( late sorta depends on who you ask. for him, the inky veil of the night's no different than when he shuts his eyes, sleep a rare blanket of comfort to find between countless nights on the road. hell, whatever him and sammy were chasing this time—so far two shades away from squat—had made even the idea of an aged motel room better than crashing in the back seat of the impala.
there's a callous palm scrubbing down along his cheeks, stubble-covered jaw as he hears phone vibrate against the end table on his side of the room, sammy perched behind some makeshift divider and likely either nose deep in some angel coding or dappling in sweet dreams.
last person he thinks to find contacting him at such an hour is her. definitely doesn't sound like it's the right time to tease, knows something's likely gnawing itself at her from the inside out enough to send something so startlingly submissive, but he can't help himself. naturally. maybe he just wants to see exactly how willing she is to give him that control. )
You gonna say please?
Weren't very nice the last time I saw you, you think you deserve it?
obviously she says with a brick of prose
there's a callous palm scrubbing down along his cheeks, stubble-covered jaw as he hears phone vibrate against the end table on his side of the room, sammy perched behind some makeshift divider and likely either nose deep in some angel coding or dappling in sweet dreams.
last person he thinks to find contacting him at such an hour is her. definitely doesn't sound like it's the right time to tease, knows something's likely gnawing itself at her from the inside out enough to send something so startlingly submissive, but he can't help himself. naturally. maybe he just wants to see exactly how willing she is to give him that control. )
You gonna say please?
Weren't very nice the last time I saw you, you think you deserve it?