My Favorite Mistake
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Supernatural › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,308
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Just like any other Friday morning, she was woken by the smell of coffee wafting into the bedroom. Unlike any other Friday morning, there was a heavy, masculine arm draped around her waist and a possessive hand on her breast. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing by the clock that she had about 20 minutes left before she had to get in the shower. She didn’t want to spoil what had turned out to be one of the best nights ever. She closed her eyes and absorbed more of the warmth coming from the body behind her. She was about 2 minutes away from falling back asleep when he spoke.
“Is that coffee I smell?” his voice was rough with sleep and slightly muffled, as his head was buried in her pillow. She nodded in response and rolled over to face him. She was unprepared for what she saw. Dean last night had been hot and sexy and amazing. Dean this morning was rumpled and adorable and warm, giving her heartstrings a yank. No, she told herself sternly, you can’t do that. To her further surprise, he pulled her closer to him. She, in turn, snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I don’t want to get up,” he said into her hair.
“You have no idea,” she mumbled back, wondering why in the world this hadn’t happened on a Friday instead of a workday. She dropped a soft kiss on his chest and wrapped her arm around him, seriously considering calling in sick. It wasn’t meant to be.
His cell phone began to ring, somewhere from the vicinity of the floor. They both groaned audibly and Dean added some colorful words to that. “Damn it Sam,” he complained as he reluctantly threw back the sheet. He kissed her quickly before ordering, “Don’t move.” He released his hold on her and climbed out of bed. He found his jeans, thrown haphazardly at the foot of her bed and took out his phone. “This is better be important,” he said, as a greeting. Madeline watched him from her reclining position. The view was fantastic as he bent over, sorting through the random clothes. He found his boxer briefs and pulled them on with one hand, juggling the phone with the other. Even though he seemed to be listening to whatever his brother was saying, he still heard her rather vocal disapproval of this action. He grinned at her and came back to the bed, sitting next to her. “Are you sure?” he asked into the phone. She propped her head up with one hand, and ran her other over his arm. He grabbed her hand and brought to his mouth, kissing her palm when he did. “Alright, give me a few minutes, and I’ll meet you at the motel,” he finally said, hanging up the phone after he did.
Uh-oh, she thought to herself, the morning after speech. She began to open her mouth to cut off whatever excuse he had for leaving, but was stopped when he leaned over and kissed her. Generally she was an after-teeth-brushing type of girl, but with him, she threw away that rule, and it landed in the pile of all the other rules she had disobeyed because of him and gorgeous self. Besides, this was most probably good-bye, so she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
His kiss was soft and thorough, as if he were memorizing the feel of her lips and the taste of her mouth before he left. She was breathless by the time he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers, as he had the night before, and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Maddy, but I have to go.”
Determined to be grown-up about this, she answered simply, “I know,” and leaned up for another kiss. This time she was mapping him, running her hands over his face and shoulders, cementing the memory of him in her mind. Too soon, he broke away, brushing his lips across her cheek as he did. Quietly, he stood and began collecting the rest of his clothes, dressing as he did. In just a minute, he was fully clothed again, and she was still wearing only a sheet. Their eyes met and she saw a flash of regret in his, before he smiled and headed to the door.
Realizing she didn’t want to leave it this way, she hopped out of bed and grabbed the robe hanging on her bathroom door. Pulling it on, she rushed into the living room and slammed into Dean, who had turned around and was heading back to her room. For a minute, they stared at each other, as an awkward silence settled between them, the first such moment since they had met in the bar. “Do you want some coffee?” she finally, asked, just as he said,
“Could I get some coffee?” The both laughed at each other and themselves. She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. His hands were so manly, she thought as she held his, so strong and capable. Yet another image to store for retrieval at a later date. He sat on a barstool next to the island as she found a travel mug to pour his drink in. She filled the mug, secured the lid and took it to him.
“Here you go,” she handed it to him. He took it from her, sitting it on the counter next to him. Then he took her wrist and pulled her between his spread legs. Even sitting, he was able to tuck her head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. They held each other for a long moment, before he placed a kiss in her hair.
“I’d better go. Sam’ll be getting nervous if I’m much later,” he explained, as she stepped out of his embrace. She nodded in understanding. He walked to the front door, Madeline following behind him. As he reached the door, he turned to face her again. “Thanks.” She shrugged in response. “No, I mean it. I know this isn’t the norm for you and…well, thanks for changing your mind.” She could tell that while he might be able to talk dirty to a girl, he wasn’t as comfortable with talking about feelings. She decided to help him out.
