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[dudeimbatman]

When; Sunday evening
Rating; Light R because Donna is a floosey :D
Characters; Donna Noble stopbleepingme & Dean Winchester dudeimbatman
Summary; They've put Sam to bed (so sorry Sam) and are enjoying some 'kid' free time
Log;

Dean walks in from the kitchen. He's carrying another glass of wine and a beer for himself. He sits down on the couch next to Donna and passes her the glass. He's barefoot, wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

"Thought we'd never get Sammy to sleep tonight. He's having one of those days."

There are candles lit and the tv is off. It's Dean's version of romantic, okay? Or more than likely, Donna's version of romantic. Dean wouldn't think about the candles, but he likes them.

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[stopbleepingme]

They are her favourite candles, Dean. You bought them for her last week, why don't you remember these things? Donna props her legs up over his, crossing them carefully, so she doesn't knock the bottle out of his hand.

"Oh, it's good for him to fuss like that. Reminds me of someone I know, anyway..." and that statement is punctuated with a little prod in the ribs via a bare Donna-Noble-toe.

[dudeimbatman]

Dean chuckles because he can't argue with that. He grabs her foot, rubbing his thumb in circles in the arch of her foot.

"Hey now, I don't fuss. I make damn good points."

[stopbleepingme]

"Hah!" Donna lets her head fall back with that oh so pointed laugh. "You make points, but their merit is questionable to say the least."

She's not about to discourage a foot rub. In fact let's face it; this is Donna pushing her foot into his hand more. Part of her is thinking about Lee and how they were just doing something similar recently; but it couldn't be recently, since she and Dean have had Sam so long. Another sip, and she plops her glass on the endtable before leaning forward toward Dean. "You're better when you're talking less, you know."

[dudeimbatman]

Yeah, he pretty much figured she'd do that. He snorts a little at her comment.

"Good luck with that, Darlin'."

Dean doesn't shut up unless something is seriously wrong beyond his ability to joke his way out of it or he's completely content and is afraid one wrong breath will ruin it.

[stopbleepingme]

"Just jealous of my big ol' brain now, you can't deny it."

She's not done prodding at him, though. Another shot at him, an attempt to get into his ribs and get him to squirm. Donna likes that, that Dean fights back with all that heart; even just to show that he will.

[dudeimbatman]

Dean can't stop fighting back even to save his life. He squirms and grabs her foot tighter, pulling her across the couch closer to him.

"'Cause everyone knows that a chick's brain is what really turns me on."

He's going to waggle his eyebrows at her and lean across to kiss her.