Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully at his response, both physical and verbal. She could feel the tension beneath her hands, practically taste the practiced mental focus that shrugged off the lightest touch of desire. A cold, calculating smile played at the corner of her lips at the change. The difference between the pup and the hound.
The question then, of course, became how to turn from one to the other, and back again. She broke contact and leaned back against the counter as she picked up the half-empty glass of bourbon, scrutinizing Dean with intelligent grey eyes. "And then it's over?"
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Date: 2011-03-30 12:56 am (UTC)The question then, of course, became how to turn from one to the other, and back again. She broke contact and leaned back against the counter as she picked up the half-empty glass of bourbon, scrutinizing Dean with intelligent grey eyes. "And then it's over?"