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Author's Note: Here's the close encounter, thanks for your reviews! I've made a point not to be overly explicit because of the guidelines!
Chapter 2: You rocked me all night long
Castiel sat on the double bed, hands on his knees as they jiggled about nervously, face white and eyes wide.
"Fornication is a sin Deanna."
Deanna was by her duffle, taking out her sleeping mat and bag, and nodding her head for Castiel to move, he jumped quick as lightning off of the bed as she unzipped the bag and laid it out flat, making a blanket covering for the bed.
"So are coveting, wrath and gluttony and I do a whole lot of that too."
Castiel stayed in the corner, eyes intent on Deanna's every movement, as if at any moment she would attack. Deanna felt like rolling her eyes as she pulled out her portable ipod speakers and set up her "Smooth tunes" playlist. "In a Gadda da Vida" began playing, and Deanna almost felt like laughing. Sam had bitched about her tapes for so long, she'd updated to a friggin' ipod, but kept the same music.
Thinking about Sam would not bring on the right mood.
Music was done, the playlist lasted around 3 hours, definitely enough time to ruffle an angels feathers.
The only light was from the moon; Deanna hadn't wanted to attract attention by connecting the electricity. Deanna pulled out a candle from her bag, and used her pen knife to cut it into three pieces and put them in three different parts of the room. The flickering light set the "mood", this was one of the things Deanna had learned from Lisa. Lisa had liked fragrant candles and hippy music, but she could set a hell of an atmosphere. She'd been into that tantric stuff, the anticipation and foreplay, which was cool in itself, but Deanna had always been a "straight to the point" gal. But maybe, in Cas's case, he needed to be broken in easy.
Castiel moved cautiously out from the corner, keeping his back to the wall, and approached the candle next to the bed, as if drawn to it. It seemed to relax him a little, looking into the light, so Deanna left him there for a while as she grabbed some tic tacs. She shoved three into her mouth and then tested her breath, Minty fresh. Glancing over at Cas she walked over and took his hand.
"Chew this, you'll like it"
Castiel looked at the tic tacs bewildered but shoved them into his mouth and chewed, his eyes widened at the flavour. It seemed to distract him from the situation.
While he chewed and stared at the candle Deanna took a bottle of water and walked out of the room into the ensuite, sitting on the rim of the grimy bath and taking off her boots and socks. She pulled off her jeans and poured the bottle of water on her feet, rinsing them off, before wetting her jeans and wiping off her face and arms.
Deanna had the sudden urge to examine herself and wiped off the dusty mirror, her hair was awry, so she flattened it down, and she examined herself from the front and the side. She'd do.
Time to put her game face on, she didn't know why she was screwing around. Deanna gave herself a shake and straightened her shoulders, before walking into the bedroom with confidence.
"Wild Horses" had begun to play and Cas was still standing stock still by the candle, Deanna walked over and touched his shoulder, he allowed himself to be turned round and took hold of his tie, gently leading him back to the bed. Deanna stopped at the foot of it, and Castiel looked discomforted again.
"Cas, you know you can say you don't want to, "Just Say No" and all that."
Cas contemplated her face, which without her boots was two inches lower than usual, and said.
"I admit I am apprehensive, but you are my friend Deanna, and you have never betrayed my trust."
"I take it that's a "yes" then?"
Castiel looked her in the eyes and nodded, he looked so serious it almost made Deanna laugh, but the way the eyes pierced her did something unusual to her insides.
"Alright then, let's get this show on the road."
Deanna ran her hands down the lapels of Castiel's beige coat, slipping her hands inside and sliding it down his shoulders. He stood perfectly still as it dropped slowly down his arms, revealing the suit underneath. For some reason, de-clothing Cas felt really intimate, more so than with anyone else, maybe because she knew him so well, she was usually a hook-up person. Castiel's eyes watched as she did the same for his suit jacket, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath, it felt like removing his armour. Then came his tie, she undid the knot, aware of her close proximity to his face, his breath upon her nose, as she slowly drew it from around his neck, letting it slip from her hand to the floor.
"Cas, this isn't a spectator sport."
"Am I not performing correctly?"
Deanna sighed and took Cas's hand, putting it on her waist.
"Just do what comes naturally, and if it doesn't, I'm sure Jimmy knows what to do."
