Yay more supernatural!
This is sort of random and slightly irrelevant, but it wouldn't let me sleep unless I wrote it down!
disclaimer: i don't own =(
You hear him whimper quietly in his sleep and you constrict your arms around him, holding him close. Holding him together. He shrinks against your body, cowering into you, and he mutters senselessly, frantically, under his breath. A low moan of pure fear escapes his lips and you stroke his hair gently, revelling in its softness, whispering reassurances into his ear. He calms under your touch and you feel your heart swell when his expression turns peaceful. He is just so beautiful that you can't help yourself. You trace the planes of his face with your fingertips, brushing over his high cheekbones, the sharp line of his nose, his angular jawline, the full curve of his lips. He stirs under your touch and makes a contented noise in the back of his throat. An uncalled-for smile drags up the corners of your lips at the sight of him so at rest. So beautiful. You brush your lips lightly across his forehead. His eyelids flutter and suddenly you are drowning. Drowning in the depths of his deep, warm hazel eyes. He is almost comically disorientated at first, but his expression soon turns to one of surprise, with just a hint of wistfulness, as if wishing to return to a beautiful dream.
"Mornin', Sleepin' Beauty," you say softly, and he rubs his cheek against your hand before he realises what he is doing. He pulls back abruptly when his thoughts catch up with his actions, but you tighten your hold on him, not allowing any space between your bodies. Now that you've broken through this barrier with him, you are not willing to let anything come between you. Not even air.
A rosy blush starts to creep its way across his physiognomy as he remembers what the two of you did last night, and you chuckle lightly in response.
"Hey, was that … a dream?" he stutters, unsure of himself, but you are unable to answer for too long a moment because his voice is still so rough with the remnants of sleep and desire.
"If it was, it was a good one," you breathe into his hair, trying to convince yourself that is was real. You feel goose bumps on the back of his neck, and his breath starts to quicken. He turns awkwardly in your embrace, all too-long arms and legs, and tries to capture your lips with his. With all the self-restraint you can muster, you turn your head away, disentangling your limbs from his. You can feel confusion and hurt emanating from his body as you struggle to get out of the bed, and you are so glad that he cannot see the expression on your face: love, remorse, pain, anger, guilt, love. You stand up, still facing away from him, and make your way slowly, slowly, towards the bathroom door. It feels like with every step you take, you are carving his name deeper, deeper, into your soul. Sammy.
It only takes two words. Two words to get across what neither of you wanted to say. Two words to get across what neither of you wanted to admit. Two words to break his heart.
"We can't."
*gasp* =O
This kills me inside =(
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