Castiel mindlessly tapped his fingers on the library table. Why was such a mundane action so hot when he did it? You stared at his long fingers continue their movements and let yourself become mesmerized by them.
“Why do you always stare at my hands?” Castiel asked calmly; actively pulling you from the fantasies playing in your mind.
“Huh?!” you said in a less than graceful manner. “I don’t always stare at your hands. Your hands just happened to be in my staring place.”
He smirked at your bullshit excuse and got up to stand behind you. He bent down next to you; his breaths next to your ear making you shiver. “For a hunter, you’re a bad liar. Do you forget that I am an Angel of the Lord? Your thoughts are… loud…” He shifted his weight so he was whispering into your other ear. “And sinful.”
His low, growling voice so close to you sent another shiver down your spine; contrasting with the heat coming from your flushed skin. “Cas.. I..”
He spun your chair around so you were facing him and slowly ran his finger down the side of your face, down your neck, and along the top of your tank top. “Did you know, Y/N, that there is a direct correlation of the length of a mans ring finger to other appendages?”
You swallowed thickly as your mouth went dry at the sight of the knowing smirk on Castiels face. “I… uh… I didn’t know that…”
His eyes darkened as he could sense how turned on you were by his words. He lightly grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Would you like me to prove this theory?”
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