The Sentinels i can't think of any cool witty titles i'm sorry [M]

he was trying, he really was. he wanted her to stay, to be with him; he wasn't sure what that meant, or if Behati would even tolerate it, but that was a conversation for a different day. "okay," he breathed into her silken fur, which smelled of donnelaith and also her personal scent, eau du aria. he would have flushed to know she thought him smooth enough to break down her weakened resolve; it wasn't Cas' intention, for now was the full display of his intentions. a soft whine came from the boy as she pressed the firmness of her young body against him -- he tasted the salt of her drying tears again, oceanic in their flavor and intensity.

if she thought him smooth, she had Lasher to blame for that. Cas couldn't help who his dad was. perhaps the charm was genetic. 

it was Aria who held him in thrall, truly; where Behati hinted, the pale girl gave. where the gossamer child darted shyly away, Aria turned to unveil to him in full. they were two beings caught in the heady desperation of young love, never to be so reckless, nor so fickle ever again.