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Who: Angie McHayl and Alexander Williams
When: Easter Sunday Night (no mention of the holiday)
Where: Burnham City. Alex's apartment
What: Poorly written make-up sex. Seriously. And some much plans for much needed conversation at the end.
Note: I hate the way this came out but since I wrote it, I posted it. I will be returning lots and lots to make many much needed edits.


Angie was seated on the couch watching the end of one of her frequently watched and overplayed DVDs when the text message came. Her phone vibrated against the marble top of her coffee table, lights flashing several different colors to alert her to a new message.

Reaching across the space between the couch and the table, she scooped up the phone and unlocked it, eager to see who it was from. She didn't bother to pause the movie as she'd seen it countless times.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that the text had come from Alex. This had been the first time since New Year's Eve that he'd made the attempt to contact her. She pushed passed the lump in her throat and clicked the green button to read it.

*Call into work and meet me at the corner of 10th and Jefferson Ave at 8:30*

Angie read the message over and over and over again before dropping the phone to her side. She sighed heavily and stood up from the couch. She didn't know what to think. Of course she wanted to see him but at the same time she didn't. Her mind was a mess of chaotic thought. She refused to cry, despite the prickle of tears she felt welling up against her lashes.

She wondered why after all this time he wanted to see her. Why now after so long? Why not when it was convenient for her? Why did she have to be the one calling into work? She wasn't sure if she really wanted to see him or not. She couldn't keep a straight thought for too long. It wasn't that she was just starting to get over him, because he still occupied her thoughts most hours of the day, even while she tossed around countless thoughts at work.

Angie walked away and followed the dark hallway leading to her bedroom. She turned the knob and pushed open the door. She just stood there and looked across the messy floor to her empty and unmade bed.

If I call into work I should just crawl back into bed and go to sleep. She thought, slight bitter feeling inside. She really had been waiting for months to hear from Alex again and now that she had Angie sort of wished it hadn't happened just yet.

Shaking her head she made a dash back into the living room. She picked up her phone and sent a reply.

*Okay.*

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Later that night:

Alex sat in his car, parked one block down from where he'd asked Angie to meet him. It was ten minutes to 8:30 and he was already triple guessing himself. It wasn't too late to bale, he told himself. A small part told him to wait it out.

Five minutes later he got out of the car and started walking down 10th toward Jefferson.

Reaching into his coat pocket, he dug out a crumpled pack of black clove cigarettes. He didn't smoke often, a habit from his teenage years that he couldn't quite kick completely. He hated the habit, and it only reared its ugly head in very stressful times. Now was one of those times.

He placed the cigarette between his lips and took a couple steps before lighting it. Inhaling deeply, he held the harsh smoke in his lungs until he just had to breathe. He spotted Angie waiting by the light to cross the street and he exhaled slowly.

Angie watched her foot hit the curb as she crossed the street and stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of Alex. She looked up slowly and smiled softly.

"Didn't know you smoked." She said, a decent ice breaker, she thought.

"Don't usually." He replied lamely, just glad she broke the silence because he was at a total loss.

The sidewalks around them were far from crowded but they weren't empty either. It wasn't awkward to have taken up their little space. Passers-by had their own space to move around them.

He looked down to his faded red boots and swallowed thickly.

"I think," he started but words stuck in his mouth, unable to keep going.

He looked at Angie, a bit of desperation in his eyes. What now? You showed up. Why did I even ask you here? What am I doing? What are we doing? He licked his lips, tasting the smoke and spicy clove.

"We need to talk." She said, speaking the words without thought. She didn't regret them, knowing they did have to talk eventually, she just wished it needn't be so soon.

"I'll take you for coffee?" she offered, a very small, very insignificant make up for what she'd done to him.

"Sure." He said, a bit unenthusiastically. "Coffee's great." Alex stepped closer to her and his arm just about brushed against hers. He looked at her and smiled softly. Inside he was battling tears. Screaming.

As he stepped closer Angie moved in as well. She moved her hand past his, her fingers brushing and lingering just a bit longer than needed.

"Alex," she whispered, unaware.

"Ang." he whispered back, turning in to face her.

