Dean gets his jeans back around his hips and forgets the rest, too caught up in the sight of her trying to put herself back together. His buckle clanks as he moves, takes the yellow pieces of her shirt in his hands and fastens it whole again. "Stop fussin'," he says, mouth as loose as the rest of him. "You look gorgeous and you know it."
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:47 am (UTC)