After a long, tough day at work, Dusty just wants to lay down and rest. Dean and Sam are already at the local pub having a bit of a reward for the night. The bunker is quiet. Stella nor Faith are home either, so she quickly roams into her room, closes and locks the door.
She lays down, scratching at her bed. She was sweating at this point. Her body heat was quickening down between her legs.
Dusty laid down, covering herself with the blanket to contain the spread her legs and got to work, licking her dry lips and closing her eyes. She was imagining Sora all spread out for her, whining and begging for it. "Hell yes, Sora... Sora!" she yowled, not being able to contain her moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Wings flashed against her sheets and there was her crush. Sora tilted her head and Dusty scampered around on her bed. "Jesus, Sora! You don't just flap into anybody's room uninvited!" she hissed, hiding her body.
Sora was confused, her tail swishing. "I was invited. You called my name." Dusty's cheeks puffed. Great, Sora must know what's going on. "I-I uh..." Magenta paws scraped at the sheets awkwardly. "Sorry, Sora, I didn't mean to-" The angel hopped on the bed next to her, looking deep into her eyes.
Dusty felt the red hot glare on her body. "Personal spa-" Dusty stopped herself, half-hoping Sora didn't leave her position. She liked how close the angel always was.
Dusty was now prepared to mess with her. "Stolen grace, hm? That's pretty naughty of you." Sora tilted her head. "Castiel stole the grace, not me. I'm sorry, does this affect our relationship?" Dusty's eyes widened and her ears pricked at Sora's words. "Relationship?" she asked, her heart racing.
That was not a good time to bring up her stolen grace or try to mess with her. "I... I was j-just messing with you. I..." Dusty's tail was straight, her back fur on end. She was completely stunned.