Angelo and Paige, together at last (Muir)
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xp_logsPaige, after many, many flights that are often delayed finally gets to Muir. Angelo is kind enough to meet her, however, Paige decided that instead of sleeping on the last leg of the flight like a normal human being, she would order coffee. Within you will finally realise why Paige never, ever, ever orders coffee. Wool socks, crepes and a fade to black, all included for your viewing pleasure.
When the car pulled up bringing Paige to Muir Castle, Angelo was sitting out on the front steps - with a cigarette, of course - waiting for it. Hearing tires on the drive before he saw it, he put out the cigarette on the stone and got up to meet the car.
Stepping out of the car, Paige gathered her duffel bag and backpack, slinging both over opposite shoulders. Paige really was the perfect Boy Scout, minus the whole being a boy thing; her motto was definitely be prepared. She was only staying a night or two, which didn’t qualify both the duffel and the backpack to be brought. It was sheer luck that she wasn’t the type to need such things as ten pairs of shoes or a curling iron, but then again she had brought fourteen pairs of socks. Paige liked socks.
“Angelo!” she cried, forgetting her things and dropping them onto the wet ground to run up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Never leave me again. Christmas. Next year. You are coming and you will save me from my family who is crazy. I love you, have I mentioned this? Mostly because you’re not crazy.”
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her round slightly and leaning down for a kiss. "Love you too, mouse. An' I'd love to."
“Good. You’re in charge of bath time. Have fun with that. Maybe breakfast as well.” Paige giggled a little, pure joy spreading over her features as she drew him in for a deliciously long kiss. “I have missed you something rotten.”
He had no complaints whatsoever, leaning into the kiss with enthusiasm. "Mm... missed you too..."
Paige grinned into the kiss, her teeth brushing against his a hair before she pulled back, arms still looped around his neck. “Except as fun as this is it is really, really cold outside and I’m only wearing one pair of socks and they’re not doing much because the wool ones? In my bag. I’m not built for cold. All skinny and not wearing any fur or eating whale fat. I had coffee on the plane, I think I forgot to tell you this.”
He laughed, brushing her hair back lovingly. "I'd never've guessed, mouse. Come on then, inside with you. There's a nice fire goin' in there."
“Mm... fire,” Paige replied, contentedly. “We’re like a really bad commercial for diamonds. This does mean I have to let go to get my bags, however. Why oh why must I be so materialistic? This is Scotland, I’m sure they have fur I could wear, or a couple spare kilts or something.”
He glanced over at her bags, then chuckled and reluctantly let go of her to pick up the duffel, it being bigger and probably heavier than the backpack. "There we go. Sooner we get these stashed, sooner we can find that fire."
Paige nodded, almost solemnly as she picked up her backpack. “Yes. And I can put on warmer socks. Warm, fuzzy socks. Maybe the ones with yellow spots that were supposed to be ducks. Oh! And make crepes! I am suddenly getting a crepe calling.”
"Crepes later", he returned mischievously. "Socks first, then you an' me by the fire for awhile."
“You are a brave, brave man putting off a crepe calling,” Paige replied, very seriously but for the brightness in her eyes. “Now tell me. Is this a private fireplace? Or a fireplace that general has the sort of company we could scare away so we could make it a private fireplace?”
"I think that could be arranged", he said with a wicked grin, grabbing her hand with his free one.
“I like the way I think,” Paige answered, grinning right back at him.
"Inside now", he replied, already tugging her in the direction of the castle.
Paige mock groaned, following him. “Such a task master. I am not licking your shoes, you know. No, I won’t hear it. I don’t care, I will take the flogging, no shoe licking. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re so eager to get me inside for.”
"No shoe lickin'", he promised lightly. "No floggin', either. Nothin' you won't... enjoy..."
“Oh, dirty insinuations, that’s what I’ve longed for,” Paige teased, knocking into him lightly with her bag. “You really have missed me. Are you sure we’re going to make it to the fireplace?”
"You know I have", he answered a little more seriously, turning to look at her. "An' I think we will. Just."
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I mean you’ve really missed me as much as I’ve missed you.” Paige smiled at him, pausing in the foyer that they’d made their way to. “You might have to stay in the hallway while I get properly equipped. I hear Scottish beds are very seductive and that paired with the equally seductive picture of me in wool socks my mother made for me? Well. You’d be doomed.”
