Amanda, Angelo - Monday morning
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xp_logsThe morning after. There is cute. And eventually breakfast.
Angelo was the first to wake up, and not from a nightmare, this time. It wasn't as new as it might have been, since they'd stopped sometime during his time undercover, but it was still a nice change. He looked down at Amanda, still asleep in his arms, and smiled slightly, trying not to move too much to avoid waking her.
Such a fuckin' idiot. Why didn't you figure this out months ago?
Shifting a little in her sleep, Amanda made a soft, contented-sounding noise as she snuggled further into his arms. Given they'd been sharing the same bed for a while now, the whole 'someone else here' thing wasn't so much of a surprise. But gradually awareness of warm skin against hers filtered through, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her. "Mornin'," she said with a sleepy smile. "For a minute I thought I was dreaming again, but hey, here we are."
"Here we are", he agreed, his own smile growing. "An' I think we agreed on a day off?"
"Mm, we did." she replied, pleased he'd remembered and it hadn't been just talk. She tilted her head up for a kiss, her hand running lazily down his side. "What time is it? Too early to call in yet?"
"Not sure." His watch was on the coffee table in the living room, he thought. "Probably, since nobody's tryin' to call us."
"Uff." She was going to have to move, wasn't she? Rolling onto her back, she reached out to the nightstand and groped around for the travel clock she used as an alarm. "'S... six-thirty," she said, peering at it owlishly before tossing it back onto the cluttered stand with a clatter. "Too early for most things."
"...yeah. I don't even know why we're awake."
"Force of habit?" She cuddled up to him again, pulling her arm back into the combined warmth of bodies and blankets and wrapping it around his waist. With a happy sigh, she continued: "Nothing says we can't go back to sleep tho'." A grin appeared. "Or find something else to do."
He turned his head to look at her, mouth twitching in amusement. "Well, you know, I'm not sure sleep's happenin' again now. An' that just leaves somethin' else."
She laughed, poking him gently in the side. "I had a feeling you'd say that."
"Hey, you were the one who brought it up." He was grinning shamelessly, now.
"I could have meant a nice wholesome jog 'round the park or something," she replied, putting on her best innocent face. Which crumbled about a second later as she grinned wickedly. "Tho', speaking of things coming up..."
"At 6.30 am. Sure you could." Then he was just laughing, as he shifted over to kiss her.
Any retort was muffled by his lips meeting hers, and the distraction they caused as higher brain function went away for a while. A good long while - when the kiss broke, the goofy expression was back. "Mm."
His hands were somewhere under the blanket, which might have been adding to the distraction, just possibly. He grinned at her, not moving an inch. "You were sayin'...?"
"I was talking?" A soft moan escaped her as his hands went in very distracting places indeed, and she ran her hand up the wiry muscles of his back. "If I was, doesn't matter. Just... don't stop what you're doing." And she leaned in to kiss him again, teeth nipping lightly at his lower lip. "Never stop."
"Not for good", he told her seriously, pausing for another kiss as his hands kept roaming and his back arched under her hand, "I promise."
***
As pleasant as the staying in bed with Angelo was, man - and witch - couldn't live on love alone. Or something like that - Amanda's stomach hand been making loud 'goinging' noises as she slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. Angelo hadn't stirred, which was unusual, since he was generally a light sleeper at the best of times, but she figured his system had decided enough was enough after the weeks since Tel Aviv, and launched a body-wide strike. Pausing to find underwear and a shirt - her kitchen windows overlooked the next building, and she didn't feel like giving the neighbours the show - she padded quietly into the kitchen with one goal in mind - breakfast. And given neither of them was going anywhere today, that meant one of her full everything-fried-in-the-same-pan Breakfasts.
The clock in the kitchen read 8:45. Okay, first things first. Putting the kettle on, Amanda went and found Angelo's cell phone in the pocket of his jacket, and hers down the side of the couch, switching them both off. Her laptop was on the coffee table - carrying it into the kitchen, she logged into the journal system and typed a brief message. There. Angelo could do his when he got up. And, she thought as she began pulling breakfast components out of the fridge, that wouldn't take long. Just enough for the smell of bacon to reach him.
