FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twenty-One;

Chapter Twenty-One

Jensen

"Hey," a soft whisper brushed across my cheek, tickling my nose with its minty scent. "Wake up sleepy head."

I didn't want to break her heart and tell her that I had been up for at least an hour now, listening to her stir next to me before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. I could only assume while she was in there she had decided to brush her teeth before coming to wake me.

Groaning, I rolled over to see my girl staring up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. "Mornin'."

"Merry Christmas," she said with a grin, her voice still just above a whisper as I were sure she didn't want to wake her mother. "How'd you sleep?"

The air mattress kind of bubbled up as I shifted my weight a little more evenly to wrap an arm about her waist, pulling her close to me. "I kind of miss our bed."

It was hard not to miss the slight blush that creeped across her cheeks at the mention of my favorite piece of furniture. I couldn't help the way my stomach squeezed at the way she was smiling at me, the shy way her lips curved up at the corners was doing things to me.

The events of yesterday had replayed over and over in my dreams.

"We'll be home in just a couple days," she spoke, still keeping her voice quiet while strategically placing kisses down my chest. "Then it's going back to the same old routine."

"Oh?"

She sighed, pulling herself back up and resting her cheek against my bare chest. Her eyes wondering somewhere above us. "You know what I mean, back to the filming and everything else that comes with your job."

By her tone alone, I could tell she was probably dreading leaving this little bubble we had created for ourselves. Or maybe she was having second thoughts about this relationship. "Is there something that you would change? You know if you had the ability to."

"Nothing," she answered quickly. "I mean," there was a slight pause before she continued, " the only thing I wish I could change was the fact that our names were printed on a legally binding piece of paper."

I thought about how she just answered, understanding that maybe she felt like I was only with her because of a piece of paper and the fact that I needed to really save face in the film industry. Her words just solidified that I knew that I really needed to find a way to show her that what I was feeling for her was one-hundred percent real.

"What if I could find a way to make the contract disappear?"

Her head jolted back, her eyes scanning my face as I kept my expression stern; despite the urge to flip her over and ravish her senseless. Although something told me that we wouldn't be as lucky with our privacy as we had been yesterday.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice a slight octave higher than it usually was.

I shrugged. "I'm sure I could talk to Henry and get something done."

Now she was sitting in an upright position, her legs crossed and her attention completely zeroed in on me. "Wait. You're being serious right now?"

"Am I never not serious?"

Her lips pursed momentarily before a playful smirk started to form. God, did I love when she gave me that smirk. "Ackles, do I really need to answer that?"

A laugh escaped me as I reached for her, pulling her back down on top of me, kissing the tip of her nose gently. "Depends on how you are going to answer it."