Dean responded more to her touch, and his kisses became fervent. His groans were muffled and his hands clenched, sliding up and down her arms. He wasn't sure how, but when she was close to him, bodies molding together, and his blood heated with lust, it's like what he had been seeking in all those women. Those other hunts where he was free, doing what was right. There was no hole in his soul, and he felt more alive than he had in years. Not since hell, not since the Apocalypse, and he wanted to drink it all down like the smoothest whiskey. He wanted her, wanted to take her, and give her everything.
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Date: 2011-03-31 03:42 am (UTC)