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 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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