Chain Of Pleasure

Chapter 3

"I really am sorry about just showing up at your place in the middle of the night -- but Edward said it was okay."

Rosie actually chuckles, staring at the contents of the take out she had brought home the previous night. "Scared me is all," she paused as she chewed on a stringy piece of chicken. "But once I knew it was Edward..." She shook her head and smiled at Sam over her shoulder. "You're both fine, really."

The look Sam gives her is sheepish and also a little concerned, but she had indulged in his concern enough and made that clear. Once Edward and Castiel - a demon and an angel, friends, it made her feel slightly crazy - had left, she had asked questions she needed of Sam. Who they were, what the did, was this all true or was she just in Hell; he had informed her, with a bitter laugh, that Hell was not so sweet. The way he said it, the way he moved around the word and mention, she desperately needed to know why he would have such a tentative reaction. But he had asked to use her shower and when she remembered that he was severely lacking in the clean department, she had showed him where she knew everything to be and the subject of them was dropped. But her curiosity had not abated, still, she wouldn't just poke and prod him. She would just try to pay attention where she could and see if they dropped any clues. The plan sounded increasingly dumb to her.

"Why do you let him treat you like s**t?"

The question she had been waiting for, a question she has been asking herself but not too harshly. She didn't really understand why she let him treat her so roughly, its not like she got true pleasure out of pain. But Edward was a confusing mixture, the demon piece made a little more sense to the behavior but Sam had given her the time when he had become this. So, the first time they slept together, he was human and very rough.

She was getting a headache.

Rosie sighed and scrubbed at her forehead with one hand, closing her take out with the other. "Dunno," she mumbled as she put away the food. "I just..." She swallowed, gripping the edge of the counter as she leaned back. "Can we just...not?"

Sam raised his hands and then rolled the pen between his fingers, going back to copying down something from his laptop. "Sorry," genuine. "I just...Edward's always been crass but I've never," he paused and cleared his throat. "Sorry again..."

Too cute.

Rosie swallows roughly, tucking her hands into the back of her jeans as she walked around the counter. "You seem really focused on whatever you're working on," she hummed as she approached; he eyed her from a side glance as she settled next to him. "Mind me asking what you're doing?"

She got an immediate response: A shrug with eyes still focused on that screen. "We didn't just show up here for no reason," Sam scratched at the back of his neck. "I mean, that much you could tell from the conditions we were in," Rosie nodded. "We were ambushed about fifty miles from here by rogue demons claiming to follow Lucifer and the Lamb."

Rosie blinked, slowly. "Lucifer..." Sam nodded. "You mean the Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, old scratch - that Lucifer?"

Sam nodded, apprehensive of the quick breaths coming between bruised lips. "Yeah...yeah, that Lucifer," he would leave out the part of his whole predicament with the vessel deal. "Don't panic, please."

Rosie took in a breath, mouth wide and heart thrumming like a war drum. "Sorry," she shook her head. "That's a little much..."

"Yeah," Sam licked his lips. "I really do feel bad about bringing you into this but now that Edward's a demon...well, there's no talking him out of anything."

"I wouldn't think so," she murmured and then cleared the lump from her throat. "What did you say about a Lamb?"

Sam seemed to blank for a moment and then he inhaled sharply. "Right, the Lamb," he licked his lips. "You know anything about the Lamb of God," Rosie shook her head slowly. "The Lamb of God is the one to unintentionally cause the Rapture, the Seven Years of War. Now, we've already managed to do this once before," he chuckled at the look Rosie gave him. "But this time, its in stone. Its supposed to happening. To cleanse the Earth, Heaven and Hell. Its not just a world wide event, its on a cosmic scale."

"And...demons are looking for the Lamb," Rosie tried.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, but we don't know why really. They don't need the Lamb in their possession for the Rapture, it just happens. But I'm just guessing they want it so they know when to fight first, without Heaven getting the heads up first."

"I don't know jack about any of this," Rosie murmured. "Well, I mean obviously I know the basics but I only know enough to fill a pamphlet."

Sam chuckled and pat her knee. "That's fine," he exited out of several tabs on the laptop and then shut it down completely. "You don't have to know anything, you're not fighting."

"Lets not jump the gun just yet," Sam and Rosie looked up abruptly, seeing Edward standing against the counter. "We may have a bit of a problem."

Sam stiffened on the couch, drawing Rosie's attention for a moment. "What do you mean," his tone was low and almost dangerous.

"I f****d up."

"What did you f**k up, Edward," Sam urged, rising to his feet.

