*random person here - waves*stopwatch_plzJune 23 2008, 15:29:46 UTC
Don't know if this is what you were after, but even if not, I hope you likes it ^_^
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It's always the mornings-after that Sam likes.
The first morning rays coming in through the chink in the curtains, creeping across the floor and falling over them, laying there in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, half-forgotten dreams and desires.
He likes it because it's the only time he gets to see Dean like this - totally laid bare, like the layers of the waking-world have been peeled back, and Sam can see his soul.
Sam's trained himself to wake up about half an hour before Dean - he has no idea how, he just does - and he lies perfectly still, curled up around Dean, who invariably has his head on Sam's shoulder as a makeshift pillow. He watches as Dean's eyelids flutter, and he holds his breath. He doesn't want Dean to wake up just yet, he's happy watching him sleep, and he sighs softly with relief when Dean exhales and buries his head deeper into Sam's shoulder.
He hears Dean muttering to himself, and Sam laughs softly when he realises Dean is reciting Latin in his sleep. It's the things like that - the little things - that make it all bearable, Sam thought to himself, and he smiled.
Sam trailed his free hand down Dean's shoulder, brushing his fingertips along his side, making Dean wriggle in his sleep. Sam grinned and continued down, tracing lines along his stomach and groin, then curled his long fingers around Dean. There were many things you could trust Dean Winchester on, and being ready in the morning was one of them.
As he tugged gently, he felt Dean stir, and he worked faster, the timing just right. It wasn't long before Dean moaned and came, hot and heavy, and his eyes fluttered open as he woke, breathing hard, slightly disorientated. He looked up, slightly disorientated, eyes heavy with sleep and release, and he smiled.
Re: *random person here - waves*stopwatch_plzJune 24 2008, 06:10:26 UTC
thank you *grin*
It's quite funny, normally I just write angst. Or porn. Normally both. I've not written anything quite so fluffy before - so much so that my friend, after reading it, asked it I was feeling ok, and was I posessed?
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It's always the mornings-after that Sam likes.
The first morning rays coming in through the chink in the curtains, creeping across the floor and falling over them, laying there in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, half-forgotten dreams and desires.
He likes it because it's the only time he gets to see Dean like this - totally laid bare, like the layers of the waking-world have been peeled back, and Sam can see his soul.
Sam's trained himself to wake up about half an hour before Dean - he has no idea how, he just does - and he lies perfectly still, curled up around Dean, who invariably has his head on Sam's shoulder as a makeshift pillow. He watches as Dean's eyelids flutter, and he holds his breath. He doesn't want Dean to wake up just yet, he's happy watching him sleep, and he sighs softly with relief when Dean exhales and buries his head deeper into Sam's shoulder.
He hears Dean muttering to himself, and Sam laughs softly when he realises Dean is reciting Latin in his sleep. It's the things like that - the little things - that make it all bearable, Sam thought to himself, and he smiled.
Sam trailed his free hand down Dean's shoulder, brushing his fingertips along his side, making Dean wriggle in his sleep. Sam grinned and continued down, tracing lines along his stomach and groin, then curled his long fingers around Dean. There were many things you could trust Dean Winchester on, and being ready in the morning was one of them.
As he tugged gently, he felt Dean stir, and he worked faster, the timing just right. It wasn't long before Dean moaned and came, hot and heavy, and his eyes fluttered open as he woke, breathing hard, slightly disorientated. He looked up, slightly disorientated, eyes heavy with sleep and release, and he smiled.
"Dude, you're so cleaning this shit up."
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Gorgoeus. And I love the idea that Sam wakes up early to watch Dean sleep.
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I was terrified posting it XD But I get like that posting everything I write... you'd think I did it to punish myself, sometimes *rolls eyes*
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thank you :)
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I feel I should've put a warning on it or something "Warning: Low Flying Schmoop!"
...and I feel strangely dirty for writing it - usually I write angst. Or porn. Mostly both. XD
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First you're requesting schmoop now you're WRITING it?
You're possessed aren't you?!
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I think I must be... I do feel kinda dirty now... :D
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thank you *grin*
I was really nervous about posting it - but then, I'm nervous about posting everything I write *lol*
:)
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It's quite funny, normally I just write angst. Or porn. Normally both. I've not written anything quite so fluffy before - so much so that my friend, after reading it, asked it I was feeling ok, and was I posessed?
XD
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