Pressing her lips tightly together to stave off the reply that's just waiting on the tip of her tongue, Faye simply shoots him a look, reaches for his belt and tugs him sharply closer, buckling it for him— an equal exchange. Since their first meeting, even alcohol-stained as it was, Faye's always thought of Dean as a romantic, and tonight only seems to prove it, the look on his face so out of place in their surroundings, dark and dingy, gritty. It's only the rust of the bathysphere that keeps her from bolting, the ability to try and ignore it all, right down to the way her heart beats sharply against her chest, aching even through the fatigue.
She could listen to such flattery for years and years, if only she could believe that it'd last so long.
"What, you want to announce to the whole world that we just did it in an elevator?" she asks, tone teasing as she raises a hand to brush away some of the smudged dirt on his cheek, careful to avoid the cuts.
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:58 am (UTC)She could listen to such flattery for years and years, if only she could believe that it'd last so long.
"What, you want to announce to the whole world that we just did it in an elevator?" she asks, tone teasing as she raises a hand to brush away some of the smudged dirt on his cheek, careful to avoid the cuts.