That did, indeed, do the trick of waking him up, and he wandered into the kitchen - dressed, but only barely, in boxer shorts - with a grin. "Hey. Breakfast?"
She grinned and gave his semi-clad self an appreciative look. "I got hungry," she explained, turning over rashers of bacon with the saptula. Nodding at the laptop on the table, she added. "Probably ought to do that call in. I... sort of turned off your phone."
"Good plan", he approved. "If we're gonna take a day off, might as well do it right. Weren't any urgent messages this early, I guess?"
She shook her head. "Nope. Mine's off as well, tho' generally this time of day, something comes up, someone comes pounding on my door." She reached for the eggs, cracking them into the pan. "And this is how special you are. I don't do this for just anyone," she added, glancing over her shoulder at him with a mischievous look.
Angelo laughed. "That so? Well, now I feel honoured. An' hungry."
"Well, most people think I'm trying to kill them with grease, but hey, who's spitting hairs? Tho' if you want this to happen faster, you can always man the toaster. I figured I'd be good to myself and avoid the fried bread this time. Wouldn't want Kurt or someone feeding me birdseed for my health..."
"The toaster I can do", he said with a grin, moving over to do so. The last comment got her a slightly confused sideways look. "Are they... likely to take that much of an interest in your health?"
"Well, they did steal my car keys the other week," she pointed out, wryly. "Tho' probably not, unless I developed a cholestorol problem or something. Kurt just tends to slip into the big brother role sometimes." A thought struck her. "You're not worried about him coming after you with a shotgun, are you?" she asked, wickedly.
"I don't think Kurt's the shotgun type", he returned solemnly. "I'd be more worried about him decidin' to practise those martial arts of his. I've read the team reports."
"As long as you lot don't have another of those 'training' sessions where you beat the shite out of each other, you probably don't have a lot to worry about." Moving over the get the butter out of the fridge, she left it on the counter next to him, pausing to kiss his cheek. "I like it better when you're not all black and blue."
He laughed, giving her hand a quick squeeze before she moved on. "Yeah, I think that one was pretty much a one-off. Or until the next time the team leaders decide the tension's got so high we need another controlled fightin' session."
Amanda wrinkled her nose, returning to her frying pan. Nearly done, which was good, because the smell was driving her crazy. "See, you lot need to take a leaf from our book - get yourselves quarantined for a week and drink a lot. And have Mark's special brownies. Real team-bonding exercise we had there."
"You still haven't told me much about that week", he said with a grin. "An' you might be onto somethin'. Maybe I'll get Forge to declare quarantine."
"Only if you get Forge stoned and make him do the naked teapot dance."
"...okay, for that mental image, you owe me."
Amanda giggled unrepentantly, giving things one last flip. "Well, Doug's a tough act to follow, that's for sure. Mark was very impressed. He really rose to the occasion..." Her words trailled off in more giggles at the expression on Angelo's face.
He just shook his head at her. "Evil woman."
"What makes you think I had anything to do with it?" she protested, not at all seriously. "Truth or Dare's a dangerous game, anything can happen..."
"You tellin' me you weren't the one who dared him to do it?" Angelo demanded, raising his eyebrows.
"Actually, it was Sarah. I think - we were all pretty trashed at that point. But I might have cheered a bit?"
"Well, Sarah's evil too. Cheerin' counts, though." He was teasing, of course, voice light and easy.
"There might have been ogling too, but that was as much Marie-Ange and Mark as me," she admitted. "Right, this is done... you got toast for me?"
"Yep", he said cheerfully, holding out two slices. Not buttered yet, but only because he didn't know how much she liked, and he had the tub ready next to him.
"Plates are in the cupboard by your head," she pointed out, switching off the stove and looking for a pot holder - she was planning on dumping the frying pan on the table for them to help themselves from, given she wasn't sure whether Angelo liked friend tomatoes. Or eggs. Bacon she was pretty sure on. Everyone like bacon, unless they were vegetarian. "And mugs're in the next one, if you want tea?"
