shorter than the last, and hopefully shorter than the rest. I'm rushing to be ready for a short-notice sleepover so we can watch spn live. It's a production in the UK, apparently. Wish me luck ;)
Sometimes I think it's laughable even to consider Dean and me not being together. Usually that comes when one of us has our arms wrapped around the other. We fit with more ease and comfort than I have experienced before, and I never want to move, to leave the embrace, leave home.
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Dean says he's not a cuddler, but I wake up sweating, and I don't feel the covers on any inch of my body. When I open my eyes, I don't see them either. What I do feel, however, is my boyfriend's warm chest against my back and his arms over me.
I smile and think I can handle the heat.
I relax, make myself comfortable, and lose myself in Dean's embrace.
Roughly a half hour later, I feel a larger exhale of breath over my neck. His eyelashes flutter against my jawline, and I hear and feel a contented breath. He relaxes. Then his eyelashes zoom up and he tenses.
I try to be relaxed, but my heart rate increases.
"Cas?"
"Dean." My voice is gravelly enough that it could appear I have just woken up, same as him. I hope.
He doesn't reply, remaining tense. I feel myself tensing in response, and the instinct to clutch his arm and refuse to let him take it from me is strong.
Eventually, he starts to relax; I can almost hear his internal dialogue fighting between 'this is not manly at all' and 'actually, this is quite nice and I'm pretty sure Cas won't judge me as he's participating'.
I take the opportunity to slightly tighten my arms around his.
He kisses my neck; a quick, chaste kiss, then we simply relax together for a while. We don't speak until we eventually have to move before we melt into one big pile of Dean-and-Cas.
Dean's walking across the bedroom and I'm languidly watching. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a great cuddler."
"I'm not a cuddler."
My laugh echoes in the small room.