#“Oh since in four of July tomorrow you should draw him with fireworks” and so I did

[literallysigma]

sigma and fireworks

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

The Little Girl

[Gif credit to @vinylackles]

Square: Never Been Kissed ( @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo)

Pairing: Jensen x adopted!child!reader

Summary: The Reader is adopted by Jensen and his family after a tragic event in her life. Soon after being adopted, she begins to learn what a family really does.

Warnings: Angsty-ish, child abuse/neglect (implied?), religion is mentioned in here (if you have your own belief, that’s fine we’re all different. It’d be boring if we’re the same.), there will be feels in this both fluffy and sad. You might have happy tears, who knows. Song inspired fic, song fic since the lyrics are in this.

Word Count: 1,840

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a/n: Inspired by the song The Little Girl by John Montgomery. I can’t italicize the lyrics; it’d look a bit weird and mess with the flow of your reading.

a/n2: probably not what one would expect for a “never been kissed” square. But I kept hitting a block with the typical, and this one came to me. Hope ya’ll enjoy nonetheless. :3

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Her parents never took her to church. Never spoke of his name, never even told her of his word.

Her parent’s weren’t really believers. Her dad drank all day, her mom did drugs. Every night her dad would go out drinking. Her mom would be passed out in the chair as Y/N sat on the couch watching TV.

They never wanted to play. Or give kisses and hugs.

And the drinking and the fighting, just got worse every night.

Behind their couch, she’d be hiding. Praying for it all to stop.

And like it always does, the bad got worse. With every slap, and every curse.

Until her dad in a drunk rage one night, used a gun on her mom. And then took his life.

Some people from the city, took the girl far away. To a new mom and a new dad.

. . .

The caseworker drove young little Y/N up to her new home.

“This family is going to be good to you.”

“Not like my old family?”

“Nothing like them, they’re new parents to one of their own kids. And once they heard your story, they wanted you.”

She sat in the back seat, smiling, wondering how it was going to be like? Who her mom and dad were?

He pulled up to the house, parking it and turning off the car. He gets out to get her things from the trunk, and he stops by her door to help her out.

She picked up her backpack, and turned to see a fancy house.

Suddenly feeling nervous, she swallowed and mustered up whatever courage she had and followed her caseworker to the house.

The caseworker rang the doorbell.

She could faintly hear a women on the other side. “She’s here.”

She sounded excited.

The door opened, she found a man, a woman and small girl standing before her.

“Hi, Chris?” the man asked.

“Yes, you must be Jensen?”

“I am, this is my wife Danneel and my four year old daughter JJ.” Jensen says, introducing his family. “This must be Y/N?”

She nods, shying behind the caseworker.

“It’s okay sweetie, you’re safe here. This is your new home?” Jensen says, getting down to her level.

“How about we have a little tour, warm up to your new family?” Chris, her caseworker suggests.

The little girl nodded, following Chris inside the house as Jensen showed her around.

 That night, dinner went off without a hitch. Sure she was quiet, but she was still a bit shy. But now it was the time for her and her new little sister to go off to bed.

She gone off to her room, getting her night gown on. Heading to her bathroom that her and JJ shared. Danneel helping JJ make sure she was brushing her teeth alright, Y/N grabbed her toothbrush and began cleaning her teeth.

Danneel taking a hairbrush she brushed the girls’ hair.

She could see Y/N tense. She didn’t know what she was doing at first. Danneel continued to brush her hair, cautiously.

She could see her relax as she continued to brush.

“Your parents never did this, did they?” she asked kindly.

Y/N shaking her head as she brushed her teeth.

Danneel held back warm tears that threatened to surface.

What else have these parents not done for her? she wondered.

Once they’ve finished they went off to their respected rooms. Danneel walking JJ to her room, JJ wanting a story. Y/N headed to her room.

She was about to get herself settled when Jensen and Danneel entered.

“Busy day so far, huh?” Danneel asked.

She nods. “mm-hmm.” She hummed quietly.

