It was the first sundown of their third month together. Meg didn't exactly care for anniversaries, but Castiel had looked on the past few months as a time he enjoyed, and because it was time with her, a special memory.

And when they pulled into their final resting stop for the night, he could tell Meg was itching to settle. They had been on the road for four days straight, Meg complaining about how slow they were traveling and Castiel trying to pass the time by finding hunts for them.

In the end, it was three months of no-mojo for either of them and several extended nights of pleasure that kept them going.

Booking motel rooms was a new thing for Castiel, and since it seemed Meg was more experienced at bribing the owners, he usually let her take her pick at places to stop and go; not that any of it truly mattered to the angel so long that the tablet was safe. And well, his demon was satisfied.

When they approached their room Cas shot out nervous glaces around the outside, less there be any demons around, and headed inside, to find Meg already stripped and sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Oh," he said simply.

"You thought we'd just skim tonight?"

"I..didn't exactly know what you were wanting…"

"Maybe it's more what you want, Clarence," she stood from the bed and snaked towards him, running her small hands into the insides of his coat. "I've got some idea."

"What are you doing?" she had never started like this before, at his slacks. She usually began with hard tugs at his tie and sharp nails in his hair, but where she was now left him both amused and confused.

"What's it look like I'm doing?"

"I don't think that's how you do it."

"You're-" it took her a few moments to realize that he wasn't responding as usual. "You've never had a blow job."

"A…I don't understand how having an occupation as a person who blows things has anything to do with sexual intercourse."

"Oh…my God."

"I don't-"

She was smirking at him now, the same one she used when she happened to be amused with him. "You angel."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't…never mind," she huffed. "I'll show you."

—

It was, in fact, new.

The way she caressed his cock with her lips and how she dragged them over it almost made the angel want to scream. She was agile and slow, swallowing him in her throat and forced him to hold himself while she trailed him over, arms above her head so that her nails could drag scratches down from his chest to hips.

With each of her pulls he rocked up to her, his own hands tangled in her hair and his teeth clenched as she bit into him.

"More fun than you thought, huh?" she asked when she slid her mouth from him, laughing with content as his head fell back on the one pillow and his come spilling on the sheets.

"Wasn't…what I expected."

She always loved it when he was out of breath, the damn angel could carry on for days until she exhausted him, and he was always more complacent when tired.

"Good. Have fun?"

"You bit me."

"You kneed me in the face."

He grunted a response, and instead of dragging it out further she slid up to his face. "You're much cuter when you're fucked."

Instead of replying, he ran a hand up to push a blonde lock from her face. "I liked you better as a brunette."

"And I liked you better when you weren't always running off."

It was then he pulled her face in for another kiss, Meg melting into it as Castiel rolled her onto her back, taking the top and pausing for a few moments to whisper-

"My turn."