Your hands like the squishy new curves. [She teased, smiling against his lips. then she giggled again, shaking her head.] So whenever I want to get you hot and bothered, all I need is a plaid skirt? [One finger snapped the elastic band at the top of a stocking she was still wearing.] And a pair of knee-highs?

[Dean wiggled teasingly, Sam still inside her.] Or just the stockings?