“Tomorrow we can have a lazy day, all four of us, just relax and maybe even play outside a little bit. The weather’s supposed to be nice.” Jensen says.

“What do you play?” she asks innocently.

“We could do, tag, or hide and seek, or whatever JJ comes up with.” Jensen chuckles.

“Could you teach me?”

“You never played before?” Jensen asked.

She shook her head innocently.

Jensen’s jaw clenched as he fought back tears of his own.

“We’ll teach ya tomorrow. It’ll be fun.” He says with a smile.

Bending over he gives her a sweet kiss atop her head. Danneel following suit.

She laid there staring up at them with wide eyes.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, you had a busy day.” Jensen says, brushing her hair from her face.

Y/N nodded. Feeling herself grow sleepy, she let her eyes fall closed.

Jensen and Danneel smiled softly as they shut her light off, left her door open slightly letting the hall light in. And went back down to the living room.

 It was getting close to Jensen and Danneel to head to bed themselves.

Just as he shut the TV off they heard a sniffle from the dark hallway. Seeing their new daughter stand in the hall, holding her blanket as she rubbed the tears from her eyes.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Danneel asked.

“What’s got you crying?” Jensen follows up, as they both got up to go to her.

“Bad dream.” She cries.

“Everything’s okay sweetheart, you’re safe.” Jensen consoles, rubbing up and down her arm.

The little girl nods but couldn’t stop crying as a slight tremble shook through her. Jensen felt it.

Jensen without hesitation picked her up, holding her close. Walked back to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap.

“What are you doing?” the little girl asked?

“You never been cuddled before?”

She shook her head against Jensen’s chest.

He only held her tighter.

“Well I’m holding you, making you feel safe. It’s something parents should do to help their kids feel safe after a nightmare, being scared, or even if their kid is having a bad day.”

She nods against him.

Danneel sat beside Jensen, sandwiching the little girl between them.

“It wouldn’t hurt to stay up just a little bit longer.” She says.

Jensen nodding as he places a comforting kiss atop their daughter’s head.

 The little girl slowly adjusted to her new family. Getting kisses and hugs every night. Even getting one from her little sister.

Fourth of July with the family was a struggle for a moment. The loud noises sounding an awful lot like gun fire.

She ran inside, crying.

JJ the only one noticing. She followed her big sister into the house. Finding her behind a couch in the family room, crying.

“Sissy what’s wrong?” JJ asked.

“It’s like the night my mom and dad died. It sounds like the gun he used.”

“Your daddy used a gun?”

Y/N nodded tearfully.

“Well our daddy is not like that. Come on sissy, come back outside.” JJ tells her. encouraging her to come with her. Only to get a fearful shake of her sister’s head. And more tears.

She let out a fearful sob.

JJ took it upon herself to comfort her big sister. She got behind the couch with her, sitting in front of her, she kissed the top of her sisters head while cradling it. Having short arms she couldn’t wrap her sister in her arms not like how her dad does.

“JJ?” Jensen calls. “Y/N?”

The stifled cries from Y/N gave them away.

Jensen found the couch where she hid, to find JJ holding Y/N’s head in a hug.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sissy’s scared of the fireworks.”

Jensen having the gut feeling he knew why she was.

“Why are you scared honey?” He asks anyway.

“It sounds like his gun.” She says with her head on her knees.

Jensen’s heart sank.

“It’s okay honey, we’ll get you through this. How about you hang out inside for a bit. Okay?”

Y/N nodded.

“We can play in here, or we can watch movies in the movie room?”

“Okay.” She says. JJ and Y/N getting up to the movie room and watching movies.

 The little girl made so many friends at her new school. One of her friends took her to church one Sunday for the first time.

Sitting in Sunday school, the teacher walked in.

The little girl saw a picture of Jesus on the cross.

“I know that man, up there on the cross.” She says.

“Oh?” the teacher asks.

She nods. “He was there in my old house, and he held me close to his side. As I hid there behind our couch, the night my parents died.”

