After a busy few days of taping shows, attending events and traveling through different states, Renee was worn out, both physically and mentally. She knew that Dean was tired too, but his sexual energy was always high, so it usually made up for the lingering remnants of his strength after so much wrestling and traveling. She never complained about it—not only because she loved experiencing his hunger as soon as they were alone, but also because he usually fell asleep like a baby after the act. He needed that. Plus, he looked cute as hell while he was sleeping.
But this time she nearly passed out in the shower from all the exhaustion. She slept through the entire flight to Vegas, but it was barely enough to keep her awake until they got to their apartment.
When she got out of the bathroom, she found him in the bed, wearing just a pair of black boxers, his body perfectly displayed and basically at her service. His hair was still wet from the shower he took earlier. In any other occasion, she would've instantly jumped onto him, but this time she just smiled to him tiredly and crawled on the bed, underneath his arm. A relieved sigh left her lips when she felt the warmth of his body and leaned her head on his shoulder, resting one of her hands on his flat stomach and deeply inhaling the fresh scent of the shampoo that enveloped his body.
"Tired?" he asked, placing his hand on her back.
"Very."
"Sleep then, because I have a feeling that you're not gonna get any rest tomorrow. Or any day until Saturday." He kissed her forehead and she smiled knowingly.
"Someone's needy."
"How could I not be, with you in my bed?" He moved his hand from her back and touched her hair, getting it out of her face and proceeding to run his fingers through it. Renee purred quietly, closing her eyes. She loved it when he played with her hair. Small, intimate gestures like that one just made her fall in love with him even more.
"That feels so nice."
"Yeah?"
She just hummed a short "mmhmm" in response and snuggled closer to him. "As cheesy as it may sound, I missed your touch."
"I missed yours too." She could hear the smile in his voice as he twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers. "We really gotta put these few days to good use."
"You know we always do." She yawned, the closeness of Dean's body and his hand gently stroking her hair utterly relaxing her. "Good night, Jon."
"G'night, darling", he said in a murmur, his soft touches lulling her to sleep.