A/N: Chapter 37. Pairing: Parvati/Dean, prompt: fireworks
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Fireworks
Parvati had spent her whole life searching for fireworks.
When she was little, all this had meant was real fireworks, small tubes of explosives which propelled sparkles into the sky.
But as soon as she was old enough to imagine the perfect kiss, she was doing so, and she wanted fireworks. She wouldn't settle for anything less.
When Dean Thomas leaned towards her, she was sceptical; there had been so many false alarms, but he was cute and sweet and made her laugh, so she thought, What the hell?
It started promisingly: meaningful and passionate but soft and sweet too.
And then came the fireworks, just what she'd been waiting for. They exploded behind her eyelids like multi-coloured hundreds-and-thousands and she felt her knees go weak. Dean caught her and propped her up, looking worried.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," she said, pulling him to her again. "I'm perfect. You're perfect."