Шикарный винцестный фик от Майгры, к творчеству которой я отношусь с большой осторожностью, ибо помню, как однажды ее длиннющий фик(я его часа три читала, наверное) довел меня до депрессии. Но тут-ооо, как замечательно!
читать дальшеSam's mouth is as hot and greedy as the flames he's been saved from, the flash of a smile in teeth and eyes enough to blind Dean sometimes. Months after he's left California the brown kiss of sun on Sam's skin still lingers, like it's not ready to let go yet, maybe never, and Dean's marked all the places on Sam's body the sun hasn't with teeth and tongue and the occasional bruise.
Their first time was all instinct and no finesse and less like love and sex than trying to find some way in which they didn't fit together and failing miserably at it.
On any given night in any given town, on any given bed, or floor, or on blankets under the stars, Dean will write his name on the skin of Sam's back with his fingertips and say his name like it's a secret, and Sam will brand his promises on Dean's chest with lips and touches and know everything that watches them can see it even if the people they meet and save never do. They know there's life after death of a sorts and sometimes death before life actually ends.
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