Quill, Parchment, & Ink

Jensen whined as he attempted to crawl under the blankets with Cougar, but was stymied by the burrito wrap the sniper had made in his sleep. “Coouugs,” he whined, pawing at the coverings. Cougar didn’t respond to the noise at first, prompting the tech to burrow closer. He ran a hand over the lump that was his partner. “Coug, I’ve had a horrible day. I just want you to cuddle me. Please?”

“You’re all wet,” Cougar’s voice came from deep within the blankets. “Go dry off.”

“Come take a shower with me,” Jensen begged.

“No,” was the succinct reply.

“Come on,” Jensen wielded. He tugged at the blankets again. “Nice warm, wet Cougar should be my reward for the horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day that Jensen has had to deal with.”

“Go shower and come back to bed,” Cougar told him. “Before you start shivering.”

When Jensen returned from showering, Cougar had worked his way out of the burrito and was sprawled on his back. The blond crawled into bed, muttering about all the things that had gone wrong that day. Without replying, Cougar wrapped his arms around his partner.

Jensen tucked his head into the crook of Cougar’s neck. “I had a crappy day,” he complained.

“You’re home now, mi corazón,” Cougar told him. “And we’ll be back on rotation soon enough.”

“Tell Clay the next time he gets hurt to do it so we aren’t off rotation,” Jensen grumbled.

“Go to sleep,” Cougar said, rubbing Jensen’s head.

Still mumbling, Jensen did as instructed.

mi corazón—my heart