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Awkward Bathroom Scene - Chapter 3: Comfort Level

Castiel always followed his gut. He'd been assigned as Kira's watcher six months ago. She was a high level empath and psychic, so she'd seen him coming before he'd ever shown up. He was surprised on his first night of duty when she'd walked over to him and offered him a mug of hot cocoa. He'd been cloaked at the time and at first he'd thought that he'd missed seeing someone in the yard, so he'd turned around to look behind him. Her gentle laugh had drawn his gaze back to her. Gently, he'd taken the large white mug she'd still been holding out to him.

He'd noted how small her hands had been compared to it. They'd reminded him of a child's hand. Tentatively, he'd taken a sip of the hot liquid and because of him being an angel it had allowed him to immediately take a large drink of it. It had been delicious. Thick, chocolaty, with a hint of something he'd recognized, but hadn't been able to put his finger on. As if reading his mind she'd said, "Hazelnut."

That had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship. She was gentle and kind, which allowed him to speak freely and just be himself. She was usually doing something with her hands, like cooking, sewing, washing dishes, knitting, painting... always something as they spent countless hours talking about every thing from Heaven and Angels to day time drama t.v. Tonight, after he'd secured the perimeter of her yard and checked every nook and crany of her home she'd made him a bowl of his new favorite dish. Oatmeal with cream and a sprinkle of brown sugar on top.

The diner he'd ate at with Sam and Dean had done a good job on the oatmeal he'd ordered, but it was nothing like the way Kira made it. During his second visit she'd told him that she was half African American half Japanese and tonight as she smiled at him over her own bowl of oatmeal he could see the lovely woven contrast of her heritage. Her dark skin glowed under the warm of the kitchen light. Golden flecks shone along the line under her high cheek bones and he knew it was the effects of the bronzer she always wore. That, along with a tiny bit of chap stick or lip gloss was the only make up she owned.

Her African American heritage traveled through most of her body, including her large full lips, her toned arms and six packed stomach, right down to her firm, round buttocks and her athletically muscled legs. It was her eyes that obtained the Japanese heritage. They were an exaggerated oval shape that gave her a permanent sleepy look. Her lashes were thin and didn't take away from her predominate feature.

The color of her eyes is what made them the dominate feature. They were an unusual shade of light brown and the contrast between her irises and her pupils made them pop out. No matter who you were you would notice them immediately. He'd once asked her if she'd worn contacts and she'd said no. She'd said it was a trait that was helled by a selective hand full of high leveled psychics.

"So, I'm surprised to see you here so early," Kira says.

She always knew. With his spoon poised to his lips he replies, "I had this feeling, so I came immediately." He closes his mouth over the spoon and uses his lips to hold the oatmeal in as he pulls the spoon back out.

Her expression remains neutral. "What type of feeling?"

He remains silent as he analysis the feeling he'd gotten. "Just a sense of urgency."

Humor sparked in her eyes. "Are you sure that you weren't just excited about the private sessions tonight?"

His eyes flick down immediately and his cheeks feel hot.

"It's ok to be excited, Castiel," she gently says. "It makes the session more fun."

His expression was serious as he looks at her again, "I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, because it's not to see yyour b...body." His face was aflame as he looks away again.

Her laugh was light. "I know you're a gentleman." The feel of her hand on his made him relax a little. "...and it's ok to want to see me naked.

He gulps and cautions a glance in her direction, questioningly.

"If I hadn't of been comfortable with you in the first place I never would have suggested this partnership."

He nods his understanding.

"Should we warm up before the session," she gently suggests.

"What do you mean?"

She pushes her chair back and stands up. "Come on," she says, holding her hand hand out to him.

Trustingly, he first pushes his chair back and stands up, then he takes it. On the way through the living room he glances at all of the things that he'd grown familiar with. Her family photos on the walls, the tiny figurines on her entertainment center, the thickly cushioned tan couch on the back wall. The hall way was narrow, so he has to move behind her as they walk. She lets go of his hand as they enter her bed room. "So, what will it take for you to be more comfortable with me," she asks, turning to face him.

The room is small and her bed takes up most of the room, but there's just enough space to maneuver yourself around to the foot of it. She moves around to the t.v. and clicks a button on the dvd player. The holding tray slides out and she places a disk in it's center. The tray closes and it takes a few seconds before a soft melodic drum beat starts to pulse through the room. "So?"

He confusedly blinks at her. "I am comfortable with you."

She gives him a tight lipped smile and shakes her head slowly. "Castiel?"

"Yes?" He shifts on his feet, feeling like he's missing something.

"Undress me."

Oh. "Um..."

Her voice is gentle, pointedly soothing and it helps relax his nerves before they can break out in to a frenzy. See? He was comfortable around her. "Come on," she says, turning around.

He clears his throat as he closes the distance between them. Her straight purple dress is form fitted and a thick silver zipper stands out against the royal shade, beckoning him to reach for it. He can feel Kira's body heat through the material as he places a palm on the small of her back. The zipper comes undone easily to reveal glistening, mocha skin.

