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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Dean watched her mouth as she drank from the glass for the toast. She used it very prettily and he looked a little blank for a long moment until she stepped closer to him, leaning in to softly sniff and kiss his cheek. He knew he had a simple, clean smell. Soap and the vague scent of spice. It was signature and never let him down.

He chuckled then at her sneakiness; she'd found a way to get very close and he was breathing her in, momentarily closing his eyes and chuckling again. "Naughty girl," he muttered.

He patted his lapel where she'd attached the rose and recovered his former control. Offering his arm to her, he inclined his head toward the door. "I think your pizza awaits, Ms. Sanders. Shall we?"