The furthest thing from Castiel's mind, as it turned out, was the idea of actually pulling away. He hadn't much experience with this, beyond the time he'd been Emmanuel, but he was willing to fumble his way through. When Meg had made the suggestion of moving furniture with him, while he doctored her wounds after she'd been rescued from Crowley and his men, it had been something that he didn't turn down. Because he knew that he felt that need, that want to connect to Meg in that manner, something that was new for him because angels didn't have that desire for sex. It wasn't required for them, they didn't need to for procreation and it was not a recreation that was popular amongst the angels. So, the knowledge he had was just a smattering here and there, but he was certain he did know how to make a woman's nethers quiver.
The closeness of his body to hers, it didn't make him shy away, but in fact sent his body alight, remembering the varied things he'd been feeling before he called her beautiful. That closeness, it pressed them closer together, and when she moved against him, it only made him more aware of the arousal that was building within him once more and a groan of want was indeed present at that. It couldn't be denied, the reactions of his body and the way the rest of him was calling out for it, wanting it as well.
He watched, Meg holding his attention without trying, really, as she reached behind her to divest herself of the garment she was wearing for decency. It was an item she'd left in his apartment, because it also got in the way of her comfort, but he didn't quite understand the garment. He would have fumbled around, looking for the way to remove the item, so knowing that it came undone somehow, in the back? It reminded him he had a lot to learn still about human ways.
The demanding kiss, he responded, not quite in kind, but enough to give her an idea that he was easing into this, as best he could. His hands trailed along her sides, tracing out the curves of her body as they found the fabric of the bra she'd unhooked moments before. He hesitated, not sure what to do, exactly, but pushed at it gently, knowing that it was simply in place there and not really held by much. It was then, that he brushed, albeit innocently, against the underside of her breast, not realizing that his action of pushing at the bra would have allowed him that so soon.