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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[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!

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Looks good on ya.

[Dean grinned at her, and debated on finding a shirt to throw on. Eh, he didn't need people asking about the burn or the tat right now. So he went to grab another shirt to throw back on. There was one from his pack in the Impala, a t-shirt emblazoned with Led Zeppelin on the front.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ She raises an eyebrow and slides her way off of the bed. The shirt's enough to keep everything covered, it seems. Good enough for her. ]

...Led Zeppelin? [ Never heard of it. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He raised his eyebrows at her.]

Seriously? I know you're from the future, but what, does all music suck now? Led Zeppelin's only one of the best bands ever.

[Time for more music education in the Impala.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

'Fraid I can't say. Most music tends to be 'long the lines of folk or the fancy waltzin' stuff for shindigs...

[ Music education is fine by her. She could use a little something different to blast through the engine room. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He made a face at that.]

Folk and waltzes? Man, no offense but the future sucks.

[What happened to all the good music?]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ There's a childish moment as she sticks her tongue out at him. ]

Ain't so bad. [ She's from the future, after all. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

That's only because you haven't heard good music.

[He grinned, and almost tempted to kiss that cute mouth. Aw hell, why not, so he leans in to do so.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Always teasing ] No, just ain't heard any of your music.

[ She's certainly not gonna complain about that, though, and lets him close most of the gap before moving in the last inch or so. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Well my music is good music.

[He cradled the back of her head with his hand as he lingered there. Only to break away to murmur.]

I'll show you after breakfast.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Best watch it, she could get used to that. ]

Sounds like a good plan to me~