the feeling of letting go Who: Angel and Linnea Where: Owl's Nest When: 8pm Warning: Um, yeah...NSFW
Even though his last experience at Owl's Nest hadn't been the best after meeting and pissing off Graham, Angel found himself returning. He had the good sense of mind to bring Annie with him this time... how could he leave her at home since he'd just chastised Aurora for being dangerous?
And thinking of Aurora, that was the precise reason he found himself at a bar drinking alone, yet again. He was on his third glass of scotch and not planning on slowing down anytime soon. Aurora had really gotten to him and he didn't even understand it fully. All he wanted to do was get completely wasted and try to forget about her. He knew he wouldn't be able to completely forget about her, because she'd gotten under his skin, but he was going to attempt to for the moment.
Linnea had not been having a particularly difficult week. The weekend had come and gone as it always did, hardly anything to be noted but for Satu's soberness after her father's visit, and the children had returned to their summer activities. Though it had been Dagmar, enjoying a relaxing summer after her first year at college, that had looked at Linnea and told her to take the night off. Not even asked, but told, as though she were the mother. But Linnea found that she could not be mad at her middle child for that, not when it left her with a chance to go out to a bar for a relaxing night. Yes, there was plenty of alcohol in the house, but Linnea did not like drinking around her children. Not because she ever acted badly, just because it was something she did not do.
So she took Dagmar's offer, changed into something more suitable, and took herself down to the Owl's Nest for a drink or two. She had just entered the place when her eyes flickered up to the bar and noted that a long-haired man was sitting there. With a dog at his feet. Now there was something you did not see everyday. Curious, Linnea took the open seat next to him and placed her order for a dry martini. After a moment's thought she turned towards him and remarked, "I've never seen anyone with a dog in here before." That he might be blind never occurred to her. Linnea had not met many blind people during her life and it completely distracted the water elemental from looking around to see if Bradley, who she always saw when she came here, was working.
Angel had been lost in his thoughts of Aurora, wondering what, if anything, he could do for her. He wanted to be friends, but things had ended rather awkwardly that day. So when another woman spoke, his usual sharp senses had completely missed the fact that someone had sat next to him. And now she was asking him about Annie. Seemed that dog was quite the attraction for girls. "She's my seeing eye dog," he explained gruffly. He wasn't sure he wanted another confusing woman encounter today.
Seeing eye dog... no, Linnea heard that right. This was not some mix-up between language barriers this was just how things were. And if someone needed a seeing eye dog then that must mean that they could not see. Oh. That would explain the gruff tone, which might have put other people off, but Linnea was too laid back to care very much. "She's very pretty," Linnea complimented, accepting her drink and taking a sip before noting the glasses in front of this man. Anyone who drank that much must have had something bothering them, which reached out to her not too small compassionate side. Or they were just an alcoholic. Which did not matter much to her. "Do you mind the company? I prefer not drinking alone, though if you are having a bad night I understand."
"Thanks," Angel replied, reaching down to ruffle the fur on Annie's head. Her tongue darted out and licked his wrist. He tsked at the dog and pulled his hand away, wiping his wrist on his pants. Finishing off his latest scotch, he looked over to the woman. "Yeah, sure." He was having a bad day, bad life really. But he couldn't exactly dump all that on her. Well he could, but he wasn't going to.
"I'm Angel." With his arm crossed over his body, he held it out to her. It sucked that he was blind because he could never tell if the women he talked with were pretty or just women he would ordinarily avoid. This woman had a quiet confidence in her voice, something that he liked.
He may not have been able to see it, but Linnea still smiled when he said he did not mind her staying. She really preferred to stay in the spot she first choose upon entering any bar and there was something interesting about him; Angel as he named himself. She might have actually been disappointed if he wanted to be left alone. "I'm Linnea," she replied, accepting his hand in greeting, holding it perhaps a touch too long before returning to her drink. He had a very interesting mouth, Linnea could not remember the last time she had seen lips like that. "You seem to have good taste in what you drink, Angel. Big fan of scotch in general or just a mood thing?"
"Linnea," Angel repeated. "That's a pretty name... unusual." He noticed that she held his hand for a bit longer than required and it didn't bother him in the least. When she finally released it, he motioned to the bartender for another scotch and turned his body a little toward her, his lips crooked in a small smile.
