6

In the Arms of the Angel

She walked into her apartment, flicking on a light and still holding his hand. He hadn't said much since they had left the bar, he was far too nervous to form coherent sentences. He'd looked out the window of the car uneasily, eyes wide, nodding or shaking his head to answer her.

She turned and shut the door before looking up at him, smiling gently. She giggled at his expression, his naïve, anxious expression. He must not relax much. Whatever his reason was, whether it be not getting out much or something along those lines, it was incredibly cute.

"It's alright," she assured. "Just relax."

Castiel had no idea what that word meant, but he would try. Annabelle started to lean toward him, slowly closing her eyes. Once again, Castiel was oblivious to what she was doing, and he didn't catch on until her lips connected with his.

His eyes grew to record size, body seizing up before slowly relaxing, his eyes drifting shut as a strange sensation filled his body. What do humans call this again? He thought. Ki…kuh…kissing! He wasn't sure if he was right, but whatever this was, he liked it.

She had one hand cradling his cheek, the other on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding underneath her fingers as her lips continued to work with his. They were soft, tentative, gentle and sweet. Her heart fluttered a little.

She pulled away for a moment to catch her breath. His cheeks were flushed to a soft pink, breath heavy, a shy smile on his lips. So cute.

"You okay?" She asked, smiling. He nodded.

"Yes," he paused, looking a little embarrassed. "Can…can we do that again?" She giggled, her smile growing as she nodded, arms wrapping around his neck. He touched her waist hesitantly, his hand shaking a little.

Without taking her lips away from his, she guided him down the hall, toward her bedroom. They bumped into the walls, almost knocking down a few pictures.

The rest of the world seemed to disappear. There was nothing else but the man she was kissing and this apartment. The planet could've been obliterated and she wouldn't have noticed. Not when those eyes were on her.

The back of Castiel's legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell backwards, startled.

"Oh!" Annabelle exclaimed, almost falling on top of him.

She kissed him again, sliding her hands inside the trench coat and easing it from his shoulders. It and the blazer went quickly, as did his tie and his belt. She put his shaking hands to the hem of her shirt. He helped her pull it over her head. She shimmied off her jeans and kissed him some more, putting her hand on his shoulder to guide him toward the pillows. She leaned over him, fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt.

She kissed down his neck and chest as she revealed more and more skin.

The former angel was nearly losing his mind. He'd never been touched like this, not ever, and her lips on his chest made him feel very strange. A good strange. A very good strange, but he had no idea what was happening.

He pulled his shirt off, thinking that must be the logical reason as to why she was undoing it. Her light caress over his skin made an emotion that he couldn't name jump inside him and he moaned aloud, just as surprised as she was at the sudden noise.

He didn't understand what that was, but she smiled, giving him reassurance that it was alright without knowing it. She continued to touch him, to kiss him, relishing the feel of his soft, warm skin, impressed by the shape and tone of his body. His lips were so gentle and sweet, hands tentative.

His heart didn't start pounding painfully until they were both in their underwear. His breath came in quick gasps when his lips weren't occupied.

Annabelle saw it then. Something she should've noticed earlier to save herself the guilt now. She felt his thundering heart under her palm and looked up at him, right into those pretty eyes. And she saw innocence; one hundred percent pure, chaste, innocence. It was so strong it hurt her heart and took her breath away.

"Cas, you…you've never done this before, have you?" She asked softly. He shook his head, those ingenuous eyes wide. "You've never been kissed or…or anything?" he shook his head again, looking embarrassed.

It all made sense now. Perfect sense. Why he seemed so naïve about everything, it was because he was. His eyes stayed wide and he was nervous because he'd never experienced anything like this before. How he had gone this long without doing something with someone she didn't know. But looking into those eyes, those gorgeous blue pools of innocence, she couldn't take that away. She didn't have it in her.

"I can't…" She whispered. "Cas, what…what do you want to do?" He looked at her for a moment, just looked at her. After a moment he rolled on his side and wrapped his arms around her.

"Can we do this?" He asked. That shy smile again. Annabelle sighed and hugged him back, smiling lightly.

"Yes, we can," she said, kissing his chest. "You're too sweet, you know that?" He frowned, confused.

"No, I didn't actually." She laughed and shook her head.

"Well you are."

She nuzzled her face into his chest, wanting to be as close to him as she could get. Castiel felt the same. He held her close, shutting his eyes. He wasn't sure what this feeling was either. But once again, he liked it.

--Awn--