The didn't have selected nights anymore. They didn't have times, or places to meet. They didn't have to hide anymore.
Castiel found he enjoyed that. And even though she would never admit it, Meg did too. A strange sort of connection had them both staying inside the bunker now, Castiel's new "home" and Meg's current base away from the demons and angels who would probably kill them keeping them safe and warm.
Castiel hadn't felt so alive since the Fall. He'd mourned her death for so long that it still shocked him that she was alive. He would touch her constantly, not knowing if she was really there or if he was just insane. He would hold her the entire night, face pressed against her neck and arms tight on her waist, legs tangled and bodies sharing warmth as the temperature fell.
And then came sex, usually with Meg now quickly being able overcome his human strength and Castiel falling into what she called "sex comas", which she said was almost flattering.
Which lead to nights were Castiel was far to tired to do anything but hold her as he slept.
Which was what occurred that night. Meg was still struggling under his arms but Castiel managed to keep her at bay.
"Meg…" he murmured groggily, his voice impossibly deeper than ever. "Please."
"I told you, no fucking hugging."
"Please?" just the way he asked her was enough to make her vomit. "You often leave when we finish. Please stay."
You've gotten needy since you fell," she muttered, feeling him press his lips to the back of her head, nuzzling against her like a giant cat on a table corner.
"If I stay will you shut the fuck up?"
"Perhaps."
With a sigh she felt him relieve his pressure on her, still holding her but not being as heavy and tight.
"You know I can kill you now," she growled, only to have the sleepy ex-angel press a kiss to her neck and rest under her chin.
"I know, but you wont."
It wasn't long until she could feel his breathing deepen, and with a roll of her eyes she let him lay there, imagining clever ways to kill his human ass.