*crawls out from underneath a rock with a devil's trap carved into it*

Hey guys! I've gotta apologize because the Supernatural Fandom broke into my house in the middle of the night and said "Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days."

Needless to say, I went on quite an adventure with those adorable sons of bitches.

But I'm back now guys! This is pretty much the polar opposite of what I've been writing for Supernatural and I'm pretty sure Dean is gonna come kick my ass for writing such fluff.

Anyway, from the desk of an eighteen year old nothing.

She pushed the large white comforter off of herself and stretched. She looked to her right and saw the sun setting. She sighed and rolled onto her left side, feeling the sun's warmth soaking into her back. She snuggled deeper into the bed, not quite ready to face the day. She heard soft footsteps and sleepily looked towards the doorway. She saw him standing there, sweatpants slung low on his hips, smiling softly at her. She patted the bed beside her and pulled back the sheets. He shook his head, but lay down nonetheless. As soon as he pulled the covers up, she cuddled up to him, pressing close against his chest. She felt his chuckle vibrate through his chest as she clung to his soft t-shirt. His arms wrapped around her and she felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets or the sun spread through her. She pushed her face into his neck. He pressed his lips to her hair and sighed.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she said. She let the strong beat of his heart lull her into a doze. She felt his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"You do realize that we have to get ready for work soon, right?" His voice interrupted her sleep.

"Shhhhh, if you don't say it, we won't have to do it."

"Morgan, that's not the way this works," he said gently, a smile apparent in his voice.

"Shhh."

"Morg-"

"Shhh." She put her hand over his mouth. She was unprepared when he licked her hand, but she really should have realized that he would do that.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, jumping back and glaring at him. She smacked his arm. He faked being offended and tackled her. As he was leaning over her, with her arms pinned above her head, he grinned triumphantly. She got a mischievous look in her eyes and reached up to capture his lips in her own. She felt his surprise, but he immediately responded with enthusiasm. She felt his grip on her hands loosen and slipped free. With a single movement, she reversed their positions.

"I win," she said happily.

"I think we both won this one," he said, smirking at her. She laughed and he winked at her. She ran a hand through his sandy brown hair and gazed lovingly at his deep hazel eyes.

"We should really get ready for work," he said.

"We don't have enough time for each of us to get a shower," she said.

"I guess we'll just have to share, then," he sighed, shrugging. She laughed.

"I guess we will," she said. He slipped out from under her and kissed her cheek before heading to the bathroom. As he walked out, the sunlight caught on the golden ring she had slipped onto his left hand only three weeks ago. The golden ring with three small diamonds on her own hand glistened in the fading light. She sighed to herself and smiled. Everyone always said that the perfect man was impossible to find. She supposed that might be mostly true, because she hadn't found her perfect Man.

Her perfect man had found her.

Fin