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Tweak says, "Will I see you tonight?"

Dean Winchester (cram_it_ugly) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2015-09-23 22:12:00

Entry tags:

!closed, dean winchester, ~claire novak

Who: Dean and Claire
Where: Starting at her place
What: Post coital feels
When: Morning after this
Rating: Naked time, and fluff.
Open: Nope
Status: Ongoing

Dean was really beginning to enjoy the hormones associated with pregnancy. He flopped back onto the bed. Panting softly that easy grin tattooed on his face. "A guy could get used to this." He admitted as he drifted down slowly in post orgasmic bliss. Slowly drying in places, causing the sheets to stick in others. There was nothing else that could be this close to heaven, he was sure of it.

He raised his arm, offering his chest for her to curl up against if she wanted. He actually longed for it. Things were different with her. He didn't have to hide who and what he was with her. Even if he did tend to gloss over a few things that were slowly becoming more of an issue. That donkey kick of a stomach flop that he got when she smiled. Or laughed. Or got that saucy glint in her eye that said she was two seconds from tackling him, or shoving him against the nearest flat surface.

Dean had realized that it wasn't lust. Sure she was hot, and that was an understatement. Because if he was asked, he would have said she was hotter than anything busty asian beauties had to offer any day. But part of him was afraid to mention it because of what had happened, and the other part wanted to make sure it wasn't the euphoria of her having his kid.

His gaze was warm as he watched her for a second, though. "I ever tell you how awesome you are?"

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angelhearted
2015-09-29 03:56 am UTC (link)

His teasing earned him a dry, but good humor 'Uh-huh' before the bathroom door closed. Claire took care of her business and ran through a quick morning routine. Deodorant, teeth brushed, and sex-hair twisted and woven into a loose braid that hung over her shoulder like a frayed rope.

She emerged fully clothed, simultaneously adjusting the tank top over the small swell of her stomach and tucking the jack-knife he'd given her into the sewn-flap of the yoga pants.

"Yes- yes I do," she answered quickly, a gleam in her eyes that bled into the half-smile she shot him. "Big, melting, double bacon cheeseburger. And pancakes."

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cram_it_ugly
2015-09-29 04:45 am UTC (link)

"That might be beyond my expertise." He admitted as he hauled his shirt up over his head. Dean smoothed it into place as he turned to face her. His lips turning up into a admiring smile. "I'm going to have to show you off, as well as get you fed."

There was no hiding that she was pregnant in that get up. But boy did it turn his motor, again. He was almost proud that he'd got her that way. "Or I could press you against the doorframe too, and make you really hungry." He teased, lust biting into his tone just a little.

But Dean didn't move. He stayed right where he was. Almost rooted to the spot.

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angelhearted
2015-09-29 05:08 am UTC (link)

Claire gave him a growly little chuckle, and saved him the time by bellying up close and hooking two fingers under the neckline of his shirt- like a collar. "I'm already really hungry," she purred, pulling him down while toeing herself up for a kiss- a quick one, but still extra warm by a thread of that same lust in his voice, and ended with a light scrape of her teeth before she was heading toward the door. "But don't forget that thought."

Lunch didn't take long, and hit the spot, chasing away the hunger pangs and disturbingly strong craving for extra pickles (piled on her burger, of course). After saying hi to Isi and inhaling half a short-stack of pancakes for dessert, they headed to his apartment for the 'something' he'd been wanting to show her all day. After a meal that size, even if it was all going to a good place, Claire still insisted on taking the stairs (she found a way to exercise every day since being stuck on the island with nothing to hunt, and pregnancy didn't stop that)- usually it was simply running or calisthenics, but their fuckfest the night before was a good start. Four stories wasn't much, anyway.

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cram_it_ugly
2015-09-29 05:52 am UTC (link)

Dean made sure to walk behind her on the stairs. Just in case she fell back, or for whatever reason felt faint, he could catch her. He hadn't liked the idea of the stairs. But he wouldn't tell her no, since she insisted. It did help work off some of the lunch he'd had.

When they reached his door, he pulled the key from his pocket. Instead of putting it into the lock he handed it to her. "In case you decide you like it." He offered a little pull of a smile. Even if it was edged with nerves, but only just barely. After all she'd said she wasn't going anywhere.

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angelhearted
2015-09-30 04:01 am UTC (link)

Except for a slight pause and a bit of a lopsided smile that slowly bloomed on her face, Claire didn't stall or balk at the key suddenly placed in her palm. She grinned at him- a girlish, almost innocent sort of smile of someone sincerely happy, but with no idea how to express it.

She winked at him and slipped the key into her back pocket, following him into the place. It was the first time she'd seen it, and she had to admit she was impressed. It was a lot bigger than she expected, with a wide open floor plan, nicely decorated (compared to the dated cottage furniture), but still warm and lived-in. And she couldn't help but notice it smelled like him.

