Every hour of every day that I've been at Angel's hotel I could feel myself getting better, healing from the inside out. It could be time, but I think it's more from Angel doting on me. This was a new experience in every way but in a way it was welcomed, it was different and I might have welcomed it under different cercimstances, with how things were now it made me feel awkward and more of a burden than I would have liked
( ... )
Ow, ow, ouch! I hiss softly as I pull the burnt toast out of the toaster. Damn it, that's like the sixth one this morning! If I don't get it right this time, Tara's going to be up- Oh, spoke too soon.
"Hey, you," I say, grimacing at her accurate description of the toaster, and the smoky smell in the room. "It's some kind of master toaster, or it just knows it can set me on fire if it tries hard enough," I joke, tossing the blackened pieces of bread into the trash.
"You're supposed to be in bed, so I can bring up a tray and surprise you with breakfast in bed when you wake up," I tell her with a smile, slipping my arms around her and kissing her forehead as she slides further into the kitchen. We both know that wasn't going to happen, and would have been in no way a surprise since I tried to do it every morning since she'd been here.
"Did you sleep okay?" I ask her, pulling back to take the noisy kettle from the stove and reaching to the back of the cabinet for a clean cup.
I laugh softly, shaking my head. "It must be a demon," I tease him as I lean against the counter and watch him. A smile comes to my lips as he tells me about my breakfast. "That's sweet, I'm sorry I ruined the surprise by waking up. As much as I like your room I need new walls to look at."
My eyes close gently, I nod when he asks how I slept and I lean into his touch for a moment before watching him take off to make tea. "Maybe we can do something different today, I feel better." I tuck my hair behind my ears and pick up a piece of fruit. "I could make dinner tonight and we can have a moonlight picnic?" There would be no sunlight to worry about and it would be something different for us to do.
I watch him make tea as I pick at the fruit, leaning against the counter of the oversized kitchen. "Angel, what are those boxes in the lobby? You're not neglecting work to look after me are you?"
"Or possessed," I grumble, going so far as to unplug the damn toaster for the time being. Anything to make it stop smoking like that. I'm really not a fan of the smell of something burning. Makes me worry if I'm burning. Or it makes me think of Angelus
( ... )
"New things to look at, explore." He's kissing me breathless and all I can do is respond as he quietly gives me more of him. "I'm not used to being taken care of," I murmur quietly, my breath caught in my throat when his hand moves lower down my back.
I moan in quiet responce as he pulls my bottom lip, telling me he likes kissing me. I move my hands over his back, feeling the edge of his shirt lift up and my fingers brush gently over his skin.
My heartbeat picks up and I tighten my hands in his shirt, keeping myself pressed against him and finding myself almost sitting in his lap on the stool. "It's good to be had," I pant, almost breathless from his fevered kisses. It's only been day's - maybe even a week - since everything happened, but it felt like so much longer since we've been like this.
I pull back and catch my breath for a moment, looking up at him with want before leaning back into him and kissing him with want, my tongue flicking out against his boldly.
"That's my girl," I murmur under my breath as she gives back as good as she gets. It's nice to feel her so full of life, lungs pushing and heart pumping against me. I can feel everything, slipping my fingers under the hem of her shirt, dragging them along her waist
( ... )
"So have I," I whisper against his lips, leaning in to give him quick kisses across his jaw and neck, resting my forehead against his shoulder. My hands run along his sides and back, my back arching against him as his cool fingers move across my skin.
My heart pounds in my chest hard enough to get my attention, making me realize that we've started that snowball our emotions again. "Best yet," I tell him, smiling softly as I kiss his shoulder.
Even though my skin feels tender to the touch, I don't want him to stop touching me, I want to keep feeling his fingers against my skin. I can't help but remember that night we got dangerously carried away in his room, and then in the shower. I could remember everything vividly.
"Restraint isn't in our favor is it?" I run my hands over his sides and my fingers flutter over his skin under the smooth fabric. "Sometimes I..." I mutter into his shoulder, both of us knowing where the rest of that sentence ends.
I smile when she says it's the best good morning kiss yet. Betting there'll be more of those, and hopefully better ones in the future. Hopefully anyway, if she'll stay. I know, she's staying for now, but who knows when that will change
( ... )
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"Hey, you," I say, grimacing at her accurate description of the toaster, and the smoky smell in the room. "It's some kind of master toaster, or it just knows it can set me on fire if it tries hard enough," I joke, tossing the blackened pieces of bread into the trash.
"You're supposed to be in bed, so I can bring up a tray and surprise you with breakfast in bed when you wake up," I tell her with a smile, slipping my arms around her and kissing her forehead as she slides further into the kitchen. We both know that wasn't going to happen, and would have been in no way a surprise since I tried to do it every morning since she'd been here.
"Did you sleep okay?" I ask her, pulling back to take the noisy kettle from the stove and reaching to the back of the cabinet for a clean cup.
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My eyes close gently, I nod when he asks how I slept and I lean into his touch for a moment before watching him take off to make tea. "Maybe we can do something different today, I feel better." I tuck my hair behind my ears and pick up a piece of fruit. "I could make dinner tonight and we can have a moonlight picnic?" There would be no sunlight to worry about and it would be something different for us to do.
I watch him make tea as I pick at the fruit, leaning against the counter of the oversized kitchen. "Angel, what are those boxes in the lobby? You're not neglecting work to look after me are you?"
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I moan in quiet responce as he pulls my bottom lip, telling me he likes kissing me. I move my hands over his back, feeling the edge of his shirt lift up and my fingers brush gently over his skin.
My heartbeat picks up and I tighten my hands in his shirt, keeping myself pressed against him and finding myself almost sitting in his lap on the stool. "It's good to be had," I pant, almost breathless from his fevered kisses. It's only been day's - maybe even a week - since everything happened, but it felt like so much longer since we've been like this.
I pull back and catch my breath for a moment, looking up at him with want before leaning back into him and kissing him with want, my tongue flicking out against his boldly.
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My heart pounds in my chest hard enough to get my attention, making me realize that we've started that snowball our emotions again. "Best yet," I tell him, smiling softly as I kiss his shoulder.
Even though my skin feels tender to the touch, I don't want him to stop touching me, I want to keep feeling his fingers against my skin. I can't help but remember that night we got dangerously carried away in his room, and then in the shower. I could remember everything vividly.
"Restraint isn't in our favor is it?" I run my hands over his sides and my fingers flutter over his skin under the smooth fabric. "Sometimes I..." I mutter into his shoulder, both of us knowing where the rest of that sentence ends.
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