"Don't have to know it was an elevator," Dean returns with a tired but cheeky smile, his skin tender beneath her fingertips. "Could've been any number of places down here."
He lifts a hand, smooths down the tumble of her hair himself just to feel it, and smiles again. "Good as new. And if not, you can tell anybody who asks we had a tussle. Wouldn't be a lie."
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:04 am (UTC)He lifts a hand, smooths down the tumble of her hair himself just to feel it, and smiles again. "Good as new. And if not, you can tell anybody who asks we had a tussle. Wouldn't be a lie."