He reached up to open the cupboard and get plates without looking, dumping the toast onto each one and picking up the butter. "Got any coffee?" he asked with a grin, not really serious. He didn't mind tea.
She sniffed in mock-offence. "Barbarians. I'm surrounded by 'em." Carrying the pan over to the table, she returned and pulled out a jar of instant coffee from another cupboard. "Angie says it's cruel and unfair punishment to give this to coffee drinkers, but I don't see the difference. Still tastes like shite," she continued with a wink.
"Angie's French", he pointed out. "Isn't French coffee s'posed to be high-quality stuff?" He couldn't help but just enjoy the... casualness of this conversation. It'd been a while since he'd been up to small talk.
"Like I'm gunna try giving Sofia instant coffee to see what she thinks of it," Amanda snorted, waving him towards the table. "Food. Eat. Before it gets cold." Her smile was almost shy. "It congeals if you don't eat it quick."
"Yeah, well, she's Sofia." He hadn't actually met the woman, but the impression she'd given on the journals was a pretty good guide to what she'd think of instant coffee, at least. Smiling back, he headed for the table, because he really was hungry.
It was the work of a minute to make coffee, and Amanda soon joined him, pausing between setting the mug of evil brew down in front of him and sitting down herself to steal a quick kiss. "This is... nice," she said, helping herself to food. 'Nice' didn't sum up at allhow right the whole situation felt, so she let her knee touch his under the table. "Sort of... normal, I s'pose?"
He laughed, nodding in agreement, his own plate of food already in front of him. "An' given our lives... normal's good, where you can get it."
***
"Spare toothbrush is in the cupboard under the sink!" came Amanda's voice from the bedroom, to where Angelo was in the bathroom. She reappeared in the door, holding a spare towel and and grinning at him. Somehow the sight of Angelo standing in her bathroom in his boxers made her inordinately happy.
He turned slightly with a grin of his own, leaning down to get out the toothbrush - he could have used powers, but he'd only have knocked things over if he tried to do it without looking. "Thanks."
"I usually have a spare around - sometimes Marie crashes here unexpected, and there's nothing worse the morning after a drinking session that not being able to brush your teeth..." She trailled off as she blatantly ogled his butt as he bent over - hooray for X-Men training, which put people in very good shape - and then tried to look innocent as he straightened and looked at her. It didn't work very well.
"So it's not a spare, it's Marie's?" he asked, amused and not taken in in the slightest. "Or do you get a new one every time?" It wasn't as if toothbrushes cost very much.
"I usually buy two or three at a time. Saves on having to remember to replace 'em." Draping the towel over her arm, she came into the bathroom proper to kiss him, hand sliding down to pat the butt she'd been admiring. "Gotta say it for the leather brigade, they keep you in shape," she murmured with a naughty smile as she ended the kiss, but not the contact. "Now I get all that jogging at 5 in the morning Angie used to do."
Angelo laughed, sliding his arms round her waist with the toothbrush still in one hand. "I don't go that far. But yeah, it's pretty good for rememberin' to exercise."
"And probably easier than some of the stuff Remy makes us do..." The arm holding the towel went around his neck as she shifted her lips to his neck. "See, this is a problem. How's a girl expected to keep her hands to herself, hmm? With you being all fit and muscly and stuff?"
"An' who", he wanted to know, stepping as much closer as was physically possible, "said I wanted you to keep your hands to yourself?"
"Knew there was a reason I liked you," she said, her grin turning into a small nip at his neck as her hand tightened on his butt. "What with the happy to be my sex toy and all..."
"I'm just a toy, now?" His voice was light, though, and a moment later he bent to kiss her.
It was a while before she could reply, and when she could, it was slightly breathlessly. "You'll never be 'just' anything, Ange," she said, a certain seriousness underlying her words. "Not to me."
"Never doubted it", he said, looking down at her. He was smiling, but with an edge of seriousness behind it for him too.
