"I don't fear much of anything." Capture, he sort of feared capture. But only because it would mean an end to his life and the things that he did, and he did so enjoy his life and the things that he did. He had no desire to give them up. So he didn't want to be caught. He knew he deserved to be. Deserved to be put away. Paraded around on trial. Put to death, even.
Dexter moved to stand just when she said that she wanted to get off the sidewalk, but then her hand was on his collar. It felt as if she were going to kiss him. On any other day he would have found it weird. Awkward. He didn't do things like this. Sex didn't matter to him. He actually found that he didn't care one whit about it. It was messy, it was human. He was not. He generally avoided such things that might lead up to it, because then he would be expected to want it.
But now? Now he was eager for her lips on his. He leaned to meet her. Not at all awkward or wondering what he should be doing. It felt natural, which in and of itself felt unnatural.
But he couldn't let that bother him right now.
She was here, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. That's all that mattered.
Dexter placed a hand softly on the side of her face as they met. The kiss filled with more intensity than he'd ever known his whole life. Oh yes, he thought he could share many a thing with this woman. This Baba. This female whom he'd only just met but was intensely in love with.