The Floodlands flutterbat

Laika sank down and dragged Cas with her; they lay in this awkward spooning position, his loins still firmly connected to hers. this was so weird. the boy lay uncomfortably, lifting his head from time to time to peer down at their bonded selves. she didn't know what it was but she seemed cool about it, which was enough to calm the Mayfair down.

he continued to test the odd lock with little movements of his hips, however, until the fortieth time seemed to work and they came unglued. he leapt to his feet, lifting his leg and dancing in a circle to peer at his nethers, which seemed relatively unharmed. "that is so weird. is that gonna happen every time?" he asked Laika, forgetting, again, that she was as new to all of this as he was.