After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Fourteen

Dean's POV

The night was surprisingly quiet. I expected Eve to vomit or at least moan a lot under the influence of the alcohol, but she just slept. The whole night.
I'm still wrapping her in my arms when I feel her moving. She slowly wakes up.
First, she nestles against my chest, and I hear her yawning.
"Good morning, Sunshine," I mumble against the top of her head.
"Morning," she replies in a sleeping voice. Bit by bit, she moves her head so that she can look at me. I grin down at her:" How do you feel?"
She seems to think about her answer first: "Well, I'm ok, just a headache?"
"Is that a question?" I ask back.
"I don't know. How do people normally feel after drinking?"
"Depends on the people," I answer with a chuckle.
I caress her back under the blanket, and I feel how her spine bends and she starts to giggle.
"Even that tickles you?"
"Yes, a little."
And I stop the movement.
"Hey, that doesn't mean you are allowed to stop." and she wiggles her back under my palms. I chuckle and go on stroking over her skin.
"I'm not quite sure what I did yesterday evening."
"Nothing."
"No, I don't think that's true. You are a liar, Dean Winchester." Eve replies, laughing," I remember broken bits of music and dancing with you."
"You danced. I just gave you my hand."
"Wait, you didn't dance with me?"
"You danced enough for both of us," I answer, smirking.
"Oh God," and she covers her face, "what else did I do?"
"You mean other than undressing yourself?"
"What?" she shouts out and peeks under the blanket. "No, no, no, what did I do?" and she tries to pull the blanket higher. I stop her: "Eve, we slept like this the whole night, it's ok."
"That's... I'm..." she stutters," that's not how I am."
"I know." and I drag her back towards me.
We remain silent for a while and I think about how I usually would have had her in bed already. I would do one of my usual pick-up lines, making compliments, but taking someone to the zoo? No idea where that came from.
But Sam's words echo in my brain over and over since we had that talk in the kitchen. It is different with her, I have no urge to just sleep with her. Yeah, of course, I want to, but not like with other women before.
Even I don't admit it, not even to myself, I really do like her, or even more. I can't confess it, I know it will fail in one way or another, but at least I can try to enjoy it, as long as it will last.
There is only this tiny hope in a tiny area of my brain that says, "Maybe it's different this time," but I'm not able to believe it. Not yet. Maybe time will prove me wrong.
"Would you do me a favor?" Eve asks, dragging me out of my thoughts.
"Maybe."
"Would you hand me my shirt?"
I pretend to think about it for a second and the look on Eve's face is priceless. I then answer: "Nope, sorry, I can't."
"Wha..." Eve stumbles over her own words and I have to laugh.
"Sorry, Sunshine, but I would like to see you do it yourself."
I can hear her rumbling and instead of just getting up to catch her shirt from the floor, she dives under the blanket, turns herself and I can see an arm coming from under the blanket on the other side of the bed. Her palm searched for the fabric, but before she could snatch it, I get under the blanket too. I bring her body back on the sheets again and hover over her, holding her arms above her head.
"What are you doing?" she asks, surprised.
"Admiring you and letting you know that you can just get up the way you are, I don't mind," I whisper against her ear. I move up, my eyes roaming over her almost naked body. I see her gulping heavily and her breathing starts to get heavier.
"Dean?"
But instead of answering her, I lean down, placing my lips on the naked skin of her belly. I let go of her wrists so that I can cup her waist with my palms.
I kiss my way up from her belly, between her breasts and to her neck. The whole time, her fingers traced my hair and I feel her back slightly arching.
I stop at her mouth, biting her lower lip slightly before I capture her lips completely. She kisses me back and one of my palms strikes back to her leg, caressing her skin.
The erection in my pants is almost unbearable and breathing heavily, and I nestle my face on her neck.
Eve intertwines her fingers with mine:" Everything alright?"
"Hm-hm," I mumble back, "we should get up."
"Ok," Eve answers quietly.
I toss the blanket away, Eve is, of course, still lying there half-naked. I chuckle and grab her clothes.