Title: Blissful Relaxation
Author: MoonbeamDancer
Character(s)/Pairing(s) Dean/Gabriel
Theme: Table # 7 Get Your Kink On
Prompt(s): #28 Moaning
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Please, if I owned them, Gabriel would still be here.
Summary: If there's one thing Dean really likes about Gabriel, it's his hands. Or in this case, her hands.
Warnings/Author Notes: Another visit from Girl!Gabriel, so if you don't like this don't read it.
Word Count: 464
The oil warmed itself in her hands as she gently ran them down Dean's back and up his ribcage, the press of fingers working the oil into his skin and the knots out. Gabriele quietly rocked and pressed her knuckles along his spine, hearing a pop and the appreciative moan in response. Pressing down with the heel of her hand just made it louder.
"A little more to the left on my lower back." came a semi mumbled response, Dean's head was buried in the pillows, a blissful look on his face.
"Right here?" A press of the thumbs while moving her hands down.
"Yesss." Dean hissed, digging his fingers into the red sheets. "Okay... I think I like the female you for this, she's got amazing hands." Dean groaned, lifting his head from the pillows slightly, to look back at his lover.
"You're welcome. And dude, are you drooling on the pillows?"
"Huh?" Dean glanced down. Sure enough, he was so relaxed, that he started drooling.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." He let his head flop back down, not really caring, this felt way too good.
"No you aren't." came the snickered reply as Gabrielle pushed the heel of her palm up Dean's spine.
"Maybe. A little." Dean half mumbled into the pillows, before rolling over onto his back, Gabrielle straddling his hips. There was a sleepy half smile on his lips. "Hi."
"Hey. Look like you're about to fall asleep there." She rubbed the remaining traces of oil onto his stomach and chest, fingers dancing gently against his collarbones, as shadows flickered over his skin for the candles lit around the room. Dean yawned, catching her hand in his, tangling their fingers together, and looking at hers. She was so tiny like this, one of his fingers easily equaled one and a half of hers. Dean kissed her fingers and pulled her down to his side, wrapping an arm around her.
Even as a woman, he could still cradle Gabriel.
Dean smiled at that, playing with a lock of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers, before flicking it over her eyes.
"Hey!" Gabrielle muttered, pushing the strands away. "What is it with you and playing with my hair?"
"I like it." Dean tugged lightly on said hair. "It's cute and soft and I just like it." He moved a few stray strands behind her ear, dropping a light kiss on her lips. "But I love you." he whispered, nuzzling into her hair and neck. The tattoo on Dean's hips pulsed warmly at the touch of his mate's body against his.
"I love you too, Dean." came the whispered reply as they cuddled in the canter of the bed, sheets wrapping themselves around the couple and the candles snuffing themselves out.
"So very much."
