The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soothing radiance over the bedroom.
Ivy stirred first, her body naturally awakening after the night's intensity. Slowly, she slipped from under the covers, her bare skin brushing against the sheets as she moved to the edge of the bed. She stood and stretched languidly, the cool air of the room caressing her naked form.
Castiel remained in bed, his head nestled against the pillow. But the shift of weight on the mattress stirred him, pulling him from his light slumber. His eyes fluttered open and immediately found her, standing mere feet away, her back to him. His gaze traced the elegant curve of her spine, the way her hair cascaded down, brushing just above her waist, and the soft, unhurried movements of her as she prepared