But also, something else.

"...did you paint recently?" she asked, her freckled nose wrinkling.

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cram_it_ugly
2015-09-30 05:53 am UTC (link)

"I did." Dean directed his hand toward the hallway that was a farther from the apartment beside them. He loved his daughter but he didn't want to hear any monkey noises she and his son-in-law might make. And he was sure that they didn't want to hear any he made.

"I tried opening the window to get some of the smell out, but it didn't help too much." He might have hoped a little too hard that she would want to share the room with him. One that seemed so big and so lonesome, by himself. If she didn't, well he'd move his stuff to the other bedroom across the way, and invest in ear plugs.

But he didn't want those earplugs.

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angelhearted
2015-10-01 05:42 am UTC (link)

"Pretty sure I would've been able to smell that without the bloodhound nose," Claire muttered lightly. "It's not bad, though."

More specifically, it wasn't turning her stomach. Might make her light headed if it hadn't been vented out, but he said he'd already taken care of that. Or, that could've just been her blood pressure again. She hadn't been this high off street level in....

Well, since she left his corpse on a bed.

He was 'discreetly' herding her down the hallway toward the source of the smell, and through a curious smirk Claire wondered if it had anything to do with whatever he had to show her. At first, she thought it was just cutesy way of getting her in his bedroom (which she was completely fine with at the moment, with memories of last night and this morning bouncing through her head at random), but instinct pulled her toward the cracked door in the hall that was leaking the sweet smell of paint. She looked at him briefly, questioning, then followed her gut and let herself into the room.

The nursery was well lit from the midday sun, diluted through soft curtains that lightly swayed in the breeze from the open window. Fresh paint was dry on the walls, though the smell would likely linger for another week or two, or until her nose got used to it. But it wasn't the odor that stopped Claire in her tracks. It was the wave of emotion that hit her much, much harder.

"Oh my god-" she breathed, suddenly covering her mouth and nose with both hands in obvious surprise. Her eyes were stinging in the best way. "Oh my god..."

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cram_it_ugly
2015-10-01 06:11 am UTC (link)

He'd never been so glad that he'd left that door open a crack than he was just then. The look on her face was worth the hours, the cursing, and the paper cuts from the birds. The room had all the furniture their little baby would need. There was even a miniature Impala hidden in.

"Do you like it? Because I can change it if you don't." This was like the third trial run he'd gone through after all. The one he'd liked the most. So far.

There were a few other toys placed here and there. All soft and baby safe.

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angelhearted
2015-10-01 06:19 am UTC (link)

"It's like you took a picture out of my head," Claire practically squeaked, then laughed at herself under her breath. She loved it, and God help her, she was actually giddy. Everything she had secrectly been looking forward to- feeding, rocking, and playing with her child in such a beautiful, innocent place flooded her head, and Claire started to cry. Again.

"It's so perfect," she garbled out, not even bothering to stem the tide this time. The harder she fought, the worse it was. All she could do was turn to him and bury her wet face in his shoulder. "Thank you..."

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cram_it_ugly
2015-10-01 07:42 am UTC (link)

These was the sort of tears he could handle. He chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her and rocked her lightly. "Anything. For you. For him. Anything." He promised.

He'd done something right. Dean smiled against her temple. He'd been fighting it all day. Weeks really. He dipped his lips closer to her ear, and whispered. "I love you." And he knew he meant it. He knew once the words were out that they were coming from the right place. It wasn't just their kid that brought them around. It was her.

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angelhearted
2015-10-01 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Claire felt her insides flip, then melt- everything but her heart, because that sang and shivered on the deep breath she pulled in. Only when she heard it against her ear in his soft, gunpowder voice did she realize she'd been holding onto it, hiding it in the dark for god knew how long. She held him tighter. The tears flowed a little easier.

But she didn't say anything yet- not because she didn't want to, either. Her ability to speak had just momentarily been placed on hold. Claire pulled back from his shoulder only far enough to rest their brows together, her hands linked on the back of his neck. She felt his hands and arms encircle her waist, and the slight bump of their son in the middle. For a few minutes, all she could do was kiss him, and breathe him in.

"I love you," she sighed, raw and honest.

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cram_it_ugly
2015-10-02 04:53 am UTC (link)

Dean didn't know how much he needed to hear those three words until she uttered them. He'd known, of course, that she cared. Otherwise why go through all she was with him?

His hands slid around her middle, as careful as he could he hauled her up against him as tight as they could get, lifting her off her feet if he could. For at least a moment. When he set her back on her feet his hands moved from her middle to capture her face.

He searched her eyes, before he, as tender as he could, caught her lips with his own.

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