I wrote a short little thing and it turned out like this. I hope you like it! ^^
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“You’re going to need to be more careful,” Meg said as she knelt between Castiel’s legs, dabbing at the cut on his face, cleaning it with antiseptic.
Castiel hissed and batted her hand away, “It hurts. You’re a doctor aren’t you supposed to be more gentle?”
Meg laughed, “It wouldn’t hurt if you hadn’t gone and gotten into a fight without knowing the dangers of it.”
“I knew the dangers of it, I just miscalculated the timing,” Castiel growled slightly peeved at having to lie to cover up the fact that he had gotten distracted. His eyes wandered once again to the source of distraction, Meg’s chest where the dress dipped down low, revealing her cleavage.
“Miscalculated?” Meg asked raising a brow, a knowing smile on the corners of her lips as she caught where Castiel’s eyes were looking, “More like distracted,” she said a finger under his stubbled chin as she raised his eyes to meet hers once more.
“Piss off,” Castiel said, he didn’t mean it harshly. Meg did look really beautiful in a dress. “It’s not every day I see you in dresses,” he muttered as Meg stuck a Band-Aid over the cut.
“It’s not every day I have to pretend to be your wife,” Meg teased as she pulled back now done with cleaning his cut, “Besides I hate dresses,” she added as an after thought.
Castiel caught her around the waist as she stood, pulling her back into his arms, as he pressed his face into the small of her back, breathing in her sweet scent. He shifted, letting his hands trail up over her flat stomach and move to gently cup her breasts, thumbing her hardening nipples, “Maybe I can convince you otherwise Meg,” he says coaxing her into his lap now.
Meg shuddered as she leaned back into the detective, her head on his shoulder as she let his hands roam over her body. Her voice was breathy as she spoke, “I’d like to see you try.” His chest rumbled as he laughed, Meg liked it when he laughed, the sound deep and velvety, he never let anyone but her hear his laughter.
“To the bedroom then doctor?” he whispers by her ear, letting his tongue lick the shell of it and then gently nipping her sensitive earlobe and making her squirm.
She let out a stuttery sigh, her hands snaking around his neck as she turned bringing his lips to hers, “No, let’s do it here,” Meg whispered a devilish grin on her lips.
Castiel smirks, “You’d best hope that the landlord doesn’t come up then.”
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Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Sherlock Holmes AU for Castiel/Meg [NSFW]
Date: 2013-10-01 12:13 pm (UTC)“You’re going to need to be more careful,” Meg said as she knelt between Castiel’s legs, dabbing at the cut on his face, cleaning it with antiseptic.
Castiel hissed and batted her hand away, “It hurts. You’re a doctor aren’t you supposed to be more gentle?”
Meg laughed, “It wouldn’t hurt if you hadn’t gone and gotten into a fight without knowing the dangers of it.”
“I knew the dangers of it, I just miscalculated the timing,” Castiel growled slightly peeved at having to lie to cover up the fact that he had gotten distracted. His eyes wandered once again to the source of distraction, Meg’s chest where the dress dipped down low, revealing her cleavage.
“Miscalculated?” Meg asked raising a brow, a knowing smile on the corners of her lips as she caught where Castiel’s eyes were looking, “More like distracted,” she said a finger under his stubbled chin as she raised his eyes to meet hers once more.
“Piss off,” Castiel said, he didn’t mean it harshly. Meg did look really beautiful in a dress. “It’s not every day I see you in dresses,” he muttered as Meg stuck a Band-Aid over the cut.
“It’s not every day I have to pretend to be your wife,” Meg teased as she pulled back now done with cleaning his cut, “Besides I hate dresses,” she added as an after thought.
Castiel caught her around the waist as she stood, pulling her back into his arms, as he pressed his face into the small of her back, breathing in her sweet scent. He shifted, letting his hands trail up over her flat stomach and move to gently cup her breasts, thumbing her hardening nipples, “Maybe I can convince you otherwise Meg,” he says coaxing her into his lap now.
Meg shuddered as she leaned back into the detective, her head on his shoulder as she let his hands roam over her body. Her voice was breathy as she spoke, “I’d like to see you try.” His chest rumbled as he laughed, Meg liked it when he laughed, the sound deep and velvety, he never let anyone but her hear his laughter.
“To the bedroom then doctor?” he whispers by her ear, letting his tongue lick the shell of it and then gently nipping her sensitive earlobe and making her squirm.
She let out a stuttery sigh, her hands snaking around his neck as she turned bringing his lips to hers, “No, let’s do it here,” Meg whispered a devilish grin on her lips.
Castiel smirks, “You’d best hope that the landlord doesn’t come up then.”