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Dean’s smirk deepened as he leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes glittering with amusement. “Hold on a second,” he said, raising a hand in mock innocence. “I had my back turned to you, Mrs. Smith. You were the one staring. Hardly my fault if you got an eyeful.”
He grinned, the playful edge to his tone sharpening as he continued. “And as for Valery...” He paused just long enough for dramatic effect, his smirk turning downright wolfish. “Yeah, we did. And if she said we parted on good terms, she’s not wrong.” He winked.
Dean let the moment hang there, letting her reaction simmer before leaning forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “But me? You want to know more about me?” His voice dropped a fraction, his tone playful but carrying an air of intrigue. “I’d be a terrible Agent if I just handed out all my intel, don’t you think?”
He tilted his head, his grin widening as he met her gaze. “What’s in it for me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “You’ve got to sweeten the deal, dear wife. I’m not exactly the open-book type.”
Dean reached for his wine glass, swirling the liquid as his eyes stayed locked on hers, the challenge clear in his expression.
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Dean’s smirk widened into a full grin as Katarine returned with the cards, shot glasses, and Corellian whiskey. The playful glint in her eye didn’t go unnoticed, and he leaned back in his chair, resting his forearms casually along the armrests as he watched her shuffle the deck with practiced ease.
“Oh, I like the sound of this,” he said, his voice warm and teasing. He reached for the whiskey bottle and poured them both a shot, the amber liquid glinting in the light.
Dean picked up his shot glass, his stormy gray eyes locking onto hers as he lifted it in a mock toast. “If you lose a hand, you have to answer a question honestly. But if you refuse to answer… you lose a piece of that outfit.” He smirked, his tone carrying a subtle challenge, and a lot of eagerness.
Maybe the alcohol was already controlling his tongue too much - this demand was bold, even for him.
With that, he clinked his glass lightly against hers and downed the shot in one smooth motion, setting the glass down with a sharp clink. The whiskey burned, but in the best way — a familiar warmth spreading through his chest.
“Alright,” he said, leaning forward now, his elbows resting on the table as he gave her a devilish grin. “Let’s see if you’re as good at cards as you are at teasing, Kat. Shuffle up and deal.”
Dean’s confidence radiated as he watched her closely, the tension between them unmistakable but tinged with humor and excitement. This was going to be fun.
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Dean leaned back in his chair, the grin never leaving his face as Katarine laid her cards down and claimed her first victory. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, shaking his head in mock defeat. "Well played," he admitted, his stormy gray eyes glinting with amusement.
When she asked about his homeworld, he chuckled softly. "Starting with something simple, huh?" he teased, leaning forward to collect the cards for the next hand. He was expecting some wild questions, especially after the demand he made to even play this game. But perhaps she wanted to warn him up a little first.
She'd regret that.
"Alright, fair enough. I'm from Anaxes," he finally answered with a grin. He began shuffling the deck with practiced ease, his tone growing softer for a moment. "Grew up surrounded by the military, discipline, and order. It's a place that shapes you — some say for the better, some say otherwise. Guess I turned out okay, though."
Dean handed her the cards to cut, his smirk returning. "Your turn to shuffle and deal, Mrs. Smith. Let's see if beginner's luck holds out." His gray eyes met hers, the tension and playful challenge between them as sharp as ever.
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Dean squinted at Katarine as she laid down another winning hand, his stormy gray eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Twice in a row?" he muttered, leaning back in his chair with a playful frown. "You must be very skilled." The smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth made it clear he was still competitive, though he did wonder... could the Force be used to cheat at these games?
She wouldn't, right?
Her next question, however, brought his attention squarely back to her, and his expression softened slightly. "Valery?" He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No, she wasn't my first love. We dated briefly, but it didn't get too far along — though we did have our fun."
Dean's smirk returned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes this time. "Your turn to shuffle," he said, handing her the deck with a playful glint in his gaze. "But let me guess — you're going to make it three for three, aren't you?"
His tone was light, but there was a flicker of curiosity beneath it, his attention fully on her now.
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Dean's smirk grew into a full-on grin as he laid down his cards, the unmistakable look of victory lighting up his stormy gray eyes. "Well, well," he drawled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Looks like luck finally decided to pay me a visit."
His gaze flicked up to Katarine, noting her grimace at her own hand. "Alright, Mrs. Smith," he began, his tone teasing but laced with triumph. "You know the rules. I get to ask you a question, and you have to answer honestly. Unless..." He let the word hang in the air, his grin turning wolfish as he raised a brow, and looked her over.