"Baby oil."

The sound of her voice reminds him that Kira is still there. That she isn't just royal purple material and warm flesh... "Huh?" He is surprised when his voice comes out muffled, as if it's constricted by something. His eyes flutter open and he realizes that his face is buried between her shoulder blades. He freezes, heart rate speeding up. Unsure what to do, he remains still and waits for her reaction.

"It's why my skin looks like that in the light. I use it as a moisturizer."

Oh.

"It's ok, Castiel." She reaches down and pulls his hands up and around her body and places his open palms over her breasts.

He can't stop the deep groan that comes out of his mouth and his face is back between her shoulder blades. He inhales the floral scent of her skin and there's something else there. Exotic is the word that comes to mind. He doesn't have the brain capacity left to ask her what it is. Her breasts are like silk beneath his palms and he continues to enjoy the feel of them as he pulls her closer to him.

"Mm.." She moans as he begins a slow trail of kisses up her back and around to her neck. He nuzzles his face in her hair before she shifts in his arms until they are facing each other. Both of their eyes are closed and their noses are touching. They don't need to see each other. Their sense of touch is in over drive.

His hands slide around her waist to pull her tighter against him and he captures her lips. His heart leaps at the heat that envelopes his mouth. He's kissing frantically now and she's making little noises as if his sudden dominance is surprising, but totally acceptable. She's repeatedly assured him that she was ok with this, so he has no reason to hesitate or ask for any kind of permission. In one swift motion, he reaches down, grasps her legs and picks her up to wrap them around his waist. It'd been so long.

He wanted this so much that he was shaking. He carried her the few steps to the bed, then lowered them on to the mattress. She was clawing at his back, but he could barely feel it through his trench coat. Annoyed, he pulls it off and tosses it somewhere behind him, then his shirt. Electricity tingles every where she kisses on his chest and he seethes every time her lips make contact with his skin.

He doesn't remember getting completely naked, but he feels her breasts under his chest and the warmth between her legs against his pelvis. She gasps as he enters her and there's a rough scratching sound over his head. He realizes she's clawing the comforter. With her other hand she pulls him in for a rough kiss and he can barely concentrate on her lips as the mixed sensation of her tightness and wetness draws his body in.

Deeper, deeper until she's crying out his name.

XXX

After some post coital cuddling and talking, they had taken a shower, ate some left over spaghetti with butter.. mmm... and returned to the bedroom. She and Castiel, fully dressed, were now relaxing at the head of the bed and her laptop was open in front of them. The webcam had a wide panoramic view of their faces and the head board behind them. The chat board was a flurry of activity like it always was. People were asking them questions and making requests.

Being a webcam model paid good, especially if you were Kira who'd been doing it for years. Castiel had become her partner three months ago. He'd accidentally flown in to her room and found her naked in front of her computer. She had patted the seat beside her and intrigued he'd joined her and she'd explained what she had been doing. Her pseudonym was Ebony Queen and he went by Celestial Madder. It had been Kira's idea to take on another name.

She had explained that it was for safety reasons, but that applied to her. He had no reason to feel endangered. Even if someone found him, what could they possibly do to him? Kira usually searched for "the right ones" which were usually the ones who were the most intrigued by them. She knew that they would pay the most. She was willing to go all the way.

To stripping off clothing, to touching herself, to taking showers, to having live sex. Sometimes, people made requests like watching her put on more make up. There were times when they simply wanted to talk. Castiel was not as comfortable with all of these things yet, but he was willing to do some of it as long as Kira was there with him. He'd done a few private sessions with clients, but it usually involved just talking.

She was helping him learn how to become more comfortable with it all and she made it sound all so easy. The truth was, some of the things people wanted him to do just confused him. He couldn't work out the why in his head, so it made it impossible for him to go through with it. The why was more for him. Why was he doing this? What was he going to achieve from it.

This question had presented itself, because Kira had said that she did all of it because she liked to follow requests and see how well she pleased them. That wasn't a good enough reason for him. She'd calmed him by telling him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his keeping on doing what made him feel comfortable. That when he found his reason that every thing would be easier. So, he'd keep doing what he was doing and keep searching until he found his reason.

Ramstein 80: I want to see Celestial Madder in eye liner and lip gloss.

Castiel didn't know why this message stuck out on the chat board, but he pointed to it. Kira quickly offered a video chat request to the sender. It takes a few seconds for the accepted notification to appear under the sent request link. After a few seconds a young man's face appears at the top right corner of the screen. He appears to be in his early twenties.

His face is unnaturally pale and he has thick eyeliner on the top of his eyes, along with thick false lashes that sweep out to the far corner. There is a thick line of glitter underneath his bottom lashes and his full lips shimmer with lip gloss. His hair is buzzed short on the sides and the middle half is swept up in a stylish bouffant. His bright blue eyes are round with interest. This is the part that Castiel likes.

Kira has gone still beside him and he knows that it's game on for her. "So, why do you want my partner to wear make up?" She asks, a high level of curiosity in her voice.