"Scotch seems to be my go to drink for whatever reason," he shrugged. "I've just always liked it." Furrowing his brow, he tried to think back and remember what she ordered, but he'd been pretty deep in thought and completely missed it. "What are you drinking? I missed it earlier."
"Mmm, Finnish," Linnea said as he ordered another scotch. It was the first thing that people usually remarked on, or the accent. She had long grown used to it and the questions that usually accompanied it, most of her answers ready by habit. Oh, he had a cute smile. That would make the night pleasant.
She nodded then, realizing he could not see the motion, resolved that she was going to have to talk for even the simplest things tonight. Ah well. "Scotch works rather well for that... especially if you're forgetting. I have a very nice bottle at home." Really, she had a nice bottle of everything and two of more than a few. "And I'm just staying with martinis right now, not so in need of anything hard... not just yet."
Angel cocked his head when she said her name was Finnish. He could hear the accent and it made her sound slightly exotic and very exciting. "I'm definitely trying to forget so good thing I have a never ending supply of scotch here." His eyebrows raised as she said she had a few bottles at home. ...Was that an invitation? Hell, what was it with girls and their vague as hell propositions? Fuck! "Your house, huh? You live here?"
A never ending supply could be a very good thing, no one knew that better than Linnea. Some of the bars in Detroit had known exactly what to give her the moment she walked in the door based off of nothing more than how she was walking. "Anything particularly interesting, what you're forgetting, Angel?" Her lips quirked in an amused smile behind her glass. "A demon, maybe? And yes, I've been over by the river for quite some time now. Are you a drifter, native or transplant?"
"My life? Or well, my post-blindness life, that is." That was always a safe response. Somehow he sincerely doubted that Linnea would appreciate hearing that he was getting hung up on another girl. Not really hung up, just completely perplexed. "Luckily I have avoided a demon. What about you? And I'm a transplant. I had to move here to go to a blind school for a few months. I've stuck around because I am still in outpatient occupational therapy and it just makes it easier to live close."
"I admit I didn't know blind schools existed, thank you for enlightening me." So he had not always been blind... Linnea imagined that must make life hard. And, seeing that she knew about life being hard, she wanted to reach out and hug him. But she doubted he would appreciate that so she just took another drink and nodded at bartender for another. It would take more than one to even give her a pleasant buzz. "I'm drinking because it tastes good and I enjoy the feeling that it gives me," Linnea admitted. And because it helps forget. On the rare occasion. "And currently, I'm enjoying the company I've found myself with. Is there anything you do outside of school?" He looked old enough to have, or had have, a career.
"I had to go somewhere to learn how to function in society again... I had to relearn everything. But luckily I don't have to live there anymore, I have my own place now." And yes, if she wanted to take that as an invitation, she was so welcome. They had a pretty nice connection going on, a nice sexual tension simmering underneath all the small talk. "I was an artist...still am really. I'm trying to make it work. What about you? What do you do?"
"Oh that's nice that you have your own place," Linnea smiled and took her fresh drink, toying with the olive before taking a drink. Another one or two of those and she would have the buzz she was going for. Although another sort of buzz had started underneath her skin since she had begun talking with Angel. That one was even nicer than the alcohol and leaving her with a curiosity to see how his lips felt, they certainly looked unique enough. Even if he would kill me... says that every time. I've been behaving and he still hates me. Why should I behave when he doesn't? "I love artists, perhaps you could show me something that you've done? As for me, I work out of home. Nothing most people think very important." She knew how to choose her words carefully.
Well that was it. Angel slammed back the rest of his drink and pushed it away. Twisting his chair, he put a hand on her leg, high up her thigh. It was time to call shenanigans on this whole small talk thing. "I'd offer to bring you to my house to show you my paintings, but I have other plans for you if you stepped into my house," he said, his voice low and husky. His other hand searched until he found her head and he cupped her face, running his thumb over her lips. "What do you say, Linnea?"
