Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-09-27 02:13 pm
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(Continued from sws)
[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]
[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]
So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?
[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]
[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]
So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?
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[When she came, she fell forward, head on his shoulder and her hips slamming down hard against his. Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders to hold on, leaving scratches behind.]
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Love you, Dean... God.
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[He brushed his lips to hers again.] Especially if you keep pulling out costumes, Dean... I mean, that's not fair, dude.
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[Dean wiggled teasingly, Sam still inside her.] Or just the stockings?
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[He rolled his eyes.] Anymore, I think you just need to show up, Dean. But skirt didn't hurt-
[He paused, breath hitching a little when she wiggled on his lap.] Mm, God, Dean... Yeah, okay, that - wouldn't be bad either.
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Just remember, for the next twenty-nine days or so, when you're coming home form class? If you're bringing anybody with you, call ahead. [She leaned in and whispered in his ear.] I might be naked, fingering myself, and waiting for you.
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[He paused when she leaned in, whispering against his ear. God... if he hadn't just had one mindblowing orgasm, he'd probably already be hard again just from those words and the mental images that followed.] Mmm, God, Dean... then don't expect me to be bringing people home too often. [Be a shame to waste that kind of greeting...]
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