A Chapter Out Of Sequence
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banshee1013I'm writing a Dresden Files/SPN/Mists of Avalon crossover, and in the process of re-writing what I've already written - but occasionally, I'll get inspiration for scenes out of order of where I am in the story. That happened today, so I'm posting it here for comment.
Characters: OFC/Castiel
Warnings: EXPLICIT
Setting the scene:
Castiel is worried about Katalina, who bears the mantle of power of the Lady of Avalon and wields Excalibur, a Sword of the Cross and part of the Holy Regalia of Avalon. Cas and Kat share a connection due to an accidental soulgaze.
Prior to this scene, Kat, Sam, Dean, and Cas battled a Denarian named Victor/Samael, and Kat was badly injured in the fight. They are back in the Bunker with Kat unconscious, Sam and Dean asleep, and Cas is waiting to see if Kat wakes up.
Hidden behind a cut for reasons.
Cas's POV.
Playlist:
- "Someone Saved My Life" by Elton John
- "Fade Into You" by Mazzy Star
- "Broken Wings" by Mr. Mister
- "Slow Burn" by Kasey Musgraves
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Castiel paced the Library. He couldn't settle, and couldn't identify the feeling… FEELING… in the pit of his stomach that has been there since he saw Katalina's still form on the floor of the hospital morgue. The rush of blood pounding in his ears as he rushed to her side. The harsh rasp of his voice as he called for Sam and Dean. The sharp exhale of breath as he felt for and found her pulse still beating in her throat. The tremble of his arms as he picked up her still form and carried her to the Impala. The way his breath would still in his lungs until she breathed again, every time, on the ride home. The pressure in his chest when he laid her, still unconscious, on the bed and closed the door.
As Dean would say - What the FUCK?
He ground his teeth and continued to pace.
A new sensation, then - like a dark corner in a room in his mind slowly lightening as the sun streaks through an open window - and he realized Kat had woken up.
A breath he didn't know he was holding surged from his lungs, and he began to run - then stopped, the sound reverberating through the quiet sleeping Bunker. Not wanting to wake Sam and Dean just yet, not until he knew her status, he slowed his pace. Reaching the closed door to her room, his knuckle rapped quietly on the door. "Katalina?" he breathed quietly, and listened for a response. At first, all he heard was the sound of music coming from the iPod. He concentrated, engaging his Grace to amplify his hearing, and he heard something else - the quiet, irregular sound of hitching breath.
Cracking the door, he peered in to see Katalina sitting with her feet on the edge of the bed, knees pulled up and face buried in them. A soft wispy sound was coming from behind them, shoulders shaking. Castiel knocked again, a little louder, and Katalina's tear-streaked face peeked up from behind her knees, turned towards him.
"Can I come in?", Castiel asked quietly. Katalina nodded in agreement, and hid her face behind her knees again.
Castiel entered and closed the door behind him, slowly approaching her like he would a frightened deer, and carefully took a seat next to her on the bed. Her shoulders have stopped shaking, and he can hear the breathy sound of her singing along with the iPod:
"And someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me, didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye"
Another raspy sob from behind her knees and her shoulders began to shake again.
Castiel reached a hand towards her, hesitantly, pausing before placing it on her shoulder, then inexplicably ran his hand down her arm to grasp her hands clenched tightly over her knees, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Katalina looked up, turning her face towards him. Laying her head on top of her knees, the steel blue eyes met his, shining damply in the dim lamplight. A small smile briefly floated over her lips, and she returned the squeeze. Sighing but still holding his hand, she released her knees and placed her feet on the floor, and Castiel gasped at the sight of the dark purple bruises encircling her neck.
Rising from the bed, he knelt in front of her, reaching for her chin and gently raising it to get a better look. The bruises ran on both sides, four long ones running back on either side of her neck and a shorter fifth running forward on each side of her Adam's apple. He can see the swelling without even touching. She pulled away, casting her eyes aside.
Castiel cupped her face with his hand, gently turning her back to meet her eyes.
"I can heal this…" He raised his right hand towards her throat, two fingers extended.
"NO." Her voice is rough and barely above a whisper, pushing his hand away.
