Chapter 28: Undress me

NOVA'S POV

"That's my line Tinkerbell, "

"Not right now it isn't," she says getting on top of me on the bed.

She unbuttons my shirt but I stop her before she's done. We haven't really talked about this. And the thought that her bestfriend might have put her up to this makes it less intriguing.

"You don't like that..or you want to do it yourself?" She asks, her tone less confident.

"I do...but I just think maybe we should talk about it?"

"Umm...okay?"

I sit up and she scoots away trying to find something, anything, to cover herself with so I finish unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on my shirt and drape it over her shoulders.

Her eyes drop to my chest, to the black lace bra barely covering what she's almost seen before.

"Have you lead before?"

She nods still avoiding my gaze.

"Look...I'm not as experienced as you in having sex and I....I don't think i can fulfil your kinks just yet," she blurts out and I can't help but chuckle. She's too adorable.

"Kinks?"

"Yeah...you've got a lot of them apparently,"

"Sofia, look at me,"

Her eyes widen a little at the use of her name but this is serious for me.

"I like you exactly the way you are. And when I think about us having sex, it's more intimate and soft,"

She pauses.

"You think about me that way?"

"Not like that....I mean umm...I think about a lot of other things too not just sex with you,"

She chuckles. A free chuckle that makes her tilt her head slightly.

"I do want you. I want this. But as yourself, not someone you're pretending to be," I say genuinely.

She kneels on the bed, brushing her hair from her face.

"Then can you take the lead? I'm a little rusty," she says with her index finger tracing on one of my nipples.

I cup her face, pulling her into a kiss after parting her lower lip from her upper one with my index finger.

They taste like strawberries.

My free hand travels to her breasts, given them a rough squeeze. She lets out a moan letting me deepen the kiss.

I lay her gentle on the bed so she's positioned under me.

I disconnect our lips letting my mouth trail kisses on her neck, down to her collarbone then her chest. I snake my arm under her arched back, undoing her bra so her breasts bounce freely from the firm piece of fabric.

Her body's reaction to me feels like every risk i ever took wasn't worth it until her.

She's so addictive.

"I said I was rusty, not patient, Castiello," she says pushing my head to her waistline.

I leave soft kisses, each one meant to push her buttons.

Her scent makes this a lot harder to not savor. This might be my only chance to be this close to her.

Every breath she hitches feels like a victory, a quiet confession that she’s just as undone as I am.

​I look up, catching the hazy, dark look in her eyes...a look that tells me she isn't just letting this happen; she’s demanding it.

"You’re not the only one who’s been waiting," I murmur against the soft skin of her hip, the words vibrating between us until the air itself feels heavy with everything we’ve left unsaid.

Her panties slip off in a second with the help of her manicured fingers.

"I need your mouth between my legs...and I'm not asking," she says sitting up, her legs parted further than they were before.

A smirk escapes my lips at the words she just uttered. Might be the first time I've seen her this eager.

"Yes, ma'am," I say lowering my head to her bare core. My meal for the night and that thought alone makes me hungry. Hungry for her taste.

I hear her moan with her fingers digging deep into my hair, guiding my head movement.

"Yes please keep doing that," she whimpers as my fingers dig deep into her skin, holding her legs firm. I haven't had enough and I know she hasn't either.

She pushes my head away from her core still trying to catch her breath. Her soft hands cup my face pulling it up to her gently. Her thumb traces over my wet lips before bringing it to her own mouth, sucking off any traces of her.

"I'm not done yet," I say, almost in a whisper.

"I know," she says closing the small distance between us. God! I could kiss her all night if she'd let me.

She takes my free hand that's cuping her face, with the other one supporting me, and leads it back to where my mouth had been.

Her lips part into a perfect O as she guides my hand in circular motion, rubbing on her folds. A few moans escape her lips as I fasten my pace. Her eyes not once leaving mine.

"I want you to be louder for me, my love," I say and her body freezes, but for a brief second. The words came out naturally. Like I'd said them before, but I hadn't.

In this moment, all I want is for her to never forget this. In all the different versions she meets through different people, she remembers that she made me feel alive after years of suppressing it.

She collapses on the empty space when I'm done with her. Her eye lids half dropped. Was it too much for her?

I lay down next to her and she shifts, her hand splaying across my chest, her fingers brushing the black lace of my bra that she’d teased me about earlier. "You were right... about the soft part. I didn't think I could feel like this. Like I’m not just waiting for the next blast"

​I close my eyes, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"No more blasts, Sofia. Not tonight."

​My fingers traced the thin gold chain of the constellation necklace...the three grey diamonds catching the dim light of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. She was wearing it. Even when she was bare and vulnerable, she kept them close.

"That was amazing," she says.

"Same time forever then?"

She chuckles, smacking my arm playfully.

"Not sure your world can stand mine," she states. "It's just too confusing,"

I pause.

I'd move to her world if that meant I never have to think about losing her.

"Right now, none of that matters. These walls made sure of it," I say and she hums in response.

The silence that follows isn't a punishing one of all the painful reminders reality has in place, just comfortable enough to reminisce about what happened earlier.

Within minutes, her breathing deepens. Her hand goes limp against my skin, and her body becomes a warm, heavy weight against mine.

"I think I love you, Sofia," I say lowly. Part of me wished she'd heard it but her response was a soft snore.

I lay there, watching the chandelier light dance a little at the breeze from the half open window.

I gently disentangle myself, already feeling the absence of her warm skin. I dress in the dark, moving with the silent precision I’d learned from years of avoiding my father’s scrutiny.

I grab my phone from the nightstand

18 missed calls: Dad

6 texts: Delia

The reality of my world crashes back into the room, cold and suffocating. I reach out, my thumb hovering just inches from her cheek, but I don't touch her. I couldn't risk waking her and seeing the disappointment in her eyes when she realizes I am leaving.

I leave a note on her bedside before I let myself out, locking the door behind me.