There is an answering groan coming from me when his tongue darts out to lick the pad of my thumb. I’m almost temped to push it into that cool mouth, wanting to feel what that’s like. But I don’t, though there as a jolt of arousal going through me when he nips at my skin. A shudder follows suite and I can’t seem to look away from him. Quite mesmerized, magically drawn in by his eyes, his words, his body, his scent. It reminds me of times gone by, times we can never get back.
Willingly I move when he pulls me entirely into his lap. Straddling him, which for some reason doesn’t feel as awkward as it should, I place my hand on his shoulder for balance. My jeans are suddenly to tight, but that’s not what matters. His answer is, as though it’s the most important thing. Pressing slightly forward, I tilt my head and blink when he finally speaks, looking anywhere but at me. So many opportunities lost, so many chances of never knowing. Because of what?
How can he think I never wanted this? Where *had* those eyes of him been in those early days. I damn near practically threw me at him until Cordy dragged me apart and had a few words about subtlety. And…something about flirting, I don’t thing I ever really grasped that concept. But I just thought he wasn’t interested, locked my own desire away and just focused on becoming his friend. At least I could still have that. Until I lost that as well. It hurt more then he’ll ever know. It may have even hurt more then loosing Fred.
I frowned at the sound of his voice, so small, vulnerable, un-Angel like. Bringing up both hands, I cupped his face and gave him a sad smile. “It doesn’t matter now,” I whispered. He had been wrong. There’s nothing we can do to change that however, and I wont allow him to heap more guilt on his plate. Hesitantly, I leaned in, my eyes locked with his, searching for something before I brush my lips over those cool ones. It’s a slow, almost chaste kiss. But then my hand tangles in his hair and my hips push forward on their own violation.
“I’ve always trusted you with myself,” I mumbled, when we pull back because I need air. Damn air. I have, I’ve always trusted Angel. It was Angelus I didn’t trust with Connor. “I’ve always...” loved, “...cared for you.”
Willingly I move when he pulls me entirely into his lap. Straddling him, which for some reason doesn’t feel as awkward as it should, I place my hand on his shoulder for balance. My jeans are suddenly to tight, but that’s not what matters. His answer is, as though it’s the most important thing. Pressing slightly forward, I tilt my head and blink when he finally speaks, looking anywhere but at me. So many opportunities lost, so many chances of never knowing. Because of what?
How can he think I never wanted this? Where *had* those eyes of him been in those early days. I damn near practically threw me at him until Cordy dragged me apart and had a few words about subtlety. And…something about flirting, I don’t thing I ever really grasped that concept. But I just thought he wasn’t interested, locked my own desire away and just focused on becoming his friend. At least I could still have that. Until I lost that as well. It hurt more then he’ll ever know. It may have even hurt more then loosing Fred.
I frowned at the sound of his voice, so small, vulnerable, un-Angel like. Bringing up both hands, I cupped his face and gave him a sad smile. “It doesn’t matter now,” I whispered. He had been wrong. There’s nothing we can do to change that however, and I wont allow him to heap more guilt on his plate. Hesitantly, I leaned in, my eyes locked with his, searching for something before I brush my lips over those cool ones. It’s a slow, almost chaste kiss. But then my hand tangles in his hair and my hips push forward on their own violation.
“I’ve always trusted you with myself,” I mumbled, when we pull back because I need air. Damn air. I have, I’ve always trusted Angel. It was Angelus I didn’t trust with Connor. “I’ve always...” loved, “...cared for you.”
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