Winchester Love Pt 13A
Title: Winchester Love Pt 13A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me! Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #67-Snow. Sam and Abby's honeymoon.
They slept. After not sleeping well the night before and all the excitement of the day, they needed to rest.
Sam woke up first because his stomach was growling. Abby was still asleep with her head on his chest. Neither of them had moved in their sleep.
"Abby," Sam tried to wake her gently. "We should go get something to eat." Abby opened one eye and looked at him at him like 'are you crazy?' Sam laughed. "Come on," he said. "We can just grab a quick bite."
"But I like it here."
"Me, too," Sam agreed. "I love the feel of your skin against mine."
"It's nice and warm and comfy," Abby was still waking up.
"We could always sleep like this," Sam suggested.
Abby's eyebrows crinkled, "We'll freeze then there's snow on the ground."
"Nope," Sam disagreed. "Because I'm your personal heated blanket. Guaranteed to keep you warn on the coldest of winter nights."
"You really think so?"
"I dunno," he admitted. "It was worth a try just to see if you'd consider it."
Abby smiled and kissed him. "So, we have to get dressed?"
"Only if we don't want to get arrested," Sam replied. "I'd really rather spend my honeymoon here instead of jail."
"Okay then," Abby made a big production out of getting out of bed. "I'll go get dressed, just for you."
"When we get back you could undress for me," Sam said.
She shot Sam a look and then saw his smile. "We'll have to see about that," she replied as she disappeared into the bathroom.
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They ate at a sit down restaurant that just happened to be open late. They had a good meal but both were in a hurry to get back to the guesthouse. They stopped at a convenience store and picked up sandwiches, snacks and drinks. They wanted to make use of the kitchenette and be able to just concentrate on each other.
Abby disappeared into the bathroom as soon as they got back. Sam put away the food and kicked off his shoes. He could hear the shower running and he could picture her in the shower. He was tempted to ask if she needed help washing her back, but knew she would have told him if she wanted that. So, he let his mind drift to fantasies of him and his wife.