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "Why? I don’t understand…" Then he remembered the sword practice session in the garage - how she insisted he not use his Grace to fully protect her from bruising. He sighed. "You learn from your bruises."
Katalina nodded in agreement.
Castiel sighed and instead raised his hand to cup the other side of her face. His thumbs wiped the tears from her face, then pressed his forehead to hers. Their noses brushed and he felt her breath sigh against his lips.
Without forethought or reason, he tilted her head ever so slightly, and brushed his lips against hers. She at first jerked back in surprise, but an instant later melted against them, her lips parting and closing around his bottom lip.
Castiel felt a dull heat form low in his stomach, and raising higher on his knees, tilted her head back slightly, tongue probing her lips. A soft moan against his lips and she sucks it in.
After a long moment, Castiel broke the kiss and pulled back, breathless, dropping his hands to his lap, his eyes wide. He searched her face for retribution but found none.
Still, he felt the need to apologize. "I - I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me…"
Katalina smiled and, reaching for his hand, pulled him back up, their noses touching, so close they're breathing the same air. Her hand brushed up his neck, her thumb tracing his jawline, then pulled him in for another deep kiss.
The iPod kicked over to another song:
"I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take the breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth…"
Katalina broke the kiss this time, leaving Castiel breathless again. The dull heat has turned into a burn, low in his gut and reaching around to the back of his spine. Their eyes met and he felt the remnants of the soulgaze, that instant and encompassing connection. Her eyes unfocused briefly, and with a small nod of her head as if coming to a decision, she stood, bent over to grasp his hands, and pulled him up to stand before her. Her right hand reached behind his head and pulled him into another kiss, her left hand on his shoulder.
He raised his arms to pull her closer, but her left hand stroked down his arm, pushing it back down. Not breaking the kiss, her right hand left his neck and does the same on the right. Brushing her fingers against the backs of his hands, she touched his stomach through his shirt, and he broke the kiss, gasping in surprise. Keeping his eyes, her hands ran up his chest to rest on his shoulders underneath his suit jacket and overcoat, and in one swift move she slid them both from his shoulders and down his arms, like shucking an oyster. Her eyes never leaving his, she pulled them free of his arms and tossed them towards the chair by the desk. They hit the chair but slid to the floor, and neither of them cared.
Castiel, with a low throaty rumble, grasped her waist and pulled her in. She lifted her face for another kiss, her hands raised to his tie, loosening the knot and pulling the end free. The pull of the tie around his neck caused shivers to race down his spine and join the pool of heat at the base of it. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt and her lips followed, down his neck to the pulse point, to the indent in his neck, to his sternum and then to lightly trace around a nipple. Another shudder raced down his spine, and his hips involuntarily thrusted against her. A soft moan whispered from her lips across the moistness on his nipple, and it hardened almost painfully at the contact, eliciting a moan from Castiel. Her hands continued down, unbuttoning his shirt to the last button. Pulling it free from his pants, her hands ran back up his bare chest to his shoulders, and she shucked it free, tossing it to join the growing pile by the chair.
Castiel trembles, his knees wobbly. Katalina unbuckled his belt and pulled it free, tossing it aside. Gently grasping his waist, she turned him around so that his back faced the bed, the backs of his knees bumping the edge. Her lips moved to the other nipple as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Fingers reached into the waistband of pants and boxers, she pulled both down to his ankles, dropping to her knees. Looking up at him, her lips parted and Castiel wanted nothing more than to kiss her again.
Katalina reached up, placing a hand on his stomach, and gently pushed. Castiel's knees buckled, his bare ass hitting the bed. Katalina deftly pulled off shoes and socks, then freed his legs from the pants and boxers, adding them to the pile.
She stands up before him, still fully clothed, and he finally remembered what to do.
Reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, he pulled it up past her bra but can reach no further, so she removed it the rest of the way as he reached around back to unclasp the bra… but couldn't find the clasp. She choked a raspy laugh, then moved his hands to the front - ah, a front closure. Unsnapping it, his hands brushed across her breasts as he lifted the straps from her shoulder and down her arms, tossing it aside. He grasped her by the waist and pulled her close, sucking her right breast into his mouth. Katalina whispered a moan and her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his fingers dropped down to unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down. He mirrored her moves, pulling pants and underwear down to her knees. She kicked them down the rest of the way, and then with a flick of her ankle they joined the pile.