"Good," she said, leaning up for another kiss, her arm tightening around his neck as she pulled herself against him.
He wasn't complaining, putting the toothbrush down on the edge of the sink so his now-free hand could go to the back of her neck.
She made a soft noise in the back of her throat as his fingers made contact with the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. The hand not around his neck slid up to the small of his back and the warm skin there, before sliding under the elastic of his boxers and even warmer skin. At this rate, she thought muzzily, they'd manage to get showered and dressed... oh, sometime next week.
If any particular thought was going through his head right now, it was something along the lines of who needs to shower anyway? The bathroom was small, making it easy for him to sit down on the edge of the bath and tug her into his lap.
The towel was dropped somewhere on the floor as he pulled her down with him, and she took advantage of the more free hand to run it up the back of his head, ruffling the buzzcut. The other hand, forced to move by the change in position, slid down his bare chest, feeling his quickening heartbeat under her palm.
He didn't even notice the towel fall, completely wrapped up in her. His hand stayed on the back of her neck, stroking unconsciously, while the other dropped to her thigh as, forced to break the kiss by a need to breathe, he moved his attention to her jawline.
Amanda tilted her head slightly to give him better access, sighing a little as her hand tightened on the back of his head. The shirt she was wearing was already riding up - Angelo's hand was nudging it even higher as she ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the raised bumps of scar tissue here and there.
He shivered slightly at the touch, nipping at her jaw and then dropping to nuzzle her throat, as his hand slipped under the hem of her shirt.
The sigh became a soft gasp at the touch of his mouth and nose on the soft skin of her throat, and her hand dropped lower, running down over his chest and abs to his hip. It was slightly awkward, with her sitting on his lap sideways, but right now she wouldn't move for the world. Instead, she pressed herself closer to him, as if trying to meld with him. "I love you," she murmured, running her lips over the soft stubble of his head.
He pulled back to look up at her, eyes dark and hazy... but he didn't move very far, and his hands stayed where they were. He wasn't going to be letting her get up just for the moment even if she'd wanted to. "Love you too."
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that," she said with a soft smile, before pressing her lips to his again.
Angelo was the first to wake up, and not from a nightmare, this time. It wasn't as new as it might have been, since they'd stopped sometime during his time undercover, but it was still a nice change. He looked down at Amanda, still asleep in his arms, and smiled slightly, trying not to move too much to avoid waking her.
Such a fuckin' idiot. Why didn't you figure this out months ago?
Shifting a little in her sleep, Amanda made a soft, contented-sounding noise as she snuggled further into his arms. Given they'd been sharing the same bed for a while now, the whole 'someone else here' thing wasn't so much of a surprise. But gradually awareness of warm skin against hers filtered through, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her. "Mornin'," she said with a sleepy smile. "For a minute I thought I was dreaming again, but hey, here we are."
"Here we are", he agreed, his own smile growing. "An' I think we agreed on a day off?"
"Mm, we did." she replied, pleased he'd remembered and it hadn't been just talk. She tilted her head up for a kiss, her hand running lazily down his side. "What time is it? Too early to call in yet?"
"Not sure." His watch was on the coffee table in the living room, he thought. "Probably, since nobody's tryin' to call us."
"Uff." She was going to have to move, wasn't she? Rolling onto her back, she reached out to the nightstand and groped around for the travel clock she used as an alarm. "'S... six-thirty," she said, peering at it owlishly before tossing it back onto the cluttered stand with a clatter. "Too early for most things."
"...yeah. I don't even know why we're awake."
"Force of habit?" She cuddled up to him again, pulling her arm back into the combined warmth of bodies and blankets and wrapping it around his waist. With a happy sigh, she continued: "Nothing says we can't go back to sleep tho'." A grin appeared. "Or find something else to do."
He turned his head to look at her, mouth twitching in amusement. "Well, you know, I'm not sure sleep's happenin' again now. An' that just leaves somethin' else."
She laughed, poking him gently in the side. "I had a feeling you'd say that."
"Hey, you were the one who brought it up." He was grinning shamelessly, now.
