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Show night - Crowstorm
Right before the show, Castiel comes out from the club’s backdoor to catch some air and finds two police officers guarding the door. Their backs were turned to him but the taller one looked back to see the singer by the door.
“Everything good, Evans?”, the second officer asked, not turning to see.
Castiel froze at the voice from the second officer, the voice he yearned so much.
“Cat…?”, he looked at the shorter officer.
She was startled at her name being called, but still turned to him with a reassuring smile. The first officer, Evans, noticed her hands behind her back slightly shaking.
“You should go back inside, Mr.Veilmont, I’m sure your fans are eager to see you”, Catalina answered.
Castiel took a step closer to her.
“Mr.Veilmont, as Officer Alvárez advised, you should go inside.”, the first officer ordered and Castiel finally looked him in the eyes, annoyed that this “guy” was interfering with their reencounter, “Any business you and my colleague might have, can be discussed after the show. For now both of you and her have work to do.”
Castiel looked back to her, to the eyes that never left him, even when he was looking at her colleague and she whispered “go”.
“You’re right, officers. Thank you for the advice.”, the singer turned back and entered the building.
After 30 seconds in silence, Catalina sighed deeply.
“Is that the reason why you volunteered right away for this job?”, Evans asked, as they both turned their backs to the door again.
“Yeah… I wasn’t really expecting to talk to him, but I honestly hoped so.”
“How many years has it been since you last saw each other?”
“Way too many, Evans…”, she sighed again.
* * *
After the show, Castiel and his bandmates stayed in their backroom, getting ready to leave to their own private afterparty. Castiel kept looking intensively at his guitar.
“Care to explain why you were so distracted during the show?”, Leopoldine asked Castiel.
“Do you guys remember when I told you about the biggest crush I’ve ever had?”
“Your ex-girlfriend? The reason why you can’t have any other relationship or even one night stands?”
“She’s one of the police officers that are here for security.”, Castiel started fidgeting in anticipation.
“Then what are you waiting for?!”, his bandmate yelled, “We’ll leave and call her here so you have a chance to talk. What’s her name?”
“Alvárez! And thank you!”
* * *
A few minutes later, Castiel heard a knock on the door.
“Mr.Veilmont, it’s Officer Alvárez. I’ve been asked to meet you.”
“Come in.”, he kept himself on the opposite side of the room.
Catalina opened the door and walked through the door, taking off her uniform hat, revealing a silky black hair neatly out in a low bun. Castiel held his breath as she looked up to him with the same eyes he could never forget.
“Not gonna lie, I was hoping to see you. From afar, I mean.”, Catalina closed the door behind her, “But I wasn’t actually sure that we could actually meet…”
Did she know he would be here? That this was his show? It’d be hard not to know with all the advertisement, but it meant that she wanted to see him, right?
“But did you want us to?”, he finally spoke, holding for his dear life for his self control to not run to her and have her finally in his arms.
Catalina dropped the hat on the table next to the door and walked to the middle of the room. Was she inviting him to do the same? To meet her halfway?
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”, she smiled at him, “Good to see you again, Cass. And not through a screen or magazine is already an improvement.”
“Did you followed-”
“Your improvement? How did you evolve into being a normal teen boy that loved music to a national idol? Yes, yes I did.”
She followed him. The thought of her eyes always searching for him caused butterflies in his stomach. He walked to the middle of the room. To her.
“I’ve never heard anything from you, but looking at you now…”, Castiel stopped in front of Catalina, enough that their hands almost touched, “I’m happy that you got what you wanted.”, he smiled back at her but sensed a hint of remorse in her eyes.
“I’m happy for the succession of your dream too.”
They kept looking at each other’s eyes in silence, until Castiel’s fingers reached Catalina’s.
“I’ve missed you…”, he confessed.
Their fingers intertwined.
“The same goes for me…”, she sighed deeply and looked down, “I never read about any lovers-”
Castiel grabbed her chin up with his free hand.
“I won’t lie to you and you know I never will, but I did try to but I couldn’t.”, his fingers brushed lightly on her cheek, “You never left my thoughts. It felt like I was betraying you.”
Hope filled her eyes.
“The same goes for me… You’re quite unforgettable, especially with your face everywhere.”, she laughed, trying to feel more of his touch on her skin.
“Well, I’m sorry for ruining any good sex you could have had.”, Castiel laughed it off, but the possibility of her with another man horrified him.
He leaned his face towards hers.
“You have an afterparty to attend with your bandmates.”, she stopped him.
