Dexter had never misread a situation so bad in his life. You were hiccuping and crying over a sad movie he'd picked out. And in a futile attempt to comfort you.. He'd kneeled before you, kissing up your thighs lewdly before dipping his head under your skirt.

You were quick to interrupt him, fingers grasping his jaw, he looks up at you with the biggest puppy eyes you'd ever seen. Cheek pressed into your hand and chin against your thighs. Massive hands gripping your legs.

"I'm sorry, I just.. You've been so generous to me I wanted to.. return the favor."