Song Remains the Same

Chapter 80: Taken

Song Remains the Same

Chapter 80 / Taken

"Am I alive or just a ghost? Haunted by my sorrows.
Hope is slipping through my hands, gravity is taking hold."
- RED

...April 11, 2010
(Almost Two Years Ago)

In an unremarkable motel room in the mid-morning hour, a fallen angel and the woman he had secretly married the day before were lost in each other's arms. On the table nearby, the abandoned breakfast of vending machine snacks he had gotten for them a few minutes prior. Discarded at the edge of the bed, the towel she'd been wrapped in before they'd decided that breakfast would have to wait.

A moaned whisper of, "Ah, Cas—" could be heard and then a whimper of pleasure. His dark head of hair was buried in the crook of her neck as he planted breathy kisses up and down against the curve of warm skin there. He held her to himself on that bed and made love to her in a way that reduced them both to a euphoric stupor. Hair still wet from the shower she'd just taken, Alex had her eyes shut to better savor every touch and movement—one of her hands was clenched into Cas's hair and her back was arched off the unmade bed as she gasped for him to keep going, keep going.

He pressed a hard, fervent kiss against her lips then groaned out a high, distressed "ah" against her mouth, which had fallen open wide to gulp in gasping mouthfuls of air as the inevitable dam broke over them both. He murmured her name anxiously like he was having a holy experience, like he was worshiping her. To see how they held onto each other during that moment of euphoria and afterward was a visible testament to how deeply they loved and needed one another. It didn't even need saying at all but when it was all over and they were left trembling and thunderstruck, Castiel breathlessly drew back just enough to look his Alex in the eye and he told her what was already so obvious. "Heavens I love you," he whispered, touching her face and looking at her with eyes that were adoring and amazed. A soft, exhausted laugh escaped her as a smile made her bright eyes crinkle up. She craned her neck forward and kissed him lingeringly. She loved him too.

As they laid together and recovered from the exhaustion of ecstasy, Cas turned them onto their sides and held her close—she nestled her face into the firm, warm skin of his chest and rested, breathing him in as his elevated heart rate echoed through her. After a moment he gently took one of her hands into his. He seemed to be in deep, reverent thought. "How can every time be so incredible?" he asked quietly, earnestly. His voice became mildly shy. "We've... done this seven times now and somehow each time seems better than the last."

She smiled into his skin, flushing over a little because she thought so, too. "You're keeping track?" she asked teasingly.

"How could I forget?" he countered softly, stroking a hand down the side of her head. She heard the reflective smile in his voice. God... every day she was more in love with him. Hoping it would always be like this, she pulled back a little to smile at him and see his face. His hand remained at the side of her head and his eyes contemplated her with almost childlike wonder. "Before you, I would see humans engaging in coitus and I thought it seemed such a banal and repetitive activity," he said thoughtfully. The ghost of a smile tugged at his wide lips. His chin dipped down slightly and his eyes seemed knowing, coy. "Now... I see why people find it so appealing."

Smiling back too, feeling like it was a thrilling little secret that was only theirs, Alex had to agree. She'd spent so many years wondering about sex and being depressed that she didn't have it... she'd felt defective her entire life and the seemingly never-ending virgin status had only added to her stockpile of insecurities. But she would do it all over again and wait twenty-seven freakish years for Cas to come along and be the one she had that first moment with. It was so worth it and being with him was absolutely astounding in every way. He was still looking at her, but now he was getting that more serious, sappy look in his eyes. "I don't think I'll ever tire of copulating with you, no matter how many times it happens," he said softly, and it was meant to be a romantic sentiment but...