“Don’t care for it.”
“But I care about my work.”, she said firmly, “I still have a report of this show to deliver.”, she extended her palm to him, “Give me your phone.”
He complied, resting his phone on her palm. Her number was still there, but she was sure that he no longer had the same phone number. She sent a message to herself with her address.
“I’ll text you once I’m out of work.”, they locked eyes, “Will you come?”
“Right away.”
Catalina looked at his lips, yearning for them once again.
“Then we’ll talk more later, okay Cass?”, she left him and picked up her hat, “Try to have some fun.”
And she left the room, closing the door behind her.
“I’d rather be with you…”
* * *
At the station, Catalina was ready to turn in her night’s report when Evans stopped her and took the report from her hands.
“Go to him, I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, hermano.”, she picked up her stuff and went to her locker to change.
* * *
At the private club room, Castiel looked distant holding his bottle of beer.
“Jesus man, I thought that meeting her would cheer you up, not putting you with the blues.”, Gabin commented.
“Did she said anything mean to you?”, Leopoldine asked.
“No no, I'm waiting for her to finish working.”, Castiel kept looking at the bottle but also paid attention to the phone in his hand, waiting for any notification from her.
“Uhhh, does that mean someone will be lucky tonight?”, Gabin suggested.
“Who knows-”, right there the phone vibrated.
Cat ❤️: I'm home now. if you want to come over, my address is in the message above 😊If you’d rather stay with your bandmates, there’s no problem
Castiel: omw!
“Gotta go!”, he got up quickly, leaving his beer on the side table next to them and ran out of the door, hearing his bandmates cheering him on.
He ran through the streets, not caring if he was being recognized in public. And if he was, their manager will nag him until the end of time.
Castiel reached the building’s door
Castiel ran as fast as he could to Catalina’s street. He probably was recognized in the streets and his manager will certainly nag him for doing that, but that was a problem to “Tomorrow's Castiel”. “Today's Castiel” had another thing in mind. He rang the doorbell, went through as it opened and ran up the stairs. At her doorstep, Catalina opened the door and a familiar scent came through. Her hair was up in a hair clip, and he couldn’t help but look at her baggy shirt and shorts that showed off her leg tattoos. If Castiel wasn’t already in love with her, he was even more now.
Old slow guitar music that resembled old rock came from inside, and her eyes widened as she looked at Castiel.
“Did you run here?! Why would you do that?”, she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the apartment.
How he yearned for her touch, even if it was over the leather jacket.
“Shoes off.”, Catalina closed the front door and left his side.
Castiel complied to the request and also took off his jacket and hung it on the rack next to him. He then looked at where Catalina was headed. Her TV, in front of the couch, was still on. Some old movie paused. She goes to grab the remote.
“Do you want to watch a movie-”, Castiel grabbed her hand that was holding the remote and hugged her.
He sighed in relief as he smelled the lavender from her hair. The remote fell hard on the floor and Catalina hugged him back, squeezing him. They both looked at each other, foreheads touching, sharing the same breaths.
One of her hands cups his cheek and he leans to the touch. She whispered a soft “fuck” and slams her lips on his. With one hand on her hair, making the hair clip fall, Castiel deepened their kiss, while the other hand explored her back.
The kiss was hungry, passionate. They yearned for each other more than they realized. Her hands traveled from his face, hair and neck, not wanting to leave his lips. His hands traveled south, cupping her ass, lifting her up, causing the kiss to break and they looked at each other.
A mess. His hair ruffled and whatever makeup the MUA put on his face got completely smudged. But Castiel stared passionately at her, a goddess in his eyes. It’s the first time he saw her hair long and silky since their highschool years.
“Fuck… Your hair…”, he stares and touches it with one of his hands.
“You got a thing for long hair now?”, she smirked in a way that made Castiel melt.
“I have a thing for you”, his hand was back on her ass and he kissed hard again, “Your room?”
Catalina pointed to an open door near the couch and he followed the instruction.
He laid her on her bed, as he descended his kisses to her chin and neck. His left arm held him up over her, as with his right hand he cupped her braless breast, flipping the nipple over the shirt. Her soft moans were the prettiest melody to him.
Catalina pushed Castiel to the side, making him roll to his back, and she straddled on his hips, on top of the bulge in his pants. In one swift movement, she took off her shirt, exposing her torso and also her tattoos. Most of them were new, but there was still the spider one on her left ribs that he still remembered. His favorite was the one on her upper back, of the biblically accurate angel. He reminded himself that he needed to fuck her from behind.
