Objectifying Dean
In the mood to imagine Dean doing something inexplicably sexy? Well then, let The Objectifying Dean Team help you out with these series of one shots!
These are a series of One Shots written and posted separately by the individuals of The Objectifying Dean Team as doesn't allow joint posts. Check out entries from lostatc, DeansBabyBird, Bird2K and our mysterious 4th author... well, you can't check hers out yet as she hasn't posted. Watch this space!
Here's number two from me!
Morning Sunshine
The winter sunshine is pale as it pushes its way through the grime on the cracked window pane. It covers the man sleeping on the bare mattress with tiger stripes of light gold and burnished bronze, which are so appropriate to his stilled, feral grace. He is sleeping and his face is relaxed because he knows I am watching over him. That I have his back and, for a brief moment, he is safe.
He lies on his belly, his head resting on an old pillow he has found somewhere in the ruined house. His other hand is thrust beneath the thin cushion and I know, even in his relative relaxation, his strong hand is curled around the leather hilt of the precisely sharpened blade he has secreted there.
His head is turned to the side and his face is filthy. Blood and sweat and dirt streak his freckled skin and the tracks of his tears are still visible on his cheeks. They cut a soft swathe through the barely contained danger he emanates, showing me the gentleness behind his care worn bravado.
It is cold in the house, but I could not find a blanket to cover him and he shivers in his thin T-shirt and ripped jeans. I hold my place, though my instinct is to warm him with my body.
I watch as he wakes. He stretches, throwing back his head, his back a tight, cat-like curve and contracting leg muscles tighten torn jeans to taut thigh, and sweet, tight ass.
He opens his eyes slowly, impossibly long lashes sweeping over fathomless emerald depths and a soft, sweet smile transforms his face.
"Is it morning?"
His voice is deep and husky from misuse.
I nod and know I have a smile as wide as his on my face. I move to his side drinking in the scent of gun oil and sweat and leather that is his sensual musk. I kneel beside him and stare into the churning velvet vortex that his eyes contain, as I lean in to his slightly parted lips.
And we kiss away the darkness.
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