In for a pound [1/2]rhythmsextionApril 23 2011, 00:24:21 UTC
I fail at commentfic, guys. Me and brevity? We don't get along. Also, I apologize for any horrific misspellings and typos.
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They're drunk when it finally happens. Which is probably at least half the reason it happens at all, though Danneel's fairly sure it's been building for months now, and even without the alcohol, it would've happened at some point. Just a matter of time.
Jensen's left to grab more beer from the kitchen, leaving an empty space on the couch to Danneel's left and Jared practically sprawled over her on right. She's still not entirely sure how he got there, just a natural progression as the night wore on, she guesses. He smells like booze, cologne, and sweat. He smells clean and so fucking good and all she can do is turn into it, one hand reaching up to curl into his thick, dark hair.
"Fuck, Danni," Jared whispers against her mouth, shuddering slightly as his hand, warm and huge, drops to her side, one thumb pushing at the cotton of her t-shirt. "Shouldn't. Shouldn't want to
( ... )
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They're drunk when it finally happens. Which is probably at least half the reason it happens at all, though Danneel's fairly sure it's been building for months now, and even without the alcohol, it would've happened at some point. Just a matter of time.
Jensen's left to grab more beer from the kitchen, leaving an empty space on the couch to Danneel's left and Jared practically sprawled over her on right. She's still not entirely sure how he got there, just a natural progression as the night wore on, she guesses. He smells like booze, cologne, and sweat. He smells clean and so fucking good and all she can do is turn into it, one hand reaching up to curl into his thick, dark hair.
"Fuck, Danni," Jared whispers against her mouth, shuddering slightly as his hand, warm and huge, drops to her side, one thumb pushing at the cotton of her t-shirt. "Shouldn't. Shouldn't want to ( ... )
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