Cas and Meg left the basement and walked back into the living room.
“You should get yourself cleaned up. If Sam and Dean see the blood on your clothes, they’re going to ask questions” Meg said wise.
“Then I shall use his bathroom” Cas said. “Care to join me?” he winked as he reached out his hand. Meg smiled back mischievous and accepted his hand. Cas pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She jumped in his arms and he carried her upstairs to the bathroom. Their clothes still on Cas walked into the shower cabin and put Meg down.
Meg touched for the tap and opened it, letting out a short shriek as cold water poured over her and Cas. Cas pushed her against the wall and kissed her neckline.
Meg, who closed her eyes to enjoy the touch of Cas’ lips on her skin even more, opened the buttons on his shirt and pulled it over his arms.
“Hang on” she said breathless and Cas reluctantly stopped kissing her. She took off her upper clothing and the moment she dropped her bra Cas pulled her towards him again. He unbuttoned her pants and she did the same to him.
“Why can’t we do this every day?” Meg panted as Cas’ fingers touched her down there.
“What? Kill a bunch of useless douche bags or getting in each other’s pants?” Cas asked.
“Both” Meg replied. “Okay, are you going to do me or are you just going to keep teasing me?”
Cas lifted her in his arms and walked out of the cabin. He carried her out of the bathroom and into the first bedroom they encountered.
He lay her on the bed and touched and kissed her on all her favorite places. He pinned her arms against the mattress and went inside her.
A few minutes later Meg was satisfied and she wanted to get up. But Cas wasn’t ready and so he pushed her back down.
“Cas, stop. What are you doing?” Meg panicked as Cas slid deeper and moved his hips forward. She struggled underneath him, but Cas only tightened his grip.
“Stop fighting” Cas groaned. “I’m almost there. The less you resist, the sooner it’s over”
Meg stopped fighting and Cas’ movements accelerated as did his breathing.
Cas stopped and got off Meg, who rubbed her wrists and cast him an angry glance. Cas raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it” he scoffed. “You can tell me to stop all you want, but we both know you wanted me to keep going”
Meg’s anger and shock vanished. He was right. Demon or human, she liked it rough. Cas walked to the closet and opened.
“Now let’s check out their wardrobe” he suggested. “We can’t run around naked. That would draw too much attention”
“You should get yourself cleaned up. If Sam and Dean see the blood on your clothes, they’re going to ask questions” Meg said wise.
“Then I shall use his bathroom” Cas said. “Care to join me?” he winked as he reached out his hand. Meg smiled back mischievous and accepted his hand. Cas pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She jumped in his arms and he carried her upstairs to the bathroom. Their clothes still on Cas walked into the shower cabin and put Meg down.
Meg touched for the tap and opened it, letting out a short shriek as cold water poured over her and Cas. Cas pushed her against the wall and kissed her neckline.
Meg, who closed her eyes to enjoy the touch of Cas’ lips on her skin even more, opened the buttons on his shirt and pulled it over his arms.
“Hang on” she said breathless and Cas reluctantly stopped kissing her. She took off her upper clothing and the moment she dropped her bra Cas pulled her towards him again. He unbuttoned her pants and she did the same to him.
“Why can’t we do this every day?” Meg panted as Cas’ fingers touched her down there.
“What? Kill a bunch of useless douche bags or getting in each other’s pants?” Cas asked.
“Both” Meg replied. “Okay, are you going to do me or are you just going to keep teasing me?”
Cas lifted her in his arms and walked out of the cabin. He carried her out of the bathroom and into the first bedroom they encountered.
He lay her on the bed and touched and kissed her on all her favorite places. He pinned her arms against the mattress and went inside her.
A few minutes later Meg was satisfied and she wanted to get up. But Cas wasn’t ready and so he pushed her back down.
“Cas, stop. What are you doing?” Meg panicked as Cas slid deeper and moved his hips forward. She struggled underneath him, but Cas only tightened his grip.
“Stop fighting” Cas groaned. “I’m almost there. The less you resist, the sooner it’s over”
Meg stopped fighting and Cas’ movements accelerated as did his breathing.
Cas stopped and got off Meg, who rubbed her wrists and cast him an angry glance. Cas raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it” he scoffed. “You can tell me to stop all you want, but we both know you wanted me to keep going”
Meg’s anger and shock vanished. He was right. Demon or human, she liked it rough. Cas walked to the closet and opened.
“Now let’s check out their wardrobe” he suggested. “We can’t run around naked. That would draw too much attention”
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame said '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame said snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder said ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good food for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
