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Taste Of An Angel
Title: Taste Of An Angel
Author: Saga Chriztine
Fandom, paring: SPN, Dean/Castiel
Rating, warning: Told from Dean's view
A/N: This comes from comment_fic and andrea_deer wished for Taste of an angel, on the theme Sensations (smell, sight, taste, touch…).
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/44151.html?thread=9817207#t9817207
Beta: Inwe
Word count: 335
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or people. I've not done this for money.
OBS! I've not seen the final of Season 4 (when I wrote this) so I have no idea what will happen and hope to stay so until I seen it. Last episode I seen (when writing this) is when Anna became an Angel.
Summary: Things isn't always as you think.
Many have said that the opposites attract and at first I would not have said I believed it. But then I didn't believe in Angels either. So when I was saved from Hell and what I was on the way to become I had to change my beliefs, especially when I learned who pulled me out.
Of course I could not start believing that at once; it came sneaking up on me, as did so many other things. Naturally I was angry, pissed and didn't listen. That’s just me, isn't it?
I have to say that Angels do know how to work, as well as demons. Castiel was no exception. Did I say it sneaked up on me? I wasn't on my guard, so before I knew it I started to somehow look forward to the next meeting or arguing with him.
Then there was the time that I know now made me fall. First it was the usual between us and he let me start fighting with him. When nothing seemed to annoy him and I was the one annoyed he took hold of me and kissed me.
Nothing else followed the kiss on that occasion, but the next time kissed me for longer. I was taken by surprise, but a part of me had begun to like it. I started to kiss him back. He turned up in my dreams. I started to wait for next time so I could get another taste of him. I wanted more.
Then the kisses weren't enough. I starting wanting him touch me with his hands, to stroke my body. My naked body. One taste wasn't enough. It will never be enough.
When you have had a first taste it is damn hard to stop yearning for more. Before I would never have thought that the taste of an Angel could be so… damn hot.
Our sex has sure taken me up to heavenly heights. And I definitely want to stay there. It damn sure beats Hell.
Title: Taste Of An Angel
Author: Saga Chriztine
Fandom, paring: SPN, Dean/Castiel
Rating, warning: Told from Dean's view
A/N: This comes from comment_fic and andrea_deer wished for Taste of an angel, on the theme Sensations (smell, sight, taste, touch…).
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/44151.html?thread=9817207#t9817207
Beta: Inwe
Word count: 335
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or people. I've not done this for money.
OBS! I've not seen the final of Season 4 (when I wrote this) so I have no idea what will happen and hope to stay so until I seen it. Last episode I seen (when writing this) is when Anna became an Angel.
Summary: Things isn't always as you think.
Many have said that the opposites attract and at first I would not have said I believed it. But then I didn't believe in Angels either. So when I was saved from Hell and what I was on the way to become I had to change my beliefs, especially when I learned who pulled me out.
Of course I could not start believing that at once; it came sneaking up on me, as did so many other things. Naturally I was angry, pissed and didn't listen. That’s just me, isn't it?
I have to say that Angels do know how to work, as well as demons. Castiel was no exception. Did I say it sneaked up on me? I wasn't on my guard, so before I knew it I started to somehow look forward to the next meeting or arguing with him.
Then there was the time that I know now made me fall. First it was the usual between us and he let me start fighting with him. When nothing seemed to annoy him and I was the one annoyed he took hold of me and kissed me.
Nothing else followed the kiss on that occasion, but the next time kissed me for longer. I was taken by surprise, but a part of me had begun to like it. I started to kiss him back. He turned up in my dreams. I started to wait for next time so I could get another taste of him. I wanted more.
Then the kisses weren't enough. I starting wanting him touch me with his hands, to stroke my body. My naked body. One taste wasn't enough. It will never be enough.
When you have had a first taste it is damn hard to stop yearning for more. Before I would never have thought that the taste of an Angel could be so… damn hot.
Our sex has sure taken me up to heavenly heights. And I definitely want to stay there. It damn sure beats Hell.