Dean exhales something that feels like gratitude, as much for the joke as for everything that came before it, and kisses her throat. "I got blown up," he says, pleasantly worn out but calmer now, "cut me some slack."
He winces, still sensitive skin tingling as he pulls out of her, his muscles tired but enjoying their reprieve. Faye's a mess when he looks up at her, and gloriously so, eyes bright over her flushed cheeks, mussed violet hair falling everywhere. Dean almost wants to start all over again, but her body must be sore, propped up against the wall like that. Dean curls his hands over her hips and starts to ease her down. "Elevator sex," he chuckles, "haven't done that in a while."
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Date: 2011-10-23 08:02 pm (UTC)He winces, still sensitive skin tingling as he pulls out of her, his muscles tired but enjoying their reprieve. Faye's a mess when he looks up at her, and gloriously so, eyes bright over her flushed cheeks, mussed violet hair falling everywhere. Dean almost wants to start all over again, but her body must be sore, propped up against the wall like that. Dean curls his hands over her hips and starts to ease her down. "Elevator sex," he chuckles, "haven't done that in a while."