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kiss my lips

the passionately pressed against the wall meme.

your character is minding their own business (or maybe not) when another shoves them up against a wall to kiss them or fuck them. what happens next is up to you.

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2. tag out to others, don't be shy

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[ooc: tag? :3 *shyly toes ground*]

[ It seems he's always running. Twisting, turning, lost. And regardless of those circumstances, regardless of anything, he's found himself pulled in an unknown direction. He doesn't know why, and especially now, he doesn't question it. Castiel is floundering in his own lack of faith, confused as he looks about and keeps on moving. If he stops too long, others might find him. They might take him and do whatever it is they wish without any regard to his well-being. So, he has to keep going.

It's on a particularly close day that he stumbles upon her, fear a very real emotion as he pauses and assesses the situation. Perhaps it makes his judgment sloppy, a bit careless. But he approaches her quickly, hand on her arm as he guides her back into the shadows of a building to hide them from whomever has found him. ]

I'm sorry. [ Barely a whisper, and it's not even a proper apology as he presses his mouth to hers. ]

[Castiel wasn't the only target of pursuit; Elizabeth could hardly remember a time she wasn't running. Each door she opened brought her somewhere new; worlds without The City and The Light House and The Man, worlds which constants and variables were far beyond what she had ever seen before.

And this was just one of many doors through which she attempted to escape. It had been raining and the street lights made pools of yellow in the dark.

The only thing that saved Castiel from some kind of vicious backlash was the gentleness of his guidance; Comstock's men would have come with weapons, at least.]

Who are y--

[The kiss interrupted. Elizabeth's sky colored eyes widened, her body stiff in shock. It isn't... unpleasant. But it certainly was surprising. Her fists hang in the hesitance before striking.]

Mm...

[The distorted echo of footsteps on concrete have her suddenly shrinking a little under his coat; obviously, she'd rather remain inconspicuous as well.]

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[ Many things register to him at once: the softness of her lips, the scent of the rain and how it's somehow in her hair, the tension of her limbs when he kisses her. These are what Castiel notices, and even when the contact of their mouths is broken, breath light as he listens, he doesn't move. The noise retreats quickly enough, leaving them with only the backdrop of the city as their song. He should be surprised, but he isn't; demons are rarely as thorough.

Castiel tips his head back, listening and wondering if it would be safe enough to leave there. Flight might draw unwanted attention, but his options are very limited. So, he turns his attention back to the woman he's still pressed up against. ]

Thank you for assisting me. [ It's hushed and soft, voice oddly deep. ] My name is Castiel.

[ He lifts a hand to touch the dampness of her face, gentle as he brushes some of her hair away. He'd seen that before, somewhere. Probably observing humans or in a movie. Whether or not it's pertinent to mention seems irrelevant right now. ]

[She watches his stillness inside her own. His eyes are striking, though she can't quite place if it's shade or expression that makes them unique. The feel of his rough stubble ringed around the warm press of his mouth lingers strongly in the fore-front of her thoughts for several preceding moments.]

...You're welcome, I suppose. [Some proper manner remained in her thus far, at the vary least. Something Comstock would likely be grateful for, she thought with a bitter jab of cold hatred-- but those were thoughts for a later time.]

Castiel... I'm Elizabeth

[Such a gesture towards a creature in desperate retreat might not have been advisable-- but Elizabeth had been at the hands of cruel men, and something in the way Castiel touched her was... not just as so.

His gesture brought a long disregarded fondness to mind; her Keeper, her Friend, her Warden... that massive winged creature who always held her with such gentle reverence.

Why this Castiel should remind her of Songbird was beyond her, but it was so, and it confounded and just how long had she been starring exactly?]

Excuse me [She averted her eyes, leaning into the unyielding chill of the wall and then (with the tiniest of winces) retreated back towards the warmth of his chest.]

It seems to me like we might both benefit from somewhere we could... disappear for a while.

[Speaking in reference to the fact that they were both under pursuit, of course. Only the slight flush of her pale cheeks was there to hint otherwise.]

I'm... new in town-- new to this country, actually. [New to this plane of reality to be precise, but she wasn't sure Castiel would comprehend that.]

So I'm really hoping that you'll return the favor, and help me find somewhere safe. [Her brow quirked up slightly, her mouth curved into a small dry attempt at a smile (that she obviously didn't have the energy for).]

That was my first kiss after all.

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i hope this is okay! i'm completely canon blind.

Totally awesome ^^ I'm not up to date on SPN, but I don't mind spoilers :)

i'll try to avoid them if i can :3

Noooo worries, I don't mind at all ^_^