Undertow by whereupon.

Slash.

I am a lucky girl. This is one of those stories that had this LINE in it that I couldn’t banish from my mind, but there was no way I could plow back through all the stories I had already read to find it. No, it’s not the eyelash one, but it’s the other one. The first story were I ever read a phrase that described kissing like this:

“Sam leans up; Dean’s mouth brushes against his, just for a second, tongue flicking across Sam’s lips and a surprised noise in his throat.

Dean turns his head, steps back. He opens his mouth further, like he’s going to say something, and then closes it, turns away.”

I think I have, perhaps, found the perfect slash story. Clocking in at over 30,000 words, sex is the medium, not the message.