The singer sits up, takes off his own shirt, and kisses her again, trailing down to her breasts. If he had one in his mouth, the other is being squeezed by his hand, while her hips rolled over his bulge looking for friction. And then she gave up, sticking her hands between them, trying to unbuckle his pants.
“Fuck! Take off your pants, it’s driving me crazy!”, she ordered him, desperate, as he released her tits with a pop and laughed roughly.
Catalina lifted her hips so they both could take off everything. And as soon as they got naked, she straddled him again, coating his dick with her wetness. Castiel brought his thumb between them and rubbed her clit slowly, while taking in every moan that left her mouth.
She lifted her hips again and lined his dick her entrance. But suddenly, Castiel grabbed her hips, stopping her from burying herself on him.
“As much as I want to be inside of you, I do need a condom.”
“I have an IUD, so don’t worry.”, she continued lowering bit by bit.
He hadn’t realized that she became a bit more built than him. Probably all the police training, he thought.
“Should I know what that means?”
“Honestly yes, we learned that in highschool.”, she buried herself on top of him and both moaned in relief, “But it basically means that I won’t babytrap you, because I don’t want to be a mother yet. And I doubt you want to be a father now.”
Her hips rolled hard making her whip her head back from the pleasure, as Castiel put his thumb again on her clit, in circular precise motions.
“Not gonna lie… Ahh fuck… Me and you as a family in the future… Ahhh… ‘s not a bad plan…”, he confessed.
“We’re fucking for the first time in years- Ahh fuck, that’s it! And you’re already picturing us as a family in the future…?”, she moaned.
“Bold of you to assume that I wasn’t already planning to marry you when we were younger…”
She stopped, eyes widening to him, trying to regain her breath.
“...W-what?”
Castiel grabbed her ass and lifted her up until only the tip of his is inside her and then slammed his hips upwards to her, making Catalina lose her balance and fall on top of him.
“I loved to death then and I love you to death now, Cat”, he kept thrusting hard, “But one step at a time…”, he planted a passionate kiss on her lips.
He kept thrusting hard until Catalina sat back up, leaning back with her arms behind supporting her, as she thrusts and rolls her hips herself. Castiel leaned back, watching her, enjoying his private show, but he feels himself near his own release and there’s no way in hell that he’ll come and she won’t. He wanted this to last.
Castiel flipped her until her back laid on the bed, raised her hips and lapped his tongue on her wet pussy. She almost screamed at the sensation. He ate her out fiercely, sucking, licking and kissing her clit, while his fingers worked her out. He wanted to edge her to the point where he would ram himself inside her so he could feel her squirming around him. But that meant he needed to hold his own orgasm until then, which Castiel didn’t know how long he could hold on.
And then he noticed her twitching under him, her moans turned to screams begging for release.
“Cass… AH!”
He sucked her one last time before rising and slamming himself inside her again. With her hips raised, he fucked hard and frenetic, until both were riding their own orgasms. Catalina’s eyes rolling, twitches, loud moans and everything were what made him come undone, painting her walls white.
He fell almost limp on top of her still twitching.
“Fuck you’re beautiful…”, Castiel managed to say between breaths, touching her cheek, making her pay attention to him, “Can you move?”
“Don’t think so… Ah… Can’t really move my legs…”
They both laughed at each other. Castiel’s hand goes from her cheek to her underboob floral tattoo with a snake directed to her lower stomach.
“Can you go for another round?”, he asked, feeling his dick getting harder inside of her.
“I think so, though my legs won’t be much of a help just yet.”
He removed himself from her, and she moaned softly at the loss, feeling empty.
“No need to.”, he flipped her to her belly and positioned her ass up.
A bit of his cum came out from her dripping pussy and Castiel salivated at the view. With his thumb, he scooped it back in and positioned himself at her entrance. He inserts his tip painfully slowly, hearing her moan softly, only to shove himself hard inside making her lose her balance and fall forward. He grabbed her hips and positioned her again with her ass up, but now connected to her.
“Too hard?”, he smirked, knowing perfectly that this was her favorite position.
She turned her face sideways to look at him. Eyes hungry for more.
“F-fuck you…”, she showed her middle finger and Castiel chuckled and started thrusting hard and steady.
How he missed her. Her moans, the way her ass jiggled with every thrust. There was only one thing he hadn’t seen and her hair was blocking it.
