Hhhmm,” Dean chokes out, shoving past the plates in frustration. “Duh,” he says softly, making sure to bump his cheek against Anna’s when he sits. He’s been rather impulsive lately, trying to take responsibility for Elsa when she hadn’t even wanted to be in the room with him. “Do I do it again?”
“Not until you say ‘yes’ first,” Anna says.
Elsa sighs, reaching for the empty coffee cup again. “Hmph.”
“She’s going to do everything she can to save me. I’m going to accept it.”
“You’re so selfish,” Elsa murmurs, the minute that Dean’s mouth closes on hers, he’s getting that slick
Hhh-h-h-hear, hmm…”
“Phear, I-I’m so b-blissful! To feel-to taste…”
“Is something up with you?”
“N-No, nothing’s wrong! Just that… I wanted to know.”
“Won’t you please hold on to me a bit longer?”
“Th-this isn’t right. I-I don’t want to be parted from you any-more.”
“Um… I feel the same way. H-Help me get closer to you. I want to feel your scent on my face…”
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