"Well I do try," he had to laugh. "More of a compliment really," Jaime peppered a few light kisses along Dean's mouth, "Or a thank you. Didn't think I'd ever see someone OK with all the weird."

His hands travelled over Deans chest and stomach, exploring more out of interest than sexual intent. They settled for running up and down his hips, coming close to dipping inbetween his legs but always returning to feel along those abs. "Do you sleep with aliens often?"