Castiel fisted her hair up, revealing the angel tattoo she had back when they were younger. The one he loved the most, though he did make a mental note to ask her about the new ones. He angled himself forward, pressuring her more, kissing the tattoo. Catalina moaned hard and loudly at how full she was, her legs twitching so much because of the angle that now dug into her sensitive core.
“I missed you so much…”, he says softly.
She grabbed his hand that was fisting her hair.
“And you have… Ahh… No idea h-how much I missed you”, she moaned softly.
Castiel grabbed her chin up and kissed her hard. Letting their tongues explore each other’s mouths, as he felt her squirm under him. She moaned loudly as he removed himself from inside her, sat back and placed his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking her clit as her whole body shook in ecstasy, squirting in his mouth and on his face. He didn’t care if what he was tasting was also himself, as long as she came in his mouth.
Once she was done, he dragged his tongue from her folds to her upper back in one swift move and Catalina shivered at the sensation, and he immediately shoved his dick back in her again.
The music from the living room was still playing but inaudible with both their moans and sloppy sounds. And quickly after, Castiel rode his own release in her that was still shaking from the sensations.
“Ahhh that’s it…”, he fell on top of her, thrusting once more to finish it all, “I’ll move in a second, let me just… Catch my breath…”, he felt her hand patting his hair softly.
“No worries, I actually like the pressure of you.”, she smiled, “It’s kinda like a reassurement that you’re here. Well, your weight and smell.”
“Do I smell that bad?”
“Well… You did run to here.”, she laughed, “But it’s not that. You still use the same soap.”
Castiel chuckled, his breath hitting her nape.
“Sorry to be the bad guy, but I need to get water for the both of us.”, he stood up as he removed himself from her, as she moaned at the emptiness again.
Castiel looked at her bare on the bed. Magnificent. He made a small trail of light kisses on her ass cheek, before biting hard. Catalina shrieked, hitting his shoulder as he got up quickly, laughing as he noticed her pouting face and the bite mark he left before leaving the bedroom.
“Hey Cat, do you have a water bottle, right?”, he searched the cabinets, “Where is it?”
“I have one on the couch.”, she shouts from the bed.
He turned on heels to go to the couch and pick up the water bottle but, in the corner of his eye, he caught something watching him.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”, he jumped back, startled, watching a snake, inside of its enclosure.
“What-”, Catalina appeared by the doorway, still naked like Castiel, “Oh that’s Pretzel.”
Castiel looked at her, especially to her legs. Her inner thighs dripping from him and her. He could. He could feel his dick starting to get erect again. Would she agree to a third round?
“By the way, do you want to watch a movie or go to sleep after the shower?”, she opened the door to the bathroom.
So that’s a no for a third round.
“Don’t look at me with that face.”, she said before disappearing into the bathroom, “I’m not saying no to more sex but I also need some rest and so do you.”
He followed her and found her checking her face in the mirror. His hands found her body and hugged her from behind. He put her hair to the side and laid a line of kisses from her naked shoulder to her neck while looking at her eyes through the mirror. She smiled and patted his hair. Such simple and intimate gestures, that’s what they both missed and yearned. But her expression slowly turned grim.
“How long will you stay?”
“A while… We’re planning to take a break from the tour and settle down.”
“Settling down for good?”
They both stay in silence for way too many seconds.
“Ahhh… We sure suck at communicating…”, he sighed and turned her to him so they could look each other in the eyes, “I’m saying that I’m staying here. That I want to be with you, if you’ll have me. I want us to try again and never again be apart. These years without you were excruciating, but it was a common, poorly, made decision at the time. I want a future with you.”
Catalina grabbed his face and kissed him tenderly, almost squeezing the life out of him.
“I love you so fucking much…”, she pulled him to the shower.
* * *
In the morning, after a slow and lazy session of sex, Castiel’s phone didn’t stop ringing with messages. He picked it up, showing Catalina the messages from his bandmates, asking how he was, if he was dumped, if he needed a shoulder to cry on, if they were back together… They both laughed and Castiel only replied with “I’m alive”.
“Let’s go, I’m making us breakfast.”, he got up in one jump, put on a pair of Catalina’s brothers sweatpants that she gave him after last night’s shower and went to the kitchen.
Castiel started making pancakes while Catalina set the table and then sat down at his request. She stared at him, the love of her life since they were in highschool, with his bare back turned to her while cooking the pancakes on the stove. Then she had an idea. His phone was on the table near her, and she unlocked it and took a picture of him making pancakes and sent it to his bandmates with the text “Don’t worry, he won’t need a shoulder to cry on ;) ”