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skipped3rdgrade ([info]skipped3rdgrade) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-29 11:30:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 13, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: forest, location: gym, open

Day 13: 11AM, Woods near the Gym
Who: Lexie Grey, Dean Winchester, OTA
When: Day 13, 8AM
Where: The Forest near the gym
Rating: TBD

Status: Complete

Rolling over on her cot Lexie reflexively tugged up the top of her blanket expecting to feel the breeze on her face at any moment courtesy of the fractured ceiling. She also expected the feeling of the sunshine beating on the backs of her eyelids or the feeling of dew on the exposed bit of canvas beneath her bare feet. Hell, she'd really been ready to feel the twinge in her shoulder as her body weight moved and manipulated the seperation between tendons and bones. No pain came. Lexie's eyes snapped open, half expecting to find herself locked up some place, or without an arm, or without any light at all. Instead, she was in the gym. A gym that was quiet and dark and <i>whole</i> The sun hadn't been up for long at all; and it looked like everyone else was still quite asleep. But, they were all there.

Lexie rolled her shoulder, playing with her range of motion. She could hardly keep quiet as she pulled off the sling and threw it on the floor. She wanted to burn the damned thing. She wanted to burn the whole damned place down! With bare feet she hurried between the rows of cots, down the hallway that was so very familiar and arrived at her room. Her un mistakable room. Dean's flowers were still sitting on the window sill, the cot with the extra padding of cushions was still quite right with the shelves as they should have been, too. Lexie actually gasped. It was all, alright. She knew she hadn't have dreamed all of that; but, yet it all seemed surreal with everything put back in it's place. 

Running at full speed back to her cot she pulled on her sneakers. She wouldn't be spending one more minute in this gym. No, she had to get out and breathe. She had to see if everything had been restored. <i>Everything.</i>

Popping out the double doors she was greeted with righted trees and pristine pavement. With facades she knew so well and a serenity that only accompanied early morning. Sure, the sky was dark; but, what did it matter? Everything had been fixed. Everything was OK. She was OK. She didn't know how, but she was!

Lexie started to run, the blood on her scrubs non-existant, it being the only trace that she'd ever been injured at all. There was the pharmacy and the thrift shop. The Theater and the clock tower. Everything seemed to be back. Less than a run now, Lexie was dancing. She veered off, into the woods, coming around full circle with flushed cheeks. With a thunderclap the sky opened up and raindrops thick and heavy started to pelt her. Lexie stopped, looking up at the sky, laughing. 

"Is that it?! A thunderstorm?" She taunted. There was laughter in her voice, genuine, real laughter. 


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[info]skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-02 01:13 pm UTC (link)
Chaste was an understatement. Even in the pharmacy where things had really started to materialize Dean had only really made it to first base, and then it was only all too brief before the Weevil had shown up and made thier lives miserable. Well, perhaps not miserable; perhaps just paused. Lexie wanted to get back there, to that moment of desire and hunger and need. She wanted to feel that rush as he'd plucked her up off her feet and carried her out into the wind.

Dean pulled her down on top of him, his lap turning into a seat of sorts, his hand a securing force that held her crushed against him, which is right where she wanted to be. She felt his hand, heavy on the small of her back and it only enticed her, making her arch into it, the rest of her moving in a slow undulating fashion.

It wasn't enough for her to be able to feel the heat coming from his palms or the warmth of his breath as it ran down her throat over the slicked, exposed skin. No, she wanted to feel that skin that she'd only had hints of before. Sensory memory was a powerful thing for Lexie Grey and she had quite the picture in her mind of how the bare flesh of his back felt against her kneading fingertips and how the muscles of his chest moved beneath her palms when there'd been no fabric to seperate them.

Roughly her hands pushed off his coat, the waterladen jacket landing with a wet impact upon the mud behind him. Her grasp was now headed beneath his shirt, trailing at the threshold between denim and cotton before her hands claimed his skin for their own. She was pulling, squeezing, pressing her hands into his back, her nails left out of the equation as her touch screamed of consumption.

If the ball was in her court then Lexie just went for a slam dunk, because she wasn't backing down. He wanted to know what she wanted? She wanted to feel the entire length of his skin pressed against hers, that's what she wanted. She tried not to let it trouble her that he didn't seem to be quite as insistant as he'd been before. It was like he was tentative. He wanted pushed, she'd push then.

The kiss was broken, rocking backward slightly so that her weight was further back. Her fingernails dragged a little as she blinked a few times, catching her breath and regaining her focus. "Candy bars, weevils, earthquakes, and thunderstorms. I think you're running out of distractions and excuses here," she mumbled this into his lips, his cheek, his ear, his throat as her lips savored the feeling of his skin beneath them. "You gonna go and jump ship on me again, Winchester?" Her hands swept forward to the front of him beneath the material of his shirt. One word and she'd lift it off. Promise.

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