The boy smiles and says, "Look at that facial structure. He's so stoic and intriguing." His face gets larger as he moves closer to his webcam. "He has such a mixture of feminine and masculine features. It always turns me on to see someone like that transformed in to the opposite way than they usually are."

Castiel feels the heat in his cheeks. He looks at Kira and waits excitedly for her reply.

"What will your behavior be like if he does this?"

He immediately says, "Don't worry. I'm just an observer. An appreciator. I wouldn't do anything inappropriate like jack off on camera."

The heat from his cheeks has traveled down his neck and suddenly his trench coat feels warm. Kira's eyes narrow and she says, "Do you have specific shades or do you want us to come up with our own?"

He leans back in to his chair. "Oh, I'll send you some. I would like to watch the whole transformation if I could. His reaction will set the mood for the ultimate ending."

Kira turns to look at him. "What do you think Celest," she says, using his pseudo nick name.

He nods his approval and turns back to the screen. "When do you want to do this?"

Ramstein 80 smiles and Castiel can tell he's beyond pleased. That level of intrigued stirs something inside of Castiel and he realizes that he really wants to do this. He realizes that he's playing stage settings in his mind as an individual session, with out Kira present and he gulps, wondering where this sudden boldness is coming from. Ramstein 80 says that he'll send them the package and when they get it they'll set up the date from there. After Kira writes his email down Ramstein 80's screen disappears and Kira is smiling at him.

He smiles back and they both know he's raised to a higher level in his comfort zone. They had three private sessions that night. One had consisted of Castiel licking a whip cream bikini off of Kira's body. She'd giggled the whole time. He had focused hard on following the clients instructions. It hadn't been an enjoyable experience.

He still didn't understand the point of that experience? The second private session had been with an older woman with a bad blonde hair cut. It looked like a bad wig and Castiel wondered increasingly the entire time if it wasn't, in fact, just that. He eyed it suspiciously through the entire session. The woman had wanted to know how they were so confident in this job.

Kira had explained that she felt alive following people's orders and that he was purely intrigued by the whole thing. The woman was perplexed by the answers they gave to other questions, but by the end of the conversation she seemed positively giddy. She mentioned giving it a try on her own. She set up another session for next week. The third session was very interesting only for the fact that Castiel got to give Kira a full body massage with warm oils.

This session had been planned for a month and the person who requested it had decided to remain an anonymous observer. They didn't comment the entire time. He had started with her shoulders, because that was where his comfort level ended. After that she had given instructions for him to follow. Her explicit instructions had left him burning from embarrassment when she opened her legs for him to go there...

With the thumb from one hand, he rubbed circles over her clitoris as he'd worked two fingers with his other hand in the same circular motion inside of her with the other. His body had ignited in a different flame as he felt her slickness grow the more he moved in and out of her. After a few minutes she lifted one of her legs and braced it against his chest so that she could move with him. He moved slowe as per request of the client. She was moaning deep in her throat and it sounded like she was trying to control her self as much as he was.

She'd thrown her arm over her eyes after a while and he could see a sheen of sweet along her skin. He knew he must have been sweating buckets. He'd nearly said screw the client and climbed on top of her. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that she wanted to win this battle with herself, against her own body. She wanted to please the client to his or her satisfaction.

When the session had ended she'd done both of them a favor and flipped him underneath her to ride him like their lives depended on it. He bucked up in to her with as much force as he dared in order to not hurt her human body. They'd both come in an explosion of blinding white lights and stars and they hadn't been quiet about it. It had been a good thing that she didn't have any close neighbors. That night as Kira lay sleeping Castiel was thinking about his abrupt departure from the diner today. The Winchesters were probably annoyed at him.

They'd repeatedly told him that he needed to use doors to exit buildings. They didn't want to explain him suddenly being gone to any witnesses. Dean had preached this to him over and over and over until his voice has become his consciousness of do's and don't in the human world. He thought back to the conversation he'd had with Kira earlier and he really had felt urgency to get here. He'd checked her perimeter and her home and every thing had been fine, but he still didn't feel comfortable enough to leave.

Just to be sure he checked her perimeter and her house again before rejoining her on the bed. She was sprawled out on her side of the bed and he comfortably snuggled up to her. Her body was still damp with the oil he'd rubbed on her earlier and it smelled of flowers and that exotic smell that was her natural scent. He didn't need to sleep, so he simply enjoyed the feeling of warm flesh against his and kept his ears open for any suspicious noises.

XXX

They spotted Bobby as Dean eased the Impala in to the garage.

"Hello, boys," Bobby says giving them a hug. "How long you stayin' for?"

"We thought a couple weeks," Sam says.

"S'fine with me. Your room's are where you left them."

They grab their bags and Dean inhales the sweet smell of motor oil as he follows Sam to the house. It feels good to be back.


How was that? What do you think about Cas's "Air Quote" new job? I can't wait to write more detailed private sessions. What do you think about Kira? It's up to you to decide the fate of this fic. Destiel or Hetero!Cas/Kira relationship? Comments people, Comments! I can't stress that enough. Thank you again to all you wonderful readers.

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