[Continued] The Love Me Meme

[beerpieandguns]

[She stepped out and took the towel from him, drying off quickly. Bed really did sound good. It had been a long -- interesting -- day. If she was lucky, tomorrow would be too!]

[She stepped out into the room to look for some clothes to wear to bed. Assuming the bossman permitted clothing in bed.]


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[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[Yeah, he was definitely looking forward to an... interesting day tomorrow. Good kind of interesting. Following her out, he went to slip into a pair of boxers and a shirt before going to settle on one of the beds.]

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

[Dean pulled on a pair of panties and one of her old Metallica t-shirts that were way too big now, then climbed into bed beside Sam, ignoring the second bed in the room. After all they'd done today, sleeping next to each other wasn't going to be any weirder.]

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[Sam shifted over to give her some room to lay down, rolling on his side to face her. Definitely no weirder than what they'd done together today.] Good night, Dean.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Night, Sam. [She tucked herself in comfortably beside him and closed her eyes, drifting off slowly. It was easier than most nights, with Sam lying beside her, throwing off heat like a furnace. When she woke the next morning, she was tangled up and wrapped around him.]

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[Sam's sleep had been... surprisingly good. He was at ease with Dean curled up around him, tangled as much as they could get. His arms were settled around her securely. There was a soft, tired murmur as he shifted in his sleep, pressed himself closer to her, face burying against her.]

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

[Dean smiled sleepily as Sam snuggled in. Her hand tangled in his hair lightly. She nuzzled his temple softly and whispered to him.] Saaaaammy...

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Hm? [He murmured sleepily against her skin, starting to wake, but in no hurry to pull away from where he was pressed in against her.]

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

[She laughed softly and kissed the side of his face lightly. Her hands skimmed down his back softly. Her knee nudged between his legs and rubbed against him gently.] You still sleepin'?

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[There was a pleased hum as he felt her shift between his legs, rub against him.] Well, not now... [He turned his head to try and catch her lips, his hand rubbing over her hip lightly, tugging her closer.]

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Not fair to ask me questions after I specifically requested to be fucked brainless, dude. [She protested, hands moving through his hair lightly. She sighed happily and worked her fingertips against his scalp.] Do you have any plans for today?

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[He let out a soft, pleased noise at the hands through his hair, slouching a little heavier against her. Okay, yeah, if she kept that up, he wasn't going to be big on moving in awhile.] Mm, not really. Besides check and see if there are any cases. You could give Bobby a call and see what he's got, I guess...

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

[Dean not so secretly loved Sam's weight pressing her down after great sex, so she wasn't worried at all about his lack of movement. Her fingers continued to lazily work through his hair while she laid there.] Mmm'kay. After breakfast. I do not deal with grouch on an empty stomach.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, okay... [His voice was quiet, content.] What do you want for breakfast?

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Mmmm... French toast. [She nodded as she wrapped her arms around him and held him against her.] Definitely French toast. And sausage and bacon.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[He snorted.] Even as a chick, you're still a pig, dude. Some things don't change.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

[Dean gave him a wry look.] I'm a pig just for mentioning food? Man, I must be pretty nasty when I actually eat, then.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

You're a big for the amount of food you pack away, dude. Always will be. [He nudged at her lightly, poking her side.]

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

And what an ass it is! [She grinned and slapped both hands to the ass in question before she climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. The very pleasant morning had worked up a definite appetite for her. Some pancakes sounded right up her alley.]

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

You know what, I'm not even going to comment. [Because Dean would insist she's hilarious either way.] Let's grab some food.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Because you know it's true. [She pulled out of the parking lot once Sam was settled and headed down the main street to look for a place to eat. Fortunately, the town was big enough that it had a couple of diners to choose from. She picked the crowded parking lot, hoping the high traffic meant the food was good.]

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

You love your ass a lot, dude. [He shook his head and smiled a little. When they reached a diner and parked, he went to slip out and head inside with her.]

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

I do. It's fantastic. [She smiled as she headed inside and asked for a booth for them. The menu looked fairly normal. The usual diner food with a few local specials.] So, what looks good?

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Think I'm going with eggs and bacon, personally. [He shrugged.] You?

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Bacon sounds good. Maybe an omelette, too. [She asked for coffee when the waitress came around for their drink orders, then settled back in her seat with a sigh.]

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

[He ordered the same when the waitress came over for their drinks.] So, where to after this anyway? Anything we need to check out or is it back to the papers and internet for a case?