Angelina let out a soft chuckle as he tugged her close. In these moments she shared with Fred, little pieces of stolen time she kept close to her heart, Ange often found herself wondering what a future with him would've been like- could be like in this place. They could wake up like this every morning. They could fight and bicker and forget what they were angry about and make up again. They could... stay together long enough that they thought about getting married. Or having kids.
Angelina had always assumed she would go home at some point. Deep down, there was a part of her that knew this place wouldn't be enough forever and that she would get stir crazy, need to head back to reality. Sometimes, though, in these stolen moments, it didn't seem so far-fetched.
"Don't be pathetic, Freddy," she teased, giving his side a half-hearted, brief attempt at a tickle. "It's very unattractive." Her fingers crept over his back as her lips shifted to press against his jaw line.