She knew what would happen if she didn't answer.
Dean leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, his chin propped on his hands. "So here's my question," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done on a mission?"
The challenge in his gaze was clear, the playful tension between them crackling as he waited to see how she'd respond. "And remember," he added, his voice dropping into a mockingly serious tone, "I'm no Jedi, but I can tell when someone is lying."
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Dean's grin widened as he leaned back in his chair, his stormy gray eyes flicking to Katarine's blush and lingering there for just a moment too long. She had answered his question, technically, but the way her gaze faltered and her cheeks flushed told him there was more to the story.
"You know," he started, his voice slow and teasing as he propped his arms on the chair's armrests, "I get the feeling you're not telling me everything. But..." He paused, smirking as she slid off her boot and kicked it away. "I'll let it slide this time. Especially since you're already starting to strip for me, Mrs. Smith."
His tone was playful, his grin wolfish as he reached for the deck of cards and shuffled them again. The way her green eyes narrowed in playful determination only added to the tension crackling between them, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity about the rest of her story.
"You better watch yourself, though," he added as he dealt the next hand. "I'm keeping score."
They played the next round, Dean focusing hard on his cards, determined to turn the game in his favor. But as the final hands were revealed, he let out a low groan and ran a hand through his hair. She had beaten him again.
"Alright," he said, his smirk returning despite his loss. "I'll admit defeat. What's your question?" His stormy eyes glinted with challenge as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, ready for whatever she threw at him next.
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Dean leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes narrowing slightly at Katarine's question. A slow grin tugged at his lips as he folded his arms across his chest. "Alright," he drawled, his voice smooth but tinged with a hint of mischief. This wasn't an easy one to bring up, but it did kind of played into what Kat was poking at earlier.
He cleared his throat, glancing down at the cards in his hand before setting them aside. "First time with Valery," he began, his smirk widening as he noticed Katarine's reaction to the opening line, "Was in a hotel room just like this one."
He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his grin taking on an almost daring edge. "And let's just say… we turned the whole room upside down with how heated it got. So yeah, when we walked in here earlier, I might've known exactly what Valery was trying to set up."
Dean's gray eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time, a faint flush crept up his neck and into his ears. He reached for the deck, shuffling it quickly to distract himself as he drew a new card. His grin softened but never completely disappeared.
"Your move, Mrs. Smith," he said, his tone playful but carrying just enough heat to keep the tension between them alive.
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Yep, Valery was trouble.
Dean tilted his head, his gray eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Katarine across the table. Her smirk was daring, and the teasing glint in her eye was impossible to ignore. He let out a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair and tapping the edge of the table with his fingers.
"Alright, Mrs. Smith," he drawled, his voice smooth but with a playful edge. "Fine. First girlfriend. I was sixteen, and she was… everything to me back then. Young, stupid, and head over heels."
He leaned forward, his stormy gaze softening slightly as he continued. "We were together for five years. I thought I had it all figured out — thought we'd end up married or something. Then, right before my twenty-first birthday, she decided she needed something... different. Left me in the dust."
Dean shrugged, his grin returning but softer now. "It hurt like hell, but it taught me a thing or two. People change, and sometimes... it's for the better." His grin sharpened as his eyes locked onto hers. "But you're not getting a boot off me, Kat. Not a chance." He lifted a brow, the playful challenge clear in his expression.
Grabbing the cards, Dean shuffled them with practiced ease and handed her the deck to cut. "Your deal," he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. "Let's see if you can keep that streak going, or if luck's about to turn my way."
The tension crackled between them, the playful banter and challenge making the game all the more thrilling. Dean's focus stayed sharp, but there was no denying the fun they were both having.
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Dean's smirk turned downright devilish as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together. His stormy gray eyes locked onto Katarine, and he tilted his head slightly, studying her with a mix of amusement and intrigue.
"Alright, Mrs. Smith," he began, his voice low and teasing, "Here's one for you." He paused for dramatic effect, letting the tension build between them before delivering the question.
"What's the wildest fantasy you have?"
He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening at the flicker of surprise in her expression. "And before you think about dodging," he added, leaning back casually in his chair, "Remember the rules. You either spill, or..." His gaze flicked pointedly toward her remaining boot, the playful challenge clear in his tone.
Dean's grin stayed firmly in place as he watched her, the tension crackling between them like a live wire. He didn't care whether she answered or not — either way, he was having far too much fun with this game.
Maybe it was the booze? No, there was something genuinely fun about her.
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