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Warm.
It is so warm in here.
Dean is so warm.
He always is.
Even when he acts cold.
Sometimes he is so warm, that I think he burns.
Just like a firework. His touch feels like a firework.
Right now.
His fingertip is touching mine.
He is touching me.
The dimmed light in the room tries to work through the heavy smoke from the shishas we smoked.
The heavy smell of vanilla and cherry is mixed up with our sweat.
The sweat is glistening on Dean's body, which is wrapped sloppy in a blanket, so only his crotch and hips are hidden from my eyes.
We are not talking. There is no need to.
We can feel each other.
The little candles on my windowsill making tiny flames popping up between the beautiful green colours from Dean's eyes.
Look at his eyes.
They are so forbidden.
So precious.
They make me feel faithful. Save.
He is not looking into my eyes, his are on our fingers.
The barely touch of our fingers is so intense, so magical and it is even making me nervous.
I can also feel his breath.
The breath against my hair and ear, I do not think he notices that he is breathing against me.
I like it.
I love it.
Because it is coming out of his beautiful lips. Plush, warm, wet, perfect. I like so many things about this damn mouth.
His voice; I am melting away when I think about it too long.
The taste; an nearly unbearable want inside of me just wants to taste those cute, sexy, unbelievable soft lips.
The sound; sometimes obscene, sometimes charming, sometimes harsh and plump.
I can not believe that he is next to me.
Like, I have waited so so so damn long. And now it's just happening.
Right now in this moment he looks at me.
At me !
But instead of a smile, a smirk or a wink, his expression shows worry.
"What's wrong Cas?" ,his deep, dark voice which got rough in the undertone asks me.
I smile.
He is probably worried because there are tears streaming down my face.
This is happiness.
I am happy.
And that's because of him.
"Believe me Dean...there is nothing wrong here."
I say with a shaky voice.
He is like thunder in my heart. Lightning in my head. Butterflies in my stomache.
I wrap my arms around his muscular, masculine neck.
"Just hold me tight...okay?"
My voice is cracking.
"Yeah...sure"
he finally says and wraps his strong arms around my belly.
A 'I love you' is breathed against my cheeks and he kisses them gentle.
I can not hold back my tears anymore.
I am so happy and so relieved.
"Thank you Dean...thank you.."
I sob.
"Don't thank me...I'm the worst...I was the baddest decision you've ever made..."
"No Dean...you are my love. And love is always a right choice"
I say with whimpering voice.
He looks into my eyes. Finally he looks into my eyes, into my soul, into my being.