//All the usual disclaimers
He
let his fingers stroke the soft skin of her cheek. Her hazel eyes
were staring at his emerald orbs, searching answers to questions she
had not been able to ask. Tonight was quiet, a much-needed break
after the exhausting week they had together. Oya had been withdrawn
most of the week, stressed -as Dean guessed- by something she wasn't
able to share just yet. He knew her mind needed some rest and he knew
that he could bring her peace, so he did. Her warm breath brushed
over his face as she looked at his face. Her fingers were running
over his waist as she kept him in a tight embrace. They didn't need
words, not always, not tonight. Their bodies were communicating just
well. This little heavy breathing she had when he was touching her
cheek, the way she was shifting her eyes from left to right or even
the small smirks he gave her between each little kiss he planted on
her forehead were enough for the night. No words...just feelings.
Dean knew Oya needed to feel safe, safer than she actually felt
before they hit the bed. His arms always made her feel at home,
anchored to this world as they were wrapped around her tiny frame.
His
lips ensured she could feel rooted in this reality, each and every one of them taking her closer to him. He hands on her face were a silent
conversation. One that would ensure with each stroke of his digits
that she understood he was there, with her, at the moment. She would
answer him, her fingers would find their place on his back, her soft
lips would plant kisses on his shoulders, her eyes would focus on his
face, they would try to make him see how much she cared for him. They
would let him know she was home, he was her home and because he was
with her, she was safe again. Her breathing would become more
labored, sharper even as she would meet against his chest. Her touch
would be electric, her gasps would be arousing, but it was her warmth
that made everything better. Her warmth...She smiled at him, faintly
so, but it was enough for Dean to know that she was feeling better.
Her lips pressed against his as she pulled him into a searing kiss.
The first of many others. Words were needed, for he understood what
she needed. So he let his fingers run over the soft skin of her
thighs and let her roll on top of him so she could take care charge,
as always and speak with him the language of love.
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