Chapter 26

About twenty minutes later, the neon light switched off and Ada exhaled, her relief palpable. She caught Cas's lips in a kiss, wrapping her arms around Cas's neck and bringing her down with her as she fell back onto the pillow.

"Eager," Cas said.

"A little." Ada slid her hands up Cas's shirt, her palms splaying wide over Cas's stomach.

A little.

Cas pressed a kiss to Ada's throat, dragging her tongue down across the ridge of her collarbone. Ada shuddered, and Cas grazed her teeth along the skin there, delighting in the way it made Ada press closer to her.

"Fuck." It was barely a whisper, but Cas still felt every single letter on her skin.

The heat of their breath, their bodies, clouded Cas's mind so Cas felt like she was seeing everything through a fog. The haze laid heavy on her eyelids, dragging her under as she skirted her hands across every inch of Ada that she could touch. Cas skimmed over Ada's breasts, passing just over her nipples and skirting away as Ada pressed harder, searching for a pressure that Cas was not yet ready to give.

Ada huffed, frustrated, as Cas's fingertips danced over her ribs, and she hid her smile on Ada's neck.

"What?" Cas whispered.

"You know what," Ada whispered back.

"I don't," Cas said. She did.

Cas fingered the elastic on Ada's underwear. They were thin, barely there, but they were going to taunt Cas in her dreams.

Ada groaned, tipping her hips toward Cas's hand. Cas chuckled softly into her neck.

"Shhh." She trailed her fingers lower. "They're going to hear us."

The retreat was close enough to the garden that if anyone was still out there, and it was likely since they probably hadn't been corralled into bed yet, it was more than possible that they could be heard. Reece and Freddie, in particular, loved a late-night workout and could very well be at the gym right now.

"I'm not a quiet person," Ada admitted.

Cas pulled Ada's underwear to the side, still close but not quite touching. Ada was practically panting underneath her.

"As soon as we get out of here," Cas whispered, her lips brushing up against Ada's ear, "I'm going to make you fucking scream."

As she said it, Cas swiped her fingers through Ada's folds, biting back a moan at the feeling. She was dripping, gloriously wet, and Cas couldn't wait to get her mouth on her.

She whispered all of this into Ada's ear as her fingers found Ada's clit. Cas pressed her lips to Ada's pulse as she swirled her fingers once, twice, in an experimental circle.

"Cas." The sound of Ada moaning her name was beyond all Cas's wildest dreams. "Cas, I—"

Cas traced her tongue along the length of Ada's throat and swirled her fingers again, groaning as Ada's hands tightened on her.

"Fuck, Ada." Cas kissed her pulse point, the shell of her ear. "You're so wet."

"You're killing me," Ada said. She shifted her legs, pressed up into the space between them to grind against Cas's hand. "I need—"

Cas moved her fingers in a series of swift circles, and Ada bit back another moan as she pulled Cas's mouth to hers. Her kiss was hot, desperate, full of all the things she couldn't say, and it was making Cas feel lightheaded.

Cas caught Ada's lower lip in between her teeth and Ada groaned again.

"I need your mouth on me."

She didn't need to ask twice.

Cas pressed a swift kiss to Ada's lips before sliding down her body, dropping kisses along her throat, her collarbone, as she slid her hands up underneath Ada's shirt. Ada reached to tug her shirt up, the action restless, frustrated.

Cas exhaled hard. Hoping. "Do you want to take your shirt off?"

Cas had no sooner asked the question than Ada sat up just enough to fully tear her shirt off over her head. Her breasts were round, full, her blush-pink nipples hard, already, in the chill of the air conditioner. Cas wanted to trace them with her tongue, her teeth.

The dim light cast shadows across the dips and curves of Ada's body, her movement casting more as she writhed. This was all going to Cas's head. She drew her fingertips along the line of freckles on Ada's breastbone, reveled in the way Ada lifted up to prolong the contact.

"Mm-hmm."

Cas hid her smile against Ada's skin, kissing a line down the center of her chest, across her left breast, pausing just long enough to let her breath fan across Ada's nipple before switching to the right.

Ada groaned softly, still frustrated, and Cas let Ada see her smile this time.

"You're not as funny as you think you are," Ada said. She was clearly trying for an angry voice but was nowhere near managing it.

"On the contrary," Cas said, leaning forward and, very softly, tracing a circle around Ada's right nipple with her tongue. Ada arched up into her, her breath catching, and Cas's smile was so unbearably smug. "I think I'm very funny."

Truth be told, she wasn't all that interested in being funny at the minute. She was too busy paying attention to Ada's soft exhales, the twist of her fingers in the sheets, the sounds she made as Cas kissed and sucked and scraped her teeth against her nipples. Each new sound was a discovery, one Cas was going to store in her memory for the rest of time.

