“Whatcha doing, good lookin’?” Dean asked, dropping his chin onto Cas’ shoulder and nuzzling his nose against Cas’ throat.
“Reading,” Cas replied absentmindedly, copying something down onto a scratch sheet of paper before his eyes flickered back to the book on the desk in front of him.
“Maybe you could take a break?” Dean said, breath tickling over the shell of Cas’ ear.
Cas made a vague sound of disapproval. “Busy, Dean.”
Huh. Maybe a different approach. “Too busy to come to bed?” Dean tried again, nipping at Cas’ earlobe.
“M’not tired,” Cas muttered, pencil scratching along the paper as he wrote another note down.
Right. Message received. “Alright. You know where to find me if you want me.” Kissing the top of Cas’ head, Dean made his way back to their room.
He’d barely been in the room for a minute, bending down to blow out one of the candles, when Cas frantically stumbled in.
“Dean, I-” Cas started, but he quickly stuttered to a stop when his eyes darted around the room and he saw the decorations. Soft flickering candles spread out across their bedside tables. The bed sheets covered in red and pink rose petals. A bottle of champagne with two glasses. “Oh, Dean,” Cas breathed out, snagging Dean by the waist and pulling him closer.
“Hey,” Dean murmured, draping his arms loosely around Cas’ shoulders until his fingers grazed the back of Cas’ neck. “Sorry. I just wanted to surprise you. I can put this away and we can wait-”
“Don’t you dare,” Cas cut him off, surging forwards to steal a kiss. “I didn’t know this was what you were planning.”
Dean chuckled, nipping Cas’ lower lip before soothing over it with his tongue. “Is it really so surprising that I want to make love to my husband while we’re celebrating our anniversary?”
Suddenly Cas’ hands were gripping hold of Dean’s shirt, his knees going weak as he chased Dean’s mouth into a breathtaking kiss. “Say that again.”
Smiling against Cas’ lips, Dean replied in a hushed tone. “I want to make love to you.”
Nudging Dean backwards, Cas tugged them both down onto the bed of rose petals. “I’m all yours. Always.”