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I stretch, fighting back a yawn as I come to. I snuggle deeper into the blankets and shift my head against the pillow, turning my head to the side. I slowly blink, opening my eyes. My vision is a little blurry still from sleep, but I see a form lying on the bed with me. For a second, I forgot. I smile. I love forgetting something awesome and then being reminded of it. Almost like finding a twenty dollar bill in your pocket that you didn't know you had. (y/n) is curled on her side, her back facing me. I shift up onto my arm, wiggling along the bed to move right next to her. I lean over her, pressing my lips to her temple. I breath in her wonderful scent, something like roses or strawberries. I'm not sure which, just that it smells great. I pull back and brush her hair away from her face so I can see her better. She's still sleeping peacefully, a hint of a smile gracing her lips. I move the rest of her hair away from her neck. I slip my arm around her waist, reaching up to cover one of her hands with my own. Then I gently kiss up and down her neck, very lightly. She starts to shift and I smile against her neck, continuing my feather light kisses. She reaches up and brushes her neck and I grin. Her brow furrows and she opens her eyes, looking back.
She sighs and smiles. "Oh, Dean. I was wondering what was tickling me."
"Just me...." I say kissing her again.
"Stoppp," she giggles, but I know she doesn't mean it, so I keep kissing her. She laughs and turns around so I no longer have access to her neck. I sigh, giving her a pouty face. She laughs again. "That was a nice way to wake up."
She reaches up and cups my face in her hand, rubbing her thumb along my cheekbone. I close my eyes briefly, enjoying her soft touch. When I open them, she has a beautiful smile on her lips and I turn serious, gazing at her.
"What?" She asks, moving her hand from my face to wrap behind my neck.
"God, you're beautiful," I breath. She blushes and I lean forward to kiss her. I move to hover over her, the sheets twisting around us. My forearms are rested on either side of her and I lower myself so there's almost no space between us. She lets out a little moan and I use it to deepen the kiss. When I pull back I kiss her on each cheek, her nose, her chin, her eyelids, her forehead, her ears, and finally her lips again, whispering 'beautiful' between each kiss. Her eyes are closed and she's smiling still.
"I love you," I say gruffly.
She opens her eyes and looks up at me, her hands slipping into my hair to press my forehead against hers. "I do too."
I close my own eyes. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," I whisper. I don't mean to sound pitiful, but I really don't know what I did. And she deserves to know it.
"Dean," she says in a tone that makes me open my eyes. She's gazing at me sweetly. "You didn't do anything to NOT deserve me."
Goodness, help me. I return to kissing her and we stay in bed for awhile. For once, I feel at peace and for a small moment in time I don't feel guilty about being happy.