for vaultpaladin

[indecadence]

[ They're laying in bed, pressed together.

Castiel can't remember if it's his or hers, but it's not as if it really matters now, leaning closer and leaving his cheek pressed to her shoulder. The weather outside is as unpredictable as it always is, wind howling and the slap of ice against the window clear enough in it's explanation: it's begun to snow. Still, they're warm, and he sighs, turning a little more so that his leg nudges hers and slips between her knees as if they've always done this. There's no need to move beyond that, not now, and with the blanket draped over them, the heat is substantial despite how thin it is. His fingers stroke lazily at a hip, and he hums, the few notes of a song he briefly thinks might have been one of Dean's favorites. Classic rock that dies into the syllables of her name on the tip of his tongue. ]

Do you know what I would like to do right now?

[ A hint of a smile on his face, and he leans onto his side, thumb tracing her jaw as he tips her head so their eyes meet. The question is rhetorical, but it's not as if he cares about that, hardly giving her time to answer as he kisses her softly on the mouth. ]