Violating the Angel?

So if any one questions what I do during the day as I'm unemployed, check out my profile picture. Yeah...I painted Castiel on my thumb nail. I just keep giggling whenever I look at it now. I'll make it as a "banner" for this story as well if you can't see it too well on the profile.

JugalettePENNER requested some lemons for this. I don't usually do too lemony with these things but this will get a bit more action than, say, Love Like Sin had. All the parts in italics are from the previous night action.

He had moved them to a hotel room after his shirt was removed. A nice room with a large window looking out over a body of water somewhere. He wasn't too sure where but he decided that a bed was needed.

Mal tensed as she felt the fabric of a blanket under her. She moved away from Castiel's lips and looked at the bed she now lay on. An uncertain feeling washed over, shortly replaced by calm as the Angel ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek and down along her neck. She turned her eyes to look at him, her expression fairly vulnerable at that moment. Castiel mentally cursed the demon that had hurt her so badly as he leaned down to press soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and all over her face.

He had looked into her mind, had seen that this was the first time she had shared a bed since the incident with the demon possessing her brother. It invoked different feelings in him, some he didn't fully understand.

"You're more naked than me." Mal pointed out. Castiel looked at himself, being completely bare from the waist up, then looked at Mal who was still fully clothed. He frowned slightly, not liking this. He pulled her up into sitting and swiftly rid her off the shirt that he only just realized was ripped from her crash. He paused for a moment, his hand drifting across scars on the girl's abdomen. When he had healed her before, it was just of the sickness or the current wound she had. Castiel never thought that he'd need to heal scars from the past.

Even as he looked at her, his eyes drifted to the shoulder that had been bitten twice by poisonous monsters. Both times he had healed it but he could make out the marks from where the fangs of both creatures had sunk into her flesh.

If he ever got asked about his actions, he would say that he followed what his body was telling him. His lips pressed gently to the marks on Mal's shoulder. She shifted a little and he followed her as she laid back down. His hands drifted down her body to the button on her jeans. His eyed dropped down to watch his hands work, pushing open the button and pulling down the zipper.

"Does this make us even?" Castiel questioned as he slid the jeans down her legs. She lifted her hips to help and laughed slightly at his question.

He was awake while she slept. Angels didn't need to sleep. Instead he watched her sleep. Her hands would twitch occasionally, her lips moving as she silently uttered words in her unconscious state. Castiel wondered what she was dreaming about and was tempted to look into her mind to find out but refrained. Mal wouldn't like him in her mind without her permission and he would respect her wishes. He instead took to looking at her body, covered minimally by the blanket. She had kicked it off their legs sometime in her sleep and he wondered what had made her wedge her one leg between his.

Since he had no real purpose for getting naked himself, he had no real experience with what was under the clothing on a body, and certainly next to nothing on a female body (besides the time Dean had brought him to a brothel). He was momentarily interested in examining the girl's toes, wondering why the nails were silver and why she wore a ring on the big one while she had socks on. Mal laughed when his fingers brushed across the sole of her foot.

"What did I do?" Castiel asked.

"It's ticklish." Mal replied, grinning at the wide eyed innocent look on the Angel's face. It was amazing to her that she was probably not even a tenth of his age but she was more experienced in such things than he was. She laughed again when he applied a heavier pressure to the sole of her foot but still light enough to tickle. The next noise out of her mouth was a moan as he pressed a firmer touch to her foot. His blue eyes lifted to her green eyes then dropped back to her foot. He moved his hands up over her ankle then along her calf, smiling slightly as he got more moans and giggles out of the girl.

She was in a deeper sense of peace than she had been a few days ago when all they had done was kissed. Castiel felt several levels of gratitude for the fact that she could be in such a state. He knew it was a rare state. As he thought about it, his mind started to think of ways to allow Mal the chance to be this peaceful more often.

He would never be able to say how it happened but somehow he had ended up on his back, his pants and underwear tossed aside and he felt completely bare. That was until he felt four soft fingers circle around a sensitive part of his body. His eyes blinked rapidly as his mind tried to process the new feelings.

And then it shut down when he felt her lips around him.

It was pretty much the moment where Castiel finally understood what Dean enjoyed about sex. At least, at the moment, it started to make sense. He particularly enjoyed the feeling of having his fingers wrapped in her hair and he knew he could never get the sight of her out of his mind now.

"Mallory..."

"You know you can just call me Mal, right?"

She laughed lightly then squealed when he put her back onto her back. He leaned over her, his fingers running along her thigh until they hit the little blue panties so wore. It was the only article of clothing that kept them from being completely skin to skin with no barriers. His fingers slowly curled around the waist of the fabric, his eyes on hers as she lifted her hips to assist in the removal process.