She told the teacher her story. Her old mom and dad, tainted with sin, neglecting her.

“But everything is fine now. My new mom and dad, they give me kisses and hugs every day. We play almost every day. Dad plays on TV; he plays a guy who fights monsters with his brother. My dad is a hero.”

“What about your new mom?”

“She brushes my hair every night, her and dad make me feel safe. She’s dad’s sidekick.”

Some kids giggled. The teacher even chuckled.

“That’s sweet honey, how about for the first bit of class, we draw our superheroes. It could be Christ Himself, or your parents. Let’s do that and you can take it home to show everyone.”

The teacher let the kids be and draw away.

 Y/N’s friend’s parent’s dropped her off back home.

“How was church honey?” Danneel asked as she waited outside for her.

“It was good, we drew our superheroes in Sunday school.” She says holding up a picture. Drawn in crayon and marker.

Jensen walked through the door outside, stepping beside Danneel wrapping an arm around her.

“How as church kiddo?”

“Good, I was telling mom I drew my superheroes.” She says.

Jensen peered over Danneel’s shoulder. Seeing the same drawing.

Of stick figures, one with Dad under it, wearing a cape with an S on it. Symbolizing Superman.

He saw another stick figure, the word Mom under it. Wore a skirt and a cape with a S on it as well.

Under the both of their stick figures, she wrote in big letters as big as they would fit on the paper, Thank you.

Jensen walked around, picking up Y/N, hugging her close. Danneel joining in the hug as she hugged her and Jensen as close as she could.

“We love you so much sweetheart, and you’re most welcome.” Jensen says, holding back the tears.

She smiled against him as her parents held her close.

At first growing up, she never knew what it was like to be loved, to be given a kiss or a hug. To be cuddled, or let alone held in a loving and cuddling way.

Now she doesn’t have to worry about another fight. She doesn’t have to worry about her dad going off drinking, when he’s always home with his family. She doesn’t have to worry about her mom doing drugs to get through the day, when her mom just needs to see her girls smile, to hear her girls laugh to make her day better. 

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a/n: Did you cry? Here are some virtual tissues, I cried too hun. How’d you like it, let me know! Feedback is always appreciated!

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@flamencodiva, @anotherspnfanfic, @megzdoodle, @misfit0118​

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[austinpanda]

Dad Letter 07032021

3 July, 2021

Dear Dad--

Well, the past week was a bit of a kick in the happy sack, but it wasn’t all bad! I suppose I could say the depression was bad last week, but I take some comfort knowing that it was mostly due to external causes, because it’s nice to know that, when your head is full of fuck, so to speak, it’s the store bought kind, and not something created by your own anxieties and shortcomings. Basically my job has been poopy and unchanged. I’m still learning the new and more complicated audit, and I still haven’t mastered it, although I have improved a great deal. And for lots of reasons my boss probably wouldn’t want me discussing, it is better if I master this audit as soon as I possibly can. Only problem is, of all the reasons why I need to learn it faster, none of them actually helps me learn it faster; they only increase the pressure on me, which, if anything, makes me learn it slower.

And because all this is work that’s second nature to my boss, he doesn’t have a tremendous amount of baked-in empathy for my plight. He’s sitting there thinking, “It’s just tic-tac-toe. I explained how to play a dozen times now. Why can’t he play tic-tac-toe yet?” (From my point of view, you can remove “tic-tac-toe” and substitute “Chinese algebra in Braille” and it’ll be more accurate.) That means, for about five weeks now, I’ve come to work every day I’m scheduled and I fail at this audit again, and I don’t get any positive reinforcement from anyone, because I’m not impressing anyone. It’s not long before that sort of thing takes all the wind out of your sails.

