AN: Okay so here is another one-shot this time the word was HUG. Thanks in big part to my beta Merisha. She is still helping me improve my writing skills. R&R please.
Momentary Embrace
Hug-[hug] noun, 1) A close embrace with arms around the body, verb, 2) To put arms around someone, to hold them closely, to embrace.
Dean's POV
Almost every person out there can remember getting hugs from their mom. A mother's hug is full of love, understanding, comfort and reassurance. For example, on your birthday or another important day she'd hug you out of love and joy. Then there's the kind of hug when you're sad or sick. That one you draw comfort, understanding and reassurance from.
I know mom hugged Sam and I a lot. I can remember a few times, though not many. Guess you could say that we are some of the ones that can't really remember what it's like to be hugged by our mom. If I think hard enough or long enough I'm sure I can even remember a time when dad hugged us. Bobby's hugged us a few times before too, when he's real glad to see us. But sometimes when that happens, he winds up hitting us for scaring him or making him worry, when he feels we've done something stupid.
Even though I don't like chick flick moments, I can remember a few that ended with us hugging. I can remember hugging Sam when we were younger and he was scared or sad, though he grew out of it eventually. Those are all kind of the same to me because they are all with family, or, in Bobby's case, like family. And although I like those hugs, but you'll never get me to admit it out loud, there is another kind of hug I like.
Embracing. It's when you're lost in the bliss of a purely adult joining. When, in the waves of passion, pleasure and fulfillment, your arms around each other, clutching, clinging, grasping each other tight. Those few seconds, minutes, hours after that joining has ended and you just lay there with their head on your chest, your arm around their waist, or when you lay with their back to your chest, arms securely around them.
Yeah those are the kind of hugs I like most. Because for those few seconds, minutes, hours, I forget what I do, who I am. I forget everything but those feelings. I feel good, cared for, even if it is momentary. I'm not lonely because there's someone there. I know I have Sam but it's just not the same. Sometimes I just want, no, need female companionship, to be wrapped in their arms, to forget my reality, my responsibility. The loneliness and thoughts of what will never be. Those embraces let me forget for a little while. To just feel and live in that momentary embrace for a short while longer.