|Dean Winchester (i_soldieron) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2012-08-04 20:44:00
|Entry tags:||dean winchester, dinah lance, oliver queen|
Interruptions for breakfast (Dinah, Ollie)
(Morning/afternoon/a day or so after this)
They didn’t come out of that bedroom for a while, and he really didn’t feel like getting out of bed when he finally woke up, his arms still around her. Dean felt good. He was home, and he felt damn good. He pressed a kiss to her skin and held her. Part of him wanted to wake her up and have some more fun, but the part that was in control - Sam might jokingly say “for a change” about that - wanted to simply be, here, with her.
He gave her a soft squeeze, trying not to upset her or wake her. His hands softly rubbed and petted at her skin. He was so very comfortable and on a nice side of peaceful, which wasn't something that happened often in his life.
Dinah was on the verge of waking up when she felt the kiss. She smiled to herself. Her muscles ached just a bit in all the right ways, and she was content. Reality threatened to intrude and she knew that eventually she would have to tell him about the blood that she’d found but for now, she simply wanted to be in the moment.
Her arms wrapped around him as well and she gave him a squeeze before tilting her head to give him a lazy smile.
She laughed softly.
“If it is morning. Not really sure how late we were up last night.”
It was possible they had stayed up the night and had slept the day away. She really didn’t know how much time they had spent getting reacquainted, so to speak, but she knew that she was glad they’d been able to have that much uninterrupted time. It wasn’t often that there wasn’t something going on that was taking either one or both of them out of the house and possibly putting them in harm’s way. So for now, she was just glad that they were both whole and together.
She leaned over to give him a light kiss. It was tempting to go for a repeat of the previous night, but it was also nice to just be at the moment.
“I have to say that’s the best I’ve slept in weeks,” she said with a grin. “You really know how to wear a girl out.”
"That's what I live for?" Dean laughed, squeezing her tightly. He ignored the gurgle in his stomach that said it wanted attention. He didn't want to move from that particular spot, with her. There was nothing, not even the promise of apple pie that could get him out of the bed at that moment. Nothing at all.