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Help: I hear the clock to midnight tichettare
O_o Ok, first of all, I have a great breath.
Well, I breathed! And now that has enough oxygen can say: Happy Birthday, BARBIEEE! \u0026lt;3
You're a wonderful person, really. However, this will tell you all: it is impossible not to. You are always available, kind, understanding. GOOD. And I appreciate the goodness in others;)
Now that I have listed your strengths by "soggettona" step-by-one you like: you're smart, likeable, and your so clever. Yes, I speak their dialogues in your fic! * _ *
Hmm ... What can I say? We come to the fic?
So this is my very first J2. Initially, we had wrote a half-spn thing, but then I thought I would have preferred something different ... obviously quest'epifania joined me yesterday in the night. In short, it was a quick match, but troubled
XD I hope you like it. Tvb.


Title: Breathless
Author: arial86
Fandom: RPF
Supernatural Characters: Jensen, Jared
Pairing: Jensen / Jared
Rating: G
Summary: For the actors it is essential to keep in shape, But Jensen is not exactly thrilled by it. Will Jared him to discover the benefits of a healthy life?
Notes: Dedicated to babycin for his birthday. We thank the hardworking and fast beta nicomon , danyela81 , candyforever \u0026lt;3
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared are not my own, otherwise they would lose for sure ff time writing XD



Try to keep his pace is an lost cause. Type the invasion of Russia or a parking lot at rush hour: something that seemed bold and glorious in appearance, but also within your reach, only to be a huge failure.
I'd scream to stop, but I do not think he had enough breath into the lungs or fairly active synapses to unleash so many orders around: I can not stop watching it. They are mesmerized, rapt, a kind of Stendhal Syndrome for my personal work of art.
His strides are safe, powerful. Graceful.
Yes graceful.
It is rare that a guy so tall and so comfortable in her body. In general, above the six feet disappear any kind of elegance and coordination. Such physicality is often a companion of a terrible awkwardness. The posture and gestures they are being penalized, cutting off any chance of success, any pretense of harmony. Lennie in Of Mice and Men? John Coffey? Here the model.
Such a pole will never road, was my final opinion, cleverly concealed by a diplomatic handshake and a fleeting smile. Yeah, shame that a handful of hours on the set and a simple fight scene was enough to make me go back on everything.
I'd never been so in tune with another actor, during a fight. His movements were fluid and precise, to my mirror. Her body was perfectly suited to my two halves together miraculously. The cut, his laughter still echoed in my ears, its warmth caress that refused to fade away. He held out his arm and helped me get up. You fucked up, I found myself thinking. And I was right. Shit, if I had ...
"You're watching your ass, right?" Jared pants.
Oh, has the breath: it is human.
"Guilty" grin, leaning on his knees.
The air we breathe in burning to death. The spleen is a dull pain, his legs numb and destroyed: Christ, you can leave it?
Star of the small screen cut short by a heart attack. The poor guy was running for hours, it was thought maybe a kid? Only witness of the tragedy, his colleague and best friend and partner, Jared Padalecki: that there is behind this sudden disappearance of the other?
"Jensen?"
Shut up, Jared: I'm showing my obituary.
"Come on, we for others - quick glance to the clock - fifteen minutes. "
again fresh as a daisy.
But he was a corporate motivator in a coal mine? Goblin trained?
"leave me here," gasp, hopefully.
"softened" said, a smile in his voice.
raise my head, playing my best expression in the murderer. Do not take a step back in front of such a demonstration of madness and cruelty, has nerves of steel.
"This idiot" he added, turning her back. "Come on, little miss."
Porto one leg forward, determined to drag lazily over the next fifteen minutes. After all, are only nine hundred seconds, how many steps will there ever be in a lousy nine hundred seconds?
A sudden pain radiating down the entire right calf. I feel the muscles contract and stiffen the whole leg, pierced by dozens of nasty bites. Fantastic, a cramp.
collapses, unable to stay on my feet.
The grass is moist, although it is late afternoon, and there is a rather pungent smell in the air. Wonderful, simply wonderful.
"Houston, we have a problem" hissing through clenched teeth, determined to quickly remove your ass from the suspect lump.
"Cramp?" Why
underlines the obvious?
"But no, I love looking at the world from different perspectives."
"I stand by that also fantastic, right?" She asks, beaming.
Yes, ass face.
He sits next to me and I stretched my leg. The runs with nimble fingers and experienced, dispelling tension and pain.
course we can do with your hands.
jet head back, and I let out a sigh.
Fools chuckles: "It was enough to re-oxygenate muscle, was not brain surgery, Jensen. "
" Hmm. "
" Hey, do not be grumpy: Do not you think you deserve a reward? "she whispers.
His hands linger on me, describing a slow arc toward the top. I must have seen a similar scene in a porno.
him away, before my brain short-faced: someone has definitely need a lesson.
"Maybe, but back home you will not receive anything," murmured back.
back on my feet, but Jared is still sitting, staring at the horse of my pants.
"I enjoy the various ... perspective, eh? "
" Why not? "grins. "I'm not bad, really."
walk a few steps back, giving me completely in his eyes. I opened my arms and shake my head: "Why, Jared, if I arrive at the door before you, today you'll be short."
do not have time to enjoy the expression of disbelief and excitement that is painted on her face : I have to start running, because when I take ...