[She does, and then she makes her way around the other side and slides into the passenger's side. She reaches into the footwell and picking up a wrapped box he size of a shoebox, that she then passes over to him.]
Merry Christmas.
[Inside the wrapped box, is a series of cassette tapes, all of Dean's personal favorites - or at least marked as such. She found a lot of the ones she was looking for on eBay but there was some she couldn't, so she recorded them onto blank tapes from her phone.]
I know they wear out, so I asked Sam if there were any that you hadn't had the chance to replace yet. He gave me a list.
[And she will then tap the last one on the end. This is another one the blank tapes, but it's not marked with anything that gives away what songs are on it.]
And then I was left to my own devices, so I also made you a mixtape.
( He leans over to get a look at the box before accepting it. He unwraps a little more methodically then you'd expect him to, he has his fastidious sides, and untops the box. Shit. He flicks through, pushing one tape against another as he reads the spines.
He pulls the blank one out, turning it over in his hand.
Oh. Shit. Mixtape. One of his love languages. Shit. He looks at her again. She did damn good. Leaning in, he hopes she'll do the same so he can give her a sweet thank you kiss. Because, damn. She deserves that and more. )
[She kisses him back, thumb brushing gently against the line of his jaw, and when he pulls back, her smile widens. She's willing to admit that this is the one she had been the most nervous about, which is why it was last. But it seems that it's worked out.]
[She is definitely good for more kissing. In fact she will gently remove the tapes from his lap to allow her to get closer and the party can get on without them for a while.
Someone will come to deflate the bubble later so might as well enjoy it while they got it.]
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( Or, again. Something else. Something that can be touched or enjoyed. Life is so abstract. And, sometimes, isn't enjoyed.
He gives her a look, but does as asked, putting all arms and legs inside the vehicle. She's going to close it behind him, obviously. )
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Merry Christmas.
[Inside the wrapped box, is a series of cassette tapes, all of Dean's personal favorites - or at least marked as such. She found a lot of the ones she was looking for on eBay but there was some she couldn't, so she recorded them onto blank tapes from her phone.]
I know they wear out, so I asked Sam if there were any that you hadn't had the chance to replace yet. He gave me a list.
[And she will then tap the last one on the end. This is another one the blank tapes, but it's not marked with anything that gives away what songs are on it.]
And then I was left to my own devices, so I also made you a mixtape.
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He pulls the blank one out, turning it over in his hand.
Oh. Shit. Mixtape. One of his love languages. Shit. He looks at her again. She did damn good. Leaning in, he hopes she'll do the same so he can give her a sweet thank you kiss. Because, damn. She deserves that and more. )
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I did good?
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( Now that they have the time and space to themselves, he will continue the kissing for a bit. You thought you only get one? You do not! )
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Someone will come to deflate the bubble later so might as well enjoy it while they got it.]