Angel: A City of Lost Angels Story

Angel’s POV

Angel awoke to deep breathing beneath her and rain patter on the window. Careful to move slow as to not wake her bulky pillow, she eased off him and padded to the bartop. She poured herself a whiskey and watched the rise and fall of his chest from afar. Holy Hell, as Castiel would say.

His touch had ignited something inside her, like a fire that wanted more kindling. To see more. To give him more. To BE more. She thought there would have been more of a trauma response from past memories, but with an innocent Castiel it was totally different to be the one in control. She wanted to show him everything she could do, both on and off the couch.

She drank most of the whiskey and then poured a second glass of the rum and coke she saw Castiel sneaking today. Quietly tiptoeing back to the couch, she put both glasses on the corner table and slid into the seat beside his stirring form. He stretched slightly and opened his baby blues to look at her. He whispered a tired “Mm, Hi.” And reached an arm out to her.

Angel quickly slid under his arm and kissed him full on the mouth, a hand stroking over his bared chest and abs. He really was built like a god. His hand slid through her hair and cupped her chin roughly to deepen their kiss. His tongue pressed against her lips and she parted them. He tentatively explored, and then pulled back to slightly laugh against her lips. “Drinking already? Was I that bad?”

She laughed and hard smooched him on his chin, quickly leaning back to retrieve both drinks. “The opposite sir. Here.” Castiel kept one arm wrapped around her and took the drink with the other. Two gulps later his glass was empty.

He gave a satisfied exhale with tongue click. She downed her drink too, then placed both glasses back on the table. “Are you all right?” he asked in the silence. Angel cuddled into him and nodded against his chest. He kissed the back of her head and started a continual stroke on her hair with a big hand.

Angel mirrored his hand with her own on his chest. She traced the muscles down over his stomach, swirling around flat skin where there should be a naval, then further down along his jeans’ waistband. She lingered, but bolstered by his continual petting, slid her hand further. He was long and already hard, and her breath caught. With held breath she unded his jeans button and then the zipper.

Castiel groaned loud and rested his forehead on the back of her head as she encircled a small hand around him, pulling him free. The darkness of night and dimly lit bar gave her just enough to make out his beautiful length, short curls above it. Wow, he was perfect.

Releasing her breath and purring she stroked him slow and teasing. He had stopped petting and now had flattened one hand on her shoulder while the other slid down his own thigh to grip tight. She watched his hand flex and knew instantly she needed a taste of him before his resolve returned.

She moved close and licked her lips over his tip. He jerked at the slight contact. He was slightly salty from last night and it urged her on. Expertly sliding his length in a deep 5 inches, she withdrew and dipped again. He jerked at each repeated motion until every inch was covered by her combined fist and mouth. He gripped his thigh roughly, as if hanging on for dear life. She added a soft ‘mmm’ to her purring and he thrusted upwards with a start. “Jesussss Angel.” he strained out.

Angel smiled against him and increased speed, the same one he had guided her into last night. His hand holding her shoulder was squeezing painfully, the other was practically clawing his own leg. It was empowering! As she felt his pulses and jolts start, she swirled her tongue around his shaft with each withdraw up and squeezed her little hand rhythmically with each dip down. “Annngel, fuckfuck, it’s there!” She nodded around him on the withdraw to give permission and he thrusted hard upwards to the back of her throat. His seed filled and nearly choked, but her training let her swallow all of his divine gift.

When he stilled, she carefully slid him out and kissed a path from his tip up to the hollow of his neck, nuzzling under his chin once there. His arms enveloped her and pressed her full to his heavily panting chest. “Fuckity fuckfuck.” He said out loud and Angel laughed. After long deep breaths he finally said. “I can’t give you up.” It was sad sounding.

She sat up to look at him with concern. “What!? Why would you have to?” He nodded ever so slightly. She sat fully upright and he lifted his hips to pull jeans up and fasten them. When fixed, he leaned forward on the couch and brushed hands through his hair, resting elbows on his knees to momentarily hold his head. Guilt?

“Taala came to see me and said if I keep on this path with you I’d be a demon before the full moon.” He was quiet while he let that weight settle on them. Then, he added a boulder to it. “And.. long term? As- as long as I’m an angel I can only love the Lord. Loving you as I might puts you above His will in my heart. Until we find a way to be together…” he trailed off

Angel blinked back tears. Emotion in Castiel’s voice hit her harder than the confusing words. Was this love? She had no realistic frame of reference besides romance novels where every guy got the girl. Amongst the nekos it seemed promiscuity ruled. “You have to let me go.” she finished.

Castiel still hadn’t looked at her. “Taala will give us a charm to stop the emotion. He says the friendship would remain, and we have our, um, memories. After the full moon we can see where that leaves us.” He finally turned and looked at her. For the first time ever he looked weak. “Just for now, Angel. Just t-“ he stumbled and tears formed “T-to save me.”

Angel launched forward to grasp his jaw in her hands and kiss him. Hard and unrelenting while tears streamed her own cheeks. He returned the passion, tangling tongues while encircling her tiny frame against him. A goodbye kiss that lasted until there were no more tears to fall.

When dawn broke the sky Castiel poured half a bottle of rum straight down his throat and handed Angel another glass of whiskey. She drank greedily while he spoke. “I- I need to swing by the Church before we open. I need to grab something and a, uhm, change of clothes.” He scratched a nail over a particularly hard patch on his pants near a pocket. Angel blushed hard at the memory.

“Yes sir, I’ll be here.” It came out sadder than she intended but Castiel was already gone.