He grabbed her arm gently, gripping the big sleeve of her winter coat.

"I don't really like coffee." He said, not once breaking eye contact.

She smiled, not really sure why.

"Come on." He said, turning to walk away, dragging her behind.

Angie stumbled a bit but was quick to catch her step and follow him.

"Where are we going?" she asked, already a bit breathless from the fast pace.

Alex dropped his long forgotten clove and stepped on it as he slowed his pace, helping her keep up.

"My car." He answered.

His mind and body were running very independently of one another. He had no idea what was going on.

Angie bit her lip and nodded as if to say okay. She followed him, mind racing but her mouth shut. She was quick on her feet and soon they reached his car.

Alex reached into his pocket, taking his keys and clicking the unlock button. He opened the door for Angie, waiting until she was safely inside before closing the door. He walked to his side of the car and climbed in. He turned to Angie, not quite ready to buckle up and drive off just yet. He leaned in very close to her, fingers of one hand reaching out to play with the curled strands of her blonde hair.

"Can we talk later?" he asked, a bit shyly. His cheeks blushed and he shivered.

"Later," she agreed with a nod and leaned close as well. She couldn't express how his playing with her hair made her feel. He isn't pushing me away. He doesn't hate me. She was elated, beyond happy.

She pressed her lips together and exhaled out her nose.

"Alex," she whispered, "I'm so sorry." she blurted and a couple of tears slipped down her cheek.

"Later." He whispered sharply and closed the space between them, kissing her with complete need. He was no longer stopping to think about something before he acted. His actions were pure impulse.

Angie kissed back with everything she had to give. "Is your roommate out for the night?" she whispered against his lips, catching a breath before kissing him again. She wasn't sure where the question sprung from. Just because they were kissing in his car didn't mean they'd end up back at his place, no matter how badly she may have wanted it. Still, she didn't regret asking and just waited for a reply. She reached across the center console just to touch him, getting her hands where ever she could. Her fingers twisted in his jacket front and she pulled him close, breathing in his clean yet slightly smokey scent.

"We'll be alone." He assured her, his own arms reaching out to her, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

He wanted to know when his mind had made itself up in bringing her back to his place. He wasn't aware that decision had been made, yet it already was. He kissed and nipped at her lips a while longer before sitting back with a slight frown.

"I have to drive." He whispered, hating to have to break apart.

"Drive." She whispered, breathlessly, sitting back and settling into her seat and buckling up.

Alex turned his eyes to the road, reaching a hand to rest against her leg. She was warm, burning up beneath his touch as he gently rubbed her thigh.

"It's a short drive." He commented as he started up the car. Alex glanced over at her and smiled. The look in his eyes was pure lust.

Angie shivered at the look in his eyes.

Sighing, she nodded quietly and looked out at the road as they drove off. Her hand fell to her lap, seeking out his hand and she curled her palm around his fingers, giving a little squeeze.

The ride was short and spent in near silence. Alex hadn't even bothered to turn on the stereo.

He pulled the car into an empty spot outside his apartment complex before shutting the engine and pulling the keys from the ignition. He leaned quickly towards Angie and cupped her cheeks again, holding her head still in his hands. He kissed her desperately. He dropped one hand from her cheek and used it to work himself free of his seat belt.

"I cannot wait until I have you behind closed doors." He breathed, voice filled with desire and slightly scratchy.

Angie struggled to keep up with the intensity of the kiss as she worked to remove her own seat belt as well. Once free she climbed up onto her knees and kissed him properly. One arm snaking around his shoulders, the other reaching towards his hair, twisting fingers in his jet black locks.

"Ooh?" she made a quiet sound and breathed hotly against his lips. "Why? What are you going to do to me?"

"I don't know." he answered but managed to make it sound sexy. "More of this?" he kissed her deeply, running a hand down her torso, giving a squeeze to her chest. His other hand moved further down her body, curling over her hip and giving her side a gentle squeeze.

Angie moaned. She pressed a kiss into his lips and parted from him with a sigh.

"Get me inside." she said.

