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Ten Years Later RP Meme!

To put it simply, how do you think your character will have developed over ten years on the Good Meatship Stacy?

And playing them like it's ten years later.

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"Whatcha been up to?" He asked, the years falling away just from being in her presence. Something about her always made him feel relaxed.

Her hands moved to gently rub his shoulders. "Besides trainin', or including it? I don't think I've seen the outside of Engineerin' in months." Not that she minded it. If she minded it, she wouldn't be there at all.

He knew those hands well. As gifted with massages as they are coaxing an engine together. He leaned slightly against her hands, giving a groan as her fingers found that knot of tension in his right shoulder from where he threw it out on the last mission.

"Gotta take a break sometime. I don't have patrol again for a while."

"Look who's talkin'. Beginnin' to think you're made more of knots than muscle." Kaylee's fingers worked at the knot carefully, trying to release some of the tension there. "I've got a bit of time before I have to be back down there...dinner sounds like a nice idea."

"Aw come on. Gotta stay on alert, you know how it is." Dean gave a lower groan as he felt his muscles finally relax.

"Dinner sounds awesome."

"Staying alert and turning yourself into a walking plank are two different things," she replied, not without some amusement. "Won't be able to walk to dinner at all, you keep this up." And to make her point, she lightly jabbed at another knot.

Dean yelped at that, "Hey stop beating me up, woman! I was just about to take a break anyway."

"And that's all I wanted to hear." She was gentler now, careful not to hurt him too badly as she worked the knot away. "Though 'Kaylee, 'M goin' on vacation' wouldn't be so bad to hear, either."

Dean grumped a little, but it was mostly for show.

"All right, all right. Kaylee, I'm goin' on vacation. Happy?"

She grinned. "Long as you mean it, I'm happy." She leaned over to plant a kiss on his forehead, then resumed the massage.

"Yeah I meant it," He grinned, and gave a happy sigh as more of his back finally relaxed and eased.

"Damn, I know I've said it before, but you got the best magic fingers around, Kaylee."

"Good."

She laughed, sliding her hands further down his back to make sure she didn't miss any of the tension. "Comes from practice."

"Mmm-hmm, yeah I know about some of that practice," He smiled contently. Moments of relaxation like this were rare but always appreciated.

"Hope you would. I think most of it's been on you."

"And I appreciate it every time."

"Glad to hear it." Kaylee finished up, and rolled her wrists a few times as she moved to flop down next to Dean. "Can't imagine what your back'd look like without."

"Be like it was after most hunts, and sure as hell I ain't about to ask my brother for a massage." That would be weird and wrong on so many levels.

Instead Dean put his arm around her.

"So how soon for some grub?"

"Yeah, not sure how Sam'd be on that one, either."

She cuddled up against his side happily. They were nice, these little moments. "Soon as you're ready to go."

"How long have you known me? I'm always ready for food." Or sex, but that went without saying. He rubbed his hand along her side affectionately.

"Longer than you care to count," she replied with a laugh. She bounced back up to her feet, sliding her hand down his arm to entwine her fingers with his. "C'mon, then, better get goin' before there's a whole line of people between us 'n slop."

He got up, smiling at their linked hands.

"Yeah, yeah, another day, another dry taco and slop." That's one thing he never got used to. He still misses real bacon cheeseburgers. Only the occasional shore leave allows him to indulge.

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