🍓 Relax 🍓
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"-and don't let them stay up past seven-" Dean orders into the phone, trying to sound stern, "-they'll say they're not tired but you can't listen to them- no not even fifteen-" There's a pause. He slowly brings the phone down, eyes going wide as he looks at you, "He hung up on me!"
"Probably because that's your third call in an hour." You try to hold back a laugh at your husband's expression.
"I'm gonna phone him back-"
"Baby-" you finally stand up, walking over to him, "-Stop calling. Sam's got this, he's good with the kids, you know that. The whole point of this weekend was for us to relax and you're more tense than when we left!"
"I'm fine! I just need to tell him-"
"Stop-" You lean up to kiss him, pressing your lips against his lightly to stop him talking, "-I got you a present."
He quirks an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.
You lean down to your bag, opening it up and pulling out a small ziplock bag, one pre-rolled joint inside.
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"Jesus look at you-" His fingers are curled around your waist, pupils blown and mouth hung open in a half groan, absolutely enamored.
"De- baby- fuck-" you can't say anything else, your thighs burning as you ride him, his cock filling you on every hard thrust of his hips up into you.
"Y'so goddamn gorgeous-" he hums, smiling without realizing it, "Have your eyes always been this bright?"
"You're so high-" you giggle, running your hands down his chest.
"You're high- I'm just in love-"
The sound of Dean's ringtone cuts through your conversation. He lifts it, Sam's face lighting up the screen. You know you both have the same feeling- that small twinge of worry that it's an emergency. Dean picks it up, holding it to his ear.
"The kids okay?"
There's a small pause, then he gives you a nod to continue, everything obviously fine. You move slowly, letting him fill you as you stretch out above him.
"Yeah, yeah if they want ice-cream give them ice-cream-" he hums, rubbing his thumb against your waist, "-Yeah they can watch that, it's not that violent-" he looks up at you, a dazed expression of awe spread across his face, "-Yeah they can stay up 'til nine, why not!" He nods slowly, then pulls his phone away from his ear, "He wants to talk to you."
You take the phone out of his hand, holding it up as you continue to grind your hips, "Hey Sammy-"
"Who the hell is that and what have you done with my brother."
