Once Angel had gotten into the van, Fred took his hand and climbed in behind him, settling while Wesley closed the door. Already, she was very grateful that Lorne had insisted on finding the mattress for them because even with the blankets and pillows, it would have been very uncomfortable crossing country on the van's hard floor. She smiled as she cuddled up against Angel and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. "I think that's sort of the idea - don't want any sunlight getting in at all because that would make this trip all for nothing."
Reaching over, she felt around until she found one of the latern and picked it up, turning it on. As a soft glow filled the back of the van, she looked over at Angel.
"There we go...now we can see each other," she told him. "I guess we're gonna need to sleep sometime soon since we get the night driving shift, but at the moment, I'm a little too anxious to sleep."
She wanted all of this to work out. She wanted them to get to England and find the book would help them, then get to Romania and find the clan and make it through the trials. She wanted to be able to with Angel in every way. She wanted no one to be afraid that Angelus might return every again.
Leaning up, she gave him a kiss before pulling back slightly and looking into his eyes as she took his hand in hers. "I've never actually been to another country before," she told him. "Been to a different dimension but never another country. How strange is that?"
Pausing, she bit her lip and laughed softly. "I think I'm just going to apologize now because I have a feeling I'm going to be babbling for the entire trip, so if I annoy you, I'm sorry."
The van started to move just as Fred was telling Angel he could tell her to shut up if she started to talk too much. Angel grinned at that and said, "I can find over ways to keep you quiet." He then leaned forward and softly kissed her. He knew she was right - they needed to get some sleep. Over the past few days they'd gotten used to staying up all night and sleeping all day in preparation for the type.
Angel kicked off his boots and started to take off his jacket when he heard Wesley's voice. "Angel? What side are you sitting on? I need to open the curtain a bit and give you two something," he said.
"The right," Angel answered.
The left side of the curtain opened a crack and Wesley slipped a walkie talkie in. "Rupert and I are going to put a silent charm on the curtain so we won't disturb you and vice versa," he explained. "If you need anything, just call us over it."
Wesley then slipped back and closed the curtain. Angel could hear him muttering some words and then it went silent. Wesley's voice came over the end of the walkie talkie, asking if the spell had worked and Angel told him it had. He then tossed it to the other side of the van and grinned at Fred.
"Now they can't hear you scream," he said before pulling her closer and attacking her neck with kisses as he tickled her sides.
When Angel told her that he could find ways to keep her quiet, Fred found herself blushing something fierce, knowing the kind of ways he was talking about. It had become sort of a running joke in the office that Angel would kiss her whenever she started rambling on about something and lost the point, and when they were alone, the other ways he did so were so much more...intense.
Reaching down, she pulled off her shoes and set them to side, then took the walkie talkie when Wesley passed it back and handed it over to Angel. A silence charm. She bit her lip to keep from laughing, wondering if it was for Angel and her or for themselves. They had caught the two of them in rather compromising positions at times - Rupert and Wesley loved each other very much.
Once the charm was in place and Angel and Wesley checked that the walkie talkie worked, Fred smiled before gasping as Angel attacked her. "Angel!" she squeaked breathlessly, giggling helplessley and squirming underneath him as he tickled her and kissed her neck. "Oh God...I...Angel!"
She grabbed onto him, holding on tight as her body responded to his touches. The tickling was both arousing and almost torturous. She pressed up against him, feeling his body and knowing how badly she wanted to be with him. Soon. Soon they might have the chance.
"Angel, too much...please," she begged. She grabbed one of his hands and held it while nudging his head with hers so he'd look at her. "You know I'm ticklish and your touch makes me jell-o anyway."
She kissed him deeply before looking into his eyes in the dim light. "You know no matter what happens I'll always be yours."
Angel knew how much Fred liked it when he kissed her neck. Whenever she would start rambling about things, he would kiss her there and soon she was moaning, instead of talking. Of course, there were a few times when she acted like it was the worse thing ever - kind of like she was doing at the moment.
