I'm sorry. I still love you guys, but now I have to report back with taste information:

So he took control and allowed one hand to slip from jaw to neck as he crossed the border of lips with tongue and stole a taste of heaven.

Heaven tasted like home. Like fresh apple pie cooling on a window sill in late summer with the hint of autumn just around the corner. Like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust cut off and milk chasing the sensation down just seconds before it became too rich to handle.

I think the metaphors fell on my head and drownded me.

That just makes me think of my mom.

That sounds more like lunch than sex. Also, who cools pies on windowsills anymore?

Perhaps they were really, really hungry when they wrote that.

New rule: Don't grocery shop or write Dean sex on an empty stomach.

At first glance I took that to mean that when writing a grocery list on an empty stomach, you are likely to make a slip and add "sex with Dean" inbetween "milk" and "eggs". Or maybe that's in between "peanut butter" and "jam". Or maybe on the line just below "chocolate syrup".

Heaven may taste like apple pie or like peanut buter and jelly, but I dearly hope it doesn't taste like both at once. While I'm having sex.

Weird (and the last thing I should be wondering about on Christmas Eve), but TNT just showed Two Minutes to Midnight ... and now the pilot. What happened to Swan Song?

I was wondering the same thing, Amy! i guess they don't have the rights to it yet. *shrug*

That would be odd, considering they just showed the other 21 episodes of Season 5. Are there songs in that eppy that might cause special problems for rebroadcast?

Am mildly annoyed that I tuned in about 20 minutes into the pilot instead of getting to watch it from the beginning for my first viewing, but I already knew the vague outlines anyway. Man, the guys were so young back then.