"I could have meant a nice wholesome jog 'round the park or something," she replied, putting on her best innocent face. Which crumbled about a second later as she grinned wickedly. "Tho', speaking of things coming up..."
"At 6.30 am. Sure you could." Then he was just laughing, as he shifted over to kiss her.
Any retort was muffled by his lips meeting hers, and the distraction they caused as higher brain function went away for a while. A good long while - when the kiss broke, the goofy expression was back. "Mm."
His hands were somewhere under the blanket, which might have been adding to the distraction, just possibly. He grinned at her, not moving an inch. "You were sayin'...?"
"I was talking?" A soft moan escaped her as his hands went in very distracting places indeed, and she ran her hand up the wiry muscles of his back. "If I was, doesn't matter. Just... don't stop what you're doing." And she leaned in to kiss him again, teeth nipping lightly at his lower lip. "Never stop."
"Not for good", he told her seriously, pausing for another kiss as his hands kept roaming and his back arched under her hand, "I promise."
***
As pleasant as the staying in bed with Angelo was, man - and witch - couldn't live on love alone. Or something like that - Amanda's stomach hand been making loud 'goinging' noises as she slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. Angelo hadn't stirred, which was unusual, since he was generally a light sleeper at the best of times, but she figured his system had decided enough was enough after the weeks since Tel Aviv, and launched a body-wide strike. Pausing to find underwear and a shirt - her kitchen windows overlooked the next building, and she didn't feel like giving the neighbours the show - she padded quietly into the kitchen with one goal in mind - breakfast. And given neither of them was going anywhere today, that meant one of her full everything-fried-in-the-same-pan Breakfasts.
The clock in the kitchen read 8:45. Okay, first things first. Putting the kettle on, Amanda went and found Angelo's cell phone in the pocket of his jacket, and hers down the side of the couch, switching them both off. Her laptop was on the coffee table - carrying it into the kitchen, she logged into the journal system and typed a brief message. There. Angelo could do his when he got up. And, she thought as she began pulling breakfast components out of the fridge, that wouldn't take long. Just enough for the smell of bacon to reach him.
That did, indeed, do the trick of waking him up, and he wandered into the kitchen - dressed, but only barely, in boxer shorts - with a grin. "Hey. Breakfast?"
She grinned and gave his semi-clad self an appreciative look. "I got hungry," she explained, turning over rashers of bacon with the saptula. Nodding at the laptop on the table, she added. "Probably ought to do that call in. I... sort of turned off your phone."
"Good plan", he approved. "If we're gonna take a day off, might as well do it right. Weren't any urgent messages this early, I guess?"
She shook her head. "Nope. Mine's off as well, tho' generally this time of day, something comes up, someone comes pounding on my door." She reached for the eggs, cracking them into the pan. "And this is how special you are. I don't do this for just anyone," she added, glancing over her shoulder at him with a mischievous look.
Angelo laughed. "That so? Well, now I feel honoured. An' hungry."
"Well, most people think I'm trying to kill them with grease, but hey, who's spitting hairs? Tho' if you want this to happen faster, you can always man the toaster. I figured I'd be good to myself and avoid the fried bread this time. Wouldn't want Kurt or someone feeding me birdseed for my health..."
"The toaster I can do", he said with a grin, moving over to do so. The last comment got her a slightly confused sideways look. "Are they... likely to take that much of an interest in your health?"
"Well, they did steal my car keys the other week," she pointed out, wryly. "Tho' probably not, unless I developed a cholestorol problem or something. Kurt just tends to slip into the big brother role sometimes." A thought struck her. "You're not worried about him coming after you with a shotgun, are you?" she asked, wickedly.
"I don't think Kurt's the shotgun type", he returned solemnly. "I'd be more worried about him decidin' to practise those martial arts of his. I've read the team reports."
"As long as you lot don't have another of those 'training' sessions where you beat the shite out of each other, you probably don't have a lot to worry about." Moving over the get the butter out of the fridge, she left it on the counter next to him, pausing to kiss his cheek. "I like it better when you're not all black and blue."