Edward scrubbed a hand over his face, pushing odd the counter as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth. "We have a bit of a demon problem around town and we have to go. Like, now."

"Wait, what," Rosie sputtered as she jumped to her feet. "I -- you're taking me with you and I can't just --"

"You're coming and that's that," Edward snapped before returning his attention to Sam. "Cas is coming back to watch her, I'm taking you out to Willow Creek."

"Please, Edward, don't be any less cryptic," Sam grumbles. "Fine, fine when do we leave?"

"Now," Edward said slowly, eyes flickering to Rosie before back up to Sam. "Can you give us a minute?"

"Don't have much of a choice I don't think," Sam paused. "But yeah."

Rosie basically twiddled her thumbs as she stood there, watching Sam gather what he was working on. She stepped to the side, looking up sheepishly at Edward as he approached with the door clicking shut. He stopped once he was chest-to-chest with her, or rather chin-to-clavicle; Edward was freaking tall. He's hot - well, that's nothing new - but temperature wise, its almost uncomfortable and yet she wants to swaddle herself in it. She was impatient staring up at him, waiting for him to do something.

He ducked his head in one movement and pressed his lips again hers. Another tender kiss, another gentle thing she didn't necessarily want but with the easy pressure, she realized her lips were now bruised in some places and was thankful for the handling.

"I'm not gonna be gone for long," he murmured and she nodded, eyes closed. "And then you're coming with us."

She nodded again, her right hand tightening in the fabric over his abdomen. "I want you," she murmured.

He chuckled softly. "I know, baby girl," she swallowed nervously. "But patience is a virtue."

"Edward."

