[ there's a hint of laugh in his voice, when he speaks. a question like that was to be expected. wasn't it?
after all, it would only be fair to offer him hints; whether it was actually in words or...well, it could be otherwise. but not yet. no, no not yet. the heat of flushed cheeks and the soft sigh that escapes at the sensation of fingers on flesh - all the more warm than they had been through the fabric. ]
Ah - one hand is growing warmer, while the other is starting to draw a bit cold.
[ yes - a game of hot and cold. childish, probably, but it would work. it wouldn't give too much away if it went like that; allowed Dean more to the challenge, in a way. ]
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after all, it would only be fair to offer him hints; whether it was actually in words or...well, it could be otherwise. but not yet. no, no not yet. the heat of flushed cheeks and the soft sigh that escapes at the sensation of fingers on flesh - all the more warm than they had been through the fabric. ]
Ah - one hand is growing warmer, while the other is starting to draw a bit cold.
[ yes - a game of hot and cold. childish, probably, but it would work. it wouldn't give too much away if it went like that; allowed Dean more to the challenge, in a way. ]