He tilted his head, looking at her intently with a soft look in his eyes. "I'll take my chances. The beds are almost as warm as the fires."
Paige caught the look and blushed a little, even still, as she stepped up to him, raising her hand to his face. “I need to kiss you again.”
"No problems with that", he answered quietly, cupping her face in turn and leaning down to oblige. "Love you..."
“Love you, too. I’m glad I came,” she nearly whispered, stretching just a little to meet his lips.
"Me too. Wouldn't've been the same without you..." he murmured before finally kissing her.
Still blushing when she pulled away, Paige grinned, darting her eyes to the ground. “Come on, before Moira sets this up as one of the attractions on her freaking huge castle tour, continue tugging me in the general direction of where I will be sleeping, man with bondage fetish that you don’t think I know about but I do. And look, my decision to throw in random mentions of sex did not go to waste as you’re a lovely red colour.”
He laughed. "We're sharin'. Moira's cool with it, she said somethin' about there bein' no point one of us gettin' our feet cold."
“That Moira, she’s a smart one. Almost as if she’s a doctor. She should really get into the medical field, what with her smarts and care for the temperature of our feet,” Paige continued to rattle, the coffee still having an obvious affect on her brain.
Angelo grinned and wrapped an arm around her. "Cute as it is, mouse, no more coffee for you."
Paige made a face at him, tongue sticking out and all. “And think. You’re just getting the after affects of it. The stewardess on the plane hated me so much you would not believe. I think there was shaking involved and seeing how many times I could push the call button in thirty seconds.”
"An' here we are!" he announced, opening the door with a flourish.
“Well, good. Now I can ravish you for one hundred fourteen minutes, which happened to be my call button record by the way, I have very nimble fingers and oh. I’m sorry. Did you actually expect us to make it downstairs right away?” Paige teased, closing the door behind her and placing her bag in front of it.
He raised an eyebrow lazily, giving her another wicked grin. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can live with that."
Paige grinned at him, smoothing a thumb over his eyebrow. “How Rebel Prince of you,” she observed, before shoving him backwards onto the bed. “I’m glad you can take the time out of your busy sitting nearby fireplaces schedule to, and here’s me being blunt, have reunion sex with me.”
He chuckled as he landed on the bed, lying back and tugging her down on top of him. "How could I refuse an offer like that from a beautiful girl?"
“They’ve been feeding you haggis, haven’t they? It is the only explanation for that horribly cheesy reply you just gave me. Messes with your mind, haggis. Mostly when you realize you’ve just eaten an animal stomach that was never meant to be eaten,” Paige shot back, shifting until her knees resting on either side of his hips.
He slid his hands up onto her sides, grinning lazily. "Hey, I'm allowed to be cheesy sometimes. 'Specially when it's true. An' for the record, I haven't touched the haggis."
Paige chuckled, leaning down to kiss his forehead, her hair falling from behind her ears to brush against his neck. “Well, fine and good. But it does destroy my idea for dinner theatre, that tramp the haggis versus me.”
He tugged her down quietly for another kiss. "The haggis wouldn't stand a chance. I love you."
“Of course, I know that. But it doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun. There could be a food fight near the middle, it would be...” Paige paused, kissing him a little harder this time, before finishing. “Ironic.”
He grinned. "That's a very good point. But there's other ways you... or we... could have fun, as you well know."
Resting her forehead on his, Paige smoothed her hands down his sides, slipping them under his sweater, and grinned back at him. “I do believe you are hinting at something Mr. Espinosa, and not very subtly I might add.”
Taking that grin as a challenge, he began tugging her shirt up deliberately slowly, letting his fingers brush her skin as they went. "I love you so... damn... much.. you know that?" he asked, kissing her quickly between the words.
“So that’s what you meant the first ten times you said it since I got here,” Paige answered as he debated whether he wanted to let go of Paige’s mouth to pull her sweater over her head. Dipping down, Paige kissed a line along his neck, trying to convince herself that Angelo owned plenty of turtleneck sweaters. “I love you too, puppy. You know I do.”
He chuckled a little against her neck, deciding he did want her sweater off right now, actually, and pulled back enough to achieve that. "I know."