He laughed, giving her hand a quick squeeze before she moved on. "Yeah, I think that one was pretty much a one-off. Or until the next time the team leaders decide the tension's got so high we need another controlled fightin' session."
Amanda wrinkled her nose, returning to her frying pan. Nearly done, which was good, because the smell was driving her crazy. "See, you lot need to take a leaf from our book - get yourselves quarantined for a week and drink a lot. And have Mark's special brownies. Real team-bonding exercise we had there."
"You still haven't told me much about that week", he said with a grin. "An' you might be onto somethin'. Maybe I'll get Forge to declare quarantine."
"Only if you get Forge stoned and make him do the naked teapot dance."
"...okay, for that mental image, you owe me."
Amanda giggled unrepentantly, giving things one last flip. "Well, Doug's a tough act to follow, that's for sure. Mark was very impressed. He really rose to the occasion..." Her words trailled off in more giggles at the expression on Angelo's face.
He just shook his head at her. "Evil woman."
"What makes you think I had anything to do with it?" she protested, not at all seriously. "Truth or Dare's a dangerous game, anything can happen..."
"You tellin' me you weren't the one who dared him to do it?" Angelo demanded, raising his eyebrows.
"Actually, it was Sarah. I think - we were all pretty trashed at that point. But I might have cheered a bit?"
"Well, Sarah's evil too. Cheerin' counts, though." He was teasing, of course, voice light and easy.
"There might have been ogling too, but that was as much Marie-Ange and Mark as me," she admitted. "Right, this is done... you got toast for me?"
"Yep", he said cheerfully, holding out two slices. Not buttered yet, but only because he didn't know how much she liked, and he had the tub ready next to him.
"Plates are in the cupboard by your head," she pointed out, switching off the stove and looking for a pot holder - she was planning on dumping the frying pan on the table for them to help themselves from, given she wasn't sure whether Angelo liked friend tomatoes. Or eggs. Bacon she was pretty sure on. Everyone like bacon, unless they were vegetarian. "And mugs're in the next one, if you want tea?"
He reached up to open the cupboard and get plates without looking, dumping the toast onto each one and picking up the butter. "Got any coffee?" he asked with a grin, not really serious. He didn't mind tea.
She sniffed in mock-offence. "Barbarians. I'm surrounded by 'em." Carrying the pan over to the table, she returned and pulled out a jar of instant coffee from another cupboard. "Angie says it's cruel and unfair punishment to give this to coffee drinkers, but I don't see the difference. Still tastes like shite," she continued with a wink.
"Angie's French", he pointed out. "Isn't French coffee s'posed to be high-quality stuff?" He couldn't help but just enjoy the... casualness of this conversation. It'd been a while since he'd been up to small talk.
"Like I'm gunna try giving Sofia instant coffee to see what she thinks of it," Amanda snorted, waving him towards the table. "Food. Eat. Before it gets cold." Her smile was almost shy. "It congeals if you don't eat it quick."
"Yeah, well, she's Sofia." He hadn't actually met the woman, but the impression she'd given on the journals was a pretty good guide to what she'd think of instant coffee, at least. Smiling back, he headed for the table, because he really was hungry.
It was the work of a minute to make coffee, and Amanda soon joined him, pausing between setting the mug of evil brew down in front of him and sitting down herself to steal a quick kiss. "This is... nice," she said, helping herself to food. 'Nice' didn't sum up at allhow right the whole situation felt, so she let her knee touch his under the table. "Sort of... normal, I s'pose?"
He laughed, nodding in agreement, his own plate of food already in front of him. "An' given our lives... normal's good, where you can get it."
***
"Spare toothbrush is in the cupboard under the sink!" came Amanda's voice from the bedroom, to where Angelo was in the bathroom. She reappeared in the door, holding a spare towel and and grinning at him. Somehow the sight of Angelo standing in her bathroom in his boxers made her inordinately happy.
He turned slightly with a grin of his own, leaning down to get out the toothbrush - he could have used powers, but he'd only have knocked things over if he tried to do it without looking. "Thanks."
