Title: Illusions And Truths
Sequel to: Omens
Universe: Morning Star Series
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Castiel, Midnight, Lois
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: So it mightn't be the Apocalypse, but something is definitely up, especially close to Chloe. And she might've noticed it, or paid better attention, if she wasn't so caught up in her relationship with Cas FINALLY starting to turn romantic.
Written for my paranormal25
150 Prompt Table. Prompt # 108. Illusion Des Sosies
Castiel had sworn that there wasn't an Apocalypse afoot, but that there was some disturbance brewing in this plane. His brothers and sisters didn't know exactly what it was, but it was centered around L.A., and they were wondering if another Big Bad wasn't trying to rear up his head and prove something to the the others in the country. Whatever it was, other than the orbs there really wasn't anything going on, so Chloe didn't pay more attention to the will o' the wisps. She went about her daily life, though she admitted to slowing down as she walked passed the seedy apartments down the block from Papa Midnight's, and she sometimes tried to sneak a glance in the direction of the diner right across the street.
"Cowgirl? Really?" Chloe asked, curious, lifting the itsy bitsy uniform with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't peg you for the cowgirl loving kind, Midnight." She looked up at her boss, amused. "And what are you doing here anyway? I thought you were away on business?"
"It got cancelled." Midnight responded, sitting on his seat and steepling his fingers as he watched her oddly. "And out of curiosity, what exactly did you peg me for?"
"Uh, I've been having something gothic lolita costumes lately," Chloe shrugged. "So I imagined your tastes were, I don't know, darker."
"Sometimes change is better." He murmured, standing and moving around his desk, passing her, but not before slapping her ass.
Chloe's mouth fell open in shock as he slid out of his office, destination wherever.
Had he just-?
Horror filled her.
Midnight had never so much as given indication that he realized she was a woman, much less harass her!
It was what she'd always liked about him!
Shaking her head, telling herself that the sexified cowgirl suit proved her boss was just having an off day, Chloe sighed and went to the bathroom, changing into the pink number. Making a face at the thing, Chloe admitted that she disagreed with Midnight's assumption. Change wasn't always better. She much prefer the darker outfits to this bright and pink one. She honestly felt ridiculous wearing it, but Midnight was the boss and she liked this job a lot, so she wasn't going to complain. She'd get through this night and then tomorrow night would have a better costume waiting on her.
Chuckling at how Midnight had quite taken to the slight kink of the costume aspect of her job, Chloe shook her head and emerged, stopping when she found Midnight had returned, and was eyeing her like a predator.
"You forget something, Midnight?" She raised an eyebrow, trying not to let how uneasy she felt right now show.
His gaze trailed up and down her body and he gave her a slow, lecherous smile. "No. Just like I remembered."
Narrowing her eyes at him, Chloe cleared her throat and looked away. "Well, the club is opening in five, so I'll be going."
She slid out of his office and leaned against the door, frowning.
This wasn't like Midnight.
Shaking her head Chloe went to her post behind the counter, wondering when Midnight was going to hire another girl.
It wasn't that Chloe couldn't handle everything by herself, but it was rushed, and she couldn't take five minutes to enjoy it like she used to.
A shiver of delight running down her spine at her name on that voice, Chloe looked up and couldn't keep the grin off of her face as Cas stalked into the room, holy tax-accountant trench coat billowing behind him with every step.
"Cas." Coming out from behind the counter, Chloe pulled out one of the toy guys in the holsters at her waist and pointed it at the angel. "Stop in the name of fashion."
Cas stopped, tilting his head, eyeing her curiously. "You look...different."
"Don't I?" She chuckled, twirling the gun on her finger before shucking it back nose-down into the holster. "For some reason Midnight decided to go with pink cowgirl tonight."
"I'm used to seeing you in dark colors." Cas admitted, continuing towards her, eyeing her.
"Well, he's the boss." She sighed. "Plus, I did kinda set myself up for this when I came up in that costume that once. I didn't realize that it'd be so popular amongst the patrons though, or that Midnight would punish me for nearly giving everyone a heart attack at first by making me always wear a costume."
Cas smiled slightly, shaking his head. "I heard about the time you came as the devil. The angels nearly had a conniption."
She chuckled darkly, remembering that. "Good times."
"You should not be so happy at the thought of displeasing Angels of the Lord." Castiel scolded in that way of his that said that by now he knew that nothing he said would really change her, but it was his duty to scold her so he did it anyway.
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, amused as she closed the distance between them and straightened his shirt, playing with his necktie as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes. "There's only one Angel of the Lord I want to please."
