Dean stared down at the sheets, mouth hanging open in a shallow pant. There'd been a moment, one startled but relieved moment when he was sure that whatever she was jabbing at him wasn't going in.
But then it did. Couldn't have been more than a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to make Dean push up on his elbows, struggling to see without forcing it inside him any further. Whatever she was doing back there, he was already stretched to the point of a dull, aching pain. "Angua, what? What is that?"
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Date: 2009-10-07 03:33 am (UTC)But then it did. Couldn't have been more than a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to make Dean push up on his elbows, struggling to see without forcing it inside him any further. Whatever she was doing back there, he was already stretched to the point of a dull, aching pain. "Angua, what? What is that?"