"I usually have a spare around - sometimes Marie crashes here unexpected, and there's nothing worse the morning after a drinking session that not being able to brush your teeth..." She trailled off as she blatantly ogled his butt as he bent over - hooray for X-Men training, which put people in very good shape - and then tried to look innocent as he straightened and looked at her. It didn't work very well.
"So it's not a spare, it's Marie's?" he asked, amused and not taken in in the slightest. "Or do you get a new one every time?" It wasn't as if toothbrushes cost very much.
"I usually buy two or three at a time. Saves on having to remember to replace 'em." Draping the towel over her arm, she came into the bathroom proper to kiss him, hand sliding down to pat the butt she'd been admiring. "Gotta say it for the leather brigade, they keep you in shape," she murmured with a naughty smile as she ended the kiss, but not the contact. "Now I get all that jogging at 5 in the morning Angie used to do."
Angelo laughed, sliding his arms round her waist with the toothbrush still in one hand. "I don't go that far. But yeah, it's pretty good for rememberin' to exercise."
"And probably easier than some of the stuff Remy makes us do..." The arm holding the towel went around his neck as she shifted her lips to his neck. "See, this is a problem. How's a girl expected to keep her hands to herself, hmm? With you being all fit and muscly and stuff?"
"An' who", he wanted to know, stepping as much closer as was physically possible, "said I wanted you to keep your hands to yourself?"
"Knew there was a reason I liked you," she said, her grin turning into a small nip at his neck as her hand tightened on his butt. "What with the happy to be my sex toy and all..."
"I'm just a toy, now?" His voice was light, though, and a moment later he bent to kiss her.
It was a while before she could reply, and when she could, it was slightly breathlessly. "You'll never be 'just' anything, Ange," she said, a certain seriousness underlying her words. "Not to me."
"Never doubted it", he said, looking down at her. He was smiling, but with an edge of seriousness behind it for him too.
"Good," she said, leaning up for another kiss, her arm tightening around his neck as she pulled herself against him.
He wasn't complaining, putting the toothbrush down on the edge of the sink so his now-free hand could go to the back of her neck.
She made a soft noise in the back of her throat as his fingers made contact with the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. The hand not around his neck slid up to the small of his back and the warm skin there, before sliding under the elastic of his boxers and even warmer skin. At this rate, she thought muzzily, they'd manage to get showered and dressed... oh, sometime next week.
If any particular thought was going through his head right now, it was something along the lines of who needs to shower anyway? The bathroom was small, making it easy for him to sit down on the edge of the bath and tug her into his lap.
The towel was dropped somewhere on the floor as he pulled her down with him, and she took advantage of the more free hand to run it up the back of his head, ruffling the buzzcut. The other hand, forced to move by the change in position, slid down his bare chest, feeling his quickening heartbeat under her palm.
He didn't even notice the towel fall, completely wrapped up in her. His hand stayed on the back of her neck, stroking unconsciously, while the other dropped to her thigh as, forced to break the kiss by a need to breathe, he moved his attention to her jawline.
Amanda tilted her head slightly to give him better access, sighing a little as her hand tightened on the back of his head. The shirt she was wearing was already riding up - Angelo's hand was nudging it even higher as she ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the raised bumps of scar tissue here and there.
He shivered slightly at the touch, nipping at her jaw and then dropping to nuzzle her throat, as his hand slipped under the hem of her shirt.
The sigh became a soft gasp at the touch of his mouth and nose on the soft skin of her throat, and her hand dropped lower, running down over his chest and abs to his hip. It was slightly awkward, with her sitting on his lap sideways, but right now she wouldn't move for the world. Instead, she pressed herself closer to him, as if trying to meld with him. "I love you," she murmured, running her lips over the soft stubble of his head.
He pulled back to look up at her, eyes dark and hazy... but he didn't move very far, and his hands stayed where they were. He wasn't going to be letting her get up just for the moment even if she'd wanted to. "Love you too."
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that," she said with a soft smile, before pressing her lips to his again.