They both cringed at the sound of Castiel's voice and found him standing behind Edward. He wasn't looking at them, and Rosie would have to thank him for not blatantly staring like he seemed keen to do. Edward grumbled and pushed away from Rosie, giving Cas a mildly annoyed look before he was out the door.

~~~

"Why do you court with Edward and his abuse?"

Rosie groaned and slouched in on herself, hand gripping the top of the refrigerator door as she peered inside. "First Sam, now you," Rosie grabbed the milk and unscrewed the cap. "I don't know, okay," she splashed a bit of milk into the pot on the stove, hummed and then did it again. "Can we please not? Don't angels have something better to talk about than why I'm screwing around with him?"

Castiel actually chuckled, which pulled a slightly confused look from Rosie. She shut the fridge slowly and then walked back over to the stove when he said nothing else. Cooking an angel supper...another first for her, though he said he didn't need it she still felt awkward just sitting there with him. Edward and Sam had been gone for an hour now and Rosie was antsy, impatient. She wanted Edward back, wanted him near her but she also didn't want to f*****g leave with them. She wanted to stay home and live her life, the life she couldn't see, but she didn't have a choice in the matter. Like Sam said, a demon Edward was hard to talk out of anything.

Great, now she was getting used to the fact.

"I think I'm going crazy," she rubbed her forehead.

"You are very sane," Rosie cringes when Castiel appears next to her, craning his neck to peer into the pot. "You did not have to do this," he murmured. "I do not require food."

"But food is delicious," Rosie chirped.

"I suppose so," he hummed. "You are a very kind soul, Rosie."

Rosie smiles at Castiel, stirring slowly. "Thank you," she paused. "If you're so opposed to Edward, why are you following him? Helping him? Seems a little...I guess, hypocritical."

Castiel shrugged. "Edward is a very good man, an unpredictable demon. He is a good soldier as well, we need him for this fight. We must find the Lamb before the demons do."

"Still don't understand why," Rosie sighed. "But enough about that..."

"I am surprised you are taking this so well."

"Or not," Rosie murmured then shrugged. "I suppose shock hasn't really went away yet...still feel like I'm about to have a heart attack whenever I stop talking so there's that."

"Am I upsetting you?"

Rosie looked over at him, saw his face creased in concern like a scolded puppy. "Not directly, no," she looked back down at the food. "But kind of..."

"I see..."

Cue awkward silence punctuated by the awful bubbling of beef and you have the moment down pat. Rosie really tried to ignore the angel mulling about behind her, but his presence was hard to ignore. He didn't stray far, but he wasn't glued to her back like when he first approached her. He continued to fiddle with things here and there, plucked up a picture frame she promptly swiped away and put back on the small shelf above the counter. Castiel stared at her back, hands still poised like the frame was still in reach.

"I have upset you again."

"Yes you have," she mumbled.

"Who were they?"

Rosie ground her teeth for a minute, clicking off the stove. "My mother and father," she said lowly, pausing to remember where bowls were. "Don't ask about them anymore than that, Castiel. That's my final warning."

A drastic shift in mood, but she had her reasons and he thankfully took the hint. He dropped his hands and wandered into the living room, feeling strangely comfortable. It must have been the relative purity Rosie still possessed, it saturated every corner of her apartment, clothing and everything in between.

"When do you think they'll be back," Rosie questioned as she stopped in front of where he had sat on the couch.

He stared at the bowl she offered for a long moment, taking it with a murmured 'thank you'. "They should not be too long," he took a hesitant bite of food and smiled at her. "This is good."

Rosie smiled back at him, sinking down into the chair Edward had been sitting in. "Thank you," she paused. "Why Willow Creek? What's out there?"

"It would be best for me not to say," Castiel said. "Sam and Edward were not even to know but that was changed when Edward left with me earlier."

"Long story short, I don't get to see," Castiel nodded. "Alright then."

It would be a long wait for the brothers to get home.

She feels so...strange.

Now that she can shower alone, she can watch the water pool on her skin, skid away to the shower floor. Rosie never thought a shower could be so consuming. But there she was, just watching water like it was the most entertaining/fascinating thing she had ever seen before.

Eventually, she had to get out of the shower, before her skin turned pruny. She inhaled the scent of her body wash, her lids heavy; it'd been a long day. Castiel should still be in the living room where she left him, hopefully not snooping like she had caught him doing several times. He didn't sleep -- something he had explained to her, even though she didn't ask for the details -- so that left only one pass time. Unless he was content to just sit there. Rosie didn't know what angels did, she was still stunned that there was one in her living room, a fact she hoped would quickly become numb to her. Edward had said she was going with them -- and she knew she wasn't being given an option on whether she wanted to or not -- so she hoped that would cushion things a little.

Wrapped tightly in a towel, she was oblivious to the black eyes following her as she began to pick through her dresser. She scrunched up her nose at some of the things she had packed in there, felt slightly ashamed at the array. At least Casey had, had the fore thought to buy her underwear for her...she was pretty sure she would have bought something grandma-ish to fit her depression about the whole blind thing; it looked like she had already followed that path with the rest of her clothes.

"Gotta agree," how could a voice that deep manage to be that silky? "The underwear is a nice touch. How bout you just put on that lacy black pair and come to me, baby girl."

Rosie looked down at the very pair he was talking about, tucked off to the side to where she had almost missed them. Had he gone through her underwear drawer? She didn't doubt it, but she still felt this need to scold him or be shocked. Rosie cast a quick glance over her shoulder to look at Edward, seeing him perched on the end of the bed. He had one leg crossed over the other, smirking lightly in a smug way, knowing she would do exactly what he told her to do. She licked her bottom lip and looked back down at the lacy pair now in her hands, her towel dropping around her feet. She almost cringed at the shrill whistle he gave, but her cheeks heated most as she wiggled into the pair. It felt cold against her skin, her fingers brushing over the smooth fabric as she turned around and approached him.

He was chuckling softly as he roughly yanked her between his legs, the rough brush of his jeans making her tingle. Rosie placed her hands on his chest to steady herself, cheeks tinted pink as she tried to look anywhere but into his eyes. He'd seen every bit of her before she had, and yet she was too shy to look him in the eye.

"Come on, doll," she trembled. "Look at me...I said, look. at. me."

She swallowed and looked that small inch down to his eyes; jeez, how big was he? "I'm sorry," she murmured, her thumb rubbing at the collar of the red button up he had on.

"And for what," his fingers dug in and kneaded the backs of her thighs, sending so many mixed signals.

She shook her head, bowing down against him; he tensed beneath her touch. "I don't know," she murmured against the slope of his shoulder. "I'm tired."

Rosie had an idea of how demons were supposed to act, Edward had given her plenty of examples. But, she was still slightly -- secretly -- pleased that the way he pulled her to him, on top of him, was so gentle her heart nearly broke. She wants to be wrapped in him and gets her wish, begging for his worship when he turns and presses her back into the mattress. His eyes are black as her breasts heave up towards him, her lids hooded and her lips whimpering. He has one hand wrapped around both wrists, pinning them firmly above her head. He keeps one leg pressed against her s*x, her thighs trembling around him, gasping when she bucks up against the rude coarseness of his jeans; she can feel it through the soaked crotch of her panties.

