I know I already told you how much I loved this on twitter, but I just re-read it (because the tab was open and it was there, I'm weak!), and HOMFG. This:
Leon tugs at Dean’s shirt, hitches himself closer, higher, traps him against the creaking chair provided by the motel and gives and takes and kisses like he’s fighting, kisses like he’s dying. Kisses like he knows it’s the end of the world and he might as well go all in because there won’t be anything left when the fires burn out and the floods recede. Nothing to offer and nothing to take and nothing but bodies, unnamable, untraceable bodies.
Is what does me in. I can't even-- *flail!*
I hate to gush, I really do, 'cuz I know I hated it when people gushed over my stuff, but I WANT TO GUSH TO HARD. God, this was fantastic. Fan. FUCKING. Tastic.
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Date: 2011-01-29 03:26 am (UTC)Leon tugs at Dean’s shirt, hitches himself closer, higher, traps him against the creaking chair provided by the motel and gives and takes and kisses like he’s fighting, kisses like he’s dying. Kisses like he knows it’s the end of the world and he might as well go all in because there won’t be anything left when the fires burn out and the floods recede. Nothing to offer and nothing to take and nothing but bodies, unnamable, untraceable bodies.
Is what does me in. I can't even-- *flail!*
I hate to gush, I really do, 'cuz I know I hated it when people gushed over my stuff, but I WANT TO GUSH TO HARD. God, this was fantastic. Fan. FUCKING. Tastic.