Linnea's lips curved into a smile. Looked like she still knew the right things to say after all. It was a boost to her ego that someone this much younger would say something like that, even if he could not see her age. "You're rather quick, aren't you, Angel?" Linnea asked, trailing her fingers up his arm to pluck his fingers away so that she could finish her drink. No, no buzz from the alcohol but it looked like she could get a better one. It had been well over two years since someone had touched her like he was with any sort of meaning there. "But I say that I like the way you think. Lead the way." She slipped enough money to cover her drinks along with a tip out of her purse and set it on the counter.
"Why waste time when we're both looking for the same thing?" He pulled his hands away and fished out his wallet, feeling the folded corners of his cash and putting the amount to cover drinks and tip. Putting away his wallet, he grabbed Annie with one hand and curled an arm around Linnea's waist as they walked out of the restaurant. "Do you mind driving? Otherwise we have to wait for a cab." Once outside, Angel pulled her over to the wall, turning them so her back was to the wall. He stepped up close to her and kissed her, his lips finding hers naturally. He took his time with the kiss, slowing it down to draw it out and string out the sexual tension between them.
Not bothering to respond, Angel did not seem to need one anyhow, Linnea sighed to herself at the feel of his arm around her waist. Yes, it had been far too long. "I'll drive." But before she could even start towards her car she was being turned and pressed up against the wall, those lips she had been wondering about since first seeing them on hers. Somehow they felt better than they looked and one of her hands went to the back of his head to encourage the kiss. Just this was better than the alcohol, heat flooding through her just at the feeling of being wanted. Angel may not have known how much she needed this but oh she was going to show him. But not here.
As hard as it was, Linnea broke the kiss and slid her hand to catch his before stepping away towards her car. It was still a little light out and she did not really feel like being seen and becoming the next scandal. "Here," she murmured, a little breathless as she opened both passenger doors before going around to the other side. Closing the door and starting the engine she turned to look at Angel, biting her lower lip and unable to resist leaning over to steal another kiss. "Where do you live, Angel?" Hopefully not too far.
Angel's body flooded with heat at her lips pressed against his. His hands found their way to her waist and tugged her tightly against him. Pouting slightly when she pulled away, he let her lead him to her car, making sure Annie was still there to tell him about uneven ground, curbs and debris. Once at the car, Angel let Annie hop in the back seat, commanding her to lay down. "I promise you she doesn't shed," Angel commented. He would have been worried about some dog in his backseat, really. Angel gave her his address but shrugged, not really knowing how to tell her how to get there. He did reach over and tug her hand into his lap, stroking his fingers over her wrist and palm.
"If she did I would clean it," Linnea said with a shrug of her own. She did not much care about things getting messed up in her car, that was what happened when you had raised five kids. Caring about things like that would have left her with no hair at all. Shivering a little at the feel of Angel's fingers stroking against her skin, Linnea pulled out of the parking lot and tried to remember where each street was. Having lived in Scarlet Oak for ten years helped a lot right then, even if she was not paying as much attention as she should have. It was hard when her hand had a mind of it's own, flipping over for her fingers to trace lightly along the inseam of Angel's jeans before she reached the address. "Hope this is the right place," Linnea shook her head at the thought of what might happen if they were at the wrong place. She had, thankfully, never done that before.
Not even bothering to try to get out, Angel undid his seat belt and hers before tugging her over in his lap and kissing her hard. "God, I've been waiting to do that," he groaned against her lips. He kissed her again, nudging her lips apart so his tongue could tease along her bottom lip. He ran his hands over her jean covered ass, one hand going up the back of her shirt. Dragging his lips away, he breathed heavily against them. "What do you look like?" One hand left her ass and started touching her face, her features, fingers running over her eyes, her nose, her lips.
Surprised, Linnea made no objection as she was pulled into Angel's lap, going along with it easily. Her hands slid up into his hair as she reveled in the feeling of being kissed like that again. A quiet noise of protest slipped out when he stopped kissing her, forgotten when he was suddenly touching her face. "People tell me I'm pretty," she murmured, kissing his fingers when they passed over her mouth. "And I am..." What good was modesty? If she had any modesty she would not be sitting in some man's lap right then. "Blue-gray eyes, very blonde and pale... typical Finn, I suppose you'd say." Maybe too thin, but he would be able to feel that and make his own opinion. Her fingers toyed with his hair as she waited for him to satisfy himself with her features, enjoying it.
