Catfishing Castiel

37. Confessions & Chokeholds

Castiel picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist, our heated kiss being interrupted by a loud ring that indicated that we finally reached our designated floor.

We leave the elevator as we kiss all the way through the glass hallway that lead up to the familiarly large suite doors. I felt drowned in overwhelming happiness and venomous lust as I felt weightless to his strength.

The breathtaking view of Halyciane made itself apparent through the glass as we roughly kissed in the middle of a glittering sea of stars and distant galaxies continuum. I couldn't help but laugh in between pecks the moment he drunkenly brought me up against the door.

"Castiel we're gonna-um-fall-" I was rapidly interrupted by the door automatically opening, causing Castiel and I to fall down the marble floor like a bunch of dumbasses.

"Shit!" We laughed into each other as our skin was foolishly met by the cold marble floor. "You okay?" He asked as I nodded.

I eventually looked above me out of curiosity. The view of the Valiant suite was upside down but I could tell how much they were able to rework everything after that catastrophic night with Castiel.

"They fixed this place up so fast." I casually observed as we eventually walk further into the suite.

"Hmmmaybe-it's still quite boring though." He carelessly shrugged at all the new furniture and decorations. "What I did made it look more interesting if you ask me." He teased.

I threw him a playfully questionable look. "It made it look like something." I sassily replied as I followed him into his room, somewhat shocked over him not throwing a fit like last time. "Where's Lucy?"

"She had to go on a business trip to Paris." He plopped straight back down onto his bed with a tired sigh, keeping a steady gaze on me while I walked around.

"So it's just us?" I failed to return his gaze due to growing intimidation.

"It's just us." Castiel's voice lowered, his husky tone smoothening into rich sensual silk.

I nervously gulped as my head began to feel much more heated, along with my body that I could feel squirm in response to his unbreakable gaze that seemed to strip me apart. I brought one of my hands over to the other, processing the sudden sweat and anxiety I was feeling as I wondered if all these mixed emotions were either because of him or the alcohol.

In attempts to clear my mind off of the creeping thoughts of wanting Castiel, I decided to turn away from him to venture off into the corner that I remembered to be forbidden. "Wow." I couldn't help but admire the countless collections of beautifully crafted art. "These are incredible."

I let out a warm exhale as I was too late to notice Castiel already standing right behind me. "Thanks." He cooed, burying his face onto my neck as I held in a sound that would've let him know how much I liked it.

"What's that?" I softly queried, purposely bringing myself away from him to grab onto a large, thick book in hopes of fighting off my strong urges to submit to him.

"It's where I do my sketches."

My mouth dropped as I carefully observed the pages that contained his work. His sketches could even be counted as finalized work as he seemed to masterfully use methods of shading and shaping in order to create highly detailed pieces that almost looked photo realistic.

"This is-" I smile for a second as I flipped past a page that contained a drawing of his dog, Appa. "T-this is amazing, Castiel. You really could put all of this up in a gallery or something." I couldn't help but stutter at the sensory overload the more I flipped through his wonderful work.