HK: I… I don't even know guys. I was drinking hot chocolate, and suddenly this happened.
Disclaimers: I own nothing! Except some truly exceptional marshmallow vodka.
WARNINGS! … Crack of all crack? And some slash… and some weirdness…
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"Oh my love, may we never be apart. No one has ever filled my heart with more joy, with more warmth, than the mere sight of you. You're so soft, so beautifully curved, that you fit perfectly against me. Your smell, so sweet and delicate... I could go on for hours. Your form is perfect, just yielding enough to draw me in. I would spend hours just staring at you my love, just anticipating what is to come... That final moment, when we two become one, that blissful moment of passion and ecstasy..."
Across the room, Dean slammed his book shut, tossing it at the angel.
"For the love of crap Gabriel, stop dirty talking a marshmallow!" The hunter's face was a little red, and Gabriel shrugged, dropping the marshmallow into his mouth and swallowing it whole. He plucked another one from the bag with a dramatic flourish.
"Even more beautiful than the last..." The arch angel was clearly winding up to go on another long winded rant, so Dean solved the problem by crossing the room in long strides, covering Gabriel's lips with his own. Gabriel squeaked in surprise before settling down, letting Dean pillage his mouth. After a few minutes of tonsil hockey, Dean finally pulled back.
"You get Sam, I'll get Cas and we can meet in the bedroom in five?" he was panting a little, but he looked determined. Gabriel pouted, fisting his hands in Dean's shirt.
"Make it three," he decided, leaning up to steal another quick kiss from Dean's lips. This one tasted like marshmallows too.
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HK: Yeah… reviews?