They land sprawled together, and despite it all, Dean's first instinct is to make a joke, mouth open and headed for some throwaway lewdness to dispel the fact that they're still surrounded, but then her lips are on his. Her mouth is sweet and warm and gone almost as quick, and in the beat between Dean draws a breath, only half-gathered before she kisses him again.
God help him, the sound Dean makes is less grunt than groan, contact he's been starved for suddenly freely offered, and he doesn't care if it's meant to distract, to punish, to shut him up. It feels good, and so does she, and when they part Dean's dazed and gasping, taking the hand she offers with startled eyes that only grow wider when she dispatches the nearest Splicer with a deadly blast from her Glock.
"Okay," says Dean, swiping his forearm over his mouth before he grabs another twisted body before it can leap, drags it down and close enough that he can crack his fist over cheekbone and jaw. "That works, too."
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Date: 2011-07-29 10:17 pm (UTC)God help him, the sound Dean makes is less grunt than groan, contact he's been starved for suddenly freely offered, and he doesn't care if it's meant to distract, to punish, to shut him up. It feels good, and so does she, and when they part Dean's dazed and gasping, taking the hand she offers with startled eyes that only grow wider when she dispatches the nearest Splicer with a deadly blast from her Glock.
"Okay," says Dean, swiping his forearm over his mouth before he grabs another twisted body before it can leap, drags it down and close enough that he can crack his fist over cheekbone and jaw. "That works, too."