While his earlier movements had been hurried, almost frantic, just then Castiel slowed down, taking his time to teasingly pull down her jeans, gradually easing the denim down her legs, his fingers tracing a slow trail down as more of her skin was exposed. Until finally, the garment was free for him to throw to one side to join the others.
He smiled slightly as he kissed her again, pressing against her, his hands cupping her ass to lift her slightly against him.
"I missed you," he told her, his voice slightly rough. "So much." Two weeks, knowing she was in the same city, yet further from him than she had ever been had been pure torment. And now he had her back in his arms, back with the reminder of the beginning, with the creaking walls and the cracks of thunder outside.
He loved her too. They both knew it and he wouldn't have changed it for the world.