Angie shivered, biting her lip. She was rather confused how this was all coming about. How it managed to get to this point so rushed and quickly. Alex, with all rights, should be hating her right now and not be seemingly eager to get inside her pants. And if she remember correctly, he was never the one to initiate this sort of behavior. She remembered he was quite shy when it came to these things.

The two exited the car quickly and as soon as Angie was up on the sidewalk with Alex, his arm moved possessively around her waist. He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and leaning down to press his lips against the pulse point in her neck.

"Want you so bad right now," he whispered hotly in her ear, warm breath tickling the nerves in this highly sensitive spot on her skin. He nipped at her earlobe, flicking his tongue against her small silver hoop and fleshy lobe.

Quickly they arrived at the apartment and after only a minor struggle with the keys, the door swung open. The apartment was dark and empty. No one was home and if Alex remembered correctly, it would be hours before Ben returned.

Alex backed Angie into his apartment, both stumbling a bit as they entered. They each gasped for air, lips parting for the briefest moment as he closed and locked the door behind them.

The short walk into the building and up the stairs was a blur for Angie. Her mind was fuzzy, her senses reeling at the feelings Alex was waking inside her. Lust. Desire. Want. Need.

Once the door clicked shut, her mind shut down and her body took over. She closed the gap between them, pressing her slight frame into his. Dealing with a slight height difference, even in the heels she wore, Angie pressed up onto her tippy-toes, kissing him greedily, as if she had to prove to him she wanted nothing more than him. Her arms circled his waist and she hugged him close.

"Mmm. Wan' you." she purred into his neck, lapping at the sweat pooling at the hollow of his collar bone. "Need you." she practically demanded, lightly grinding against him.

The grinding against him sent a jolt of pleasure right through his body and he shivered against her. His hands gripped her hips enough to bruise; holding her to him as if she'd slip away should he dare let go.

"Bedroom?" He suggested, already pulling away and making a move to shed his winter jacket onto the hall floor behind him. Very out of character for him to leave it on the floor. He'd normally pick it up and hang it on the hook behind him. His mind was preoccupied at the moment.

He helped her out of her coat, and dropped it with his on the floor.

"Come on." he said, eager to lead her down the hall and into his bedroom.

She followed just as eagerly and couldn't keep her hands off him the whole walk down the hall.

She wrapped her arms around his slim hips from behind, squeezing him close before tickling up his sides. She giggled and jumped onto his back. She knew she was light enough that he would have no problem carrying her and she immediately attacked his neck with frenzied kisses and bites.

Alex stumbled at the added weight but caught himself by extending his arm and gripping the door frame. He groaned at the kisses and whimpered at the bites.

"Mmm." he moaned dropping her onto her feet, centered on the plush area rug in the center of his room. He turned to look at her and took a long time just gazing at her face. He smiled at the sparkle in her bright eyes. He reached out to her, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"Angelica." He whispered her full name, the sound rolling softly off his tongue. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. His free hand traced the soft curves of her body though the skinny-cut tee she was wearing.

Angie was beaming at the use of her full name, a name she didn't like to hear often but there was something in the way Alex said it. How the syllables sounded in Alex's accent, one that had been created over the last twenty years. Slightly New York, slightly European. Very sexy, she thought.

"Alexander." she said in response. The softness in her voice was accented by her quiet giggle. She blinked at him, smirking as she took a step back. Her expression was suddenly coy and she looked away, biting her lip shyly.

The shy look in her eyes sent another jolt of pleasure through him and he couldn't stop himself from moaning quietly.

He stuck out an arm behind him and flipped on the light before he shut the bedroom door with a quiet click. No need to lock it as they had the apartment to themselves.

His mind was swimming, the vision of her before him, with the light playing off her shiny blonde hair and his neatly made bed in the background was enough to make his eyes fall shut and his body shudder.

Angie watched as he was slowly coming undone with need right there before her eyes. She wouldn't believe it possible had she not been feeling the same sort of thing towards him.

Taking another step closer to him, she reached to hook her arm around his neck. She pulled him in for a kiss, a kiss she set a slow and teasing pace for. Her other arm moved down his body, her hand seeking out to press and cup the growing hardness inside his pair of tight black denim skinny jeans. She groped him with the same slow and teasing pace in which she was kissing him, drawing little moans from Alex that meshed with moans sneaking up from inside herself.

