(seems two of us were writing for this prompt - sorry!)
'It's just a kitten.' Sam coochy-coos the fur ball with his index finger.
Dean snorts. 'Psycho kitten, you mean.'
He turns on the TV and cycles through to the sports channel. The hand holding the remote is scored with red welts and angry scratches.
Lying on the bed, Sam shrugs, watches as the kitten paws at his shirt, it's claws hitching and dragging at the plaid fabric, occasionally digging deep enough to catch skin. Grinning, Sam grimaces as he gently extracts the talons from his flesh. Lets the process repeat itself.
The kitten tilts its tiny head, pale grey eyes glowing spookliy in its coal-black face. It noses Sam's hand, whiskers twitching, then licks him with its rough yet delicate pink tongue. Sam's smile stretches wide and honest as he tunnels his fingers through the kitten's thick, soft coat. Murmuring to it in a low encouraging rumble.
Across the room, Dean struggles to maintain interest in the UFC championship fight playing out on the TV screen. But his attention keeps drifting over to the bed where Sam's giant hands are stroking and tickling and sctratching the tiny purring creature on his chest.
Two minutes into the second round, Dean gives up. It doesn't matter that he's waited all week for this fight. That they had to drive an extra fifty miles to find a hotel with pay-per-view sports. That Georges St. Pierre's welter-weight title hangs in the balance.
Scooping the kitten up in one hand, Dean unceremoniously dumps the fur ball into an open duffle on the floor. Ignoring it's mournful “meow”, he quickly divests himself of his boots and shirt and starts working on shucking his jeans. His eyes are single-mindedly focused on Sam.
Coming up on one elbow, Sam snickers cheekily as he watches Dean strip. 'You are so easy.'
Two: Right on, UFC. My Nana (who's 78) and I watch it and call each other excitedly shouting Oh my god did you just see that guy kick that other guy in the HEAD?! I'm not sure what that says about me, that Sam/Dean pre-porn reminds me of my Nana, but whatevs. :D
I'm not a cat person but Sam's hands? They could make me love ANYTHING! *flails*
And UFC? Not really my cuppa tea but I know a lot about it due to my better half! My only UFC opinion: Georges St. Pierre has better shorts and looks better in them than any other UFC fighter!
'It's just a kitten.' Sam coochy-coos the fur ball with his index finger.
Dean snorts. 'Psycho kitten, you mean.'
He turns on the TV and cycles through to the sports channel. The hand holding the remote is scored with red welts and angry scratches.
Lying on the bed, Sam shrugs, watches as the kitten paws at his shirt, it's claws hitching and dragging at the plaid fabric, occasionally digging deep enough to catch skin. Grinning, Sam grimaces as he gently extracts the talons from his flesh. Lets the process repeat itself.
The kitten tilts its tiny head, pale grey eyes glowing spookliy in its coal-black face. It noses Sam's hand, whiskers twitching, then licks him with its rough yet delicate pink tongue. Sam's smile stretches wide and honest as he tunnels his fingers through the kitten's thick, soft coat. Murmuring to it in a low encouraging rumble.
Across the room, Dean struggles to maintain interest in the UFC championship fight playing out on the TV screen. But his attention keeps drifting over to the bed where Sam's giant hands are stroking and tickling and sctratching the tiny purring creature on his chest.
Two minutes into the second round, Dean gives up. It doesn't matter that he's waited all week for this fight. That they had to drive an extra fifty miles to find a hotel with pay-per-view sports. That Georges St. Pierre's welter-weight title hangs in the balance.
Scooping the kitten up in one hand, Dean unceremoniously dumps the fur ball into an open duffle on the floor. Ignoring it's mournful “meow”, he quickly divests himself of his boots and shirt and starts working on shucking his jeans. His eyes are single-mindedly focused on Sam.
Coming up on one elbow, Sam snickers cheekily as he watches Dean strip. 'You are so easy.'
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(ugh the image of Sam's massive HANDS handling this teeny weeny kitten, oh God...)
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Thanks!
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Kitty! *loves*
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Two: Right on, UFC. My Nana (who's 78) and I watch it and call each other excitedly shouting Oh my god did you just see that guy kick that other guy in the HEAD?! I'm not sure what that says about me, that Sam/Dean pre-porn reminds me of my Nana, but whatevs. :D
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And UFC? Not really my cuppa tea but I know a lot about it due to my better half! My only UFC opinion: Georges St. Pierre has better shorts and looks better in them than any other UFC fighter!
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Thnaks! ♥
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