Nyssa started at the sound of something hitting the bathroom window. She had no idea how long she'd been there, Dean outside the door trying to convince her to come out. But she hadn't been able to face him, not after what they had done. Fantasizing had been one thing, but the reality of it had just plain overwhelmed her and when he had told her he'd forgotten to use a condom her brain had gone into overdrive and she'd locked herself away... and then she'd done something which she wasn't so sure was the right thing...
Flinging a wary look at the bathroom door she walked over to the window and dragged it open, then after sucking in a heavy breath she looked poked her head out the small window and searched the grounds dark grounds beneath her house until she saw a flash of blond.
"Luke?" She called, keeping her voice as low as possible, even though she was pretty sure Dean wouldn't hear through the buffer of the shower head, she didn't want to take the chance of being overheard.
"Hey, can you climb down?" Was the hushed reply that she heard.
Nyssa looked down at the pipes...hell she'd done this when she was a kid but she was a hell of a lot bigger now and the pipes might not be able to take her weight. She glanced back at the door. It was either down the pipes or out that door. Where Dean was still waiting for her.
Making up her mind she turned back to the window. "I'm coming."
"Just be careful."
It was trickier than she remembered, not to mention the damn robe always got in the way but she managed to climb down and thank her god that the pipes had held strong.
As she dropped down she fell straight into Luke's arms and she jerked in shock at the unexpected feel of his hands on the lower back of her thighs as her robe rode up and he was forced to hold tight to her. She threaded her arms around his neck and caught her breath as he slid her down the length of his body until her feet touched the cool grass. Wordlessly, Nyssa looked up at his shadowed face and found herself breathless... and it wasn't from the climb down.
"Wanna go?"
She nodded wordlessly and with one last look at the window of the house she allowed Luke to lead her away from the house.
* * *
She was sitting on one of Luke's kitchen stools at the counter, her hands wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate. She'd had a shower and Luke had leant her a t-shirt and some sweats, both of which hung off her small slender frame. Luke was leaning against the counter, watching her quietly.
"Thank you Luke..." she spoke in normal tones for the first time since arriving at his place, "for helping me out."
