Castiel understood. He could talk for hours, he could be silent. Whatever they needed. If he gave them what they needed, after all, they came back and he needed them to come back. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, drew it along the inside of her teeth, hummed at the feeling. He moved them ever closer to the bed before nudging the door closed, still without breaking the kiss.
He knees butted the edge of the bed a moment later. "I think we need..." and he slipped his fingers under the hem of her shirt, rucking it up so he could caress her skin in lazy circles. He turned his head into the kiss, deep and slow and hungry. He had all afternoon and he wanted to do this right.