A/N: Playing catch up...

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Prompt: Frame

Word Count: 100

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Off-Limits

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Dean reluctantly dragged his gaze away from the woman's petite, yet voluptuous frame. She was a sight for sore eyes, like something from a very good dream. Fiery red hair brushed her shoulders like flaming silk, standing in stark contrast to the icy blue eyes set her flawless ivory features.

She was like poison, though – subtle, but deadly. Becoming involved with her would only mean trouble. Though human, she had a demon psyche, which made her all the more dangerous.

She smiled and his heart began hammering in his chest. No, he reminded himself sternly, TJ is entirely off-limits.

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End.