A lack of scars would have been surprising. Nadine watches with equal interest as Dean tosses aside his shirt. No, nothing that's revealed is a surprise but it is a very nice view. Well defined muscles and old wounds that both speak to the manner of life he lives. It's exciting.

Despite what she's come to know and understand, there's still something about dangerous men that excites her. Especially when she knows she, specifically, has absolutely nothing to fear from them. When hands so often turned to death and destruction and bloody business are gentle and tender on her skin.

It makes her feel special.

She lets out a little pleased gasp when Dean grabs her and pulls her close, pressing eagerly into him. The feel of warm flesh against warm flesh, her breasts flush against his chest, it sends another little shudder through her. Her hands move over his body, pausing for her fingers to trace each ridge and dip of old - and not so old - scar she finds. There's a story for each one, even if she doesn't know them. Together they tell a very clear story, even without details.

Lifting her head she kisses his jaw, his neck. The scent of him overwhelms her pleasantly, scented soap and that masculine musk beneath. She presses her mouth close to his ear, her breathing heavy.

"I want you."