Castiel pulled away from Katalina's breasts, hands on her hips, and looked up to meet her eyes. She smiled down at him, then placed her left knee on the bed next to him and started to move her right to join it.
A sudden panic overcame him - he's been in this position before. His mind flicked to a memory when he was mortal, and a kind stranger named April gave him a sandwich when he was starving, took him home to get him out of the elements and bandage up his wounds, took him to her bed - then tortured and killed him the next morning. He knew from personal experience that Katalina had deadly skills and his panicked brain caused him to crab-crawl backwards until his head smacked the headboard - the impact clearing his head. Katalina is not April. And all he wanted right now was to feel her against him, feel him in her.
He raised pleading, apologetic eyes to her, but she didn't appear to be aware of his panic. Her eyes were glowing, her skin was flushed, and her tongue had wet her lips shiny. Her right knee joined the left, and she crawled up low, brushing her body against his legs, until she reached his cock. The breath from her nostrils brushed against his balls and left him breathless. Keeping his eyes, her tongue flicked out and traced fire from the base of his balls to the bundle of nerves at the base of the head, and Castiel moaned, back arched and hands clawing at the sheets.
The iPod stilled briefly, then began to play again:
"Baby, I don't understand
Why we can't just hold on
To each other's hands
This time will be the last
I fear unless I make it all too clear
I need you so…"
Katalina shifted back to kneel on her heels, her left hand cradling Castiel's balls, the right grasping the base of his cock, and she licked the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before lowering her mouth over the shaft until her lips met her right hand. Pulling back up, her right hand followed, slick from spit, and jerked him slowly while her tongue swirled the tip again.
Castiel's eyes glazed over, and any illusions of a repeat of April vanished, along with every other conscious thought.
Katalina repeated the motion, her cheeks hollowing on the way up, repeating until Castiel can't take it anymore, and, panting, reached to pull her up to him, crushing his lips against hers, licking hotly into her mouth and tasting the salty flavor from his cock there. One hand tangled in her hair, the other stroked down her back, pressing her body against him as if trying to pull her whole body into him.
Katalina broke the kiss and placed her forehead against his, eyes closed, breath coming shallow and fast. Her eyes snapped open and Castiel stared deep into those steel blue eyes again, flecks of silver and gold dancing in them, and he is breathless and wants to be in her so bad it hurts. He rocked his hips up, his cock brushing the inside of her thighs slick with her own juices, and a choking raspy moan rattled her damaged throat. Reaching back, she grasped his cock and guided it inside her, then slid down until her ass hit his balls. Her forehead dropped to his chest with a breathy whispered cry.
A wave of heat surged from Castiel's cock all the way up his spine and chest and exploded from his mouth in the form of a throaty groan. They stayed still like this for a moment, then Katalina raised her head, arched her back, and slid back up, all the way to the tip before sliding back down again. Castiel's hands grasped her waist, fingers digging into her hipbones, his hips rocking to match her tempo.
Suddenly she stopped, pressing her body down against his again, panting and catching her breath. She looked up to meet his eyes, reaching her right arm around his neck. Her left arm and leg flush against his side, she curled her right leg around his thighs, and pulled him on top of her. Digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she pulled him deeper inside of her, her mouth open and teeth grazing his collarbone before moving to his neck to bite and suck the pulse point. Castiel shuddered a groan against her shoulder, then found her lips, kissing deep as he thrusts into her.
Each thrust squeezed a thready rasping cry from her, and Castiel knew she was getting close, as was he… and he was desperate to hear her when the moment arrived. He reached two fingers to her throat and closed his eyes, and with the next thrust a full throaty moan burst past her lips. Shocked, her eyes flew to his in accusation, but she was too close, and with the next thrust her body quivered and convulsed, her shuddering cries muffled against his shoulder. The building pressure and heat at the base of his spine burst with the next thrust, a deep quaking groan against her temple as he came.
Katalina reached her hands into his hair and pulled his head up to glare into his eyes.
"What did you do? Did you heal me…"
Castiel looked away. "Not all of it."
