I'll know my purpose, this war was worth this, I won't let you down

[nevertouchmyhat]

Who: Jensen and Cougar
When: Evening, a little after 10.
Where: The bar in the village and then Jensen's room.
What: Drinking and reminiscing leads to other things.

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[nevertouchmyhat]

Cougar indulged himself in a few more of those soft kisses before sitting up on his elbows. The urgency was gone. That desperate need for more had dissipated somewhat now that his body was in a state of pure bliss, but he was still unable to keep his hands and mouth off of Jensen. “I can’t get enough of you,” the sniper said quietly, pressing another kiss just below his ear to prove his point. He let out a content sigh, nuzzling his nose beneath the blond’s jaw. His scent, all sweat and sex and that component that was purely Jensen, was intoxicating. He could spend all night wrapped in it, but first they had to get cleaned up. He ghosted his lips over the skin before reluctantly sitting up.

The sniper searched around the bed for something to clean them up with before Jensen could further distract him. The hacker’s boxers were hanging on the support at the end of the bed, so he used them to quickly wipe up the bodily fluids. Once done, he tossed the boxers carelessly toward the hamper, and settled on his side between Jensen and the wall, a rapturous smile on his face. Lips met again in a chaste kiss while the two arranged themselves into a comfortable position.

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Jensen pulled the comforter up over them and, settling back onto the bed, threw an arm across Cougar's waist. He hugged him closer, held him there, and pressed a kiss to his temple, his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth. Yeah, he could relate with the whole not getting enough thing. His free hand slid down, found Cougar's hand, and laced their fingers. The sex had been, without a doubt, incredible. If he had to list off his top ten fucks Cougar'd be numbers one through ten without even trying. But this--Man, he wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

Resting his head near the other man's, Jensen closed his eyes, drifting on the afterglow of what had turned out to be the best night in the history of, fuck that, in the existence of best nights. He smiled, murmured something unintelligible, and kissed Cougar on the cheek again. Could he stay here forever? Staying here forever would be nice. He muttered something else, the words unable to be understood but the warmth in them unmistakable, and he snuggled closer to Cougar.

[nevertouchmyhat]

This was where Cougar was supposed to be, where he belonged. The warm weight of Jensen’s arm curled around his waist just felt...right. It wasn’t the most elegant of words, but there was no other word for the feeling that had consumed his entire being. He was relaxed and content in a way that he could never remember being before. He wanted to stay awake, to soak in the feeling for as long as he could, but his eyes were already closing of their own accord. Yawning, the sniper tucked his head beneath Jensen’s chin and let himself drift off to sleep in his best friend’s arms.