Part of the problem with learning the new audit was my desire to create a comprehensive how-to document about it for my own reference, and my boss’s concern that such a guide would only be confusing and slow things down. But I was finally permitted to create it, so now it’ll be good if I can do more of the audit on my own, without help. And I did! It’s still not very impressive to my boss, though, because I’ve moved from the stage where I fuck it up because it’s frightening, confusing, and awful, to the point where I fuck it up because I think I understand it now, so I do more of it on my own, and little shit gets missed. But the next step is, I’ll actually understand it, and stop making mistakes. That part should arrive soon.

To add to the mental fuckery, is the fact that they’re only scheduling me three days a week, and working part time like that earns me no benefits at all, and only pays enough that I’d have to eat leaves and insects, if I didn’t have a retirement savings that’s just about gone. So yeah, my problem is that the job sucks, and there’s too little of it. (It’s the old joke, “The food here is terrible.” “Yes, and the portions are too small.”) The boss just texted me yesterday to tell me the auditor above me is leaving on the 19th, and I assume, once that full time guy is gone, I’ll get to take his full time shift. As soon as I start working full time at the casino, I should be making enough to cover all my bills, and I’ll be self-sustaining again. Although I hate that my co-auditor is leaving the company--and I do hate it, because this guy is sweet and kind, in addition to being good at the work--this should remove a lot of my financial anxieties. Now I can stop drawing on savings and start sticking money back into my retirement instead.

So! Tomorrow is the 4th of July, and the first day of my work week. And because our parking garage is one of the tallest structures in downtown Bangor, it should be filled beyond capacity by the time I get off work by people who want to stand on the top level to watch fireworks. I’ll go to work, and because it’s actually a Sunday, it’s a day with just the boss and me, no other auditors. And we’ll sit down and have a little chat about where my job is going. This may sound heavy, but it’s not the kind of thing that makes me nervous. He now needs me more than ever, because I’m about to be the second-most experienced auditor in the office, right behind him. Perhaps he will take the opportunity to impress upon me the urgency of mastering the new audit, at which time I will impress upon him my belief that, if he’d let me build the notes I wanted from day one, I would no longer need them, because I’d have mastered it by now. Chex Mix, libtards.

Enough about my job. I learned something about how airplanes fly that blew my mind. I love science shit! You know the basic concept of how airplanes fly: you just need air passing over the wings. Because of the wing’s shape, air passes more quickly over the wing than under it. The faster-moving air equals reduced air pressure, and this negative air pressure over the wings grabs the plane and sucks it up into the sky by its wings. (I don’t know why it is, but I know that faster wind speed equals lower air pressure. It’s how you know a tornado or hurricane is coming: The air pressure drops, because the air is moving so fast.) More speed, or bigger wings, equals more lift. The way the air slides over the wing is called a laminar flow. BUT!!!! On a delta-wing aircraft, like a Concorde, where the wing makes a big triangle shape, that’s not how the lift is generated. It’s not a layer of air passing over the wing providing lift; it’s something else. (When I heard this, I thought, “No it’s not, and you’re a lying sack of shit!”) But as it turns out, with a triangle-shaped airplane, like the Concorde, the wing actually creates twin vortices of air, one above each wing. It’s not air passing over the wing providing lift, it’s a little tornado on its side, right above the wing, which you generally can’t see because it’s composed of air, spinning so quickly that it creates the low air pressure that sucks the plane up into the air by its wings. I learned this in a documentary about the Concorde that crashed and brought all Concorde flights to a halt.

It’s been a good weekend, and I assume this will end up being one of my last unwanted four-day weekends before I go full time. We went to visit plant scientist guy and his husband yesterday, and Zach made a big slow cooker full of barbecue pulled pork for us all to make sandwiches out of. We added grilled pineapple rings to our sandwiches; that shit was amazing. And he (plant scientist guy) is growing a garden that Zach has planted some stuff in. By the fall, we should have some pumpkins, and something like four different kinds of basil. I use basil in cooking about as often as I use kitty litter, but Bryan/plant scientist guy did pick a handful of lemon basil and let me smell it. That, too, was kind of amazing, because it smelled just like a handful of lemon-scented dish soap. I’ve now googled it, and yeah, it’s good in cooking, because of its unmistakable lemony scent. And it goes by other names, including Thai lemon basil, and hoary basil, uh-huh-huh-huh.