Alex felt weak in the knees, legs going to jelly at the teasing touches she was giving him. He bucked into her hand, wanting more contact and needing more friction.

He could feel the sweat gathering on his brow, at the nape of his neck, in the dents made by sharp angled hip bones. It seemed to cool his heated skin each time he'd shiver.

"Angie." he sighed into her parted lips. "More." he added, sealing the words with a deep kiss.

More. She could give more. She'd give him anything he asked of her.

Wordlessly, Angie nodded and took a step back, not taking her hand from the center of his body. She turned her hand and slipped three fingers down past the waistline of his pants. She gripped the cloth and the leather of his belt and pulled him closer to her.

She moved her other hand to join the first and made little work of unfastening his belt. The button came next and she tugged the stubborn zipper down slowly, reducing some of the pressure against the obvious tenting in his yellow boxer briefs.

Angie lightly pressed the heel of her palm into the base of his underwear covered cock and it caused him to shiver. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Dropping to her knees slowly, she started to tease him some more, stroking him through the cotton until he reached full hardness.

He felt dizzy. He felt hot. He felt amazing.

He was standing in the center of his room, nothing within reach to help him keep his balance.

Alex was groaning at the touches to his cloth covered erection. Angie was alternating between featherlight touches and firm squeezes that made him see stars.

His knees buckled slightly and he stumbled forward, catching his balance somehow and managing to keep his eyes closed.

"Want to feel you, Angie." he said, breathlessly. "All of you. Against me."

Angie was a bit concerned as he lost balance momentarily and reached a hand to grab his hip, helping him to steady.

Leaning in close, she nuzzled him through the boxer shorts, kissing and mouthing along the hardness within.

Rolling her eyes up to see that his were practically rolled back inside his head, Angie pulled back and made to tug his tight jeans down to his knees, taking the boxer briefs with them in one motion.

She stared at his cock, licking her lips to ready herself for what was to come next.

Alex whined at the contact and special treatment she seemed to be paying him. Nerve endings were firing at will. He felt amazing. Sparks and tingles spread through out his body.

He shivered as he was now naked from the waist down to his knees. His cock was hard, aching for release and already leaking pre-cum. They hadn't done much of anything and already this was about the most he'd ever done with a woman. He couldn't help but feel butterfly nerves in his stomach.

His eyes fluttered open and caught the lick she made across her lips.

"No." He said, word cutting through the moment like a knife. "Don't do this." he said, reaching to cup her chin and force her to look up at his face. "You don't have to do this Ang."

Angie froze, looking up at him, trying to read his mind through his glassy blue eyes.

She worried this was all a big mistake. That he'd come to his senses and didn't want to see her anymore. She wanted to cry, fearing that this was the case. She gave his hip a comforting squeeze and spoke the first thing that came to mind.

"But I want to."

His hand moved to his hip, taking Angie's hand in his own. Alex tugged her up, helping her rise to her feet before saying,

"I- I. I just don't like t-the idea of oral s-ssex." he stuttered nervously.

Relief that he wasn't kicking her out washed over Angie and she couldn't help the big smile from crossing her face.

"Alright," she whispered. "We don't have to do that." she promised him with nothing short of honesty in her eyes. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, especially since everything had been moving so fast.

She leaned in and kissed him, pressing her very much clothed self against his half naked form.

He kissed back, slowly and lazily. His mind wanted that pace, a pace that wasn't rushing but his body wanted something entirely different. He wanted fast. He wanted now.

He moaned into her opened mouth, grinding against her. "You've got a bit too much on." he whispered, smirking deviously.

She moaned back, nodding in agreement.

Angie took his hands and led him over to his bed. She was careful to help him to watch his step, as his pants were down around his knees.

Angie spun them around, pushing Alex into a seated position on the mattress. Again, she dropped to her knees, this time to unzip and pull off his boots, tossing them into a pile on the floor behind them.

She tugged at his skinny jeans, laughing each time they'd give her a bit of difficulty. He would laugh as well and that shed a less awkward light on the situation.