“Oh, look. I’m wearing no shirt,” Paige observed during the pauses where their mouths weren’t meeting. “If this was a movie we’d be fading to black right now, you know. Unless it was one of your movies. Yeah, I know about that too.”
When the car pulled up bringing Paige to Muir Castle, Angelo was sitting out on the front steps - with a cigarette, of course - waiting for it. Hearing tires on the drive before he saw it, he put out the cigarette on the stone and got up to meet the car.
Stepping out of the car, Paige gathered her duffel bag and backpack, slinging both over opposite shoulders. Paige really was the perfect Boy Scout, minus the whole being a boy thing; her motto was definitely be prepared. She was only staying a night or two, which didn’t qualify both the duffel and the backpack to be brought. It was sheer luck that she wasn’t the type to need such things as ten pairs of shoes or a curling iron, but then again she had brought fourteen pairs of socks. Paige liked socks.
“Angelo!” she cried, forgetting her things and dropping them onto the wet ground to run up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Never leave me again. Christmas. Next year. You are coming and you will save me from my family who is crazy. I love you, have I mentioned this? Mostly because you’re not crazy.”
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her round slightly and leaning down for a kiss. "Love you too, mouse. An' I'd love to."
“Good. You’re in charge of bath time. Have fun with that. Maybe breakfast as well.” Paige giggled a little, pure joy spreading over her features as she drew him in for a deliciously long kiss. “I have missed you something rotten.”
He had no complaints whatsoever, leaning into the kiss with enthusiasm. "Mm... missed you too..."
Paige grinned into the kiss, her teeth brushing against his a hair before she pulled back, arms still looped around his neck. “Except as fun as this is it is really, really cold outside and I’m only wearing one pair of socks and they’re not doing much because the wool ones? In my bag. I’m not built for cold. All skinny and not wearing any fur or eating whale fat. I had coffee on the plane, I think I forgot to tell you this.”
He laughed, brushing her hair back lovingly. "I'd never've guessed, mouse. Come on then, inside with you. There's a nice fire goin' in there."
“Mm... fire,” Paige replied, contentedly. “We’re like a really bad commercial for diamonds. This does mean I have to let go to get my bags, however. Why oh why must I be so materialistic? This is Scotland, I’m sure they have fur I could wear, or a couple spare kilts or something.”
He glanced over at her bags, then chuckled and reluctantly let go of her to pick up the duffel, it being bigger and probably heavier than the backpack. "There we go. Sooner we get these stashed, sooner we can find that fire."
Paige nodded, almost solemnly as she picked up her backpack. “Yes. And I can put on warmer socks. Warm, fuzzy socks. Maybe the ones with yellow spots that were supposed to be ducks. Oh! And make crepes! I am suddenly getting a crepe calling.”
"Crepes later", he returned mischievously. "Socks first, then you an' me by the fire for awhile."
“You are a brave, brave man putting off a crepe calling,” Paige replied, very seriously but for the brightness in her eyes. “Now tell me. Is this a private fireplace? Or a fireplace that general has the sort of company we could scare away so we could make it a private fireplace?”
"I think that could be arranged", he said with a wicked grin, grabbing her hand with his free one.
“I like the way I think,” Paige answered, grinning right back at him.
"Inside now", he replied, already tugging her in the direction of the castle.
Paige mock groaned, following him. “Such a task master. I am not licking your shoes, you know. No, I won’t hear it. I don’t care, I will take the flogging, no shoe licking. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re so eager to get me inside for.”
"No shoe lickin'", he promised lightly. "No floggin', either. Nothin' you won't... enjoy..."
“Oh, dirty insinuations, that’s what I’ve longed for,” Paige teased, knocking into him lightly with her bag. “You really have missed me. Are you sure we’re going to make it to the fireplace?”
"You know I have", he answered a little more seriously, turning to look at her. "An' I think we will. Just."
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I mean you’ve really missed me as much as I’ve missed you.” Paige smiled at him, pausing in the foyer that they’d made their way to. “You might have to stay in the hallway while I get properly equipped. I hear Scottish beds are very seductive and that paired with the equally seductive picture of me in wool socks my mother made for me? Well. You’d be doomed.”
He tilted his head, looking at her intently with a soft look in his eyes. "I'll take my chances. The beds are almost as warm as the fires."