“You’re right, this isn’t normally me, but I’m really glad I made an exception. I had fun.” He smirked at her admission. “Now, don’t go getting all cocky or anything, that’s not attractive,” she kidded him. His expression changed to a genuine smile. He claimed another quick kiss before placing his hand on the handle.
“Bye Maddy,” he said, as he opened the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” He walked onto the front porch and down the steps to his car.
She stood in the doorway and watched him climb into old Impala, which seemed to fit him like a glove. He gunned the engine and placed the car in gear before glancing back to her house. She waved at him and he winked in response. She rolled her eyes and he was gone. She didn’t take her eyes from the taillights until he had turned out of sight. She sighed out loud and headed back into the house, smiling to herself as she did. She had to admit, this time, the devil on her shoulder had been right. He had definitely not been a mistake.
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She noticed him as soon as he walked in the door. Of course, she had the best view of the entrance, being on stage singing. Generally she didn’t notice who came in or went out of the bar as she was concentrating on lyrics, but this guy was different. First of all, she recognized him right away, even though it had been six months since she had seen him. Second, he was alone, no tall brother with him. Last and most importantly, he was brutally hot and he was grinning at her. Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to keep singing.
She finished her song, waved to the crowd and helped the band tear down for a few minutes. Then she headed to the bar for her traditional after performance beer. She smiled, but this time it wasn’t at the bartender. She had noticed he left his chair the minute she had walked off stage. She took her normal seat and waited. She felt him come and stand beside her, placing a bottle of beer in front of her as he did.
“So,” he drawled, “am I going to have to convince you again?” She was laughing when she looked up at him. He winked at her and then leaned down, settling his lips over hers. She couldn’t believe how natural this felt, even after all these months. When they separated, she beamed at him.
“I don’t think so,” she finally answered his question. “Your previous argument was extremely persuasive.” He chuckled and kissed her again, then pulled her from the barstool. The angel prepared to cover her eyes and the devil grabbed the massage oil as he took her hand, leading her to the door.
Just like any other Friday morning, she was woken by the smell of coffee wafting into the bedroom. Unlike any other Friday morning, there was a heavy, masculine arm draped around her waist and a possessive hand on her breast. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing by the clock that she had about 20 minutes left before she had to get in the shower. She didn’t want to spoil what had turned out to be one of the best nights ever. She closed her eyes and absorbed more of the warmth coming from the body behind her. She was about 2 minutes away from falling back asleep when he spoke.
“Is that coffee I smell?” his voice was rough with sleep and slightly muffled, as his head was buried in her pillow. She nodded in response and rolled over to face him. She was unprepared for what she saw. Dean last night had been hot and sexy and amazing. Dean this morning was rumpled and adorable and warm, giving her heartstrings a yank. No, she told herself sternly, you can’t do that. To her further surprise, he pulled her closer to him. She, in turn, snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I don’t want to get up,” he said into her hair.
“You have no idea,” she mumbled back, wondering why in the world this hadn’t happened on a Friday instead of a workday. She dropped a soft kiss on his chest and wrapped her arm around him, seriously considering calling in sick. It wasn’t meant to be.
His cell phone began to ring, somewhere from the vicinity of the floor. They both groaned audibly and Dean added some colorful words to that. “Damn it Sam,” he complained as he reluctantly threw back the sheet. He kissed her quickly before ordering, “Don’t move.” He released his hold on her and climbed out of bed. He found his jeans, thrown haphazardly at the foot of her bed and took out his phone. “This is better be important,” he said, as a greeting. Madeline watched him from her reclining position. The view was fantastic as he bent over, sorting through the random clothes. He found his boxer briefs and pulled them on with one hand, juggling the phone with the other. Even though he seemed to be listening to whatever his brother was saying, he still heard her rather vocal disapproval of this action. He grinned at her and came back to the bed, sitting next to her. “Are you sure?” he asked into the phone. She propped her head up with one hand, and ran her other over his arm. He grabbed her hand and brought to his mouth, kissing her palm when he did. “Alright, give me a few minutes, and I’ll meet you at the motel,” he finally said, hanging up the phone after he did.