She pulled him back, grabbing his eyes again. "What does that mean…"
"Just your voice. Your bruises are yours and I wouldn't take them away from you against your wishes, but your voice…" Castiel's voice broke, and he continued in a shaking whisper, "I needed to hear your voice. I needed to hear what you sound like when I've made you happy."
Katalina's eyes, soft and misty, closed, and she pulled him down for a kiss.
The iPod played a slow dreamy guitar riff:
"Born in a hurry, always late
Haven't been early since '88
Texas is hot, I can be cold
Grandma cried when I pierced my nose
Good in a glass, good on green
Good when you're putting your hands all over me…"
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They lay like that for a while, limbs entangled, enjoying the feel of skin against skin, sweat cooling in the night air.
Castiel traced his fingers down Katalina's side, softly laughing when he touched a ticklish spot above her hips and she punched him, then over her hips to cup her cheek before sliding up her back, eliciting a contented sigh as she snuggled deeper into his shoulder.
Finally, he sighed and reluctantly untangled himself from her, crawling out of the bed. Moving to the small sink in the room, he grabbed a washcloth and ran the hot water tap, which admirably started steaming almost immediately. Adding a bit of cold water to tip the temp to merely hot, he wet the washcloth and cleaned himself off, grabbing another washcloth to dry off with. Rinsing and wringing out the first one, he brought it along with the dry one back to the bed where Katalina laid on her side, eyes half closed.
He laid the dry cloth on his thigh and smoothed back the sweaty hair from her forehead, kissing her temple. She stirred and rolled onto her back, which is where he wanted her. Using the wet washcloth, he cleaned her as well, drawing a shuddering breath from her when hitting still-sensitive areas, following with the dry washcloth. He tossed both back toward the sink, the wet one making it into the bowl but the dry one hitting the edge and falling to the floor.
He considered going over to place it in the sink but the sight of Katalina laying in the warm bed changed his mind, and he climbed back in next to her. Reaching down to pull the sheet and bedspread over them, he lay down on his back. Katalina curled up against his side, her face snuggled into his neck, right arm slung lazily over his chest and right leg embracing his hips. He leaned his cheek against her forehead, then turned to kiss it. He felt her body relax as she drifted off to sleep, and he stared up at the ceiling and wondered what was happening to him.
Characters: OFC/Castiel
Warnings: EXPLICIT
Setting the scene:
Castiel is worried about Katalina, who bears the mantle of power of the Lady of Avalon and wields Excalibur, a Sword of the Cross and part of the Holy Regalia of Avalon. Cas and Kat share a connection due to an accidental soulgaze.
Prior to this scene, Kat, Sam, Dean, and Cas battled a Denarian named Victor/Samael, and Kat was badly injured in the fight. They are back in the Bunker with Kat unconscious, Sam and Dean asleep, and Cas is waiting to see if Kat wakes up.
Hidden behind a cut for reasons.
Cas's POV.
Playlist:
- "Someone Saved My Life" by Elton John
- "Fade Into You" by Mazzy Star
- "Broken Wings" by Mr. Mister
- "Slow Burn" by Kasey Musgraves
=======================================================
Castiel paced the Library. He couldn't settle, and couldn't identify the feeling… FEELING… in the pit of his stomach that has been there since he saw Katalina's still form on the floor of the hospital morgue. The rush of blood pounding in his ears as he rushed to her side. The harsh rasp of his voice as he called for Sam and Dean. The sharp exhale of breath as he felt for and found her pulse still beating in her throat. The tremble of his arms as he picked up her still form and carried her to the Impala. The way his breath would still in his lungs until she breathed again, every time, on the ride home. The pressure in his chest when he laid her, still unconscious, on the bed and closed the door.
As Dean would say - What the FUCK?
He ground his teeth and continued to pace.
A new sensation, then - like a dark corner in a room in his mind slowly lightening as the sun streaks through an open window - and he realized Kat had woken up.
A breath he didn't know he was holding surged from his lungs, and he began to run - then stopped, the sound reverberating through the quiet sleeping Bunker. Not wanting to wake Sam and Dean just yet, not until he knew her status, he slowed his pace. Reaching the closed door to her room, his knuckle rapped quietly on the door. "Katalina?" he breathed quietly, and listened for a response. At first, all he heard was the sound of music coming from the iPod. He concentrated, engaging his Grace to amplify his hearing, and he heard something else - the quiet, irregular sound of hitching breath.
