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hasperkynipples) wrote2009-10-24 06:05 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-10-24 06:05 pm
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[MAL] Friday Night Lights quote
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ironknifehunter and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Micheal!Dean/Jo kiss. Somewhat in relation to THIS.]
“Every man at some point in his life is going to lose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to lose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not lose himself.”
Angels don’t sleep.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t, or that they wouldn’t, for that matter, they just—didn’t. It wasn’t a necessity, and it wasn’t something they were used to. Humans, however needed their sleep. It was a necessity, and Michael had been used to sleeping for almost fifty years. That was why after the first few nights of staying with Jo, he found himself starting to join her. It was—relaxing, almost. The slow rhythm of her breathing against his chest and the warmth of her body against his was familiar. It was more of the reason why he was coming to her in the first place, the idea of familiarity and comfort that didn’t come from his family. That couldn’t come from his family. And it was that sense of safety that allowed him to relax just enough to close his eyes and drift off into something that had to be sleep.
The first time it happened, he was only out for about an hour before he jerked himself awake again. It startled him a bit, that he had lost his sense of awareness for that long, but then a part of him reminded himself that it was natural, at least for the human part of him. He wouldn’t say it was necessary, but it wasn’t wrong. Over the next few nights, he let himself drift off longer, a few hours at most, and he was always awake before she did. He wasn’t sure if it was a conscious choice, or just the way things happened to work out, but it was nice, waking up and still finding her asleep next to him.
This particular morning, he was waking up just as the sun was coming up, and Jo was facing away from him, her back pressed to his chest and his arm around her waist. He felt slowly as the memories came rushing up from the times he’d woken up to find this before, and he was suddenly moving on instinct, his arm tightening around her waist as his other hand came up to brush her hair away from her face lightly, so that he could see her better. He missed this, almost to the point where it ached, and while he did his best not to feel it a lot of the time, tried to focus on his sons and his family as to not burden her with a person who was having a hard time getting back to where they were—to where she wanted him to be, there was a part of him that always wanted to just hold on to her. To just stay where he was and pretend that he was still human, and that he didn’t have duties or obligations or any other kind of attachments beyond the person he was with right then.
He just watched her quietly for a moment, the fingers of his free hand coming to rest against her shoulder lightly. She was beautiful, relaxed and happy without the worries of the world pressing down on her. He continued to just move on instinct, doing his best not to think too much and his head dipped forward, pressing a kiss to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. It was a brief, light touch that only lasted all of a second, but it was enough. He felt her stir slightly, eyes wrinkling slightly as she rolled over to look up at him, confused more than anything.
“Dean?”
Again, he did his best to react without thinking, leaning in to kiss her gently, his hand moving up to cup the side of her face lightly. He braced himself for her to reject him, tell him to back off, but when she didn’t he leaned in just a bit closer, kissing her slow and sweet, before pulling back and looking at her again, watching her face for any sign of him doing something wrong. She watched him for a moment, and he could see the wheels in her head turning, searching for what exactly she was going to say to that. The silence was long, almost excruciating, even though it had only been a few minutes and he had waited through much longer things. Just as he was about to pull away, thinking he’d crossed a line and would be asking him to go, her lips curved up in a slight smile, one hand coming up to rest on his chest.
“Well, good morning to you too.”
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wayward_au. Jo is ironknifehunter and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Micheal!Dean/Jo kiss. Somewhat in relation to THIS.]“Every man at some point in his life is going to lose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to lose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not lose himself.”
Angels don’t sleep.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t, or that they wouldn’t, for that matter, they just—didn’t. It wasn’t a necessity, and it wasn’t something they were used to. Humans, however needed their sleep. It was a necessity, and Michael had been used to sleeping for almost fifty years. That was why after the first few nights of staying with Jo, he found himself starting to join her. It was—relaxing, almost. The slow rhythm of her breathing against his chest and the warmth of her body against his was familiar. It was more of the reason why he was coming to her in the first place, the idea of familiarity and comfort that didn’t come from his family. That couldn’t come from his family. And it was that sense of safety that allowed him to relax just enough to close his eyes and drift off into something that had to be sleep.
The first time it happened, he was only out for about an hour before he jerked himself awake again. It startled him a bit, that he had lost his sense of awareness for that long, but then a part of him reminded himself that it was natural, at least for the human part of him. He wouldn’t say it was necessary, but it wasn’t wrong. Over the next few nights, he let himself drift off longer, a few hours at most, and he was always awake before she did. He wasn’t sure if it was a conscious choice, or just the way things happened to work out, but it was nice, waking up and still finding her asleep next to him.
This particular morning, he was waking up just as the sun was coming up, and Jo was facing away from him, her back pressed to his chest and his arm around her waist. He felt slowly as the memories came rushing up from the times he’d woken up to find this before, and he was suddenly moving on instinct, his arm tightening around her waist as his other hand came up to brush her hair away from her face lightly, so that he could see her better. He missed this, almost to the point where it ached, and while he did his best not to feel it a lot of the time, tried to focus on his sons and his family as to not burden her with a person who was having a hard time getting back to where they were—to where she wanted him to be, there was a part of him that always wanted to just hold on to her. To just stay where he was and pretend that he was still human, and that he didn’t have duties or obligations or any other kind of attachments beyond the person he was with right then.
He just watched her quietly for a moment, the fingers of his free hand coming to rest against her shoulder lightly. She was beautiful, relaxed and happy without the worries of the world pressing down on her. He continued to just move on instinct, doing his best not to think too much and his head dipped forward, pressing a kiss to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. It was a brief, light touch that only lasted all of a second, but it was enough. He felt her stir slightly, eyes wrinkling slightly as she rolled over to look up at him, confused more than anything.
“Dean?”
Again, he did his best to react without thinking, leaning in to kiss her gently, his hand moving up to cup the side of her face lightly. He braced himself for her to reject him, tell him to back off, but when she didn’t he leaned in just a bit closer, kissing her slow and sweet, before pulling back and looking at her again, watching her face for any sign of him doing something wrong. She watched him for a moment, and he could see the wheels in her head turning, searching for what exactly she was going to say to that. The silence was long, almost excruciating, even though it had only been a few minutes and he had waited through much longer things. Just as he was about to pull away, thinking he’d crossed a line and would be asking him to go, her lips curved up in a slight smile, one hand coming up to rest on his chest.
“Well, good morning to you too.”
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That means she liked it. Loved it actually.
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/completely irrelevant journal
/waves to completely irrelevant journal
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Well, I should be here if you want to start.
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