Word Count: 100
Prompt Word: Light
Fingers tickled lightly over Dean's skin. He smiled; disjointed memoires of the night before revived in his aching head as slender legs curled around his, stretching sleepily in the early morning.
He snuggled closer to the girl in his bed, enjoying her soft, slender body close and her silky brown hair everywhere. A slim hand caressed his chest and he sighed; she'd be gone in an hour or two... but that was just how it went.
Another hand stroked him... then another and another.
He opened his eyes, glancing around, confused.
Twins?
He grinned. Well, Dean even impressed himself sometimes.