"You want to demand somethin of me," he inhales up the length of her throat and she cries out so easily. "Think you got the balls to say it again?"

"You," she's breathless so fast, it makes her head swim. "I need you -- all of you! Please, Edward!"

"To worship you," he hummed as his tongue ran dry across her chest, teasingly close to her left breast.

Rosie wiggled beneath him, arching her head back to stare at his hands and their iron grip around her wrists. "Yes," her eyes flickered back down to him, a short cry coming from her lips when his tongue flicked over her n****e. "Edward!" she rolled her hips against him.

He chuckled against her skin, sending strange little spasms through her. "Demanding that a demon worships a pathetic, whimpering little human like you," she squirmed. "I knew I chose right," his teeth grazed over the skin of her clavicle. "And you'll get what you want, baby girl. Don't worry."

The words made her ache even more, made her whimper in distress when he pulled his knee from her wet folds. She watched him pull away from her, keeping her wrists above her head as he swayed on his feet. He shrugged out of the red shirt, her eyes trained on him as he pulled the black shirt off of him and let it fall to the floor. She had to take in a deep breath and hold it, greedy eyes watching him slowly tugging at his belt. It was the greatest tease ever, watching the end of that belt pop out of each loop, drop to the floor. Her eyes flickered up to his as her breath came in slow between parted lips; he was enjoying himself, watching her watch him. He likes the attention on him, and she liked giving him what he wanted.

But he had said this was for her.

And she'd take that too.

"Want me to drop them, sweet heart," he purred, slowly tugging down on the zipper.

Rosie nodded fiercely and then saw him arch an eyebrow. "Yes, please," she whined.

He chuckled and did as she begged, grinning like the Cheshire Cat at the way her pupils dilated at the sight of his swollen shaft. "Want me to lick that sweet p***y of yours before I f**k you with this," she trembled as he grasped himself; he didn't even flinch.

"Yes," she basically growled. "Please!"

"All this begging," he leaned down, swiping his tongue against the inside of her left thigh. "Things you do to me," he nipped at the inside of her right thigh.

"Edward," she breathes out, bucking her hips.

"Sit still," he didn't snap at her, it was more of a gentle coaxing. "Want me to do this right, hmm?"

She whimpered and gasped as he licked the crease of her thighs, teasing the jumping tendon of her groin. His eyes remained locked with hers, preventing her from looking away; not like she wanted to anyway. His tongue grazed over her tender nethers, eliciting a loud moan from her trembling lips. She couldn't help but close her eyes at the sensation, chest heaving and rolling as he continued to lavish her. Rosie cried out when he took her clit between his teeth, gently rolling it back and forth, sucking on it before he buried his tongue between her folds.

He growled against her when her right hand flew down to tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots. Her teeth ground together and she bucked up against his mouth, her thighs aching to close around his head. Her entire body trembled, trying to stave off her o****m for as long as she could, trying to think of anything to keep the monster at bay but between her blatant need for this man -- this demon -- and the way his skillful tongue praised her, she couldn't hold out much longer.

"Jesus f**k," Rosie twisted her head to bite into her own wrist, having to release the slip of skin immediately when his ground her clit between his teeth yet again. "Do it again," she begged.

He pauses and she whimpered, arching her chest until he began a series of grazes and nips with his teeth. A throaty moan came from her lips as she came against his tongue, his fingers massaging up her thighs and hips, dragging her against him. She didn't even think she could enjoy that...she couldn't think at all right now, just moan and go slack beneath him. When she began to come to, he was kissing up her body, leaving his mark on every other stroke, making sure anyone who caught a glimpse knew she was taken. Her lids remained closed, purring and stretching as he inched closer and closer to her lips.

"I do love it when you give my baby brother a show," he hummed against her swollen lips. "Should see how red he gets when I come into the room..."

"f**k me," she begged.

"A greedy little minx tonight, hmm," he gave her a quick, thick, kiss and she shuddered when he teased her by gently thrusting his hips into hers. "Want did you want me to do again, I believe I've forgotten."

"Edward, please," she bucked her hips up and was reprimanded by a smack on the side of her ass; she gasped in genuine shock.

"Don't get too carried away," he growled and her shoulders went rigid. "Now, I'm gonna f**k you," she went slack. "And you're gonna love it, I'm sure," she clenched at his c**k as he eased into her agonizingly slow. "But take your time, enjoy the ride."

She opened her mouth to speak but moaned instead as he filled her completely, then pulled back before slamming his hips into hers. She jumped at the force and her legs wrapped around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a brutal pace. She couldn't keep up, but she didn't make him do all the work, though she was sure she would and not feel bad. Rosie arched and groaned when he pulled her right leg up, making the muscles strain and ache as he hooked her knee in the crook of his elbow. Her nails dug in at his shoulder blades, breaking red lines to his chest as she came undone, letting out tiny mewls and praises laced with his name.

"God damn, do that again," he growled against her throat as she clenched at his c**k.

She did what he asked and was rewarded with her second o****m, soaking it up like a greedy little pig. Her right hand gripped the back of his head, begging for his lips and he crushed them to hers, his hips making her rock. She tried to catch her breath, her barings, make some sense of the primal need to have him f**k her into eternity but the s*x was just too damn good.

Edward's heat was smothering, his hips snapping hard against hers, making everything in her begin to ache, beg for a reprieve. She was blessed with the knowledge of one when his thrusts became thicker, stronger, but the pace was gone. Her hips ground against his, her p***y pulling at him, bringing him closer and closer to her side of bliss.

When he came this time, he kind of scared her -- well, he almost always scared her but this time he did it with...a roar. It was an actual roar, inhuman, guttural and dominating. It was enough to make her open her eyes, be swallowed in the inky blackness of his own; Gods be praised she was still mildly numb by orgasmic bliss or she would be freaking out.

He lowered his head to her chest, panting in time with her, his heat soaking up the sweat on her skin. She jumped when she heard a door shut somewhere in the house and shame became second in her mind, but what she really cared about was what she was holding in her arms. She wanted to relish it, soak it up, because she had yet to be able to do so. He had fallen asleep with her, touched her gently when he thought she was asleep, but she never got to just wrap herself around him without his hips still being in motion. Her fingers ran over the streaks she had carved into him, her teeth biting at her tongue to suppress that surreal sense of pleasure she got from the dim sight.

"You're leavin' with us," he told her. "Tomorrow morning."

She nodded, looking up at the ceiling. "I know," her voice was hoarse. "I gotta go by the pharmacy though --"

"We'll worry about that later," she bit on her tongue to keep quiet this time, nodding slowly as he pulled away from her.

She blinked rapidly a couple of times before she got the hint he was trying to make by -- rather patiently -- balancing between her thighs. She inhaled deeply and wiggled onto her stomach, crawling up the bed but not going under the sheets. He chuckled behind her and she squeaked when she felt teeth nip at her cheeks before he pressed her down by the small of her back.

"I knew I chose right," he murmured as he laid beside her, stroking his fingers up her spine.