Cracking the door, he peered in to see Katalina sitting with her feet on the edge of the bed, knees pulled up and face buried in them. A soft wispy sound was coming from behind them, shoulders shaking. Castiel knocked again, a little louder, and Katalina's tear-streaked face peeked up from behind her knees, turned towards him.
"Can I come in?", Castiel asked quietly. Katalina nodded in agreement, and hid her face behind her knees again.
Castiel entered and closed the door behind him, slowly approaching her like he would a frightened deer, and carefully took a seat next to her on the bed. Her shoulders have stopped shaking, and he can hear the breathy sound of her singing along with the iPod:
"And someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me, didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye"
Another raspy sob from behind her knees and her shoulders began to shake again.
Castiel reached a hand towards her, hesitantly, pausing before placing it on her shoulder, then inexplicably ran his hand down her arm to grasp her hands clenched tightly over her knees, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Katalina looked up, turning her face towards him. Laying her head on top of her knees, the steel blue eyes met his, shining damply in the dim lamplight. A small smile briefly floated over her lips, and she returned the squeeze. Sighing but still holding his hand, she released her knees and placed her feet on the floor, and Castiel gasped at the sight of the dark purple bruises encircling her neck.
Rising from the bed, he knelt in front of her, reaching for her chin and gently raising it to get a better look. The bruises ran on both sides, four long ones running back on either side of her neck and a shorter fifth running forward on each side of her Adam's apple. He can see the swelling without even touching. She pulled away, casting her eyes aside.
Castiel cupped her face with his hand, gently turning her back to meet her eyes.
"I can heal this…" He raised his right hand towards her throat, two fingers extended.
"NO." Her voice is rough and barely above a whisper, pushing his hand away.
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "Why? I don’t understand…" Then he remembered the sword practice session in the garage - how she insisted he not use his Grace to fully protect her from bruising. He sighed. "You learn from your bruises."
Katalina nodded in agreement.
Castiel sighed and instead raised his hand to cup the other side of her face. His thumbs wiped the tears from her face, then pressed his forehead to hers. Their noses brushed and he felt her breath sigh against his lips.
Without forethought or reason, he tilted her head ever so slightly, and brushed his lips against hers. She at first jerked back in surprise, but an instant later melted against them, her lips parting and closing around his bottom lip.
Castiel felt a dull heat form low in his stomach, and raising higher on his knees, tilted her head back slightly, tongue probing her lips. A soft moan against his lips and she sucks it in.
After a long moment, Castiel broke the kiss and pulled back, breathless, dropping his hands to his lap, his eyes wide. He searched her face for retribution but found none.
Still, he felt the need to apologize. "I - I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me…"
Katalina smiled and, reaching for his hand, pulled him back up, their noses touching, so close they're breathing the same air. Her hand brushed up his neck, her thumb tracing his jawline, then pulled him in for another deep kiss.
The iPod kicked over to another song:
"I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take the breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth…"
Katalina broke the kiss this time, leaving Castiel breathless again. The dull heat has turned into a burn, low in his gut and reaching around to the back of his spine. Their eyes met and he felt the remnants of the soulgaze, that instant and encompassing connection. Her eyes unfocused briefly, and with a small nod of her head as if coming to a decision, she stood, bent over to grasp his hands, and pulled him up to stand before her. Her right hand reached behind his head and pulled him into another kiss, her left hand on his shoulder.
He raised his arms to pull her closer, but her left hand stroked down his arm, pushing it back down. Not breaking the kiss, her right hand left his neck and does the same on the right. Brushing her fingers against the backs of his hands, she touched his stomach through his shirt, and he broke the kiss, gasping in surprise. Keeping his eyes, her hands ran up his chest to rest on his shoulders underneath his suit jacket and overcoat, and in one swift move she slid them both from his shoulders and down his arms, like shucking an oyster. Her eyes never leaving his, she pulled them free of his arms and tossed them towards the chair by the desk. They hit the chair but slid to the floor, and neither of them cared.
