Seven o'clock on the dot.

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He didn't mind. Buttons meant nothing to angels, though he had found out that they were good at keeping his clothes on to protect him from the elements when he was grace-less.

Cas had sort of thought they'd get to this a little later, maybe somewhere more private, but he definitely had no complaints. Though, he would be embarrassed if anyone saw...

But Meg, demon that she was, would either call him chicken or tell him that was the fun of it. Maybe it was a little thrilling.

He slipped off his vest and pulled at his tie, loosening it, then his hands moved back to Meg, feeling around as their lips met again, and he took a few steps forward until she was the one against a wall again. He noticed something covered in cloth, a table, and started heading over that way, giving her a boost up to sit on it.

[masters_meg]

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