want to do with me?" he asked, working at not smiling as he did. "Bad girls usually do more." The last bit added with an almost evil glint in his eye. He was daring her again.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 07:39 pm UTC (link)

If Lexie could read minds and know that Dean had wanted that kiss just as much as she had she probably would have held back just a bit longer, to try and see just how much he really wanted it. It was a cat-mouse game and Lexie had been the mouse the entire time. Or, at least she felt like it, anyway. Though, at least there was something a little bit satisfying of his playing into her hand with a mischievous shake of his head in response to her question.

His hand slipping down to rest against her chest would have made it absolutely clear just how much he'd made her heart race. For her it was practically pounding inside of her head and she had to fight the urge to swallow it down. Instead, she'd given in to desire and kissed him. It felt like victory, sweet and heavy and thick. As his hands moved and shifted so he could press his grip into the small of her back and hold. He had a way, didn't he, of lowering her defenses? That's not to say she was especially guarded generally; but, he made her feel like she didn't have to be.

Though, she did feel like she was putting another level on top of the house of cards. In a way, of course, that was invigorating. Not knowing if she'd get away with it or if the whole thing would go crashing in on itself. Perhaps recent events back in the real world had left her a bit gun shy; a bit tentative about jumping in with both feet. Or,perhaps it was the fact she had a very charismatic, handsome hero on her hands that probably didn't have a clue just how easily Lexie Grey actually fell.

When Dean pulled backward, she was left with her thumbs against the edges of his jaw and her chest rising and falling in not so subtle heaves. She'd almost followed him backward there, actually.

She was surprised at his question. He may have had a playful glint in his eye and a daring tone; but, something about the fact he'd asked at all hinted at what Lexie could almost think of as vulnerability. No, maybe something else... Whatever it was, Little Grey didn't miss a beat. He was going to dare, she was going to accept; because, emotional or mental attraction or not, the physical anticipation could not be ignored.

She lowered her eyes, her face going downturned for a moment in a look of feigned disappointment. She took a deep breath, like she might say something, as her hands slipped from his jaw, down his shoulders and came to rest at the bottom of his shirt just above the waistband of his jeans. Abruptly her hands clenched the fabric, pulling him close again. If the previous kiss had been a dare, this one was more of a demand. It wasn't often that Lexie Grey didn't get what she wanted, and she wasn't about to start a trend now.

Her kiss trailed away from his mouth, leading her lips to his ear. "Your move, Winchester."

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hellsboy
2009-07-02 01:29 am UTC (link)

Lexie felt warm and pliable in his hands. Dean wasn't sure when it had really changed. He knew when things had gone from silly rolling in the mud to a more adult set of rules for the game, but there was something new in the mix now. Maybe he was imagining it but this felt very different from the romp in the pharmacy that never completely came to the intended fruition. To him, this was a much more interesting game. Sort of a truth or dare session now. Was it true that she wanted to do more than kiss? He dared her to show him. It was true she wanted more than what he was giving. She was daring him to show her what he was made of. He didn't consciously notice any of that but he did feel it. It was instinctive.

She wasn't the only one who felt somewhat gun shy due to past events. It had been less than a month since Cassie had broken his heart. One of the most important things about this game, this relationship, this fun was proving to him was that he hadn't seen anything yet where real girls were concerned. Lexie had a lot more than met the eye and she was not so closely guarded that she couldn't be herself around him. He'd seen enough, known enough girls who were only interested in a few minutes of fun but had no interest in being themselves with him. That got lonely after a while even if he'd never admit it to himself or anyone else for that matter. Not even Cassie had been herself entirely with him. Which was probably why he was willing to play this game with Lexie. It was worth it to feel close to someone who wasn't only interested in one thing. Again, not something he was consciously aware of but something that was a large part of the foundation for his attraction to her.

There was something very chaste about this game they'd been playing. Sure they'd been teasing each other but nothing overtly had been said or done. Neither one of them had skimmed even the surface of the sexual tension that Dean at least felt between them. It was all innocent, even as she grabbed his shirt to kiss him again. Her kiss was different this time, more insistent and desirous. Her hands hadn't traveled anywhere suggestive. She hadn't rocked her hips or any of the other telltale signs he'd been used to receiving when a girl was set on having him. The only thing implied to Dean was that she wanted to be kissed. And kissed good.

Oh he could oblige there too. When she whispered into his hear, he turned his face to catch her lips again. His kiss matched hers then, the song Hungry Like The Wolf cropping up in the most annoying way. His kiss was hungry, it was forceful with no sign of the careful teasing he'd displayed earlier. Mirrored by the way his fingers spanned the wet plain of her back and pulled her down from her knees and back onto his lap.

You wanted fire, Doc, you got it. Yet he did nothing more than kiss. Ante upped. Game still on. Ball in her court.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-02 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Chaste was an understatement. Even in the pharmacy where things had really started to materialize Dean had only really made it to first base, and then it was only all too brief before the Weevil had shown up and made thier lives miserable. Well, perhaps not miserable; perhaps just paused. Lexie wanted to get back there, to that moment of desire and hunger and need. She wanted to feel that rush as he'd plucked her up off her feet and carried her out into the wind.

Dean pulled her down on top of him, his lap turning into a seat of sorts, his hand a securing force that held her crushed against him, which is right where she wanted to be. She felt his hand, heavy on the small of her back and it only enticed her, making her arch into it, the rest of her moving in a slow undulating fashion.

