What was Lost

"Macaroni"

We kept reading and searching with no success for the better part of four hours before my tummy decided to break the comfortable silence of the room. Blushing I turned to ask Castiel where the kitchen was. He laughed and stood up, dusting imaginary dust off his trousers.

We had been sitting on the floor amidst a dusty city of books as there were no chairs in the room, and as I stood up my legs cramped and I got a serious case of pins and needles.

I gritted my teeth and tried to take a step forward and hissed at the stinging in my legs which was accompanied by the annoying sensation of needing to pee. I decided there, as Castiel wondered aloud if I needed the toilet by the way my legs were crossed, that I seriously hated pins and needles.

A few minutes later, I was mobile again and thoroughly embarrassed as we made our way once again through the corridors to the kitchen. It was a beautiful, modern installation, and I was in love.

"Can I cook?" I asked.

"Sure, go ahead. I can't to save my life, and Rene... Well she's working on it" he laughed, I laughed too, and was secretly glad that I could cook so well.

I smiled at him in thanks, and began my search for ingredients I could use. The fridge was fully stocked and the cupboards were full, so I decided to make Mac n' Cheese. It might not have been a gourmet meal, but it sure was delicious.

As I went about preparing the meal, Castiel began speaking.

"Sou I was thinking that while your here, I could teach you some self-defence-I mean before, about Chiron, you said you didn't have much physical power. I could help with that."

I stopped pouring water into a pot and whirled around to face him, cup in hand.

"Really? You would?" I was suddenly breathless. If he taught me, I would finally be able to stand up for myself, finally fight back-and damn if I didn't want that. "Yes, yes!" I shouted in glee.

He merely looked at me from where he was sitting at the Breakfast Island, and smiled. "It's no big thing. I am glad I can help".

Smiling widely again I turned back to making the meal. About an hour or so later, I was done, and when I placed the steaming plate of Mac n' Cheese in front of him, he practically jumped at it.

Shovelling food into his mouth like he was a prisoner on Death Row and it was his last meal, he began moaning. At first I was worried that the food was horrible and he was moaning in pain. Then, his moans got louder and they were definitely moans of pleasure.

"Oh god, this is good. I never knew Mac could be this good. God, if you keep cooking like this, I don't think I could let you go," he purred out, but then, realising what he had said, he began choking on his mouthful of Mac.

I was at his side before you could say "macaroni" and pounded on his back. His coughs subsided, and he abruptly stood up, and in doing so, his hands brushed my breasts. He jerked his hand back.

"I'm, uh, going back to the library," and with that he began walking away.

At five steps he stopped mid stride, turned and walked back to the breakfast table. He picked his unfinished plate and fork up, his face flushed red, and turned to leave again. When he finally disappeared from my sight I let go off a breath I didn't know I had been holding. His hand had merely brushed me, but under my black Fred Flintstone shirt, both my nipples were hard.