"H-hi," Dean stutters, stupid with the hot bolt of pleasure that courses through him at her sudden touch, all the blood he might have used crafting a more eloquent reply surging downwards, hardening him in the loose circle of her hand. Even after everything, after the kiss, a part of him hadn't believed that this would happen, that she'd go for it, but she has, and Dean makes a shivery but steady effort to get his shit together. He might be a sadbastard shell of the man he used to be, but he still knows how to show a lady a good time, goddammit.
His hands shake when he lifts them, but he gets the one button of her shirt undone, nearly losing his knees all over again when it comes open just like that. "Faye," he says again, and he knows he sounds a little too eager, too desperate, but he's been alone for so long now, not wanting anyone for months, but here underground, surrounded by death and danger and Faye, Dean feels alive again.
"God," he exhales, unable to resist a moment longer, one hand curving around the heavy weight of her breast, the other at the back of her neck to steady her when Dean seals his mouth over hers, hungry for her in each and every way he can get.
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Date: 2011-07-31 04:39 am (UTC)His hands shake when he lifts them, but he gets the one button of her shirt undone, nearly losing his knees all over again when it comes open just like that. "Faye," he says again, and he knows he sounds a little too eager, too desperate, but he's been alone for so long now, not wanting anyone for months, but here underground, surrounded by death and danger and Faye, Dean feels alive again.
"God," he exhales, unable to resist a moment longer, one hand curving around the heavy weight of her breast, the other at the back of her neck to steady her when Dean seals his mouth over hers, hungry for her in each and every way he can get.