"I don't mind being that kind of crazy." Angua stroked her fingers along Dean's jaw, her thumb across his cheekbone, trying to commit the way he looked at that moment to memory. "But I think your dessert's about to go to waste," she said with a faint smirk.
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Date: 2010-06-20 04:34 am (UTC)