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Fourth floor common room, Saturday afternoon

Sometimes the best way to spend a day was sacked out on a couch with all kinds of junk food watching really bad horror movies. Dean had decided that today was such a day. So here he was ensconced on the couch in the common room surrounded by lots of snacks that were really bad for him, watching a movie on Sci Fi that was so bad he was halfway certain that forcing someone to watch it would be labelled a crime against humanity.

Just what he'd wanted.

[ooc: open like an open CR]

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"I never turn down the company of a pretty girl," Dean said.

She laughed. "Good to know."

"One of my rules of life," Dean joked.

"Well, I'm going to take full advantage of it," Peyton said with a smile. "I rather like your company myself."

"Lucky me."

She ducked her head, laughing and blushing at the same time. "Careful," she said. "You'll give a girl ideas."

"That's kinda what I'm hoping," Dean said with an eyebrow waggle.

"Seriously? Because I've kind of been... thinking about... stuff," she said with a smile.

"Interesting stuff?"

"I think so."

Dean turned to fully face her and leaned a little closer. "Care to share?"

"Like... how well you kiss..."

Dean smiled slightly, leaning even closer. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling over at him. "I've been thinking about it. Wondering if it was really as good as I remembered."

"Well there's one way to find out," Dean offered.

"I suppose there is," she agreed. "And if it is that good..."

Dean closed the rest of the distance between them and kissed her.

She grinned into the kiss. "Mmmm... got something to prove?"

"Nah," Dean said. "I just always try to do my best."

She slid a hand up into his hair. "Your best is pretty damn good. Makes a girl want more, if you know what I mean."

"I get the gist yeah," Dean said, between teasing kisses, sliding a hand over to curl around her waist.

Peyton moved in closer, wanting to feel him against her. "Always did like a smart guy," she murmured against his lips.

"Yeah? What else do you like?"

"The way you feel against me."

"Always happy to oblige," Dean said, pulling her closer.

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