Castiel, with a low throaty rumble, grasped her waist and pulled her in. She lifted her face for another kiss, her hands raised to his tie, loosening the knot and pulling the end free. The pull of the tie around his neck caused shivers to race down his spine and join the pool of heat at the base of it. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt and her lips followed, down his neck to the pulse point, to the indent in his neck, to his sternum and then to lightly trace around a nipple. Another shudder raced down his spine, and his hips involuntarily thrusted against her. A soft moan whispered from her lips across the moistness on his nipple, and it hardened almost painfully at the contact, eliciting a moan from Castiel. Her hands continued down, unbuttoning his shirt to the last button. Pulling it free from his pants, her hands ran back up his bare chest to his shoulders, and she shucked it free, tossing it to join the growing pile by the chair.
Castiel trembles, his knees wobbly. Katalina unbuckled his belt and pulled it free, tossing it aside. Gently grasping his waist, she turned him around so that his back faced the bed, the backs of his knees bumping the edge. Her lips moved to the other nipple as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Fingers reached into the waistband of pants and boxers, she pulled both down to his ankles, dropping to her knees. Looking up at him, her lips parted and Castiel wanted nothing more than to kiss her again.
Katalina reached up, placing a hand on his stomach, and gently pushed. Castiel's knees buckled, his bare ass hitting the bed. Katalina deftly pulled off shoes and socks, then freed his legs from the pants and boxers, adding them to the pile.
She stands up before him, still fully clothed, and he finally remembered what to do.
Reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, he pulled it up past her bra but can reach no further, so she removed it the rest of the way as he reached around back to unclasp the bra… but couldn't find the clasp. She choked a raspy laugh, then moved his hands to the front - ah, a front closure. Unsnapping it, his hands brushed across her breasts as he lifted the straps from her shoulder and down her arms, tossing it aside. He grasped her by the waist and pulled her close, sucking her right breast into his mouth. Katalina whispered a moan and her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his fingers dropped down to unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down. He mirrored her moves, pulling pants and underwear down to her knees. She kicked them down the rest of the way, and then with a flick of her ankle they joined the pile.
Castiel pulled away from Katalina's breasts, hands on her hips, and looked up to meet her eyes. She smiled down at him, then placed her left knee on the bed next to him and started to move her right to join it.
A sudden panic overcame him - he's been in this position before. His mind flicked to a memory when he was mortal, and a kind stranger named April gave him a sandwich when he was starving, took him home to get him out of the elements and bandage up his wounds, took him to her bed - then tortured and killed him the next morning. He knew from personal experience that Katalina had deadly skills and his panicked brain caused him to crab-crawl backwards until his head smacked the headboard - the impact clearing his head. Katalina is not April. And all he wanted right now was to feel her against him, feel him in her.
He raised pleading, apologetic eyes to her, but she didn't appear to be aware of his panic. Her eyes were glowing, her skin was flushed, and her tongue had wet her lips shiny. Her right knee joined the left, and she crawled up low, brushing her body against his legs, until she reached his cock. The breath from her nostrils brushed against his balls and left him breathless. Keeping his eyes, her tongue flicked out and traced fire from the base of his balls to the bundle of nerves at the base of the head, and Castiel moaned, back arched and hands clawing at the sheets.
The iPod stilled briefly, then began to play again:
"Baby, I don't understand
Why we can't just hold on
To each other's hands
This time will be the last
I fear unless I make it all too clear
I need you so…"
Katalina shifted back to kneel on her heels, her left hand cradling Castiel's balls, the right grasping the base of his cock, and she licked the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before lowering her mouth over the shaft until her lips met her right hand. Pulling back up, her right hand followed, slick from spit, and jerked him slowly while her tongue swirled the tip again.
Castiel's eyes glazed over, and any illusions of a repeat of April vanished, along with every other conscious thought.
Katalina repeated the motion, her cheeks hollowing on the way up, repeating until Castiel can't take it anymore, and, panting, reached to pull her up to him, crushing his lips against hers, licking hotly into her mouth and tasting the salty flavor from his cock there. One hand tangled in her hair, the other stroked down her back, pressing her body against him as if trying to pull her whole body into him.