Once Alex was free from his jeans and boxers, Angie stood up again, leaning to tug up at the hem of his shirt. In one fast swoop, the t-shirt was up and over his head, added to the pile of growing laundry.

Angie took a step back, eyes moving over Alex's naked form and suddenly she felt completely over dressed. She tossed her shirt and chucked her heels and jeans faster than her mind thought possible. Her hips swayed slightly as she shimmied out of her bikini-cut underpants and she worked the clasp on her bra open despite shaky, nervous fingers. Dropping the final article of clothing behind her, she shivered. It wasn't from the cold. It was more from the anticipation.

Standing naked before him, she felt hot under his gaze.

Alex let his eyes roam over her naked body. She was flawless as far as he was concerned. Every curve in her body accentuated by sharp bony features. Her skinny frame was much like his own, despite obvious details like Alex being male and Angie female. Both of them were skinny but not overly so. They both also had toned muscles without looking built. There were similarities there but without doubt, Angie was the far better looking of the two. At least in Alex's mind.

He reached out to her, taking her hands in his own and pulling her towards him. He kissed her lips briefly, trailing soft presses of lips down the side of her neck and up towards her ear.

"Angie. Angie. Angie." he whispered, biting her skin gently behind her ear. "So beautiful." His arms circled her hips once again and he pulled her down into bed, settling beneath her with a soft groan.

Angie settled over him, cheeks flaring at the compliment. She knew deep inside that she was a good looking girl but she never seemed to actively think of herself as one. She knew she wasn't ugly but she thought herself rather plain and normal to be honest. She didn't find herself thinking she was beautiful but hearing it from Alex made her blush and turn away shyly from his intense blue eyes.

"You've already got me naked in your bed." she whispered, kissing and nipping along his throat and placing a sharp bite at his collar bone. "You don't need to go saying things like that." she added, blushing a darker shade of red.

"But I do need to say things like that." Alex whispered, gasping at the bite to his collar bone. He shut his mouth soon after, unable to come up with a valid excuse for why he needed to say things like that.

He watched her from his place down against the mattress. He felt her body weight resting against his lower half. He shivered at the contact.

She liked his reaction to the bite and she nipped him again, slightly harder this time. She didn't want to mark or hurt him but she rather enjoyed the little sounds he was making.

She could feel his erection pressing against the back of her thigh, from the position they were laying in. She moved an arm down the side of his body, shifting her own body away from his and making a move to grasp his leaking cock. Angie closed her fingers around the heated shaft and using the pre-cum as a bit of lube, she pumped her fist a couple of times, drawing out more sweet cries and choked sobs.

Alex's whole body shuddered at the touch. His breath became shallow and he could feel his heart pounding, scared it would break free of his ribcage.

"F-feels. Great." he whispered, between kisses he pressed into her neck. He licked a salty line up her throat. "I-I dunno how - how long I'm going to last." he choked out, thrusting into her hand, shivering at the firm grip she had around him.

His hands found her hips and he gave her a gentle squeeze. One hand trailed lower down her leg, tickling and teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Wan' you." he breathed hotly down her neck, fingers brushing against her most sensitive part.

Angie's body gave a visible shudder at the touch. She moaned softly in response to his words. She was hot and wet and it was all for him.

She pressed her hips down, into his hand, hungry for more than just teasing.

"More." she sighed, breathlessly. "Please, Alex. Touch me."

He was quick to respond to her request, slipping his middle and index finger past her heated folds, searching for and brushing past her clit.

He kissed her at the sudden buck of her hips and he set the pace of his teasing strokes to match the pumping of her fist on his cock.

"Ang," he breathed, "Angie." He pressed a kiss into her temple and another against her ear. "Angie, I want to be inside you."

Angie shuddered, bucking onto his hand as he whispered those words. Words that she desperately wanted to hear.

"Mmm, yes." she whispered, kissing along his neck. "I want that too."

"Shite," Alex groaned, arching his back from the bed, into her touch. "Fuck."

"I need to- I don't have any condoms - Ben's room" he managed between breaths.