"You love me, and you love it when I tickle you," he murmured against her skin. He could smell her arousal and he growl before scraping his teeth over his neck. When the squirming became too much, he stopped and looked down at her. "I know you will, Fred." There were times when he wished he could keep her forever but he couldn't, and knew he couldn't be jealous.
Lying down beside her, Angel pulled her close to him. "Since you're done molesting me, we should get some sleep. Unless there's something else you want," he said as his hand slipped under her shirt. It snaked up and he lightly ran his fingers over her breasts. "I could probably stop and sleep if you don't want me to continue."
Reaching over, she felt around until she found one of the latern and picked it up, turning it on. As a soft glow filled the back of the van, she looked over at Angel.
"There we go...now we can see each other," she told him. "I guess we're gonna need to sleep sometime soon since we get the night driving shift, but at the moment, I'm a little too anxious to sleep."
She wanted all of this to work out. She wanted them to get to England and find the book would help them, then get to Romania and find the clan and make it through the trials. She wanted to be able to with Angel in every way. She wanted no one to be afraid that Angelus might return every again.
Leaning up, she gave him a kiss before pulling back slightly and looking into his eyes as she took his hand in hers. "I've never actually been to another country before," she told him. "Been to a different dimension but never another country. How strange is that?"
Pausing, she bit her lip and laughed softly. "I think I'm just going to apologize now because I have a feeling I'm going to be babbling for the entire trip, so if I annoy you, I'm sorry."
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Angel kicked off his boots and started to take off his jacket when he heard Wesley's voice. "Angel? What side are you sitting on? I need to open the curtain a bit and give you two something," he said.
"The right," Angel answered.
The left side of the curtain opened a crack and Wesley slipped a walkie talkie in. "Rupert and I are going to put a silent charm on the curtain so we won't disturb you and vice versa," he explained. "If you need anything, just call us over it."
Wesley then slipped back and closed the curtain. Angel could hear him muttering some words and then it went silent. Wesley's voice came over the end of the walkie talkie, asking if the spell had worked and Angel told him it had. He then tossed it to the other side of the van and grinned at Fred.
"Now they can't hear you scream," he said before pulling her closer and attacking her neck with kisses as he tickled her sides.
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Reaching down, she pulled off her shoes and set them to side, then took the walkie talkie when Wesley passed it back and handed it over to Angel. A silence charm. She bit her lip to keep from laughing, wondering if it was for Angel and her or for themselves. They had caught the two of them in rather compromising positions at times - Rupert and Wesley loved each other very much.
Once the charm was in place and Angel and Wesley checked that the walkie talkie worked, Fred smiled before gasping as Angel attacked her. "Angel!" she squeaked breathlessly, giggling helplessley and squirming underneath him as he tickled her and kissed her neck. "Oh God...I...Angel!"
She grabbed onto him, holding on tight as her body responded to his touches. The tickling was both arousing and almost torturous. She pressed up against him, feeling his body and knowing how badly she wanted to be with him. Soon. Soon they might have the chance.
"Angel, too much...please," she begged. She grabbed one of his hands and held it while nudging his head with hers so he'd look at her. "You know I'm ticklish and your touch makes me jell-o anyway."
She kissed him deeply before looking into his eyes in the dim light. "You know no matter what happens I'll always be yours."
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"You love me, and you love it when I tickle you," he murmured against her skin. He could smell her arousal and he growl before scraping his teeth over his neck. When the squirming became too much, he stopped and looked down at her. "I know you will, Fred." There were times when he wished he could keep her forever but he couldn't, and knew he couldn't be jealous.
Lying down beside her, Angel pulled her close to him. "Since you're done molesting me, we should get some sleep. Unless there's something else you want," he said as his hand slipped under her shirt. It snaked up and he lightly ran his fingers over her breasts. "I could probably stop and sleep if you don't want me to continue."
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