The Intimacy Meme
The Intimacy Meme
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss. ( Read more... )
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss. ( Read more... )
He slipped his head out of the cocoon of blankets to get a look at his alarm clock- sad and alone on his empty nightstand. He really needed to get a new lamp. Almost eleven- holy shit, Cas was up before him, gracing the world with his presence before Noon. That had to be some kinda miracle. Either that, or there were plans today. Weird. But okay, because the shower was running.
Because Cas was in the shower. You know, naked. With water. And showering. And Dean was always a fan of anything that involved nudity immediately after waking up, especially if it conveniently eliminated the problem of morning breath.
He shoved himself up, passed a hand through his hair, and padded barefoot along the hardwood. Stopped outside the door because- well, just assuming showering together was on the ( ... )
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He hesitated, then pushed the door open. Closed it behind him. The mirror was fogged up, the room was steamy, and he... had absolutely no idea how to initiate this without feeling like he had giant ladyparts. Stop being a pussy, Winchester. Right now.
He tugged at the strings on his pajama pants, untied them and slipped them off. Stepped up to the back of the shower, slid back the curtain, and climbed in behind Cas, murmuring sleepily.]
Mornin'. Scoot.
[There. Nice and presumptuous and rude. Sue him, he just woke up- take his ruffled hair and half-opened eyes as proof.]
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There's a brief pause and then the door creaks open; Cas does reach for the soap, then, so he can at least pretend to be doing something other than standing here and wasting water. Not like he really thinks Dean's gonna get on his case about it, but you never know, and so he rubs the bar between his hands, quickly slaps some soap on his shoulders. That counts, right ( ... )
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And no, soapy shoulders don't count.
And, okay, so maybe the smirky smug look does work for him. That doesn't mean he needs to rub it in. Chipper hippy bastard. Still, he feels like a dick for just strolling on in without permission, so he makes up for it by continuing to be presumptuous, and wraps his arms around Cas's middle. Just because it's there, and appropriate height, and exactly the right size for his arms. Fuck anybody that calls him a girl.]
You realize it's eleven a.m., right? Like, the one that comes before noon?
[And since he's close anyway, presses his lips to exposed neck and licks off the water.]
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Dean's arms wrap around his waist and he grins, shifting slightly into the touch. Definitely a nice start to his day. And he's way too comfortable standing like this to judge you, Dean, no worries. Nothing wrong with being a pretty perfect fit. Damn, he could get used to this.
Eleven a.m. He huffs out a laugh at the incredulous tone of Dean's voice... Although he's honestly a bit surprised himself. Up and at 'em in the A.M. Craziness.]
Mm, better start getting that shelter stocked with canned food. The end is nigh.
[He leans his head back at the soft, warm press of Dean's lips against his neck, hums softly at the flick of his tongue- yep, one hundred percent how he'd hoped this would go. He lets the hand not occupied with the bar of soap glide up ( ... )
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Maybe not.
And anyway, there's skin beneath his mouth. Might be a better possibility than sleep at hand, here, if Cas's slippery fingers are any indication. He lets out a soft huff at the feeling of fingers in his hair, like he can guess the train of thought behind it. He can't roll out of bed with perfect hair, thank you very much, you adorable bedheaded jerk. Dean doesn't have the charm to pull off Sexy Slacker.]
You kiddin'? I been stocking up for years. This apartment's the safest place in the world to be at the end of times.
[He traces his lips up Cas's neck to his ear, nibbles.]
Much as I love planning for the inevitable Zombie take-over, not really what I wanna talk about at the moment.
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Fingers continue to slide through short, messy strands, mussing them even more because he can't help himself. Cas is of the opinion that imperfect hair, especially bedhead, is a good look for Dean, if only because it summons up images of Dean and bed, which is never, ever a bad thing.]
That just puts my mind completely at ease.
[Sighing softly, he tips his head to the side as Dean's lips drag up his neck, shivering slightly as teeth close around his ear. Shit, that never gets old. Best shower ever, or best shower ever? His fingers curl against Dean's hair briefly before his hand drops to rest at his arm.]
Yeah? What do you wanna talk about?
[He's tempted to turn around, but Dean's mouth vibrating against sensitive skin is too nice, feels too good for him to pull away just yet. The heat of the water running over ( ... )
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A hand breaks away from his hold on Cas's middle, traces up his chest and brushes across a nipple in a way that's less accidental than it may appear. God, he loves morning sex. He loves it almost as much as he loves shower sex, so today is a total home run for him.]
Tell the truth, I wasn't really interested in doin' much talking at all.
[Maybe some, you know, and a bit of sighing. Moaning? There might be words, but he's hoping the conversation's a little less coherent. And anyway, his lips have better things to do then talk, like find that place where neck meets jaw.]
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[Yeah, not talking sounds like a plan. His eyes flutter closed as that hand passes over his nipple, and he knows Dean much too well to believe that it'd been anything other than intentional... Which is just fine with him. He likes that, likes that Dean knows he likes it, and his lips part in a quiet groan.
Cas is also admittedly a fan of morning sex, especially on days he knows he has to be at work at some point. Nothing makes a shift go faster than memories of a really, really nice morning to relive... And frankly, it makes him even more inclined to try for a repeat performance once his shift's ended, and that's never a bad thing ( ... )
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And this... This is just the cherry on top, really. A person that makes him happy and completely short circuits his brain with the slightest- albeit expertly applied- touch? It's to good to be true, really. But Cas isn't the type to worry about things fucking up later when they feel so good now. He's all about the now, especially when that means warm water and soft lips pressing against his own ( ... )
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Attachment is, by and large, not really something he does lightly, if at all... Not the emotional kind, anyway, not after how things had ended up with his family. Normally it's just sex, and although he's more the friends with benefits type than the one night stand type, it never really goes much deeper than that. He'd been fine with that. But this is nice too, in a completely different way, and the vibration of that hum against his lips certainly doesn't hurt in cementing yes, good idea, ( ... )
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Yes. Yes to the shower sex.
He likes Cas's moan almost as much as he likes the feel of their lower halves pressed together, wet and warm beneath the shower spray, hard and insistent and fantastic. He can do close. Close is amazing, especially while he's still sleepy and everything is tinged with early-morning softness. Especially while things are, you know, tender and shitHe tightens his arms as well, nudges Cas's chin up with his nose and locks his lips against the side of his ( ... )
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