Cas hooked her hands in the sides of Ada's shorts and, making every possible attempt to steady her breathing, looked up and caught Ada's eyes.

"Okay?"

Ada nodded, and without another moment's hesitation, Cas pulled her shorts off.

Cas had already known that Ada was beautiful. Could have, if she were a writer, written a thousand very pathetic, very gay poems about it.

But Ada naked with her legs spread, hands already in Cas's hair and tugging her forward, was another level altogether. She could write epics about this Ada.

Cas nudged Ada's right thigh up higher, turning and placing kisses along the soft skin there. Ada's breaths became shorter, sharper, with each kiss closer to her center, and though Cas was tempted to drag it out, she was too desperate to know what other sounds she could get Ada to make.

Cas pressed a kiss at the very apex of her thighs and then hovered there, breath coming in waves, and flicked her gaze up. Ada's fingers tightened in her hair as soon as they made eye contact.

"Cas."

Cas held Ada's gaze as she leaned forward and, as slowly as she could manage, traced her tongue, just once, over the length of her. Ada's entire body tensed, and Cas moved her hand to Ada's thigh to stop her crushing her head. Not that she would have minded Ada's thighs crushing her to death, but she had a few more things she'd like to do first.

"Christ, Ada." Cas sucked her clit and Ada's entire body arched off the bed.

There was nothing better in the entire world than the sight of Ada coming undone above her. The way she writhed underneath Cas's mouth, the sound of her soft, breathy moans, it was too much for Cas to handle, too much for her to process all at once.

Every pass of Cas's tongue was an experiment, a test to see what she liked, what she loved, what made it seem like Ada was half a second away from combusting.

Cas watched as Ada traced her hand across her stomach, memorized the way that Ada touched her own body so she could replicate it later. She traced the curve of her breast, the edge of her nipple, and as she watched, Cas started tracing her own fingers along the inside of Ada's thigh, creating twin sensations. She tried to follow Ada's movements, sliding her hand closer as Ada brushed her fingertips over her nipple, backing off as she skimmed the edge of her breast again, so that, finally, when Ada gave her nipple the slightest pinch, Cas slid the very tip of her index finger inside her.

"I'm— Fuck, Cas, I'm—"

Ada exhaled sharply again, her free hand tangling in Cas's hair.

It was so unbearably sexy, watching Ada like this. Watching her moving closer and closer to the edge. Her rolling breaths, the tightening of her fingers in Cas's hair, the restless motion of her legs against the sheets. Every centimeter of Ada's body was alive, electric, and it was addictive, knowing that she was causing this.

Cas slid another finger inside her and, after one more pass of her tongue, sucked gently on Ada's clit.

The response was immediate. Ada exhaled shakily and, thighs trembling, fingers tightening in Cas's hair, she fell apart.

Cas hummed against her as Ada rode out her orgasm, moving with the waves of Ada's hips for one moment, two, before Ada moved her hand to the back of Cas's head.

"Come here."

Ada pulled Cas up to the top of their bed, their bodies locking together as Ada's mouth found hers. Cas slid her thigh between Ada's legs, pressed forward, and Ada groaned, tightening her hands on Cas's waist.

"Fuck." Ada pulled back, breathed as Cas kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat.

"Cas..." Ada pressed her hands into Cas's hips. "Get on your back."

Cas had never been one for taking orders in bed, but Christ.

She'd do anything Ada asked of her if she said it in that voice.

It took half a second for Cas to lie down, but Cas was soon on her back, panting in anticipation. She reached for Ada as she settled over her, tried to pull her down for a kiss, but Ada swerved her at the last minute and kissed the inside of her wrist instead before leaning over and switching off the lights. And, now that the sun had gone down, the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

"You're so gorgeous," Ada said. She leaned forward, hair spilling across Cas's chest, and kissed Cas's shoulder, collarbone, hollow of her throat. Cas's heart rate accelerated with each pass of Ada's lips over her skin. Ada never stayed anywhere too long—she kissed her breast through her top, the heat of her breath and the brush of the fabric against her skin intoxicating. She drew her fingers along the edge of her shirt, her shorts, pressed kisses down the center of her stomach.

"Cas." Ada whispered it into Cas's skin, her breath raising goose bumps across Cas's stomach before her lips (and then, god, her tongue) swiped them away.

With only the emergency lights on, it was nearly impossible to see Ada properly. In the dark, Cas felt like she couldn't get a handle on where Ada was, on what, exactly, she was doing, where she was going to go next. Cas couldn't read her expression, couldn't see her planning her next step, and it left every bit of her on edge, waiting, anticipating.

