You're not a car either Baby. At least, not anymore. [Dana points out.] But whatever you are, I love you.
[Smiling as Baby leaned back into her now much wider and sturdier body, she curled her arms around him after she had his bra done, hugging him close and shifting to catch his mouth instead for a proper kiss.] I know.
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Sighing as she received one last, chaste kiss, Dana nodded and moved to scoop up Baby's leather jacket to shrug on.] This is still fucked up.
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[Baby slid the shirt on, then a pair of shorts, tossing Dana's hair over his shoulder. That was interesting, the long hair. It swished behind him, moved when he did.] When are our lives not?
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[Despite their...predicament, Dana had to admit, it was damn nice to be somewhat normal with her husband again. As normal as a day in the Winchester's lives could be, but them, happy, flirting. That heavy weight that seemed to have been holding her down for so long seemed gone, no longer crushing, as if she could happily walk on light feet again. God, did she hope it lasted.
Dana watched with a quirked brow as Baby dressed, in her body. Her/his hips swayed and her body stretched and Dana let out a low whistle, fairly amused mostly.] I should be in magazines. The very least pornos. You know how rich I'd be?
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[Baby was glad they were better too. He didn't know how much longer he could have taken the separation without going crazy.
He raised an eyebrow and grabbed Dana's shirt collar, pulling her down towards him. It would have been a more impressive move if he were in his own body, with the height he had over her.] Only if I'm your co-star.
I thought we'd established, [Baby brushed his lips over Dana's jaw.] We don't share.
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Humming as his lips brush her jaw, she reaches out, closing her hands around his hips and drawing him in more flush against her body.]
Of course you'd be my co-star. Don't want anybody but you Baby.
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Pulling back for breath after a moment, she nudges her nose against his.] This has to be some form of extreme vanity or somethin'. I'm making out with myself.
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[Baby leans up, running his fingers over Dana's muscles, up the side of her neck to cup her cheek.]
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Probably a combination of both. You do always make me rather insatiable, no matter the situation.
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[Smirking, her hands slip down suddenly, cupping Baby's ass and hauling him in tighter against her body.]
...we just got dressed Baby. You wanna ruin all that effort just to get in my pants?
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[Baby arcs against Dana, pressing against her, slotting their hips together. He finds the lack of dick disconcerting, pressing into him instead of him pressing it against Dana.]
I believe they're my pants. And yes. I definitely would.
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What you're saying is, you want me to fuck you with your own cock. Just so you know.
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The big deal is that you have an amazing cock and it feels damn fucking amazing when it's inside of me.
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