Birthday fic: Mornin'
This is for the darling, enabling tj_smartz, who brings to my mind fireworks. Pretty, bubbly, and awesome.
I wish she'll agree on that surprise birthday presents are fun to get, even if they're a month late... ;)
Title: Mornin'
Rating: Uhm... PG?
Pairings/Characters: Jensen, Jared
Warnings: RPShmoop; unbeta'ed; fluffity fluff on top of sweets and suryp
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Summary: RPShmoop. Really, you should be scared.
A/N: You know what they say about Supernatural's fandom being like roofies?
They're not lying.
He awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and vanilla, lips lingering along his neck, kisses feathering over his shoulder, languid on their travels.
He pressed back against the touch, the warm body spooned behind him, the arm over his stomach tightening. Wet kiss landed on the side of his neck, toothpaste breath brushed over his cheek.
"Rise and shine," Jared whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"I'll rise but I'll refuse to shine," he mumbled back, burrowing into the sleep-sluggish warmth.
"Not even for the cameras?"
"We're not shooting today, Jay."
"Wanna bet?" There was a taunt to the voice now, Jared's long fingers flexing against his stomach.
Jensen rubbed himself against the body behind himself as well as he could.
"No bets 'till I'm awake, too," he said, lips still a little asleep.
"'Wake enough," Jared whispered, caressing the shell of Jensen's ear, his hand curling lower, promises on the pads of each finger.
Remember that talk about morning coffee RPS, love?
I wish she'll agree on that surprise birthday presents are fun to get, even if they're a month late... ;)
Title: Mornin'
Rating: Uhm... PG?
Pairings/Characters: Jensen, Jared
Warnings: RPShmoop; unbeta'ed; fluffity fluff on top of sweets and suryp
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Summary: RPShmoop. Really, you should be scared.
A/N: You know what they say about Supernatural's fandom being like roofies?
They're not lying.
He awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and vanilla, lips lingering along his neck, kisses feathering over his shoulder, languid on their travels.
He pressed back against the touch, the warm body spooned behind him, the arm over his stomach tightening. Wet kiss landed on the side of his neck, toothpaste breath brushed over his cheek.
"Rise and shine," Jared whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"I'll rise but I'll refuse to shine," he mumbled back, burrowing into the sleep-sluggish warmth.
"Not even for the cameras?"
"We're not shooting today, Jay."
"Wanna bet?" There was a taunt to the voice now, Jared's long fingers flexing against his stomach.
Jensen rubbed himself against the body behind himself as well as he could.
"No bets 'till I'm awake, too," he said, lips still a little asleep.
"'Wake enough," Jared whispered, caressing the shell of Jensen's ear, his hand curling lower, promises on the pads of each finger.
Remember that talk about morning coffee RPS, love?