Supernatural drabble: Smell (Falling Headlock Over Heels)
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Author's note: I stole this prompt from the spn_30snapshots table 1: Elemental. Maaaybe I'll steal some more.
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Mary caught John in a headlock for staring at her cleavage. John wasn't agreeable to the skill of Mary's headlock--she would have put the schoolyard bully to shame--but the headlock provided John with a good view of the slope of Mary's butt.
She leaned down, blonde hair shining in the light overhead, and breathed like an angel of death into the shell of his ear (indeed, all he had heard was a wooshing in his head like the ocean). Her scent--sweet and cloying--enveloped them. It had made John's head fill and his body buck, muscles cording, with a vicious, sibilant sneeze.
Mary wasn't impressed with John's bodily contents, but she let him up, even held her hand out to help him up. Their shadows must have given fate an idea because a year later John and Mary found themselves in the same position.
Author's note: I stole this prompt from the spn_30snapshots table 1: Elemental. Maaaybe I'll steal some more.
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Mary caught John in a headlock for staring at her cleavage. John wasn't agreeable to the skill of Mary's headlock--she would have put the schoolyard bully to shame--but the headlock provided John with a good view of the slope of Mary's butt.
She leaned down, blonde hair shining in the light overhead, and breathed like an angel of death into the shell of his ear (indeed, all he had heard was a wooshing in his head like the ocean). Her scent--sweet and cloying--enveloped them. It had made John's head fill and his body buck, muscles cording, with a vicious, sibilant sneeze.
Mary wasn't impressed with John's bodily contents, but she let him up, even held her hand out to help him up. Their shadows must have given fate an idea because a year later John and Mary found themselves in the same position.