~~~

"Got your s**t yet?!"

Rosie cringed as she zipped up the duffel Sam had given her that morning -- well, he had actually thrown it at her. He had come into the room just as she was waking up and the yelp he gave was actually kind if cute, then she had been hit in the face with a bag and things got amusing.

Long story short -- Sam didn't take strange, naked girls well.

"Yes," Rosie called to Edward, who responded with an annoyed growl.

She could hear him stomp out of the apartment and Rosie had to take a moment to say goodbye. She wasn't getting the chance to really say goodbye to anyone else she had met in town, her friends from work, in the building. She had just gotten her sight back and had wanted to show it off, but Edward was making her leave because of something they still wouldn't tell her about. Her life had changed so drastically since that first night with Edward and Rosie was still mixed on whether she was happy about that or not.

Girls were supposed to like a little danger, but demons weren't exactly what Rosie had in mind as danger.

Still, she hefted the bag over her shoulder and turned off the bedroom light. She didn't think to ask to bring the keys to her landlord, it wouldn't really make sense with this disappearing act they were forcing her to pull off anyway. Outside, the sun was barely up and it appeared that Sam was in the same state, his head bobbing slightly as he sat in the passenger seat of the Impala; hadn't he been fully awake a moment ago?

Edward snorted as he shut the trunk of the car, making Sam jolt into awareness at the slap. "Roll your ass into the backseat," Edward barked as he rounded to the drivers side.

Sam blinked in a slight haze, looking over at Rosie before he mumbled something under his breath. Rosie chuckled softly as he stumbled out of the passenger seat and jerked the back door open, falling into the seat unceremoniously. She shut the door behind him and slid into the passenger seat, the rumble of the engine nearly drowning out the sigh she gave as they pulled away from the curb.

"Still not gonna tell me what's going on, are you," she murmured against the glass of the window.

Edward hummed as he turned on the radio, Back In Black making Rosie give a rueful chuckle. "Nope," he popped his lips on the 'P' and eases against the gas pedal a little more.