Chapter 11
I wake up shivering. I couldn't understand why I would be shivering when it was warm in the motel room. I moan and clutch the bedspread to my body and try to get warm. My head starts to hurt and I don't know if it's from the gash on my head or the cut on my arm.
Dean woke up and looks over at the bed closest to the bathroom. He hears a moan and gets up and walks over to the bed where Morgan is sleeping. He turns on the lamp on the nightstand and looks down. She is clutching the bedspread on her back. He notices she is shivering.
He gently sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches over and puts his huge hand on her small forehead. "You're burning up." He whispers as he draws his hand back. He looks over at the other bed and debates if he should wake up Sam.
"I'm so cold." I whisper as I'm clutching the bedspread. Stripping to his boxers, he crawls under the covers and lies down on his back and gently wraps his arms around Morgan's small body and holds her close to his chest. He could feel the coldness of her body against his. "Shh, it's okay now."
I open my eyes and look up to see him looking down at me; he's wrapped his arms around me. I still have my arms bent up and pressed against my chest "Dean." I close my eyes and whisper. "What Morgan." Dean answers in a soft whisper. "I'm sorry I'm in the way." I whisper softly and then shiver. "I'm sorry that I said that about you, I didn't mean it." Dean whispers back.
I shiver again and then I feel something against my cheek. It's warm and nice. I can hear a heart beating and realize that it's Dean's. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat. I like the rhythm.
Dean notices that Morgan has her arms bent up and pressed against her chest. He gently pulls them down and away from her chest and wraps his body so that her body is pressed against his completely. He runs his hand up and down the small of her back. He notices that she has stopped shivering.
I feel more heat coming off Dean and it feels nice. I gently lift up my face to look at him and he must have noticed because he looks down at me. I look into his eyes and stare at him. "What is it?" He asks in a whisper. I don't say anything as I close my eyes.
Dean slides his hand to her forehead to check her temperature and she's still hot, but her body is cold and he slides his hand so that it's resting on her back. He tries to fall asleep, but he's too worried about her and he wants to make sure she's okay.
I open my eyes and lift my head up slightly and slide my hand to Dean's bare chest to his cheek. I cup his face in my small hand and use my finger to caress his cheek. I can feel his hand as he gently takes it in his and moves it back to his chest.
I lift my head and turn my body so I can look down at him. He stares into my eyes and I lean in and kiss him. I expect him to push me away, but he doesn't. He deepens the kiss and turns me onto my back and presses his body against mine.
He breaks the kiss and turns me on my back. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to another kiss. This time I'm sure he's going to stop it, but he doesn't and he opens my mouth slightly so his tongue can explore my mouth.
He breaks the kiss to stare down into my eyes. I stare back at him and he whispers. "I don't want to take advantage of you, because of your fever." "You're not." He leans in and kisses me again. This time our kisses become more passionate and I can't help but think the fever is causing how I'm feeling, but it's not causing anything I didn't want to before.
The passion starts to get even more intense and I remember closing my eyes as it takes me and I remember the feeling of warmth through out my body and the feeling of souring higher and higher. The last thing I remember is someone catching their breath and a deep husky voice whispering my name softly in my ear.
(Okay I kept this as clean as possible to leave to your imagination so that this would not get an M rating and I can keep the T rating. LOL.)