Apropos of nothing, the weather here has been fucking with my brain of late. For four days last week, we had highs in the 90s, which is unusual here, or at least it used to be. Without central AC, of course, living with 90s outside means living with 90s inside, and it sucks, especially when you try to fall asleep and it’s still hot. Finally, the place where I live remembered that it’s in Maine, and a big storm front came through, and now our highs are in the 50s again with 100% clouds and rain, and I had to put on a sweater this morning, and my poor brain thinks it’s the holiday season. I keep catching myself having the same first half of a thought: “We may have a couple of problems, but at least it’s Christm--oh shit.”

Since I’m expecting this to be one of my last four day weekends, I should endeavor to enjoy the last day of it, so I shall now begin exerting pressure on myself to think of fun things to do, and ultimately spend the day thinking more about what I should do than doing anything. (That really is the most efficient way to get nothing done, I’ve found.) I believe I’m going to have less difficulty filling my weekend with fun diversions, once the weekend is only two days long, the way it is for most people, especially since we can now go to movies and restaurants again. We seem to have survived the plague! Well done, all of us!

More next week. All my love and hugs to you both!

[reesesxxpieces-blog]

Spencer James "Fourth of July /week/ got you thinking... is that fireworks I hear outside at 3 a.m. or are those gunshots...?"

Reiyas Kingston Fuck me, this is painfully true.

Spencer James "Right? My husband works nights and I've got two small children. Gotta turn off my cop instincts here and realize there is no threat!!"

Reiyas Kingston Ohhhh, woman of the law, eh? I work with the government, too. Special branch that li- fucking jesus christ, I did it again. Forget you heard that... and my cussing. Sorry.

Spencer James "You owe me no apology, I assure. And yeah, I'm a cop this week. I'll let you know if that rings true next week or not. But for now, yes. Philadelphia Homicide Detective. It seems your title is classified?"

Reiyas Kingston Ah, I've heard that tune a time or two. If you're anything like me, passion can put you in compromising positions in like fields. From what I've seen, anyway. Philly though? I'm in New York; just a hop, skip, and jump away. Hah, yes. It's supposed to be... not sure my brain can remember that part. Ahem, anyway. Name's Reiyas. Reiyas Kingston.

Spencer James "Yeah... I've come into a bit of a temper, I suppose you could say. Swear I've had more time on leave this year than clock days. Oh well. Is what it is. New York, huh? I haven't made my way that direction yet. I transferred into PPD from Dallas about two and a half years ago. I like the city, but I sure get homesick from time to time. People just are in such a hurry here. No one says hello. I'm glad you did, Mister Kingston. I'm Spencer James. It's nice to meet you."

Johnny William "Gunshots don't echo. Fireworks do..."

Spencer James “When I’m half asleep in bed, it’s hard to listen for the echo while I’m reaching for my piece and trying to get out of the room and into the boys’ rooms. Think you’re just going to have to take the rest of the week off with me.” Nods.

Johnny William "I'm home tonight anyway."

Spencer James “And tomorrow night and the one after that and the one after that and… well, the rest of the week?"

Johnny William "I'll have to take it up with the boss."

Spencer James “I’d just feel better if you were here is all. Especially after all the shit that went down a couple weeks ago. It’s just a lot and the boys are so little and… I’d just feel better if you were here. Or if we were all somewhere else."

Johnny William "I got you, hun." knowing he had been playing around with her, he did understand what she was saying. "You overwhelmed?"

Spencer James “I’m… worried. You’re gone at night and I know you have to be, but if something went down here, no matter what skillset I have under my belt, I… John, I'm scared," she confessed, words that didn't ever leave the woman’s lips, but there they were. Seeing what she’d seen there on their own front lawn while trying to comfort both boys and keep them safe, knowing there was nothing she could do for him or Judas outside enduring what they were, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if something like that should happen when he wasn’t there.

