64 79 61 castiel please i need it so bad
this has to be the same person lololol but there was no 79 on that prompt list... I'm assuming it was 69 or smth (nice) but again pls like. we’re going for a solid pg to the lightest amount of M rating on this blog. M for swearing.
61. Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp / 64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward / 69. Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck
Castiel isn’t sure how he feels, entirely, when he lets himself go the way he does. Where he only has his hands, slung low on her hips, as if just to anchor himself carefully. Always a little conscious, of older memories rearing their ugly heads, when Gigi tilts her head the way she does.
When her hands find the band of his pants, skimming along the skin just there, he has to pause. Breathe. Let his brain catch up with the rest of him, because it was left behind a long time ago. Gigi knows what she’s doing, because she can be decidedly cunning when she wanted to be. Castiel can see it, in the corner of her eye, where her smile tries to play innocent but she gives it away.
Fingertips dance along his skin, pushing his shirt higher, and he shudders. Cold, from the air. Warm, from her touch. Castiel tips his head back, as her lips chase down his throat, and up again. He doesn’t think about how vulnerable he was, letting her hold him as she did. Doesn’t linger on the patterns Gigi draws into his skin, or how she laves attention on his collarbones, or that if he closed his eyes, Castiel might’ve seen her instead. No, he doesn’t, because when he breathes in (short, sharp, shiny), it’s Gigi’s perfume, shampoo, conditioner, yes please.