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MCL: A Night with Castiel

DISCLAIMER

WARNING! In honor of MCL sin week, this piece includes explicit sexual content. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with such material. This is a fictional writing that includes characters from My Candy Love, which belong to ChinoMiko and Beemoov. Read at your own risk. Recommended for those who are ages 18 and up, but I’m not going to stop you if you’re younger than that. Read at your own discretion. And enjoy.

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Unbeknownst to Candy, Castiel had spent almost all morning cleaning before she came over to his place. He had thrown all his laundry into the closet, changed the sheets on his bed, took out the trash, etc. It wasn’t like he was a messy person to begin with, he’s actually usually pretty tidy. But the last few days he hardly had time to do anything besides walk and feed Demon, which had resulted in the place getting a little disheveled. Candy was spending the night for the first time, and he didn’t want her to see that mess. He was also grateful that his folks had just left for a few weeks just a few days ago. So they shouldn’t be back to disturb him and Candy in any way.

When she finally arrived, she looked pleased by the state of his place, perhaps a bit surprised. Castiel also noticed she was a little tense….obviously she was nervous. He would of course tease her several times, but he really wished she would relax. Castiel put her bag in his room before they headed out to eat. He wasn’t much of a cook. Afterwards, they took Demon to the dog park for a while where Candy played fetch with him. Castiel would laugh to himself watching Candy attempt to throw a ball and it wouldn’t go too far in her first few attempts. But as she kept trying her throwing became better. And Demon began to take a shine to her, running up and giving her a few licks.

After wearing Demon out, they headed back to his place. Demon went and plopped down on the couch in the living room and fell asleep.

Castiel: “You really tuckered him out.”

Candy: “Well if it’s any consolation, my arm is sore from throwing so much.”

He smirked at her.

Castiel: “You poor baby.”

She stuck her tongue out at him in response. He got real close to Candy and wrapped her in his arms before kissing her.

Castiel: “I’m glad you could come over tonight…”

Candy: “M-Me too…”

He kissed her again.

Castiel: “But I have to warn you, we may not be able to sleep much tonight. Remember we will be sharing a bed after all.”

Candy blushed rather hard and tensed up in his arms. He couldn’t help but laugh at her expense. She was so easy to freak out.

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