Prompt: Kiss (naked)
Rating: T
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Author's Note: Day 2!
Mornings after are still a novelty for Deanna. It's weird to wake up curled around another body, even weirder that it's Cas, but she likes it. It's totally creepy that every time she wakes up, Cas is staring at her, but it's nice. Deanna likes it.
She's uncomfortably aware that they're both naked and Sam is in the next bed., but it's not the most awkward situation they've ever been in.
"Good morning," Cas says, yawning. Deanna grins at her, eyes tracing the way Cas' face crinkles up.
"Sleep well?" she asks.
"Very," Cas says, rolling closer.
"Me, too." Deanna leans in the last bit, kissing her gently and pull her in closer with a hand on her hip under the sheets. Cas comes easily, pressing herself all the way against Deanna, skin warm and soft while she runs her tongue softly against Deanna's mouth.
Deanna will never get over how smooth Cas' skin is under her hands. Sam and Deanna, they're scarred to all hell from a lifetime of hunting, and it's—different with Cas. Different from all the other people Deanna has touched, and she suspects it has something to do with the fact that Cas is simply Cas.
Cas sighs into her mouth as Deanna scrapes her teeth gently over Cas' bottom lip the way she knows Cas loves.
It doesn't get any heaver, partly because morning breath and partly because they're content just there. Deanna runs her hand all over Cas' back, her sides, her stomach, her ass, just touching and memorizing, though she refuses to call it caressing.
Cas is the one who breaks away, just slightly out of breath as she looks into Deanna's eyes. "Sam is waking up."
"I thought we had a rule about not mentioning my brother in bed," Deanna teases. Cas looks at her flatly. "He's a big boy, he can deal with it."
Deanna tugs the blankets up just in case, more because she wants to hide Cas than she cares about Sam seeing her naked for the billionth time in their lives. She rolls Cas over and burins her face in the crook of Cas' neck. Cas runs a hand through Deanna's hair, kisses the top of her head, and they doze off like that until Sam pokes them awake to ask about breakfast.
Deanna refrains from making a crude joke about going to eat out because she's a gracious person and it's a good morning. Cas gives her a knowing look anyway.