There's a different kind of security to be found in Charlie's arms. It's different from knowing she has salt lining the doors and windows, different from knowing she has an iron bat, different from knowing exorcisms. It isn't the safety she feels knowing Sam and Dean are at her front and rear. Hell, the guy can't even handle a salt shaker. Anyway, she can protect herself. So maybe physical security isn't a big deal when she knows this is the safest place for her heart. Maybe that's why being in Charlie's arms is her ultimate drowsy drug, her safe haven. And a small part of her does feel small around him.

It's words she can't find. It's a feeling. It's a feeling of utter calm, of a weighted blanket, of a wash of sunlight through a window. It's forever in a moment. In waking up in his arms, feeling calloused palms slide underneath her shirt and press into her tense spine, molding her to him. It's the brownies they made last night. It's how he put her up on the counter and kissed her. He just held her and was content to do so.

She had a nightmare last night. 3:13. It wasn't the kind from the other night that sent her into a rapid downward spiral. Only mildly terrifiying...like having a dream of falling. She jerked awake and looked to her left, but Charlie hadn't budged. Lying on his belly, fingers loosely draped over her hip. She leant into it. Gripped his arm, felt him. 

He doesn't have him. He doesn't have him.

But she didn't go back to sleep. She breathed in his scent, felt his warm skin on hers, and stared at the wall over his shoulder. 

He'll be going into work soon, taking her to Sophia's. She'd see him again in eight hours.

The thought doesn't stop her koala fingers around his bicep. Possessive, needy, as she stares at the clock reading 5:23. He presses a kiss into her hair. Butterflies flutter into her chest. His hand slides down her backside, firm pressure and dull scratching the whole way, and he pauses to give it a squeeze. His caress stops at the bend of her knee and hooks it over his hip. 

"Do you have to go in?" Katherine mutters. Charlie can make out the faintest pouty lower lip in the lavender light of oncoming dawn. "Say you're sick."

He chuckles, nearing her lips for a kiss. "I wish. It's a big job this week. The plumbers already fucked up a worksite last week, so now I have to keep my eye on two crews instead of one." 

Katherine moans, quite the protesting little thing this morning. 

"I'm off on Friday, though."

Only two more days. She can make it. Besides, she'd see him tonight, too—

"You're not gonna leave this bed if you keep touching me like that," she murmurs. He cracks a grin, fingertips still lightly trailing low on her belly, just above the waistband of her underwear. Then that eyebrow goes up, and he murmurs,

"Yeah?"

His fingers slip right in. Katherine's grip tightens on his arm.

"Don't you have to get ready?" She asks, eyelids fluttering. "How much time do we have?"

"Plenty." Charlie kisses her again. "Just relax," he whispers. Her breath catches on a moan. "That's it, baby." Her grip flies to his wrist. She can feel every flex of tendon, every light circle of his thumb. 

Blue eyes bore into his. It makes his belly tighten. "I want you."

"You got me," he says.

"Hu-uh—"

His eyebrow quirks again, and a third finger goes in. Katherine's loud moan is absorbed by the furniture in the room. In the early morning hour, a slight panic hits her. But there's no one else in this house. And he wanted to hear it. 

"Seriously, Charlie," she pants. "C'mon."

He props himself up on one elbow and withdraws his touch. Katherine's heart skips a beat. She reaches for the waistband of his briefs, then stops when she watches him lick his fingers. 

Lick. Them.

It's not even six AM.

She's so lust-stunned she doesn't even stop him from kissing down her belly, fingertips slowly pulling her underwear down her legs. Then his hands slide under her thighs and lift. She sharply exhales through her nose. His teeth gently nip at the flesh of her inner thigh. Her head rolls back and her eyes screw shut. 

"God, I missed you," he whispers, and presses an open, wet kiss to her center. 

"Charlie," she whines. He responds with a moan, all of his mouth on all of her. 

"Say it again."

"Charlie."

Emphatically. Devoured. She's shaking before she finished.

Charlie's hands slide up her hips, her sides, her arms, before pressing palms flat into palms. He rests his body onto hers, and she can feel his erection right where it's supposed to be. 

He offers her a lazy smile. "Morning, sunshine." She stretches up to kiss him, fingers of one hand winding around the back of his neck. He gets a hold of her bottom lip and moans. "Could wake up like this every day."

Her other hand palms down his chest, firm pressure all the way down. He sucks in a deep breath as her fingers slide into the waistband of his briefs. Her expression is mockingly curious, and his jaw is hard as her fingers wrap around him.  And then his eyes close, and he sighs through his nose. 

"Not gonna last very long," he promises. "You got me all kinds of wound up."

Katherine tilts her chin up so their lips brush. "Give it to me any way you got it," she whispers. 

Nothing had ever been so easy for him as sliding home. They knew each other. Just as he did, her leg hitched around his hip, and they shared a moan on the same breath. His hand flies to the headboard, and he white-knuckles it. 

"Jesus."

"I told you, it's Katherine."

He manages a laugh. Steadies himself. In and out. He watches her head drop to the pillow, feels her rib cage as her back arches. He slides his free hand underneath the t-shirt he put her in last night and guides it up past the full swell of chest. His thumb brushes over the rise of her nipple before he lowers his head. First his tongue, then his lips. In, out. 

