“Yea you did. Raylene Walker helping– mph!”
Her hand pressed against the entirety of his face and shoved him away, with a small sound of annoyance in the back of her throat as he laughed against her hand. Angel pulled back and Ray’s hand flopped back on the bed.
“Okay, now get out. I have work to do–hey! What the hell are you doing?”
Her question was unanswered as Angel shoved her to the edge of her bed with his hand. She was about to scramble back in the middle when Angel flopped down next to her, his hands behind his head as he looked at her screen. His lips threatened to twitch as she scoffed in disbelief and her hands landed on his, trying and failing to push him off the bed.
Angel lazily turned his head to look at her, his eyes bored, “Now you’re not even trying.” He said jokingly and saw her go still.
“Oh, you want me to try?” she snarled softly, and Angel’s eyes widened in surprise. He saw her turn and lean back to grab something from the table on the side.
“Oh shit,” he started when he saw the glint of metal and grabbed her hand before she could grab the knife that was placed there. His hand was twisted around her waist, his fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist as he screeched in her ear,
“That isn’t fucking allowed yousalvaje!”
Ray chuckled darkly but still tried to push his weight off her and grabbed the weapon, “No you wanted me to try Angel, this is me trying–”
“Shut. UP!”
And with that, he pulled her back. Or at least tried to.
Somehow his movements were off because suddenly Raylene Walker had turned in his arms and had somehow ended up with her body pressed right next to his.
Angel froze.
She was half on him and half on the bed, glaring at him through hooded eyes. Angel had half a mind to glare back, but this close to her, he could smell her fruity scent. Could feel the warmth radiate off her as she huffed against the side of his face.Oh shit,he swore as her eyes hardened. Only to realize that she was far closer to him than she had been expecting.
Angel felt her still against him, and they just sat there, their façades melted into something new as they stared at each other.
He could feel the thump of his heart. She was everywhere. Her legs tangled with his, her hands on either side of his body as his fingers held her wrists in place. Ray with her blueish black hair spilling from her shoulder to his. Ray with her eyes like that.
With every inch of her far too close.
Ray loosened a harsh breath, stiffening in his arms as a part of Angel returned to himself.
“Like where you are, Storm?” he rasped through the dryness of his throat. She caught his tone, her eyes lighting up at the voice. At the rasp. To his credit, she looked just as affected as he did right at the moment.
That wasn’t a good thing, you fucking idiot.
“Maybe.” She whispered back and Angel’s fingers tightened around her wrists. He swore out loud, in Spanish, in English, the most vulgar words he could think of as his head flopped back against the pillows. He heard her sharp inhale above him, felt her chest hollow, and saw the war in her eyes.
Angel grit his teeth.
“I don’t like this.” He said, breathing too harshly.
“I don’t think I do either.”
His head snapped back up and as if coming to her senses, Ray was suddenly pulling away from him, taking away the curtain of warmth with her. Angel blinked in surprise, gulping to get rid of the dryness of his throat as she sat next to him, but far enough to not touch him.
This isn’t good.
He saw her exhale harshly and swore out loud as she cleared her throat. Ran a hand through her hair as she put her face in her hands and murmured low enough for him to hear,
“You swear like a maniac.”
That stopped him from leaving, from getting back to their usual routine of biting each other’s heads off. Angel pressed his lips together in an attempt to stop the smile that was suddenly growing on his face.What was this girl?
“That’s what you want to say?” he said, but truthfully, Angel was asking her only one question.
