Rating: M (just to be safe)

Summary: Castiel and Melissa are free, time to celebrate

Lips of an Angel

"We're free." I said. The sound rang throughout the room, echoing, finalizing. We looked at each other, silent. Dead silent. I could hear nothing else besides the beating of my heart. He looked down at me, searching my face for something. Slowly, a smile crept across his face until it broke out into a downright grin that went all the way through his eyes. I smiled right back at him.

"We are." He said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He lifted me off the ground and spun me around. I giggled and continued to kiss him, and he kissed me back. And then we were falling.

Castiel had unwittingly backed into my bed. He fell on his back, leaving me to lie on his chest. He stared up at me, eyes wide with shock at what just happened, regaining composure of the situation. I laughed. And after a moment, he did too.

I'm not sure how long we were laughing, but when we stopped we were left to stare at each other, his blue eyes boring into me, making my heart stutter.

I bit my lip at the intensity that lied in that sea of blue. His brows joined as he stared up at me.

My heart thudded against my ribcage, waiting for what he would do or say next.

Silence lapsed between us, silence that quickly became awkward. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but always changed his mind before he did.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked; I couldn't take it anymore. He started to sit up; I slid off of him, sitting next to him on the bed rather than on him.

He wasn't looking at me now. He was staring at his hands, looking almost ashamed.

"Cas, what?"

He sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

"I…You know how much I care about you," It wasn't a question. I let him continue. "From words. From what I have said to you," He looked up, his eyes beseeching me. At the rate I was going I was gonna chew my lip off one of these days. "I…I want…to show you." He admitted. I swallowed, making my pounding heart go back to my chest.

"But..?" I prompted. He looked down again. His hands were clamped together so tightly his knuckles were white. He shut his eyes, exhaled and licked his lips.

"I…I don't know…" He looked up at me, his eyes naked. "I don't know how." I stopped my jaw from dropping.

I scooted closer to him, gently taking his hand and looking into his eyes.

"It's alright," I said quietly. "Just…go with your instincts." He took in a shaking breath and nodded slowly. I leaned closer to him, brushing my nose against his as I touched his cheek and kissed him softly. Slowly, my hand slipped down to his neck, a finger tracing his ear. He shivered. I gasped –my eyes flying open- when his tongue slid into my mouth, exploring, curious.

My heart beat faster.

He shrugged off the trench coat and suit jacket in one movement, tossing them behind him. I heard a faint flutter as they fell on the wooden floor.

My tongue responded to his. His grip on the bedspread underneath him tightened fiercely. I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes.

They were filled with both desire and fear. His breath came in quick gasps. He was terrified, of everything. What he was doing, what he was feeling, what he wanted, everything.

"Relax." I whispered. He swallowed hard.

I kissed his neck, carefully, making sure I didn't overwhelm him. My searching hands found the knot of his tie. I felt it slide in my hands and I pulled it over his head. His fingers were tangled in my hair, his grip loose, his body tense.

I bit down lightly on the small bit of skin I had between my lips. He moaned aloud and gasped, his chest heaving.

I looked up at him, fearful I had done something wrong. His eyes were wide, pupils slightly dilated, cheeks flushed.

"What…what was that?" He stammered. "Th-that feeling?" I pressed my lips together to hide my smile.

"Pleasure," I said. He nodded. "Do you want to stop?" He touched my face, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"No."

I was kissing his neck again. His hands lingered on the hem of my shirt, which had been torn in the previous struggle. I assured him my permission by squeezing his shoulders. He pulled it over my head with shaking hands. My hands found his shirt buttons and I undid them, trying to hide my anxiety. My eyes bore over every inch of flesh I revealed, lust building inside me.

The shirt was gone moments later. I put my hand on his chest, urging him to lie down. He fell back on his elbows, splayed out in front of me.

God it was hot.

I shimmied my jeans off, watching his ever still wide eyes follow them to the floor. I stepped toward him and he stiffened, his breathing becoming even more rapid.

I slid over him, pressing my hand against his chest again, feeling his thundering heart under his ribs. He lay completely flat, looking at me with such an immense amount of trust in his eyes. I kissed him.

"Relax, Cas." He didn't do any sort of the thing until I started kissing down his chest. His fingers clenched the linen underneath his fingers.

My hands slipped down his arms and ghosted down his torso, making goosebumps erupt all over him. He shivered and moaned.

I started to undo his belt but his hands beat me there. He undid it, his pants button and zipper with trembling fingers and slid it down his legs and onto the floor.

I kissed back up his chest, biting gently here and there. He gasped and moaned, his hands on my back.

I kissed the hollow behind his ear before sucking on his earlobe.

"More." He choked. I moved his hands up, telling him silently to undo my bra. Fingers made clumsy by adrenaline snapped it open. It and my underwear were swiftly discarded. I slid my knee up between his legs.

"Oh!" He whimpered, body trembling at the sensation. "More, more…"

My hands gripped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down and off, not caring where they landed.

There he was, completely naked. Naturally, I bit my lip. So beautiful and arousing, but his eyes were so innocent, which only made my desire worse. I kissed his lips and his cheek, feeling him shake beneath me.

"Melissa," He breathed. "Please, Melissa."

No sooner did the words escape his kiss swollen lips that he wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled over. My head hit the pillow before I fully understood what was happening. When he went inside me my hands gripped his shoulders tightly as I moaned. He leaned down, brushing his nose on my cheek, nuzzling his face against me. That's when he started moving.

His hips rolled forward, sending himself deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh God!" I gulped, wincing at the poor pun. His touch was still so gentle, and his iris's had all but disappeared behind his pupils.

He gasped and moaned, his eyes never leaving me. He hit that certain spot and I screamed his name.

We rolled over and I was on top of him.

He said my name in a muddle of moans and soft pleas as I thrust forward. Sweat beaded down his face, his hands clenched my hips.

"Yehes, oh, Melissa, yes, please…"

I felt it coming, an orgasm that had been building in my stomach for quite some time. And it did.

He threw his head back, screaming my name as he came, his orgasm reaching its peak.

I collapsed next to him once the final waves had been ridden out, breathing hard and fast. He turned and looked at me, that same innocence present.

"What was that?" He whispered.

"An orgasm." I said. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I rested my head against his warm, soft chest, breathing in the smell that was Castiel.

"I'm tired." He said, puzzled.

"That was a lot of work. It's normal." He rested his head on the pillow, still looking at me.

"I love you." He said.

"You're allowed to now," I said with a small smile. "And I love you too. More than anything."

He kissed me, his eyes closing against his will. He forced them back open. I smiled.

"Sleep, Angel." I said.

I spent that night in his arms, still unable to believe I had slept with an angel and wasn't dead yet. He looked peaceful for the first time in a long time, and I was happy for that. I slept soundly, knowing that he would be there tomorrow, and nothing could take him away from me. Except perhaps the apocalypse. But that's for another time.

The End

Until Season five, that is…

--Don't be sad! There'll be more to this story come season 5! Until then, adieu--