Johnny William "Our house is watched at night. When I'm not here...hell, when I am here." he stated simply, as she had to know he wouldn't just let her take it all on herself after what had happened. "The club is monitoring our street and the one behind it and the house itself. Our security system is updated but honestly...we might have to start making some other changes too."

Spencer James “I know this, I do. And it’s all great and I know there’s literally nothing more that could really be done there outside of posting snipers at the front porch. But there’s just something altogether better about it all when you’re here. Those guys out there will only do so much to protect your kids and wife. But you. I know what you’d do. I’m not saying I ever want that to happen, but there’s a safety in that.” She paused, second guessing her own vulnerability as it wasn’t something she often showed. “Ya know, it’s really just my head and there’s probably nothing you can do to fix that. I just worry. About you. About the boys. And what I’d do the day I ever had to protect them and do something at the same time."

Johnny William "Those guys aren't hired help. They're my brothers. I grew up with them, we've shed blood for one another. I put food on their table for their own kids and I don't doubt for a minute that they'd lay their lives down for mine and the club itself. It was a declaration of war." he reminded her as it was club politics and maybe not something she'd understand if she had not been brought up in it the way he had. A shake of his head as it wasn't just her head but an honest vulnerability. "Maybe it's time to move then."

Spencer James Hearing him out as he spoke about those men that would guard their home when John was away, as well as when he was home, she nodded her head. Understanding. Not having meant to discredit them. As he shook his head at her thinking it was just her head, she was shocked at the words that would leave his lips next. “No, John. No way,” she argued, her hand quick to find the side of his face, her touch soft and just as sincere as she was, her eyes meeting his. “This is our home. Our home that you did and sacrificed so much for. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to ever move."

Johnny William "and I'll do again and sacrifice for with a house out in the North East or something. It's not like it'll all be for nothing." he reminded her, as they'd get all his work back in property value by this point. "If you don't feel safe here then it doesn't leave much of an option. It's my only way to fix this and make you feel more comfortable."

Spencer James Hearing him out, she understood why he wanted to do this, but it wasn’t at all what she wanted. She didn’t want to move to the northeast and then them both have their commutes, if and when she got pulled from leave again. She didn’t want to move just because she was nervous at night. This was the home that held every incredible memory of them as a family and no amount of money could be placed on that in her mind. She shook her head again, her hand slipping to the back of his neck, drawing her forehead against his. “I don’t want to move, John."

Johnny William "Spence..." hearing her being a bit unreasonable on this one due to the attachment she found on those four walls. "We'd make a home of wherever we are. This house isn't what makes us." he'd remind her, as it was merely dry wall and some plaster and little else.

Spencer James She understood, but it wouldn’t be enough to change her mind at the same time. He nearly lost his life for this house. He surprised her with this house. She’d never forget how she felt walking through those halls for the first time, knowing what he’d put into that house. The tone of her name at his lips spoke loudly, yet she’d still dig her feet in on this. “I don’t want to move, John,” she repeated, feeling the conviction deep within her. “I want to live here with you and our boys until we outgrow it or until the roof falls in. I don’t want to go and leave all of this because your wife showed her chicken shit side. I’ve never felt unsafe here before and I know it’s just with all that’s happened recently and this holiday and what not. But no part of me is ready to leave our home to make another."

Johnny William "It ain't about bein' chicken shit. It's realistic after what just happened." hell, his ribs hadn't even healed yet. It was still current events but he saw that they would reach a stalemate here. Maybe even the potential for an argument and he just wasn't feeling it. Letting himself inject the seed and see if she'd take to it. "Alright."

Spencer James As he withdrew from the conversation, she wouldn’t realize the seed he would plant here, one that would surely take root in the coming days and weeks if she was left to think about it and weigh it on her own. With her hand to the back of his neck, she lowered her face into his chest, breathing him in as she had so many times over the last two years. “Just don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to any of you,” she offered, an honest sentiment that stood as the root of it all, though knowing all the while that John was no safer here than he was out at night, finding it all too uncertain for her liking.

