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        Greeted with a kiss, since for the first time          in their relationship, Dean is waiting for Stuart         rather than the other way around. Warm hands,          soft lips and fond affection in the curve of his          smile. 

         It's a fury released then, an immediate whirlwind of movement, of need, as hands find the intern under the thighs, bring him up to the desk of whoevers office they're in and let papers fly with the momentum of their kiss. Stolen, like every other moment, like the heat of the body he pulls so close, the thighs he fits between like they're home. The breath he steals lie he has a right to it, licking past those lips to work a myriad of noises from them, until those glasses are askew and the beanie knocked off. 

A turn-on specific to one person; When Stuart winks. Don't ask him why or how, considering he hates when anyone else does it. But god damn, that boy. 

                           "A witch. I was fifteen, still a virgin. She needed a sacrifice.                            We decided I'd be the bait, but she was smarter than we thought.                            My old man found me in time, but obviously not unscathed."

            ❝ Well if it isn't Stilinski, you even changed                  your wardrobe and put glasses on huh?                  I'm glad you finally decided to look good                  for once and threw your T R A S H away. ❞

               the smile is rare, and so is the soft tone in which she's speaking. but it's a somewhat nice day outside, and she has nowhere to go.

    "Can I have a hug?"