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It began with a tickle fight.
She'd been honest with him. Told him everything she could remember from home. Showed him photographs and the video when they'd thrown him in the fountain for his birthday. And she told him about her life here. About Gabriel. About Chuck. About Sam and Dean. And the Apocalypse and the angels. About Castiel. About them. He listened to her, and held her close when she began to cry. She almost apologized for ruining his shirt. And he accepted her truth.
It started with the tickle fight.
They were watching a movie they'd found, one to help lift the mood. That led into a conversation on Superheroes, and then he told her about the heroes he'd worshipped as a kid. The games he played. The games he still played. The freak out about the newest superhero movie. She listened, chuckling and shaking her head. She called him a nerd, poking his side.
It was the tickle fight, she told herself.
He'd pinned her down, straddling her between his legs, relentless in his tickling. She shrieked and laughed, and tried to find a weakness in his defenses. In the end she managed to shove him off, and wrapped her legs around him, going for the armpit.
The tickle fight started it, she told him.
They kissed each other. She sat up, kissing him first on the neck, making her way to his mouth. He pulled her close, returning the kiss with more ferocity. At first her lip was caught between their teeth, and she pulled back. He apologized, and she assured him it was fine.
The tickle fight, they tried to convince themselves.
Zoe was on her back. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. His hands never travelled her body, and despite sitting between her legs, he never moved. When they pulled away, they locked eyes and smiled. His eyes. She could get lost in his eyes, staring at them forever.
The tickle fight started it.
"May I?" He asked.
"We may."
It started with the tickle fight, he told her.
Their clothes lay on the ground, tossed into a messy heap. One by one, blanket, pillows and extra clothes joined them.
Yeah, she nodded, the tickle fight.
Dean had left some in her duffel bag, and it was the only way she'd do it. He understood, and complied.
How did it start?
His hands travelled her body as he kissed her, nipping at her neck, but never too hard. She returned the favor. The mouth. The cheek. The neck. The collarbone. The breasts. Stomach. And repeat.
They didn't care
She groaned, gripping him tightly as they moved together, still kissing. There was a sort of desperation as he held her, pushing himself further in, kissing her with more ferocity than before. There was a vague moment during their climax that she thought that she'd lowered the temperature in the room, and yet they were both covered in sweat.
She barely remembered.
He stopped when she patted his ticklish side, both of them slowing into gentler kisses before coming to a full stop. Why'd they stop, he wondered and she chuckled. To breathe. A small break. He smiled in understanding. Once she nodded again, giving him her consent, they began, building up to their previous action.
She never wanted to leave. Why would she? She was happy. Without having a care in the world. That's what they wanted, wasn't it? To stay out of their stupid fight?
"The tickle fight," Dean repeated with disbelief.
Castiel had found them, both naked in bed but lying separately, barely touching. The smell of sex filled the room causing Castiel to wrinkle his room. They both had frozen as Dean met their gazes with extreme disapproval. The angel left them to Dean's mercy.
"Yes the tickle fight," Zoe insisted, but she barely believed herself.
He wouldn't look at her in the eye when Dean marched them to the impala. She rubbed his shoulder in assurance, but it only made Dean more disapproving. They dropped him off at the college, the two exchanging a quick kiss before Dean drove off.
She watched him go back to his dormitory, until she no longer could.
Dean ripped her a new one, asking if Sam would have wanted her to have this. She never answered, glaring into the mirror.
Sam did what he wanted. He chose that path.
He asked if Gabriel would have wanted it and Zoe almost laughed. Gabriel wouldn't have cared, and if he ever did, he was dead. Like Ellen. Like Jo.
It started as a tickle fight.