CHAPTER THREE
Jo needing this alone time with her angel, she wanted to savor it. Pulling back just a little, she met his gentle blue gaze with affection and a small shy smile. This wasn't their first time, far from it, but it was the first time they'd been alone without the fear of being discovered or interrupted, in ages.
Jo ran her palm against the side of his face. Good looking or not, he made her feel strong, capable and needed. Things she hadn't felt in a long time. If she was really honest, she had never really felt them. She felt loved, protected and treasured, but that's what came with being a daughter and sister. – Which she practically was the Sam and Dean Winchester. - The boys had given her the courage to do the job and they'd been there when she'd needed them, but she had never really felt that they believed in her abilities, they had always treated her like their kid sister. She was meant to stay home with mom, not get into trouble and not even think about hunting, at least until her blond hair, blue eyed innocent could get them into some demons house in search of a weapon to kill Lucifer.
No one had made her feel like she was capable of doing what they did…until Balthazar. He'd believed in her from the beginning. He hadn't questioned her ability to hunt and survive, even if she'd been close to death when they'd first met, even though he was determined to save that seal alone, he believed in her and that was what made her love him. Yeah, as weird and wrong and insane as it all was, she'd realised she actually loved him.
With that thought in mind she pressed her lips to his gently, savoring the feel of them, the taste of him. Her arms snaking around his neck as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
It always surprised her how his kiss could be completely soul stealing, breathtaking and addictive. It was beyond anything she'd ever felt in her life. She tried not to wonder if Dean felt the same way.
Though they all knew there was something between the hunter and his angel, Mr. macho-'I-don't-swing-that-way' had never acknowledged it openly. They acted as if there was nothing more than friendship there, even though Dean's gaze would always search out Castiel's no matter where they were. Even this evening while he attempted to foolishly flirt with her, they were both aware that his attention was on the man sat not three feet away watching them.
She didn't know just how far Dean and Castiel's relationship had gone, and well… when did a girl ever want to know what her 'brother' was doing behind closed doors. But she couldn't help wondering if what she felt with Balthazar was unique.
All thoughts of Dean and Castiel went from her mind the instant the Balthazar's fingers brushed against the skin beneath her tee-shirt. Along with the thoughts of their 'brothers' went the idea of slow and easy. Her body was operating on its own desire. She pressed herself hard against him, feeling the toned muscle that made up the man's vessel. The pressure of his arousal on her stomach made Jo's heart race and before she could even think of taking a breath she was tugging at the man's shirt, pulling it up over his head and dropping it to the floor beside them, then swiftly turning her attention to his jeans.
Balthazar matched her gesture for gesture, kiss for kiss. Her cloths vanished as quickly as his did, until they were flesh to flesh. His arms snaked around her waist as he turned them together; Jo's back collided with the cold white paint of the bathroom door. She lifted herself against him, wrapping her long naked slender legs around his waist.
Her mind was barely capable of thinking beyond grinding her hips against his, and groaning into his mouth as he frantically kissed her, she certainly wasn't capable of recognizing the sudden sound of water running in the distance, and would have remained ignorant if it was for the sudden 'angel flight' had them beneath the gushing waterfall of warm water, Balthazar using his divine strength to hold her in place, her legs and arms instinctively tightening around him now she lacked the support provided by the bathroom door.
The warm water ran over their linked bodies. Jo's golden hair darkening as it grew wet and began to cling to her skin. With a slight movement he was inside her. The action stole Jo's breath for a blissful second, before a deep moan escaped her throat. Her body tightened around him, causing him to echo her response.
Balthazar had grown accustom to sex rather quickly, it seemed to come completely natural to the angel, though he'd sworn to Jo that he'd never partaken in the act prior to meeting her. But his celestial knowledge of human anatomy gave him an advantage, for he'd never failed to leave Jo satisfied and blissfully happy.
She roughly kissed him as he began to trust deeply, hitting that precious spot each time causing her to call out his name, thankful for the guarantee that no one would hear them, well…no one who mattered at least. Her legs squeezed his hips and her back arched forcing her to break their kiss. Jo nail bit hard into the tall blonds shoulders, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her mind briefly acknowledged that it was lucky he wouldn't bruise, while at the same time wishing he could. She would love to be able to leave her mark on him.
Balthazar lips never really left her flesh; he pressed them to her throat drinking in the taste of her as it mixed with the water, urging his teeth against the tender skin. Jo may not be able to mark him, but he most certainly could mark her.
Though no matter what mark he left on her, they would never compare to the ultimate branding of ownership. The one his brother had left on Dean Winchester. - Body and soul.
Balthazar rather like the idea of claiming Jo Harvelle body and soul as his own, but such a thing wasn't easily done, if fact no one had even know it possibly until Castiel. Many believed it to be a consequence of Castiel saving Dean from hell. If that was true there was no way for Balthazar to do such, unless Jo went to hell and he would never allow that to happen. He may not have claim to her soul, but that would not stop him from protecting her.
Balthazar forced his mind back to Jo and their passion. His hips continued to trust and grind with Jo, until he felt his own body beginning to burn white hot. The tension was no longer a surprise to him, like it had been the first time. He knew what it meant now. His fingers tensed on Jo's slender hips, pulling her harshly against him, the water adding to the intensity and heat of their impending climax. Jo's nails bit further into his shoulders. He could feel the same tension building with in, could feel the muscles constricting around him.
They came together, as they always did. Jo's back arching as she tried to hang on to the heavenly feeling the angel ignited in her, Balthazar's shout of gratification causing the bathroom mirror to shake.
The where lying wet on the bed beside each other as they came back down to earth.
A/N: Well, to tell you the truth, this is probably my first shower love scene and I'm not all that good at none shower love scenes, so forgive me if this sucked. I know I rambled on about Destiel for a bit in there, but it was my way of showing that the pair are confused and as Dean and Cas are the only hunter/angel couple they know, they can't help but compare and query if that they have is similar. Not being able to speak to the pair and ask questions only adds to this problem. I hope that explains why it's there. If not, sorry again. It just felt right.
I also want to say that something really well, it was either funny or weird, happened while I was writing this. I switched on my radio and was suddenly hit with REO's 'Can't Fight the Feeling' I instantly stopped writing, stared at the radio and laughed. I mean, I'm writing a Jo Harvelle love scene and her favourite song comes on the radio, how freaky is that. What's worse was I couldn't continue writing it the song was finished. I just sat staring at the computer scene grinning to myself like a mad woman. Thank heavens I was alone. ROFL.
Would like to thank everyone for reading, review and faving this story… it's not over yet but I just want to let you know that your decision to add this and other stories to your favorite's list makes me feel very honoured and happy. So THANK YOU ALL :D
