He was right up against her, again.
Pressed at her side like a loyal cat, Castiel dozed, occasionally murmuring in his sleep and pressing farther into her back.
Fucker was a clinger, and when he slept he was obnoxious with it, both arms wrapped around her and his face pressed against hers. His stubble tickled her face, and she was just about tired of his snoring.
Watching him be all curled up and pathetic next to her was a rare treat, Castiel usually slept on his back, but since their fight a week ago he wouldn't let her out of his sight.
Damn human-angels and their little feelings.
He stirred beside her, finally lifting from her face to behind her head, his hand running from her upper side down her hip.
"You gonna cop a feel or are you gonna do something?"
He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like Enochian and he buried deeper into her back.
"Spill it, asshat."
"I said I was tired," his voice was groggy. "Easier in Enochian."
"It's not easier you're just lazy."
He didn't reply to her, just kept sliding his hands down.
"I'm not lazy, I'm privileged."
Meg rolled over on her back, Castiel about to protest her when she silenced him with a kiss, her lips pulling into a smile as the sleepy human felt into it.
Her touch was burning and he could taste her smoke on her teeth. He pressed against her, feeling her nails cut down the side of his face.
Sex came so easily to them both, even when Castiel was completely drained, and it was odd how they went from peaceful slumber to fucking each other's brains out.
Meg preferred sleeping naked but Castiel was a bit more reserved, and she took joy in watching him try and shimmy off his boxers while keeping his face planted on hers.
He was slow, due mostly to tiredness, and Meg let it slide. He deserved it, what she was giving him; Castiel was very much the good partner, what with his cute little apologizing ass.
He was trying hard, she knew. Castiel wasn't even bothering to fuck her, just attack her face when he failed to slide down his underwear.
She didn't mind. He was getting what he wanted.
It was a while before he decided to break away from her, Meg letting out a disappointed grunt and watched him roll back on his backside.
"That's it?" she muttered. "Damn it, Castiel."
"I'm tired," he groaned, and Meg watched him rub his palms over his eyes.
"Seriously," she looked him over. "You even have a fucking boner."
She watched him roll on his side in embarrassment, and Meg felt the corner of her mouth tinge into a smile.
"I'm…tired," he repeated.
She let out a pained sigh and rolled over, only to have Castiel's nose in her face.
"Sleep?"
"We'll sleep."
Within moments he was dozing again, occasionally stirring and rolling over on his side. Meg took advantage and decided to smother him, grabbing him around his waste and feeling him press back against her.
"Good night you pretentious fuc