MR DEAN'ARCY

WOW: lens. Dean's watching Pride and Prejudice. But is he following the plot? Is he heck.
(This isn't QUITE how it happened in the original P & P, but I'm claiming artistic licence)!

A story in two drabbles

Chapter 1

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He would stride out of the lake; a soaking white linen shirt clinging sinfully to the broad expanse of his chest.

The camera's lens would worship him, lingering longingly over every contour; every long, sinuous line of his dripping torso as it nestled seductively beneath a near-transparent layer of fabric which embraced it like a second skin.

Thanks to the chilly water, his perky nipples would take perkiness to a whole new level; hell, those things would be able to take someone's eye out by the time he reached the bank.

See, Dean kept telling Sam these stupid costume dramas didn't have to be boring.

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tbc