Trying to Recall
Title: Trying to Recall, 5C Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: John/Mary, OFC Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Summary: Written for fanfic100 Prompt #034 - Not enough. Mary wants to get closer.
One night as I laid snuggled into John’s warm body, I worked up the courage to ask him what had occupied my mind for some time. “Are you upset that I’m not remembering more?” I asked him.
“No. You seem to be doing fine to me,” he ran his fingers through my hair. “Why?”
“I want--I’d like to--” I stammered.
“Take it easy,” he smiled. “It’s just me.”
“I would like to be with you but I don’t remember how we were together,” I found I couldn’t look him in the eye.
“We were wonderful, mind-blowing even,” he started to laugh and then stopped. “You’re really worried about this?”
I nodded.
“Gees,” he said. “I’m just figuring this out as we go, Mary. I think we could start with kissing and work our way from there. You lead, I lead, it doesn’t matter. It’s just someplace we go together. You don’t need to remember what we did or didn’t do before. What matters is now.”
I nodded because I understood. “When I’m lying beside you at night, I wish I could feel your skin on mine.”
“That sounds great to me,” John replied. “So no more pajamas. Anything else?”
I shook my head. “Nothing I can think of. right now.”
“Good. I’m glad you brought it up because I miss feeling your skin when we sleep, too.”
I scoffed. “And yet I’m the one that had to get up the nerve to bring it up. I think that makes you chicken.” I smiled.
“Does not,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to get puked on. He smiled down at me.
I scooted up a little so my lips could reach his. “What do you say we shed our pajamas?”
“Hmm,” his voice came from way down deep. His rough hands ran along the sides of my nightgown as he grabbed two handfuls and pulled it up over my head.
I pulled my arms out and he slid it over my head. I sat up and grasped the hem of his shirt. He sat up and I helped him get loose from the offending material.
When he was free, I cradled his face in my hands and kissed him slowly. He pressed me close to him and laid me down with him. It was wonderful to be skin-to-skin with the man that I loved.