WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Well, whoever she pulled down in her bunk last night certainly cuddles nice. Kaylee smiles in her sleep, and gives a happy little noise ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[That gets answered with a content groan in turn, and his hand lazily ran up and down. Arm would be ok, warm squishy chest would be better. He sure as hell wasn't in a hurry to wake up right now.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Knowing her luck, Kaylee'd wake up and he'd be gone. She ain't rushing it aaaanytime soon. She leans a little closer, nuzzling her head under his chin ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean woke up slightly but only to grin and stretch. Ain't this nice? He drew a soft kiss on a softer head of hair.]

Morning.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Oh yeah, that's plenty nice. There's a happy little giggle as she settles again ]

Mornin' to you~

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Damn good morning in his opinion. And only getting better. He settled back more against the pillows, both of his arms looping lazily around her.]

Too damn early to get up, dontcha think?

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ She nods against his chest, eyes still closed because really, she's just focusing on how nice he feels. ]

Anytime'd be too early. I could stay here all day.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean yawned, and scratched his head, still tired.]

Might get hungry. Could go for pancakes and pie.

[Still, that's later. Right now, this feels wonderful right here.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Mm...with strawberries on top...

[ There's something she could definitely go for, later. For now, her fingers start tracing lazy circles on his stomach. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

And whipped cream.

[Damn is she good with her hands. His stomach muscles flexed, and his head tilted to kiss her head, cheek and neck.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Chocolate syrup, too.

[ Years of practice. She laughs and wriggles pleasantly, sliding her hand up his chest. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[He gave a content moan, and nuzzled against her neck, still kissing.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Good breakfast.

[ Her hand makes it up to slide through his hair as she draws up closer. A bare leg slides over his as soon as she settles back down. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah. Best kind. Only way it'd be better is if there's bacon.

[Dammit it's that old conundrum for him. Food or...? He pulled her closer, letting her settle over top of him as his hand drew lines along her back.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

'M sure there could be bacon, too, 'n some eggs.

[ He does feel good, especially his hands, but she's kind of refocusing on the food. When was the last time she had a decent breakfast, anyhow? Her stomach rumbles a little at the thought, and she turns a nice shade of pink. ]

Well, glad we've got that agreement...

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[It only got worse when his own stomach decided to join in on the food. There went the mood.]

Uh yeah, guess it's time to eat.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ It was a good mood while it lasted. ]

Sure sounds that way.

[ ...except she has no idea where her clothes are. A sheepish smile as she leans back to check the side of the bed, sheet in tow. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Maybe after breakfast. Need to keep up their strength.]

[He tugged on the sheet. She don't need to cover up.]

Hey, keep the bed here.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ It's not modesty so much as her avoiding the bullet-scar conversation. She laughs, though, and lets him have the sheet while she checks the side of the bed. Nothing there... ]

Might end up havin' to wear that to breakfast, don't get too comfortable with it.

[ Toga breakfast? Why not. She leans over him to check the other side of the bed, too. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[And then the inevitable scar comparisons? He wouldn't care that much. He then sat up more.]

I might have something you could wear.

[She'd look good in one of his shirts anyway.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ And nothing over here, either. ]

Oh, really now~

[ She raises an eyebrow and glances at him. That might be a hint of mischief in her eye there. ]

Well, can't say 'M not curious to know what's underneath that particular shirt...

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Not gonna deny a lady's curiosity there.

[He grinned, and slipped the shirt off. He was still going to see about finding something relatively cleaner for her though.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Least he's not shy about it. Gotta say, she's pretty pleased with the view. ]

Naw, and I thank you for your generous nature there~

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Not shy no, but he wasn't going to explain one part. Namely the burn scar in the shape of a handprint on his left shoulder. There was also the anti-possesion tattoo. Plus various scars here and there, though not as many as he used to have before his time in hell.]

Sure.

[He then turned to rustle up a shirt to toss toward her.]

Try that.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, if he's not gonna ask, she's not gonna ask. Plain and simple as that.

She catches it and untangles herself from the sheets enough to slide the shirt on. ]

S'pose this'll work just shiny!