Angie appreciated Alex's smarts in remembering protection but she shook her head no. She wasn't going to lose him now. She had him right where she wanted him even if it was the furthest from where they should be.

"I'm on the pill." She mumbled into the skin of his neck, busy kissing and licking the spot just behind his ear. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant, just worried of losing Alex to him leaving after second guessing himself.

"I'm clean." She added, sitting back and meeting his eyes. "And I trust you."

"I'm clean." he echoed her words, whispering them without breaking eye contact.

"And trust you too." he said, leaning in to kiss her. His lips fell to her cheek, littering soft pecks along the heated skin. His mouth met with hers and they kissed deeply, moaning into each others' mouths as they continued touching one another, helping to bring one another to release.

Even in the heat of the moment, Alex couldn't help but feel nervous and terrified. He'd never done this before. He wasn't ashamed at being a virgin at twenty nine but he wasn't sure if he'd ever mentioned it to Angie or not. He wasn't totally clueless though and while he was more than sure what to do, he felt as if he knew nothing at all.

He kissed her until he was breathless, pulling back for air. His hands slipped from her body and he looked up at her, forcing a smile in attempts to hide his nerves.

She groaned in protest as his hands fell from her body. She slowed the movement of her hand around him and smiled softly. She could sense his nervousness; see it in his eyes.

"Alex," she whispered, burying her face in his neck, kissing and whispering wordless sounds into his sweaty skin. Her hand stilled on his cock before dropping it to her side. She pressed a couple of kisses along his collar bone and down his chest.

"What's wrong?" she asked, voice soft, her touch barely there at all, fingertips dancing over the skin stretched over his left hip bone. She sat up and reached to brush the hair back out of his eyes.

He leaned into her touch as she brushed stray bits of hair from his face. It felt nice and he sighed contentedly, like a puppy would while getting his ears scratched.

"I haven't done this before." he said, looking away as if the words would suddenly change everything.

Virgin?

Angie smiled softly at him, continuing to stroke his hair back, a pattern of movement by running her fingers through the damp strands.

"We don't have to-" she started but was cut off as Alex shook his head.

Alex was shaking his head no at her.

"I want to." he assured her.

He turned to meet her eyes again, showing her he had nothing to hide. This was what he wanted. He'd been waiting so long because to him sex wasn't just sex like it was for many of his friends. He valued the idea of waiting for the right person and he just knew Angie was the one. Despite all the anger and hurt he felt towards her, he never hated her. Alex could never shake the feeling that Angie was the one.

"I want this more than anything," he whispered, "I want this with you. Tonight. Right now."

Angie couldn't stop the small flood of tears set loose by his words. She was smiling through the tears though and leaned down to kiss him needfully on the lips.

She pulled back from the kiss and staying close. She just breathed against his parted lips twice, the whispered. "I want you."

Angie was hot and ready for him as she moved over him, shifting her body and finding a position that was comfortable to her (and to him as well) and she waited, refusing to join their bodies completely before clearing one thing up in her mind.

She looked him dead in the face, his eyes the deepest shade of blue she'd ever seen on him, on anyone for that matter. She held his gaze and sobbed quietly.

"Why me Alex?" she asked, eyes fluttering shut as she felt his cock teasing at her entrance. Of all the girls Alex, why me? She waited for an answer and was so desperate for this to continue.

The answer came spilling from his lips without a moments hesitation,

"Because I love you."

Those four words were exactly what Angie needed to hear (despite concerns that maybe it was not true) They were the four words she had not expected to hear. How could he love her after what she'd put him through?

She didn't think on that, just shifted slightly downwards, feeling him slide up inside her, filling her completely. Her eyes were shut tightly and remained closed for what seemed like an eternity. She moaned. "Nnyes." she cried.

Opening her eyes, Angie looked down at Alex and smiled, biting her lip.

"I love you too." she whispered, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek, then lips, then down his jawline until she could nip at his chin.

Finding they had been still for far too long, Alex started to move his hips against hers, slowly at first, testing it all out. He then set a rhythm and pace that felt natural for them both. It was all so intenses and sent shocks of pleasure coursing throughout his body, sending feelings more than amazing than anything he'd ever felt before.

