That secret smile upon my lips
Reflections from the POV of one of Dean's one night stands.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just love 'em. Wished ta hell I worked for Kripke
*DW*
That secret smile forms again upon my lips as I replay the night I met him. I told you I'd never forget you Dean. Dean Winchester...such an average sounding name right? It's been months since I met you... since we ...I don't even know where you are now. But I will never forget the way you made me feel that night.
His smile was like a beacon in that dim smokey bar. And when our eyes met he ramped it up a couple hundred more candlewatts, (over kill if you ask me.) Those eyes. They're what pulled me in. I would have made my way over just to see the true color of those eyes. Even when I stood right next to them I still could not believe them. I had never before seen eyes of a jungle cat so much at home in a human face before. Deep hazel green with fire flecks of copper and circled by the deepest teal. They're what pulled me in. In one unguarded moment I saw in them a glimpse of honesty so raw that it was all I could do not to wrap him in my arms and never let go. And then just like that they'd glint of mirth and be in the now and it was all I could do not to give up the rest of my days to stay right there- right now and forever too. Startling, breath taking and I was staring too long. When I felt rather than heard that deep velvet growl, "You look like you got lost there for a second." He said. And I looked down from those eyes to see that smile. I was so busted. No trying for cool and aloof at this point.
'I was drowning, yes' I smiled.
"Well, here let me help you to firmer ground" he said as he put an arm around me and slowly pulled me close.
"Firmer" I thought as my waist became aware of the strength of his arm around it. "Ground" I realized as my hips met his.
It was such a blur of tastes and touches and pressure and pleasure and the sounds of flesh smacking into sweaty flesh and soft moans and deep growls and gasps and release of keening mindless joy. The suddenness of it being over surprised us and we melted into each other holding on loosely for a while not willing to let go...just yet. Until sleep overtook us.
I woke before him I know I shouldn't stare at someone while they sleep. It's rude and creepy. But I know my time with him is limited, he said he was just passing through, and I felt pressed to commit as much of him to memory as I could..
His face in repose is so peaceful, so unlike the animated one last night. Lashes so thick and long they could sift the stars out of the night sky, I think as I stare at the sleeping man's face that rests on the pillow beside me. Skin so fair and delicate that even the sun could not help but leave kisses in the traces of pale freckles scattered upon it. Brows perfectly formed over deep set lidded eyes. His nose a sculptors dream. And lips, oh those ample full bow shaped lips. So talented, so tender so teasing. He told me more in silence with those lips upon my body about his hopes and dreams and all he ever wanted with every gentle kiss planted in all my favorite places as if he knew, as if he'd rehearsed for just this night he shared with me.
(smiles)
The End
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