"Charlie." He can't stop his teeth from scraping. She whines again, a hand sliding up his chest and around the back of his neck. One of his arms slides underneath her back, bringing her closer to him. The other holds his weight up. Not very well, seeing as they're on their sides, and those damn blue eyes seem to have lost their edge. Her leg tightens around his hip. Begging. He grabs her thigh, digs his fingers in, and goes. It wasn't long, just like he promised. But it was slow, how she likes it, and it was so damn euphoric. 

The best start to a Wednesday morning yet. 

"Come shower with me," he murmurs against her lips. She grins. Neither have moved in the five minutes since finishing. 

"You're gonna be late."

"What are they gonna do?" He nips at her lower lip. "Fire me?" Katherine breathes out a chuckle, letting herself be kissed. "God, I want you all over again." 

"Sorry for calling you so early the other day," she murmurs.

He tuts. "Baby, you don't have to apologize." He kisses her cheek. Then he reconsiders. "You can make it up to me by helping me in the shower."

"Okay," she giggles. "Let's go." He picked her up with ease. Somehow ready for another round already, he didn't leave her empty the whole way to the shower. He had her again against the wall. 

And he was, in fact, late.

Katherine bounds up the steps to Sophia's. Her car is the only one sitting in the driveway. Chris' truck is gone, the Impala is in front of the lawn, and her Baby is tarped in the garage. 

Katherine rings the doorbell and turns to look at Charlie. He's suited up for a long day work, but headed in with a little pep in his step, a glow in his face. It makes her grin. 

He smiles sheepishly and his eyes flit away from her.

She loved that about him, found it endearing. How shy he could be...and how quickly it went away. 

Sophia opens the door, curly blonde hair a nest on her head and a coffee mug in one hand, and gasps, instantly beaming. "Two of my favorite people!"

Charlie ducks down to kiss Katherine goodbye and slaps her on the ass. "Be good." His dark eyes trail over her again. She's wearing one of his brown graphic t-shirts and a pair of her running shorts. Sophia pretends to not hear the little playful growl he let out. "God, I love you."

"Bit of a horn dog this morning, are, we Charlie?" Sophia chirps, then sips at her coffee with a smirk.

"Mornin' Soph."

"Care for some breakfast?"

"Nah, I already ate."

Sophia looks to Katherine over the rim of her mug. Katherine is turning red. "Goodbye, Charlie," she says, and pats his chest. Right over the anti-possession amulet he dutifully wears under his shirt. "Don't get any splinters."

"I'll get some just so you have to take 'em out, Doc."

She grins, feeling just like a school girl would.

"Well are you gonna come in or do you plan on letting this glorious AC out?" Sophia asks. "God, it's already so muggy."

"It's about to rain," Katherine hums, stepping inside. 

"Do you want breakfast?" Her friend asks, shutting the door behind her. Katherine toes out of her shoes. "I'm making french toast. Charlie's recipe."

Katherine beams. "I would love some."

Sophia grins at her best friend before throwing her free arm around her shoulders. "I'm so glad you're here," she whispers. "I've been so worried lately. I think it's the not seeing you for so long, then seeing you again, then not. Throwing me for a loop. You and Charlie gotta come for dinner tonight. Chris is gonna make those pork chops you love so much—"

Katherine gasps. "The one with the bacon?"

She nods. "The very one. I'm making those bacon green beans too."

Katherine moans. "Yes. Please, yes."

Sophia grins. "Keep the begging in the bedroom, KD."

Having a super-active sex life is something Katherine became unaccustomed to, of course, being on the road the last few months. After dinner, Charlie didn't even bother taking her to his room and instead had her on his sofa. The next morning, she was woken up with his tongue on her. When he came home from work, it was the counter by the flowers he picked up on the way home. And then the bed. 

Come Friday morning, she was worn the fuck out. Literally.

She was woken up by Charlie's phone ringing. She opens one scornful eye and glowers at his clock. 

Six fifteen.

"What the fuck?" He mutters, a calloused hand sliding from her naked hip. "Please, no," he moans, one eye peering at the caller ID. 

"I'm gonna kill your boss," she promises, burrowing under the comforter. 

"Hello?" He answers. As the duvet settles around her, Katherine's eyes move to his muscled legs.  "Yeah, you're fuckin' lucky I answered. I'm off today, man." Her fingers reach for his knee, and a flat palm slides up his thigh. Charlie jumps a little and he yanks the comforter up. He throws a stern brow at her, more inquisitive than anything, really, and she offers up the expression of innocence. "Uh-huh." She kisses his thigh. His brow relaxes as he realizes her plan. She keeps kissing up his leg, gently nipping here and there, and reaches for his boxers. Palms him through the soft material. Charlie grits his teeth. "Are you joking? There's not a single—" He pulls his phone from his face as Katherine pulls his underwear down. She just smiles at him. "I'll be there in an hour." A pause. She licks him. Charlie tenses, staring down at her. "Well figure out how to stop the leak in the mean time, dammit. I can't do anything from here." He hangs up and drops his phone onto the night stand. "You are trouble," he groans, rolling his head back. His fingers weave into her hair.

"Want me to stop?" Katherine quietly asks. 

"Fuck no."

A plumber fucked up on the worksite, just as he predicted. Seeing as he's the only overseer they can pull without sacrificing another jobsite, he has to go in this morning.

"Just the morning," he promised as he kissed her all the way to the door. "I'm gonna stop by the grocery store and we'll have a night in. I'll bring you lunch, too. Whatcha want?"

"You."

He barked out a laugh and reached for the door knob. "That can be arranged."