[She is so close to him now, still standing at the alter. It feels more like summer, things blooming to life. His words make her laugh, and she pushes against his chest lightly.]
That is terrible, Dean Winchester. [But clearly there's a flush to her a cheeks, a want at being so sacrilegious herself. She could never get away with such a thing back home. But here? Hands on his shirt, she pulls him back to her so she can kiss him again. Despite admonishing him, she likes the idea of knowing what he might have fantasized about before and whether or not she can give him that.]
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That is terrible, Dean Winchester. [But clearly there's a flush to her a cheeks, a want at being so sacrilegious herself. She could never get away with such a thing back home. But here? Hands on his shirt, she pulls him back to her so she can kiss him again. Despite admonishing him, she likes the idea of knowing what he might have fantasized about before and whether or not she can give him that.]