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wellownedbkup) wrote2009-02-13 12:35 am
wellownedbkup) wrote2009-02-13 12:35 am
commentfic, Jensen/MarySue, wake up calls
he's still partly dressed under the covers, which in itself is sad, but isn't totally depressing when she thinks about the way he was wrapped around her last night. the power's been iffy for the past few days because of the storms rolling through, and last night was possibly the chilliest night they've had for weeks.
the blinds are still closed when she gets up and goes out of the room to the kitchen. it's like second nature to brew some strong coffee for him, a cup of tea for her and to watch the sunrise and start to heat the room. the tile's cold on her feet, but before too long she has both cups in her hands as she scampers back to the carpeted floor of his bedroom.
jensen's still asleep (no surprise there), so she sets the cups on the night table and crawls back under the covers to straddle his hips. her toes are ice cold, and she unrepentantly rubs them up his legs.
"shit" is the first word out of his mouth, long and drawn out as he frowns up at her through bleary eyes. "you stick your legs in the freezer?"
she smiles and leans down, the green blanket slipping down around their hips, kissing at his mouth until the frown slips away. "i made you coffee. he reaches up and tangles a hand in her hair, anchoring the two of them together as he works his fingers between them to caress the soft skin of her thighs and belly. long moments pass where they revel in that simple act of kissing. the coffee can wait.
the blinds are still closed when she gets up and goes out of the room to the kitchen. it's like second nature to brew some strong coffee for him, a cup of tea for her and to watch the sunrise and start to heat the room. the tile's cold on her feet, but before too long she has both cups in her hands as she scampers back to the carpeted floor of his bedroom.
jensen's still asleep (no surprise there), so she sets the cups on the night table and crawls back under the covers to straddle his hips. her toes are ice cold, and she unrepentantly rubs them up his legs.
"shit" is the first word out of his mouth, long and drawn out as he frowns up at her through bleary eyes. "you stick your legs in the freezer?"
she smiles and leans down, the green blanket slipping down around their hips, kissing at his mouth until the frown slips away. "i made you coffee. he reaches up and tangles a hand in her hair, anchoring the two of them together as he works his fingers between them to caress the soft skin of her thighs and belly. long moments pass where they revel in that simple act of kissing. the coffee can wait.