DOYA: A moment in time.
A/N :
This takes place before the Thomas case. I was just thinking about
these two, I'm listening to this song :
XXXX
Men
of Letters Bunker, Dean and Oya's room.
Oya
felt Dean's large hand gently stroke her leg. She was laying on her
back, her thick black locks were crowning her face and she was
staring at the ceiling. Her fingers gently held onto the sheets of
the bed as she felt the gentle touch of the hunter. She rolled her
eyes as he started to massage her calf, gently holding it with his
strong hand. He knew she was cranky ever since she returned from her
last case. Oya had tried to find a moment to relax. A soft chuckle
escaped from her lips and she felt her phone Viber. That was a text.
A quick glance at it and she read the name on it. Sarah Thomas. Of
course, it would be Sarah. She wanted to hear news from her
« sister » and that brought a smile on Oya's lips. The
ebony hunter answered her and dropped her phone onto her belly.
Since they rekindled their relationship, Sarah quickly became the
female friend, Oya needed in her life. The former hunter who quit and
started a normal human family. While this life wasn't appealing to
the hunter, it still felt good to know that those she cared about
were able to live the life they had always wanted. Sarah was also a
foil for her. She knew how lonely the hunter life was, how dangerous
and experienced first hand how damaging this life could be and still
decided to opt-out.
Would
Oya be able to leave everything for the sake of a happier life?
As Dean kept vigorously unknotting her calf, the thought crossed her
mind. For Dean ? Oya was ready to do anything., but the happier
life? There lied the difference between her and Sarah. For Oya,
her life as it was right now was the best life she could ever want.
She didn't want anything else, but to go on hunts with Dean, find
monsters, save lives, and laugh with her family. She moaned softly as
ran her fingers into her big locks and massaged her scalp with the
tip of her fingers. Dean was taking good care of her, enjoying the
soft pleasured groans and watched as she gently wiggled her free leg.
He chuckled and pulled her leg on the other side of his thighs, so
she could sit in between his legs. He wrapped one powerful arm around
her waist and gently pulled her towards him, so they would be looking
at each other and lean their forehead against the other. Her hazel
eyes stared at him and she cupped both his cheeks. Dean smiled at
her and gently nibbled on her neck.
« Did
you like that little massage? » -She nodded.- « Oh
yeah? Was it that good? »
« It
was terrific. » She whispered before she planted a kiss on his
lips. « It was all I ever needed. » She bit her bottom
lip and felt him dig his fingers into her waist. Her hands found
their way on the back of his neck and into his thick blonde mane.
« I like being here.. I like it, right now. » She
indicated, her voice softly shaking. Oya wasn't the kind to be so
very openly sappy. But there were times when she would let her heart
speak and this was one of these times. He heard the sob in her voice
and pulled away just so he could look at her straight in her eyes.
Her features were soft and her eyes wet with unshed tears.
« Hey...what's
wrong? »
« Nothing.
Nothing is wrong. I just feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the
world. I feel lucky to be here, at this moment, with you. I feel
lucky to be alive today. » She said, biting her lips.
« It's one more day on this fucking planet that I get to spend
with you and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but here. »
He
let his fingers hold a fist of her hair and pressed his lips to
hers. He knew what she meant, he could feel the love she felt for
him and he could feel how intensely she loved him. He was grateful
-and felt lucky himself- to have someone who was willing to love him
and love his all. She never judged him, never tried to change him,
never tried to make him feel guilty for his past choices, including
the bad ones. Dean had already suffered, he already beat himself up,
he already hated himself for her to be adding to it. She herself, was
going through the very same, for different reasons, so she understood
him. He never felt that connection with someone else, a connection so
deep he was afraid to lose it. He watched as she ended up crying,
unable to contain her emotions.
« I'm
the lucky one, O. I'm the lucky son of a gun, right here. Right
now. » He pressed another kiss to her lips, a little more
demanding than the previous one. « I love moments like these when there is nothing in the world between the two of us. When there
is just calm and me massaging your calf and us just enjoying each
other's company. I like it when silences are comfortable. I like it
best when you're here. » He said, stroking her cheeks and the
tears off of her skin. « I'm the lucky one, who gets to enjoy
this very moment with you. I wouldn't want to enjoy it with anyone
else,» he added, always letting her know that he shared her
feelings.
« Would
you look at that? I'm crying rivers now... » Oya
complained, with a light chuckle. She leaned into his hand as he
cupped her cheek and gently pressed her lips to his palm.
« Well,
at least it shows you have a heart. » He teased her before he
leaned his forehead against her forehead. « It's okay. »
He quietly said, while his other hand kept massaging her scalp.
« You're home. »
« I
am... I am. Home. » Oya smiled at him and wrapped her arms
around his neck.
(TBC)
No comments:
Post a Comment