Dean lay on his face, dragging in long, wet breaths against the wad of sheets pressed up against him. Feeling the dildo slip out of him was almost as foreign as when he'd felt it go in, body empty now and still shivering in tiny, spent firings of nerves.
He reached out a hand, not even knowing where Angua was on the bed anymore, where he was, and found her knee.
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Date: 2009-10-21 01:46 am (UTC)He reached out a hand, not even knowing where Angua was on the bed anymore, where he was, and found her knee.