For a moment Deanna was slightly weirded out by the thought that technically she would be having sex with Jimmy, but Cas was the one awake inside of him, she puzzled over that for a minute. But Cas moved his hand from her waist, trailing it up her arm until he reached her hair, trailing it through his fingers.
"I like that you let it grow, when I rescued you from Hell your hair was decidedly masculine."
"Thanks Cas, that was kind of poetic."
"Today, in the suit, your skirt, I liked that too. You are a very well proportioned female, with a pair of attractive legs."
Where was Cas getting this from? Was he a leg man? Deanna glanced down at her bare legs, she'd taken her jeans off in the bathroom, all she had on were the Victoria secret panties.
Castiel slid his hand from her hair, down her arm and came to rest on the top of her bare leg.
Castiel's eyes were inquisitive and slightly hooded, his voice became deeper, almost a whisper as he said:
"Am I doing this correctly?"
If Deanna didn't know better she would have sworn he'd done this before, he was definitely working on her. It was time to take the initiative back, who was teaching who here?
"You get a gold star Cas" she said, as she began to undo the buttons of his white shirt, slowly, and one at a time. Finally, it was open and she reached skin, which radiated a comforting warmth. She slid the shirt off and Cas's skin was revealed to her, smooth and pale, and a nicely defined body.
"You've been holding out on me Cas, you're buff under all those clothes."
"Jimmy Novak took regular trips to his local Gym, he considered his body a temple for God. He was surprised to learn of his accuracy."
"Well thank you Jimmy."
A thought occurred to Deanna.
"Is he cool with this?"
"Jimmy Novak understands that my actions and his are separate. While I inhabit his body he is in hibernation, and does not object or participate."
"Thrusters on full then, Captain."
"I was the equivalent to a Captain in my garrison, so I suppose your analogy is accurate. However, I do not possess thrusters."
Deanna cocked her eyebrow and a smirk came on her face, Cas would always say the most funny shit without even realising it. She liked that about him, he was straightforward and honest.
"Captain Cas, take off my shirt."
Castiel's hand moved from her hip to the hem of her tank top, sliding under to find her belly button and then reaching to lift it. He saw her anti-possession tattoo and said.
"While your ward is effective, if I inscribed it onto your bone it would be less likely to fade or become broken with time."
"I think you've signed your name enough on my skeleton, but thanks Cas."
"How did you know I left my signature?"
Deanna looked up to see a slight smile on Cas's face, so he was a wise guy eh?
"Oh you're just freakin' hilarious Cas."
Castiel cocked his head before lifting up Deanna's shirt, waiting for her to lift her arms, he let it drop to the side in a mechanical motion that mimicked Deanna's own sloppy movements of earlier. Now Deanna was in her underwear and Cas in his trousers and shoes. Deanna needed to even the playing field, was Cas a briefs of boxers Angel?
Deanna put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed, he sat down on the edge. He seemed to have gotten the hang of this because he kicked off his own shoes while Deanna reached for his belt. With a practiced motion that cause Castiel to cock his head, Deanna slid the belt out from its loops fluidly, letting it fall to the side.
Deanna stood in front of Castiel in only her underwear, while he sat with his suit trousers on, they stayed like that for an age, just watching each other before one of them made the first move, surprisingly, it wasn't Deanna. Castiel reached forward and took Deanna's waist, pulling her towards him, her knees hit the edge and bent, and suddenly she was straddling him.
"Where'd you learn that?"
"I saw it on television."
"What were you watching?"
"I'm not aware, but there were Doctor's who were having a lot of intercourse, disproportionally to the amount of healing they performed, and the leader was wearing cow boy boots."
"Dude, you were watching Doctor Sexy MD, I lov...I watch it occasionally, when I'm channel surfing."
"The title seems very accurate. It was compelling."
Deanna and Castiel were now face to face, barely inches away, and seemingly hypnotised by one another, until Castiel broke the trance by leaning forward and kissing her furiously.
After a few minutes, they broke apart, Deanna felt out of breath, but Castiel seemed unaffected. Yet, his eyes appeared darker.
"You got that from watching Doctor Sexy MD? And they say TV isn't educational."
Deanna reached down and undid the button on his trousers, then slowly slid down the zip, now Cas looked a little stiff again. So he was a boxers guy. Deanna moved off of him and nudged him to move backwards up the bed, suddenly the clothes were gone and they were both in their underwear. Deanna crawled back onto the bed to Cas, who was sitting by the headboard, having lost some of the confidence he had derived from his TV recollections.
