Doya : It did feel good

Doya: It did feel good

A/N: I love them so much. <3 

It did feel good to have Oya back home. To hear her peaceful snoring when he woke up earlier than her and managed to stand up without waking her up. It felt good when she was awake and always search him through the bunker when he wasn't in their bed. Her disheveled black hair and the skimpy tiled shirt would barely cover her curvaceous body as she would wander through the halls and corridors. It felt good to hear her tired voice as she finally found him in the kitchen, sorting things out so he could make them a good breakfast and some coffee so Oya could function normally. Oya was grumpy when she wakes up, exception made for when they were together in bed. She wouldn't talk until she had drunk her first cup of coffee and Dean was fine with it because she still managed to be affectionate without words.

She'd find him cook, would wave at him and come closer for a tight little hug before her arm would flail and she would grab the coffee pot. She'd sometimes kiss his cheek like a good morning before she could give him a proper good morning once she was caffeinated. Dean didn't mind. He wasn't that much of a talker anyway. It did feel good to have her back because suddenly the bunk became filled with life again, hers. It smelled like her, her laughter would echo through the walls of the facility and she would giggle while trying to tickle him. He loved it when she was home because there would be a moment they would both tend to each other's injuries, making sure that the bruises were alright and that they were healthy. He would love to spend some of the days stroking her leg as she would throw it over his while reading the newspaper and investigating their next case. Pluto was their next case, it would always be now that they bumped into him and he nearly killed Oya. It was personal for both of them and they would make sure he died a painful death. But for now, it felt good to have Oya home. The jacket that was ruined on her last case was fixed by Dean. He took some time when she was sleeping to sew some patch of fabric on, « fixing » the jacket so she could still wear it.

It felt good to have her back, especially when they were together. When she could let her fingers run over his blonde mane while her hazel eyes would stare into his amethysts. When the world was silent and there was just the two of them, embracing, caressing, having sex. He had missed her touch, her love, and affection. He had missed her groans and moans as he was going deeper inside of her. He had missed her enthusiasm whenever she saw him and her ability to make him feel gorgeous, even when he didn't. She was the whole package, the big deal, she was his partner and he was more and more aware that she might be the last one he'd ever have, the truest partner, his real other half. It probably was the laughter, or the jokes, or the way he felt comfortable around her because he was himself, there was no compromise. He was a hunter, she was a hunter and together they were saving people and killing monsters. Together, always.