[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme smiled contently as Dean snuggled back up with her and tangled his legs with hers and then felt his heart flutter. She opened her eyes, blinking the sleep from them “Then my plan is working.” she said with a laugh in her tone. Her smile grew when he turned his head, brushing his nose with her, then kissed her. She returned his kiss and closed her eyes once more. The events from last night playing again in her mind. It was a wonder the two of them ended up making it to the room, even if she wasn’t as drunk as Dean was. 

She remembered taking the key from him because he was having trouble finding the keyhole, and once they were in the room and they shut the door, he thanked her by sweeping her off her feet and into bed. When Dean laughed, she figured he was remembering the same thought she was. Esme opened her eyes at hearing his phone buzz on the table. It was obvious he was ignoring it as he brushed his fingers along her jaw, giving her a little shiver. “I think you may be right about that.” she laughed. 

“If he has to come looking for you, I’m sure he’ll be even more pissed.” She grinned and rubbed her nose against his. Then she brought her hand to rest on his cheek, brushing her thumb over his lips before kissing him.