loving on island time
Kiss #24 - Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.
Birthday Prompts: Country music, lover, beach kiss, purple, “Will you accept this rose?”, Dr. Sexy, sharks
Summary: Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug, set it on the bedside table, and placed a kiss against Dean’s temple.
'Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’
Word Count: 2,015 (continued under the read more). Also posted on ao3.
It had been an idea created out of something unexpected, sparked by Dean pointing out a piña colada at a bar, saying, “Not as fun without the umbrella in it.”
Cas cocked his head, stirring his own drink with a straw. “Where did you get a drink with an umbrella in it?”
Humming, Dean took a sip of his beer and his lip curled up into a half-smile. “I haven’t. It’s just the cliché beach drink in all the movies,” Dean chuckled. He changed the subject after that, directing Cas’ attention to the menu, and how Cas’ reflection in the condensation of the glass made him look even more devastatingly handsome. A fact that was ridiculously untrue yet made Cas fall even more in love with his husband.
No matter where Dean steered the conversation during their date night, though, Cas couldn’t stop thinking about Dean’s earlier answer about the tropical drinks with umbrellas in them. And now the seed had been planted and an idea was percolating in Cas’ mind.
A week later, Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug and set it on the bedside table. He placed a kiss against Dean’s temple before making his way back to the kitchen to get his tea. By the time he made it back to their bedroom, Dean had his back pressed to the headboard of the bed with an old rerun of Dr. Sexy playing quietly on the TV. The note was in his hand.
“What is this?” Dean asked, gesturing at Cas with the note.
Cas quirked a smile at Dean and shrugged his shoulders. “An anniversary gift?”
Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas in response. “Our anniversary was almost 2 months ago.”
Cas sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand settling on Dean’s thigh. “Okay, just a regular gift. But someone once told me you accept gifts when they’re given to you.”
“Must’ve been a wise person.”
Cas smiled warmly at Dean. “For once, let me take you somewhere.”
Dean leaned into Cas’ space, brushing his lips against Cas’. “You’re not going to tell me where you’re taking me, are you?”
Shaking his head, Cas murmured, “My lips are sealed.”
“Does that mean no more kisses?” Dean asked.
Closing the gap, Cas pressed his mouth against Dean’s softly. “I’ll make an exception for kisses.”
The note fluttered to the ground as Cas let Dean pull him down, down, down onto the mattress.
‘Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’
