Meg was on the verge of snapping at him to shut up. If he started singing to her, she wasn't sure she would be able to put up with it. There were a lot of mundane, relationship things she'd been willing to let him get away with, like holding her hand. But serenading her was not an option. She'd opened her mouth to tell him just that when the power died. Her eyes snapped open, a little frown forming on her face. She didn't particularly need the light to see by, but it presented certain problems for spending time with Castiel. He'd made it clear that he didn't intend to go back to sleep any time soon, but what could they realistically be expected to do in the dark. Her mind instantly supplied her with exactly what they could do in the dark and she smirked, but remained silent. She'd been doing her best not to press him on that issue, and she was going to hold true to that, lest he accidentally bruise her ego again.
"Don't move," she ordered, rising from the bed. She moved about the room with ease. She thought about opening the curtains, but doubted the outside world would provide much illumination beyond the occasional lightning strike. Instead, she began gathering candles. There were two in the bedroom, two others in bathroom and living room, and a handful of short, stubby ones in a drawer in the kitchen. Most of her candles were the faintly scented kind, smelling largely of vanilla and clean cotton. Light scents that she preferred to the heavier smells of baked goods that seemed so popular on the candle aisle. Arranging them on the bedside tables in small clusters, she lit them one by one. A faint orange glow filled a small section of the room, just enough to let them easily see each other. She smiled at the effect it had on her skin. Electricity just didn't have the same warming effect that candlelight did.
Turning back to him, Meg hesitated, her expression falling slightly. The scene suddenly looked a lot less innocent. She couldn't seem to repress the images that flitted through mind...images of just how lovely their bare skin would look in the flickering candlelight. Unable to resist temptation, she leaned forward, placing one hand flat on the mattress for balance. With the other, she lightly touched his face to hold him still, and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
"Feathers, if I didn't know better," she said softly, smiling against his lips, eyes open and gazing at him, "I'd think you planned this. It's not the first time you've blown the power out on me, after all."