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Swim the Laughing Sea
Supernatural
John/Mary; PG
100 words
A/N: For the "Achilles' heel" prompt at 100_ghosts.
"Don't touch me," Mary grumps, rolling away from him. "I'm not talking to you."
"Babe, c'mon." John snuggles against her back, warm and solid and good-smelling. The hair on his chest is shower-damp, tickling her shoulder blades. "I said I was sorry." His fingers brush her hair off her neck, ghost over her collarbone.
She squirms around to face him, wanting to stay angry, trying to remember why she was in the first place. But he's smiling that smile, that teeth-and-dimples grin that gets her every time, and she laughs as she gives in, gives up, lets him kiss her.
Supernatural
John/Mary; PG
100 words
A/N: For the "Achilles' heel" prompt at 100_ghosts.
"Don't touch me," Mary grumps, rolling away from him. "I'm not talking to you."
"Babe, c'mon." John snuggles against her back, warm and solid and good-smelling. The hair on his chest is shower-damp, tickling her shoulder blades. "I said I was sorry." His fingers brush her hair off her neck, ghost over her collarbone.
She squirms around to face him, wanting to stay angry, trying to remember why she was in the first place. But he's smiling that smile, that teeth-and-dimples grin that gets her every time, and she laughs as she gives in, gives up, lets him kiss her.