Uh-oh, she thought to herself, the morning after speech. She began to open her mouth to cut off whatever excuse he had for leaving, but was stopped when he leaned over and kissed her. Generally she was an after-teeth-brushing type of girl, but with him, she threw away that rule, and it landed in the pile of all the other rules she had disobeyed because of him and gorgeous self. Besides, this was most probably good-bye, so she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
His kiss was soft and thorough, as if he were memorizing the feel of her lips and the taste of her mouth before he left. She was breathless by the time he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers, as he had the night before, and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Maddy, but I have to go.”
Determined to be grown-up about this, she answered simply, “I know,” and leaned up for another kiss. This time she was mapping him, running her hands over his face and shoulders, cementing the memory of him in her mind. Too soon, he broke away, brushing his lips across her cheek as he did. Quietly, he stood and began collecting the rest of his clothes, dressing as he did. In just a minute, he was fully clothed again, and she was still wearing only a sheet. Their eyes met and she saw a flash of regret in his, before he smiled and headed to the door.
Realizing she didn’t want to leave it this way, she hopped out of bed and grabbed the robe hanging on her bathroom door. Pulling it on, she rushed into the living room and slammed into Dean, who had turned around and was heading back to her room. For a minute, they stared at each other, as an awkward silence settled between them, the first such moment since they had met in the bar. “Do you want some coffee?” she finally, asked, just as he said,
“Could I get some coffee?” The both laughed at each other and themselves. She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. His hands were so manly, she thought as she held his, so strong and capable. Yet another image to store for retrieval at a later date. He sat on a barstool next to the island as she found a travel mug to pour his drink in. She filled the mug, secured the lid and took it to him.
“Here you go,” she handed it to him. He took it from her, sitting it on the counter next to him. Then he took her wrist and pulled her between his spread legs. Even sitting, he was able to tuck her head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. They held each other for a long moment, before he placed a kiss in her hair.
“I’d better go. Sam’ll be getting nervous if I’m much later,” he explained, as she stepped out of his embrace. She nodded in understanding. He walked to the front door, Madeline following behind him. As he reached the door, he turned to face her again. “Thanks.” She shrugged in response. “No, I mean it. I know this isn’t the norm for you and…well, thanks for changing your mind.” She could tell that while he might be able to talk dirty to a girl, he wasn’t as comfortable with talking about feelings. She decided to help him out.
“You’re right, this isn’t normally me, but I’m really glad I made an exception. I had fun.” He smirked at her admission. “Now, don’t go getting all cocky or anything, that’s not attractive,” she kidded him. His expression changed to a genuine smile. He claimed another quick kiss before placing his hand on the handle.
“Bye Maddy,” he said, as he opened the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” He walked onto the front porch and down the steps to his car.
She stood in the doorway and watched him climb into old Impala, which seemed to fit him like a glove. He gunned the engine and placed the car in gear before glancing back to her house. She waved at him and he winked in response. She rolled her eyes and he was gone. She didn’t take her eyes from the taillights until he had turned out of sight. She sighed out loud and headed back into the house, smiling to herself as she did. She had to admit, this time, the devil on her shoulder had been right. He had definitely not been a mistake.
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She noticed him as soon as he walked in the door. Of course, she had the best view of the entrance, being on stage singing. Generally she didn’t notice who came in or went out of the bar as she was concentrating on lyrics, but this guy was different. First of all, she recognized him right away, even though it had been six months since she had seen him. Second, he was alone, no tall brother with him. Last and most importantly, he was brutally hot and he was grinning at her. Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to keep singing.
She finished her song, waved to the crowd and helped the band tear down for a few minutes. Then she headed to the bar for her traditional after performance beer. She smiled, but this time it wasn’t at the bartender. She had noticed he left his chair the minute she had walked off stage. She took her normal seat and waited. She felt him come and stand beside her, placing a bottle of beer in front of her as he did.
“So,” he drawled, “am I going to have to convince you again?” She was laughing when she looked up at him. He winked at her and then leaned down, settling his lips over hers. She couldn’t believe how natural this felt, even after all these months. When they separated, she beamed at him.
“I don’t think so,” she finally answered his question. “Your previous argument was extremely persuasive.” He chuckled and kissed her again, then pulled her from the barstool. The angel prepared to cover her eyes and the devil grabbed the massage oil as he took her hand, leading her to the door.