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THIS IS A DOM/SUB FIC PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH (yes, that means the 'mature for my age' fourteen years olds, I'm not playing with you) There were times when Dean got that itch under his skin, that need to not be the one in control, where would think about this moment. The moment he was under the weight of her gaze again. After the first few months, when the panic attacks and the excessive crying calmed down, after he could breathe normal again, he thought the effect had worn off. Like a detox from a drug he didn't know he was taking. He thought the temptation would disappear. Obviously that is not the case, because here he is, sighing into the warm evening air, already feeling utterly intoxicated in her presence. © all rights reserved Publish May, 2021
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