Johnny William If she was thinking like that, there was an even bigger issue yet he didn't say it. God knows he was thinking it. Feeling her at his chest as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Spencer James Feeling him there to the top of her head, her hands found his sides. Things hadn't been so terrifying to her when it was just the two of them. But now that there were two little boys there with the intent for more, she grew more nervous by the day. Paranoia was setting in and the voices in her head became louder and louder. There, with him home, was the only time she felt entirely secure and as though she could breathe.

Johnny William "So realistically speakin' what would help? You wanna start keeping Scrappy downstairs?" He asked curiously, as atleast the dog would startle to anything on that bottom level.

Spencer James As he spoke again, she remained there to his chest, hearing out his suggestion as she lifted her chin so that her eyes could meet his. "Yeah, that might help," she offered, willing to give it a try and see if it helped her sleep at night. Unsure if this was just a phase, she hated feeling so insecure, yet was beyond thankful that he didn't fault her for it and seemed to completely understand.

Johnny William "Okay. So just keep him on the other side of the baby gate before you go to sleep." He reasoned, as Scrappy wouldn't like it but he'd have the couch all to himself and that would have to suffice.

Spencer James Giving up a gentle nod, she would do that the next night, only able to hope the dog would understand and perhaps even feel as though he had a job to do. Her hands gripped at his sides, face finding his chest once more, realizing just how long it had been since she found herself in this position before him.

Johnny William Feeling her infront of him, his hands gently massaging her shoulders as the woman was stressed. Lips to the top of her head. "You want a back rub?" He asked curiously.

Spencer James Feeling his kiss to the top of her head, she would hear his question a moment later as his hands worked gently against her shoulders. A soft hum passed her lips at his offer before she was lifting her head again, meeting his eyes, and giving up a soft nod of her head. "That sounds incredible," she stated honestly, a small smile there to her features.

Johnny William Nodding as he'd take up the charge on this one as his hands remained to her shoulders. "Okay. You tell me when and where." He offered as he spotted her smile.

Spencer James The bed was dangerous and she knew it all too well. The sofa, however... wasn't quite as dangerous, but certainly wasn't unheard of for them. "How about... now? Upstairs?" She asked, deciding to live dangerously, knowing where this could lead should one of them take it there.

Johnny William "Alright." Chin jut for her up the stairs as he wasn't too concerned with it in all truth nor was he ever.

Spencer James Finding that gesture at his chin, she stepped back from him, her hands leaving his sides as she took a step towards the staircase.

Johnny William Following behind her so closely he might have run into her in the case of sudden stops. Hoping to irritate her as much as possible.

Spencer James Feeling him there behind her, she glanced over her shoulder to him. "You gonna take me in the ass right here?" She asked, teasingly.

Johnny William "You know it." Definitely close enough, he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Spencer James Smirking as his lips found her shoulder, it was all too tempting. "I might hold you to that..."

Johnny William "Don't threaten me with a good time." He commented honestly, lips to the side of her neck.

Spencer James Feeling him to the side of her neck, her foot found the staircase, her hand taking to the railing as his kiss was entirely too distracting. "John..." she warned as he was starting something there that they both knew she wouldn't be able to draw away from.

Johnny William "I know, I know." He stated honestly, knowing what she was warning as he'd draw his lips back but not his body.

Spencer James Feeling him partially withdraw yet not entirely, she couldn't help but smirk. Taking one step at a time, always thinking those stairs took too long to get up in moments like these. "Should've chose the sofa," she whispered just under her breath.

Johnny William "Coulda' shoulda woulda.'" He reminded her as they got to the top of the steps and heading towards the bedroom.

Spencer James “Yeah, I hear you,” she teased back, her feet finding that top step where she’d promptly turn around even with his close proximity. Her hands instantly there to the back of his neck as her lips were seeking out his kiss, his actions being that which would turn this around from a massage to the potential for something so much more than that.

-July 3, 2017