The way they were playing with fire only excited her, the deepening of the kiss and feeling the distance close between them sent chills through her. Every touch, every kiss was electrifying, it was like it was running through her veins as she lost herself with him enjoying every moment. It was easy to forget that they were just in a room in the pub together, still on the run from the rebels who wanted nothing more than to kill Cas. The bitter reality of life forgotten as they shared this intimate moment in the bedroom forgetting the world around them. 

[color=f49ac2][i]We should stop…[/i][/color] Thoughts flitted by as she knew deep down, they should stop before doing something stupid, [color=f49ac2][i]but I really don’t want too[/i][/color]. Glancing down to his discoloured stomach as he spoke about how that was the worst, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. Regis had caused that, her father who had wanted nothing more than his death. Something which she had stopped, and she knew she had made the right decision, whether or not feelings were involved his death wouldn’t be worth it. No one dying needlessly was worth it and she stood by that. As he spoke about the bruise on his stomach her hand trailed down towards it, fingertips brushing against his skin gently as she stopped at the wound. A part of her wished she could make it better, but nothing she could do right now would help it. Time would heal that, so they had to be patient. 

All thoughts of getting some sleep had slipped her mind as he came back in for another kiss this time it felt different. Feeling her back arch into him as she felt his hand trail up her back all the way to her shoulders her heart continued to race, cheeks tinted red as she felt herself shudder at his words against her lips. It was hard trying to stop because deep down it was her desire, she wanted to be this close to him. Enjoy his touch, feeling intoxicated around him as she enjoyed every moment together alone. Instinctively her hands roamed his chest, slender fingertips brushing against his skin gently as she kept pace with him deepening the kiss herself as all rational thoughts were pushed aside as primal desire started to take over. 

Even through heavy lidded eyes a small voice in the back of her head popped up, reminding her that she ultimately betrayed him. That in reality whatever kind of relationship they were experiencing had started with lies and she didn’t want that to come between them. Pulling back slightly she still kept close to him, her hands now flat on his chest as she met his gaze with dazed blue eyes, [color=f49ac2]“Is this okay?”[/color] Whispering up to him, [color=f49ac2]“Should we stop… a-are you… okay with this?”[/color] As much as she wanted to push back the thoughts she had, she couldn’t. Ultimately, she had hurt him, and she didn’t want to do that again, she didn’t want him to get hurt over anything and even if she was okay with this he had to be too.