It wasn't enough for her to be able to feel the heat coming from his palms or the warmth of his breath as it ran down her throat over the slicked, exposed skin. No, she wanted to feel that skin that she'd only had hints of before. Sensory memory was a powerful thing for Lexie Grey and she had quite the picture in her mind of how the bare flesh of his back felt against her kneading fingertips and how the muscles of his chest moved beneath her palms when there'd been no fabric to seperate them.

Roughly her hands pushed off his coat, the waterladen jacket landing with a wet impact upon the mud behind him. Her grasp was now headed beneath his shirt, trailing at the threshold between denim and cotton before her hands claimed his skin for their own. She was pulling, squeezing, pressing her hands into his back, her nails left out of the equation as her touch screamed of consumption.

If the ball was in her court then Lexie just went for a slam dunk, because she wasn't backing down. He wanted to know what she wanted? She wanted to feel the entire length of his skin pressed against hers, that's what she wanted. She tried not to let it trouble her that he didn't seem to be quite as insistant as he'd been before. It was like he was tentative. He wanted pushed, she'd push then.

The kiss was broken, rocking backward slightly so that her weight was further back. Her fingernails dragged a little as she blinked a few times, catching her breath and regaining her focus. "Candy bars, weevils, earthquakes, and thunderstorms. I think you're running out of distractions and excuses here," she mumbled this into his lips, his cheek, his ear, his throat as her lips savored the feeling of his skin beneath them. "You gonna go and jump ship on me again, Winchester?" Her hands swept forward to the front of him beneath the material of his shirt. One word and she'd lift it off. Promise.

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hellsboy
2009-07-02 05:17 pm UTC (link)

So she did know what she wanted. Looked like they were on the same page too. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to take what she wanted and not hold back on any pretense of keeping this a game anymore. Oh it was still very much a game but it was no holds barred now. The moment she let go completely would be the moment she was most alive and he wanted to see it. Wanted to feel it in the way she kissed and in the way that her body felt under his fingers.

Her hands slid against him, removing his coat, finding his skin. She seemed to be trying to posses him with her hands and he shivered slightly as the somewhat chilly wet air met his flesh. He'd forgotten entirely about the rain or the mud or the cool that was settling around them. Goosebumps were a small price to pay to feel her fingers on his skin.

She was so warm. Or maybe that was just an excuse to hold her a bit tighter, his hands slipping down from the small of her back to cup her bottom before continuing upward over her thighs until he found what he wanted right now. Nimbly his fingers found their way through the folds of wet material until he could feel her. Touch her. His palms grazed the flat plain of her stomach on their way to settling against her hips.

It looked like something almost predatory had awakened inside Lexie Grey. Dean was both impressed and entirely absorbed in her kisses. He'd let her lead this time, this was her set and he was enjoying every second of it. Her lips, soft and warm seemed to be everywhere all at once and he felt himself smiling continuously against them. He felt himself shiver again as her voice trailed softly from his mouth toward his ear. This time it wasn't from the cold. She was about to reach the point of no return with this Winchester.

He almost gasped when she broke the kiss, feeling like a spell had been momentarily broken as she spoke again. Asking him if he was going to bail on her this time. His recovery was flawless and he gave her a playful look. Like the Weevil had been his fault. "I think there might be a few things I need to do in town right now. I better be going."

He caught her up under the bottom again, this time lifting her slightly like he was going to dump her off his lap into the mud so he could stand up. Then he stopped and set her down on his lap again as if he'd thought better. "But you look cold. I'd better give you my shirt." He flashed her a smile and quickly peeled it away, offering it to her.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-02 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Her heart was beating in her ears and her brain was turned off completely. She was running on instinct. Plain and simple instict with a man who seemed to know just how to push her buttons. She could feel him reacting to her. Feel those tiny shivers and shudders and gasps. The material that seperated them may have been heavy with water but it had also been rendered skin tight leaving little if anything to the imagination.

He felt hot against her, a stark contrast to the now dwindling drizzle and it's accompanying gusts of wind. The gym was so close yet so far. The other residents of Vas Captio were all but forgotten, and she might as well have been in the on-call room at Seattle Grace, because her mind was so far from location and so honed on on the sensory that she could have been on the moon.

His hands danced long, slow trails from back to front and she found herself moving with that touch, a reactive rock of her hips on his lap as she tried to keep pace with his hands. She wanted them anywhere and everywhere all at once. Just like she wanted her lips and hands and skin to be everywhere against him. Anywhere against him.

"I better be going," he replied. He'd better not be She thought as she felt his hands again beneath her, lifteing, as her hands managed to not let go of his shoulders. He'd have to pry her off at this point. Though, she gasped playfully, joining along with his game. "I think they might need me in the gym," not that she made any move to indicate she'd actually go there.

He peeled off his shirt and Lexie maintained her rather ambiguous expression. She had half a mind to put the shirt on herself, to give him what he wanted, her in more layers. However, desire won out as she yanked her own scrub top up and over her head leaving her with the pink strap of her bra hanging limply alongside her shoulder. The flush across her chest indicative of her arousal. His shirt and hers were dropped haphazardly.

"I couldn't just take your shirt," she resisted the urge to cling to him, the heat that came rolling off of him in waves nearly too compelling to ignore as the goosbumps dotted her shoulders. Her lips curled into a small smirk to punctuate.

She'd brought the horse to water and now it was time to see if it was going to drink. Slowly she pawed at his chest, keeping her lips from his, preferring the slow, intimate dance of eye contact as her own dipped lower still with her hands to the barrier of his jeans where her thumbs dared to dip just below the waistband. "You know what girls do when they're cold, after all."

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