His hands moved to her sides, holding tightly to her hips as she rode him, grinding down against him. They both were nearing their climaxes far sooner than they had expected and much sooner than they had hoped.

Eventually all fragments of conversation died on their lips, replaced with low moans, gasping breathes and wanton cries of pleasure.

Alex was close, unsure how far behind him Angie was. He didn't want to come before she did and he knew it was unlikely that they'd come together but in the back of his mind, he'd always envisioned it that way.

"F-ffuuck." he breathed, word heavy on his lips. "I'm clo-" he started, words cut off as Angie leaned down to kiss him again.

She kissed him without restraint. All lips, then tongue, then all teeth. She nipped and licked at his lips, sucking gently on his tongue. Pressing her palms to his chest, she pushed herself up right. She arched her body, grinding herself down against him at such a precise angle.

"F-fuck me." she blurted out, unsure where it'd come from.

Arching back again, she bit her lip hard, breathing heavily and feeling her mind start to numb. She was there, just needed a little something more to push her over the edge.

"Touch." She could barely form the word as she teetered so close to the edge. "Me." she concluded the thought with a whine.

Alex was making some very interesting sound himself, noises he hadn't known his larynx could produce.

He kept one hand on her lower back, helping to hold her upright as they moved with one another against the bed. His other moved down to where their bodies joined and he sought out her clitoris, certain he found it with the gasped scream caused as he touched it.

Angie couldn't hold out much longer, the couple of touches were all it took to send her crashing. Her inner muscles went into spasm around him, clenching and releasing. Her mind was flood-washed of all comprehensible thought. Her body tensed and she collapsed against him, panting heavily and quite dizzy.

"Alex." she breathed against his skin.

Alex came mere moments later with her name on his lips. Various obscenities and 'oh gods' became his mantra. He bucked his hips a few times more, riding out the waves of the most intense orgasm he'd yet experienced.

He held her close as she collapsed against his chest, stroking her back, tracing lazy patterns on her skin with his fingertips. He waited as his heart rate slowed, waited until his breathing slowed back to normal. He waited in absolute silence until he was able to think before he even tried to speak.

She rolled to the side; his softening cock slipping from her and she was already missing the way he felt inside her. She settled on the mattress next to him.

Angie looked up at him, all sated and tired like. Her hair was rather disheveled, falling into her eyes. She craned her neck to reach his lips and brushed a kiss across them. "I love you, Alex." she mouthed against his lips, the words so soft they hardly made a sound.

She tried to sit back further, giving her a better view of his face but her limbs were all tired and heavy, just like the rest of her felt at that moment. She just snuggled into him, curling against his chest.

"We still need to talk." she strained, as she still hadn't caught a breath. She absently traced patterns on his sweat coated skin, similar to the patters he was drawing over her.

"It can wait." he whispered, feeling exhausted, not just physically but mentally as well.

He looked at the clock on the bedside table and noted it wasn't that late. Unwilling to get up and clean off just yet, he decided to at least think of a plan for what was going to happen later that night.

Time ticked by, neither making a move to get up. It seemed to drag on forever, the little comforting silence they built up but eventually, Alex had to speak up.

"I was thinking," he started, then tensed up. Just go with it. Ask her.

"Hmm?" she mumbled sleepily, finding it far too tempting to take a nap against him.

"I think you should spend the night." he said. "Stay with me, just like this and we can talk in the morning."

Angie nodded slowly. "Okay." she whispered sleepily.

"We can shower before Ben gets back, get all clean up and maybe even get some sleep."

"Sleep." she repeated, curling into him.

"Nap before shower?" he asked.

"Alright." Angie said, nodding against his chest. "Good."

"Just promise me something." he said, stroking her hair as she drifted off into sleep.

"An'thin'" she sighed into his neck.

"Still be here when I wake up."

She was already sleeping and the statement fell on deaf ears. Had she heard the words she would have smiled and assured him that she would be there. She was right where she needed to be.

Alex sighed, for once feeling that maybe things would work out. Things would be good between them. He let himself drift into sleep, comforted by the belief she wasn't going any where.