Her shirt.

I looked at my blouse and sighed. During the tumble, the buttons had _conveniently _all popped off, letting my shirt flap open loosely and exposing my pale skin and bra underneath. Dean looked away like the gentleman he was while I tucked my shirt in and pulled it closed.

"You can look now." I said while rolling my eyes.

He smiled innocently at me, "Just because you can get away with it, doesn't mean I'm going to ogle you."

I bit my lip and said, "But... what if I want you to?"

Now it was his turn to flush and sputter a little, "Oh, well I um... Can I be honest Taylor?"

I tried not to frown, and gave a silent nod. Dean sighed, "If things are going to get intimate, I want us to know each other a bit better. Maybe its because of the whole..." he gestured at his head, "Ya know. But the difference between pure lust and genuine love is... beautiful. It makes it hard to go, to paraphrase a friend, 'full horny mode'."

He paused and looked at me, and made an effort not to smile. I was biting my lips, and rocking from foot to foot. God what a stroke of luck it was meeting him. I was a little disappointed by what was essentially him asking me to wait, but I had... other, means of satisfying those urges.

"Alright, I understa-ack!"

Dean grabbed me suddenly, jerking me out of the way of another oncoming bicyclist. There was a loud tearing sound as the seams along my blouse suddenly gave way and my shirt came free in his hands. Dean's face turned a bright red as he realized what he'd done, even as I stood there wearing only a skirt and bra now. My skirt hung loosely on my hips, the waistband torn from the sudden removal of my shirt. I had to keep pulling it up to hide my panties, though the burning itching made me **** to do so.

I sighed and grabbed the ruined shirt from his hands and stuffed it in my purse, "Like I said, Dean. One way or another, you are going to see me naked before the end of today."