Meg (meganmasters) wrote in oakdelllogs, @ 2013-06-05 02:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, castiel, meg masters |
Who: Meg and Cas
Where: Meg's House
When: Wednesday Evening
Summary: Meg is fully healed for the first time in weeks and is damn happy about that.
Warnings: Slightly sexy, but not too much.
Status: Complete
Meg felt good for the first time in a long time. Her wounds had completely healed, leaving no trace that they'd ever been there. No scars...no aches...nothing. And without anyone close enough to steal her powers, she was feeling incredibly strong and confident. She liked having Castiel around, she could admit that to herself now that she was alone, but the constant shift between fragile humanity and demonic strength had taken it's toll. She'd been particularly disturbed by the act of sleeping, having dreams, being weak in front of him. She'd needed some time to herself, for no other reason than to be herself. To that end, she'd spent the past two nights in her own home, touching up her protective sigils, erasing the half finished angel wards, and generally putting things in order. She'd gotten rid of her blood soaked bedding and replaced it with all new blankets and sheets that she did not need, but still liked having. She'd even managed to get most of the blood out of the carpet. Night was falling, and she knew she should check on him. When she'd left, she'd given him very specific instructions regarding what he should and should not attempt to do while she was gone, including most things relating to heat or electricity. She'd been tempted to unhook the stove. She's left him enough lunch meat and fruit to survive, and taken off, only belated remembering to send him her address in case he needed her. She liked that thought...that he might need her. Since he hadn't shown up at her door, however, she assumed he was doing fine, and tried not to worry. She'd check on him in the morning. Tonight, though? Tonight she would just enjoy being whole again. With a smile, she pulled back the curtains that usually blocked the glass wall that made up the back of her house. Night had fallen outside and, with the lights on in her bedroom, the wall was more of a mirror than a window. She looked at her reflection appreciatively as she stood there in nothing but a matching set of black lace panties and bra, completely unconcerned by the idea of her neighbors looking in. Hell, that was part of the fun. At some point, she'd stopped looking at her body as just a suit she was wearing. This face was her face. This body was her body. And she liked the way it looked. Sliding up onto her bed, she grabbed the remote for her stereo and switched it on, turning the volume to a ridiculous level. The base made the glass around her vibrate and she smiled as the opening strains of Cum on Feel the Noize filled the room. Rising up on her knees on top of the bed, she tossed her hair from side to side with the beat, undulating her body, and putting on quite a show for her neighbors, or anyone else who happened to wander by, for that matter. |