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I'll treasure it forever.
[ Cas lips on his skin also sends his pulse racing, blood roaring in his veins. He pushes a hand into his hair, keeping him there; mark his skin like you marked his ribs, like you marked his shoulder, like you marked his soul. ]
I'm more than up for this.