Katalina broke the kiss and placed her forehead against his, eyes closed, breath coming shallow and fast. Her eyes snapped open and Castiel stared deep into those steel blue eyes again, flecks of silver and gold dancing in them, and he is breathless and wants to be in her so bad it hurts. He rocked his hips up, his cock brushing the inside of her thighs slick with her own juices, and a choking raspy moan rattled her damaged throat. Reaching back, she grasped his cock and guided it inside her, then slid down until her ass hit his balls. Her forehead dropped to his chest with a breathy whispered cry.
A wave of heat surged from Castiel's cock all the way up his spine and chest and exploded from his mouth in the form of a throaty groan. They stayed still like this for a moment, then Katalina raised her head, arched her back, and slid back up, all the way to the tip before sliding back down again. Castiel's hands grasped her waist, fingers digging into her hipbones, his hips rocking to match her tempo.
Suddenly she stopped, pressing her body down against his again, panting and catching her breath. She looked up to meet his eyes, reaching her right arm around his neck. Her left arm and leg flush against his side, she curled her right leg around his thighs, and pulled him on top of her. Digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she pulled him deeper inside of her, her mouth open and teeth grazing his collarbone before moving to his neck to bite and suck the pulse point. Castiel shuddered a groan against her shoulder, then found her lips, kissing deep as he thrusts into her.
Each thrust squeezed a thready rasping cry from her, and Castiel knew she was getting close, as was he… and he was desperate to hear her when the moment arrived. He reached two fingers to her throat and closed his eyes, and with the next thrust a full throaty moan burst past her lips. Shocked, her eyes flew to his in accusation, but she was too close, and with the next thrust her body quivered and convulsed, her shuddering cries muffled against his shoulder. The building pressure and heat at the base of his spine burst with the next thrust, a deep quaking groan against her temple as he came.
Katalina reached her hands into his hair and pulled his head up to glare into his eyes.
"What did you do? Did you heal me…"
Castiel looked away. "Not all of it."
She pulled him back, grabbing his eyes again. "What does that mean…"
"Just your voice. Your bruises are yours and I wouldn't take them away from you against your wishes, but your voice…" Castiel's voice broke, and he continued in a shaking whisper, "I needed to hear your voice. I needed to hear what you sound like when I've made you happy."
Katalina's eyes, soft and misty, closed, and she pulled him down for a kiss.
The iPod played a slow dreamy guitar riff:
"Born in a hurry, always late
Haven't been early since '88
Texas is hot, I can be cold
Grandma cried when I pierced my nose
Good in a glass, good on green
Good when you're putting your hands all over me…"
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They lay like that for a while, limbs entangled, enjoying the feel of skin against skin, sweat cooling in the night air.
Castiel traced his fingers down Katalina's side, softly laughing when he touched a ticklish spot above her hips and she punched him, then over her hips to cup her cheek before sliding up her back, eliciting a contented sigh as she snuggled deeper into his shoulder.
Finally, he sighed and reluctantly untangled himself from her, crawling out of the bed. Moving to the small sink in the room, he grabbed a washcloth and ran the hot water tap, which admirably started steaming almost immediately. Adding a bit of cold water to tip the temp to merely hot, he wet the washcloth and cleaned himself off, grabbing another washcloth to dry off with. Rinsing and wringing out the first one, he brought it along with the dry one back to the bed where Katalina laid on her side, eyes half closed.
He laid the dry cloth on his thigh and smoothed back the sweaty hair from her forehead, kissing her temple. She stirred and rolled onto her back, which is where he wanted her. Using the wet washcloth, he cleaned her as well, drawing a shuddering breath from her when hitting still-sensitive areas, following with the dry washcloth. He tossed both back toward the sink, the wet one making it into the bowl but the dry one hitting the edge and falling to the floor.
He considered going over to place it in the sink but the sight of Katalina laying in the warm bed changed his mind, and he climbed back in next to her. Reaching down to pull the sheet and bedspread over them, he lay down on his back. Katalina curled up against his side, her face snuggled into his neck, right arm slung lazily over his chest and right leg embracing his hips. He leaned his cheek against her forehead, then turned to kiss it. He felt her body relax as she drifted off to sleep, and he stared up at the ceiling and wondered what was happening to him.