Castiel brushed his fingers over Mal's shoulder as he gazed out the window, watching the waves rolling and the sun rising over the water. He almost wanted to awaken the sleeping hunter so she could see the beauty outside but he also wanted her to get as much sleep as possible. He had managed to shut off her cell phone after she had fallen asleep so no calls could awaken her. The Angel would keep the girl at that room all week with her phone off if he had to in able to ensure her rest.

Considering he was getting to be quite certain they weren't even in the states anymore, that didn't seem like a hard thing to accomplish.

The instant he was inside her felt like a home coming. While he wasn't thrilled with the prospect of other men touching in such a way, it did seem to prove handy as she moved with him, matching his movements and thrusts. She made noises that he didn't think could get to him as much as they did. When her nails dug into his back, it only drove him further into a wild unknown state. He didn't deny any instincts that he seemed to have and together they rose and fell over the peak several times over. She said his name in so many different ways and once broke out in Spanish, something he wasn't aware she even knew but it made him that bit more enthralled by her.

When Mal had finally drifted off, she had mumbled a thank you to Castiel and he was still a little uncertain as to what she was thanking him for. There were several things he could think of and he wondered vaguely if it was for all of those things. As he looked down at the sleeping girl, he felt the peace she felt and for that he was happy. Settling back into a more comfortable position, he gazed out the window once more before allowing his eyes to close.

Part of him stayed alert and the other part...well...the other part ended up playing audience to Mal's dreams.

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Mal woke up to a weird noise.

For a few moments she lay there, her eyes staying shut despite her conscious state, and listened to the noise. Beneath her head, a chest rumbled along with the sound. When she finally realized what it was, she opened her eyes and laughed. She had no clue where they were but at the moment the only thing that mattered was the fact that the Angel lying beneath her was snoring.

And rather loudly at that.

"Oh Jesus Christ." Mal muttered, trying to stifle her laughter. The snoring stopped and Castiel's eyes opened up to look at her questioningly. She just smiled, feigning innocence before she slid out of the bed, leaving the sheet behind and walking naked out onto the balcony to take in the mid morning view. The Angel gazed at her thoughtfully, examining the marks and scars over her back and legs. Once the inspection was finished, he rose from the bed, taking more care in covering up then she had by wrapping the sheet around his middle.

"It's a lovely view." Castiel remarked, walking out to stand behind the girl.

"No kidding." Mal replied. She glanced at him and grinned. "You know there's no one out here...and I've seen you naked now." Castiel just shook his head slightly and smiled a bit, leaning on the rail next to Mal. "So why do you keep saving me?"

"It's my job...and I want to." Castiel replied. Mal tilted her head as she looked as she looked at him. For some reason, she thought of Sam for a moment but quickly brushed the thought away. There was no way a bartender in Kansas could have anything to do with the Angel next to her.

"Where are we?" Mal asked, suddenly curious about the surroundings.

"I believe it's Cuba." Castiel answered. That made the girl pause before she laughed slightly. She turned around and jumped up to sit on the railing and grinned as the Angel's eyes shifted to her instantly. "What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing." Mal replied, casually leaning back ever so slightly. Castiel's eyes narrowed just a bit and he slowly straightened up as the girl leaned further back. She started to rock, leaning further and further back each time. Her hands slipping slowly from their grip on the edge. When she let go, she was instantly grabbed by two large hands gripping her wrists. Castiel pulled her forward again, glaring lightly.

"Why were you doing that?" He asked.

"So you would do that." Mal answered simply. Castiel lifted his eyes to hers, baffled. Her legs stretched out to wrap around his waist and pull him against her. She gently pulled her wrists from his hold and draped her arms over his shoulders. His hands fell uncertainly to her waist and he raised an eyebrow questioningly as he felt the sheet drop from his waist due to Mal's feet pushing at it. "If I'm going to be completely naked, than so are you."

"Very well." Castiel agreed. Mal laughed slightly as her fingers gently toys with his hair. She smiled gleefully as his eyes shut on their own violation. Just thinking of the word suddenly made her giggle as she realized what she had done and what she was thinking of doing again.

She had violated the Angel.

Although, saying that, he did technically start it.

"This is much better than you crying." Castiel remarked, opening his eyes.

"Oh yeah." Mal agreed. "You know what's even better than this though?"

"What?" Castiel asked. Mal tightened her fingers on the back of his head and pulled him to her to kiss him. He went willingly and returned the gesture as his hands tightened slightly on her waist. He lifted her off the railing and took a few steps back before turning to plant her against the wall. Mal gasped slightly against his lips at the feel of the cold stone against her back.

Violating doesn't even cover it anymore.

Okay so this seemed a little...filler chapter to me. But it was fun to write. I'm a little ashamed to say that things are not going to stay nice. Although for those of you who know me, you know that I don't keep things nice in my stories anyways so that should be no big surprise.