Castiel looked down at her, confused, and yet obviously affected as he gulped.
Even if his angelic mind wasn't exactly getting everything, his Vessel and his instincts were.
From where she was playing with his necktie, Chloe let one of her hands slowly make its way down Cas' chest, her green eyes never leaving his blue ones as her hand continued to travel downwards.
"What...are you...doing?" His breathed hitched, his lips parting.
"Trying to...please...you." Chloe whispered, knowing there was an evil smile on her face as she cupped him over his pants, causing him to nearly jump.
Cas let out a groan that was a mixture of pain, pleasure, shock, and confusion.
She stepped up on her tiptoes and leaned into him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispered. "Seems like I'm doing a damn good job."
Sensing movement from the doorway, she pulled away and yanked the front of his trench coat together, buttoning two buttons, effectively hiding the results of her actions. Her gaze rose to Castiel's darkened gaze and she grinned before looking around him at Carl, who was eyeing them with barely restrained amusement. "Ready to open?"
"Yes Miss Sullivan, there's a crowd waiting outside already." Carl nodded.
"So early?" Chloe asked, surprised, but then just shrugged and nodded. "Let them in."
"Yes ma'am." Carl turned and left.
Chloe turned to go back to the bar when Castiel grabbed her arm and jerked her back around to face him, eyes narrowed and on her. "Why did you just accost my Vessel?"
Well, putting it that way she sounded like a villain, didn't she?
Chloe took in a deep breath. "Because I couldn't think of any other way to get you to realize that you interest me." She raised her chin. "Sexually."
"Why?" Castiel asked, seeming wary.
She narrowed her eyes. "Do I really have to name the reasons? I find you attractive, both physically and mentally."
Castiel let go of her, looking away. "I-I have never done this sort of thing before."
She couldn't keep the small smile off of her face. "I kinda figured that out already, Cas."
"You do not understand." He frowned at her. "I know of your past...dalliances."
Chloe blinked. "Dalliances?"
"You were tainted with the Morning Star Grace. Lumiel when he fell, took upon him many different consorts, and heaven expected it when you did as well." Castiel's lips straightened out in a grim way. "You took the brothers Winchester as consorts, and while that is not our way, it was Lumiel's, and you now house his tainted grace so certain exceptions were given."
Chloe looked away, not sure what to think of that.
"You've taken other temporary consorts as well in the bathroom of this very establishment."
She took in a deep breath.
Castiel was judging her.
"I know of those demons, and I know nothing that they do."
Chloe blinked, confused. "Huh?"
Castiel wouldn't look at her, looking confused. "I am a warrior of Heaven. I know nothing of carnal pleasures. It-it would be better if you thought of acquiring a mate, or even consorts, who would be more up to your level."
"Are you calling me a whore?" Chloe snapped, eyes narrowing.
"No!" Castiel growled, running his hand over his hair in a rare sign of frustration. "I don't-I do not understand how to explain myself well in words! I-I-if I laid with you I would not stand up to your expect-."
Chloe surged forwards and grabbed his tie, pulling him to her and kissing him, opening her mouth to his lips and teasing him with nibbles and a flick of her tongue.
He hesitated, he stiffened, and then he let instinct take over.
Castiel's arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest and arching her into him slightly.
His kisses were awkward and innocent, obviously not sure what he was doing and yet trying.
Chloe whimpered into the kiss, burying her hands fingers deep into his hair.
Her body was warm and tingly and felt nothing like when she'd had those 'dalliances'.
It was so much better.
Because while Cas didn't have the experience or know-how, he had the true emotions that fueled him, which the others hadn't.
And it showed.
Especially in the way he trembled slightly.
Finally, slowly, Cas pulled away and leaned his forehead down against hers.
He then brought his hand to her chest and rested it against her heart. "It is not only mine that is racing."
He sounded so breathless and surprised.
She let out a soft chuckle as she raised her hand to rest over his. "No, it isn't."
Hearing footsteps approaching, Chloe stepped up on her tiptoes and pressed another kiss to Cas' lips before pulling away.
The blonde couldn't keep the stupid ass smile off of her face as she went behind the counter in time for the first patrons of the evening to arrive.
She sent a look in Castiel's direction, her smile turning slightly evil at the way he was watching her, eyes darker.
Congratulating herself on a job well done, Chloe couldn't help it if she was more bubbly that night.
The only thing is that she was so in her own little world of bliss that she didn't notice Midnight in the back, glaring angrily at them.