"Still want to do this?"
Castiel swallowed hard, then nodded as Deanna straddled him, taking charge.
They were kissing again, then touching, Deanna's movements deft and confident while Castiel's were hesitant and light. They explored, hands running through hair and on skin, skimming underwear and moving underneath it. All of a sudden Deanna's bra was gone, and she encouraged Cas to explore that area. The petting became more frantic, kisses longer and deeper, breathing harder, hands finding cloth and removing it, until they were as bare as Adam and Eve.
The candles flickered, shadowing their tangled limbs against the faded wallpaper. The female shape move over the male and then they were joined.
Castiel stared up at Deanna as if he had received a revelation, Deanna remained still, feeling the sting, she hadn't remembered how uncomfortable it had been the first time, but then she had been 16. Cas seemed to sense her discomfort, he reached his hand up and cupped her face bringing it down to his own, and then they were kissing again, touching and after a minute, they were moving.
In the grand scheme of things, it hadn't lasted long, under different circumstances Deanna would have laughed her ass off at a guy for lasting only 3 minutes. But this was different, this was Cas, she watched as he turned from a timid boy into a man beneath her, participating, anticipating, eager and finally, bordering on confident. Towards the end, he had flipped them over, and suddenly he was on top, he was setting the time, he was in charge and then they had held each other as they shook. Deanna found that she didn't mind Cas being on top, while she hated being bottom with most guys, with Cas it was different, the whole thing had been different.
Deanna had never been one to snuggle with a guy, she'd never felt comfortable enough, connected enough to stay a whole night. Not that she didn't want to snuggle sometimes, but she didn't want to appear pathetic, whimpy, damn stereotypically girly, for doing so. She'd indulged with Lisa, but it was different with a woman, she hadn't felt as pressured into a role. When in relationships she felt she had to be the butch, take charge, lead the way and then leave, Guys could be surprisingly clingy.
The life of a hunter was hard, and it changed you from the ground up, if you got attached to something, or someone, it was bound to be taken from you. She hadn't wanted to get too close, become a broken shell like her father after their mother was murdered. But this was Cas's last night on earth, most likely, no time to get attached, no chance of repetition, and he was her best friend, so when Cas reached for her, she let him, and they lay facing each other, faces inches apart, and arms around each other.
Deanna finally noticed the music again, as her skin began to cool, "I'm loving Angel's instead" was playing, she hadn't put that on her playlist, who... Sammy, he must have been screwing with her music again. God was definitely a sadist. Cas may die tomorrow, would he go back to heaven? To the welcoming arms of his siblings? Or be sent to hell? Would he go anywhere?
Suddenly Cas's face changed from a lazy smile to a grin and he said:
"I see now why Sam would need a shotgun, to fend off wayward males wishing to copulate with his sister."
Something inside Deanna snapped and suddenly she was laughing so hard it hurt, holding her sides and almost rolling on the bed, with Cas smiling bemused at her.
"Oh...I haven't laughed like that in years."
"Was what I said particularly amusing?"
"Ah Cas, you have no idea."
The air began to chill and Deanna shifted, grabbing her tank top and pulling it on, but unable to locate her panties, she gave up and flopped back onto the bed beside Cas with a beer from the portable cooler, Cas had followed her lead and pulled his boxers back on.
"Deanna, I find I have far more vested interest in my survival tomorrow."
"Yeah" Deanna said as she offered him the beer and he sniffed it before handing it back, "Why's that?"
"I don't want tonight to be the only night I experience copulation. I find it to be a far more rewarding experience than I anticipated."
Deanna smirked.
"That your way of saying I'm a good lay Cas? Can't say I've had a guy want to keep on living by sleeping with me before."
"You and I share a profound bond, I raised you from perdition, and you have trusted me and aided me countless times, at your own bodily and mental detriment. This physical experience has deepened out spiritual connection."
Cas reached out and placed his palm precisely on her resurrection scar, where his hand had marked her for life.
Suddenly, Deanna knew that if they survived tomorrow, things were going to get far more complicated.
Crap.
"Deanna, would you be opposed to my initiating intercourse again? I've heard it is an experience enriched through repetition."
"Sure Cas, I've got some moves I can show you, my padawan."
"What's a padawan?"
Deanna shut him up by kissing him.
Even if things got complicated, right now she might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Not everyone can say they've corrupted an Angel.
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