Only the brush of Ada's fingers against her skin gave Cas any clue where she was going next. She hooked her fingers in Cas's shorts, a question, and immediately slid them off Cas's legs when Cas moaned her assent.

"You've got to be quiet," Ada said. Her tone was an admonishment, but there was a smile on her lips when she kissed her way up Cas's thighs.

"I can't." She couldn't. Every breath felt like one step closer to combustion. Like she couldn't possibly contain everything within herself anymore.

"You have to try," Ada said. She skimmed her hand up over Cas's stomach, teased the underside of her breast.

"Everyone's got to be in bed by now," Cas said, and Ada laughed, her hot breath nearly sending Cas over the edge.

Ada pressed a kiss at the apex of Cas's thighs and Cas threaded her fingers through Ada's hair. "Fuck."

There was no mistaking the smile on Ada's lips then, but it only held Cas's attention for about half a second because Ada then ran her tongue over the length of her, groaning all the way.

"God, Cas." Ada hooked her hands underneath Cas's hips, pulling her hard so she slid a few inches down the bed. "You taste so fucking good."

She tried for a joke—"Thanks, I..."—but it died so quickly on her lips it might as well have never existed.

Cas liked it when Ada swirled her tongue in circles over her clit, but when Ada slipped one, two fingers inside, when she teased that spot inside her that made her bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly? She loved it, fucking loved it, and she would have given anything to stay suspended in this moment for the rest of eternity.

It had seemed, at first, that Ada was going to tease her, drive her out of her mind, but now that she was between Cas's thighs, she seemed to have a singular focus. The suddenness of the switch, from her earlier languid movements to these targeted, precise brushes of her lips, made Cas feel like she was running behind her body trying to catch up, trying to get a handle on the sensation before it overwhelmed her.

Ada, though, was not interested in letting Cas get control of herself.

Ada skimmed her free hand up over Cas's stomach, her fingers brushing against Cas's breast. It was soft, barely there at first, but when Cas arched up into Ada's hand, Ada took the hint and rolled Cas's nipple between her fingers.

"Fuck. Ada, I—" Ada pressed harder against that spot inside her and Cas would swear she was levitating. "There, yes."

Ada hummed in confirmation, spending sparks along the length of Cas's body. The tension in her gut ratcheted higher and higher, each bit of suction, each press of her fingers driving Cas closer and closer to the edge. Cas was trembling, sliding, and when Ada had to move her hand from her breast to pin Cas's hips to the bed, Cas groaned softly in desperation.

This was something they needed to explore at some point. Ada pinning her down, Cas, trapped, unable to move—

"Oh fuck." Her orgasm almost took her by surprise, and Cas tightened her hand in Ada's hair as she rode it out. Cas's hips were straining against Ada's arm, trying for more friction, and though Ada held her fast for a few seconds, she loosened her hold as Cas came down.

Ada moved back slowly. Trailed her tongue in small circles, placed gentle kisses as she moved to Cas's thighs. She lingered for a few seconds before wiping her forearm across her mouth and climbing over Cas's body again.

"You," Ada said, dropping a quick kiss to her lips, "are unreal."

Ada leaned down and kissed her again, her hair falling into a curtain around them.

The taste of herself on Ada's lips went immediately to Cas's head. She wrapped her arms around Ada's neck, pressing their bodies together, delighting in the feeling of their sweaty, overheated skin sliding together. Ada caught Cas's lower lip between hers, tugging lightly, and Cas exhaled hard as she deepened the kiss.

Cas was no stranger to after, had been in this situation more times than she could count, but she had never wanted to linger in this moment. She was normally quick to tuck and run, to roll out of bed without a second thought and barely a goodbye, but Cas would stay in this moment for a lifetime if she could. Would lie here, just kissing, for decades if Ada would let her.

Ada kissed Cas once more before, smiling, she rolled onto her back. They just lay there breathing for a long second, the air ice cold against Cas's overheated skin.

"I can't wait until we get home," Ada said. "I want to do that about a thousand more times."

Cas expected to feel a spark of fear course through her chest at Ada's words, but, instead, there was just a surprising, quiet thrill. Excitement at the prospect of doing this again, doing this every day, with Ada when they got home in a few weeks' time.

"You'll have to take me to dinner first," Cas said, turning and grinning.

Ada laughed and nestled into Cas's side, her arm falling easily over Cas's waist.

"I guess that could be arranged."

It was such a sweet gesture. Trusting. Easy. As always with Ada. It blew Cas's mind that she could just sink into these moments without a second thought, that she could just let herself be. It made Cas want to be. To trust.

Cas kissed the top of Ada's head and closed her eyes.