He can hear her shouting, but it's a long moment before Dean can understand her, everything between his ears white noise since she smacked him hard enough his vision burst into a sea of dancing stars. He comes back to himself with a rush of adrenaline racing down his spine, his every nerve on high alert and his heart not far behind, a lump of something sore and aching in his throat when he goes to swallow.
"Yeah," he says, not embarrassed so much as surprised to feel wetness at the corners of his eyes when he blinks. Yeah, he gets wanting to feel something, but if it feels like this, like fear and desperation and a near unstoppable need to scream, he thinks he might take it back. He should say something now, demand - or ask, what the fuck ever - that she let him get her topside, at the very least watch her back, but he can't seem to form the words. Can't seem to do much of anything, actually, but stand there, thinking about how full and dark her lips are even in the deep of Rapture.
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Date: 2011-07-17 06:21 am (UTC)"Yeah," he says, not embarrassed so much as surprised to feel wetness at the corners of his eyes when he blinks. Yeah, he gets wanting to feel something, but if it feels like this, like fear and desperation and a near unstoppable need to scream, he thinks he might take it back. He should say something now, demand - or ask, what the fuck ever - that she let him get her topside, at the very least watch her back, but he can't seem to form the words. Can't seem to do much of anything, actually, but stand there, thinking about how full and dark her lips are even in the deep of Rapture.