Paige caught the look and blushed a little, even still, as she stepped up to him, raising her hand to his face. “I need to kiss you again.”
"No problems with that", he answered quietly, cupping her face in turn and leaning down to oblige. "Love you..."
“Love you, too. I’m glad I came,” she nearly whispered, stretching just a little to meet his lips.
"Me too. Wouldn't've been the same without you..." he murmured before finally kissing her.
Still blushing when she pulled away, Paige grinned, darting her eyes to the ground. “Come on, before Moira sets this up as one of the attractions on her freaking huge castle tour, continue tugging me in the general direction of where I will be sleeping, man with bondage fetish that you don’t think I know about but I do. And look, my decision to throw in random mentions of sex did not go to waste as you’re a lovely red colour.”
He laughed. "We're sharin'. Moira's cool with it, she said somethin' about there bein' no point one of us gettin' our feet cold."
“That Moira, she’s a smart one. Almost as if she’s a doctor. She should really get into the medical field, what with her smarts and care for the temperature of our feet,” Paige continued to rattle, the coffee still having an obvious affect on her brain.
Angelo grinned and wrapped an arm around her. "Cute as it is, mouse, no more coffee for you."
Paige made a face at him, tongue sticking out and all. “And think. You’re just getting the after affects of it. The stewardess on the plane hated me so much you would not believe. I think there was shaking involved and seeing how many times I could push the call button in thirty seconds.”
"An' here we are!" he announced, opening the door with a flourish.
“Well, good. Now I can ravish you for one hundred fourteen minutes, which happened to be my call button record by the way, I have very nimble fingers and oh. I’m sorry. Did you actually expect us to make it downstairs right away?” Paige teased, closing the door behind her and placing her bag in front of it.
He raised an eyebrow lazily, giving her another wicked grin. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can live with that."
Paige grinned at him, smoothing a thumb over his eyebrow. “How Rebel Prince of you,” she observed, before shoving him backwards onto the bed. “I’m glad you can take the time out of your busy sitting nearby fireplaces schedule to, and here’s me being blunt, have reunion sex with me.”
He chuckled as he landed on the bed, lying back and tugging her down on top of him. "How could I refuse an offer like that from a beautiful girl?"
“They’ve been feeding you haggis, haven’t they? It is the only explanation for that horribly cheesy reply you just gave me. Messes with your mind, haggis. Mostly when you realize you’ve just eaten an animal stomach that was never meant to be eaten,” Paige shot back, shifting until her knees resting on either side of his hips.
He slid his hands up onto her sides, grinning lazily. "Hey, I'm allowed to be cheesy sometimes. 'Specially when it's true. An' for the record, I haven't touched the haggis."
Paige chuckled, leaning down to kiss his forehead, her hair falling from behind her ears to brush against his neck. “Well, fine and good. But it does destroy my idea for dinner theatre, that tramp the haggis versus me.”
He tugged her down quietly for another kiss. "The haggis wouldn't stand a chance. I love you."
“Of course, I know that. But it doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun. There could be a food fight near the middle, it would be...” Paige paused, kissing him a little harder this time, before finishing. “Ironic.”
He grinned. "That's a very good point. But there's other ways you... or we... could have fun, as you well know."
Resting her forehead on his, Paige smoothed her hands down his sides, slipping them under his sweater, and grinned back at him. “I do believe you are hinting at something Mr. Espinosa, and not very subtly I might add.”
Taking that grin as a challenge, he began tugging her shirt up deliberately slowly, letting his fingers brush her skin as they went. "I love you so... damn... much.. you know that?" he asked, kissing her quickly between the words.
“So that’s what you meant the first ten times you said it since I got here,” Paige answered as he debated whether he wanted to let go of Paige’s mouth to pull her sweater over her head. Dipping down, Paige kissed a line along his neck, trying to convince herself that Angelo owned plenty of turtleneck sweaters. “I love you too, puppy. You know I do.”
He chuckled a little against her neck, deciding he did want her sweater off right now, actually, and pulled back enough to achieve that. "I know."
“Oh, look. I’m wearing no shirt,” Paige observed during the pauses where their mouths weren’t meeting. “If this was a movie we’d be fading to black right now, you know. Unless it was one of your movies. Yeah, I know about that too.”
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