Still ghosting his fingers over her face, Angel drew her back down for another kiss. "You feel very pretty," he murmured, his voice low and husky. The mood was slightly ruined when Annie let out a sharp bark that Angel knew meant she had to potty. "Annie's got to get out," he explained. He kissed her hard again before helping her slide back into the drivers seat. After letting him out, he opened the backdoor and Annie went bounding out. He held a hand out in front of himself for balance until he found one of his checkpoints, then he counted his steps until he reached the front door. Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he opened the door and whistled for Annie. She came bounding inside and he busied himself with unhooking her harness and giving her a treat.
"Linnea," he called, wondering if she'd found her way inside. He was bent down, scratching Annie's head while he fed her a doggie treat, to let her know that she did a good job that night. It was always important to reward her for good behavior, he was told. Mostly he forgot, but he was hoping that with the exercise of the night, an empty bladder and a fully tummy that she would fall asleep in her chair in the living room and leave he and Linnea to have their fun without an audience.
Hearing the bark and feeling Angel pull away, Linnea sighed before moving back into the driver's seat so that Angel could get out and take care of his dog. At least he was attentive to the needs of his seeing eye dog, that was an admirable trait. Not that Linnea was really looking for those, she was plenty fine with just looking at him. Don't even need to retouch my makeup, the water elemental thought as she locked her car before walking up to Angel's door and following in, closing it behind her. Her eyes scanned the inside, not bothering to find the lights because she was sure Angel knew his way around. "Right here," she replied when she heard Angel calling for her, starting towards his voice. She leaned against the doorway, tilting her head as she studied his movements. "Good to see that you take care of her... that thorough with everything you do?"
Slowly turning to her voice, Angel stood and sauntered over to her, his arms slipping around her waist. "You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you?" And with that, he lowered his head and found her lips, kissing her deeply. One hand palmed her waist, pulling her close, while the other skittered under her shirt, running his fingers over her warm soft skin. He sighed against her lips, then trailed them over her jaw and down her neck, sucking lightly at her collarbone.
She had been right, those lips were unique and felt so nice against hers. Linnea's hands skated up along Angel's back, one going back into his hair because the feel of it... "I think I'll like the answer," she murmured when his lips moved to her neck. Her head tilted back as she stroked his hair. All she could think about was the way it felt and the heat flooding through her body from everywhere he was touching. One hand slipped up between their bodies and under his shirt along the skin, sighing at how it felt. Stepping back she found herself against the wall, reaching down to hook her fingers underneath Angel's jeans to tug him with her. Giving up that contact? Not a chance, not yet.
Angel followed her as she backed against the wall, her hands on his stomach and chest. Angel got bolder with his own hands, one cupping her ass again, kneading the muscle in his hand, while the other hand was exploring under her shirt. His hand came around to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Finally returning his lips to hers, he kissed her hard and deep, his tongue dancing with hers. Every nerve ending of his was singing her praises as each touch, each caress of her fingers sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body. "Liking the answer so far?" he whispered, his breath blowing across her lips.
"Loving the answer," Linnea replied, nipping at Angel's lip playfully. It was hard to ignore those lips when they were right there even if his hands were doing their best to draw attention elsewhere. She had almost forgotten what this was like and remembering was better than Christmas. Wriggling a little she managed to gain enough space to slip her thigh between his legs, sliding both of her hands to his waist, just teasing the skin there. Leaning up she tilted her head and trailed light kisses and bites along his neck and up to his ear, breath tickling the skin. "Am I alright?"
Gasping when her leg nudged between his, bumping up against the bulge in his pants, Angel nodded, "You're perfect." It felt like fire was streaming out of her fingertips as she teased his skin. Angel started rocking his hips into hers creating a sweet friction between them. His hand dipped into her bra and rolled a nipple between his fingers, her skin so soft, so silky there. Needing the bra off and out of his way, he let go of her breast and slid his hand around to her back and deftly unclasped the bra with one hand. Slipping under the now, loose bra, Angel could cup her entire breast in his hand, his fingers teasing her nipple.
Moaning, Linnea's nails dug into Angel's hips as he rocked into her, little waves of heat pulsing out as she felt how turned on he was getting. With me. Her eyes closed when his hand moved over her breast, teasing her so that her mind forgot which language she was even speaking in, quiet murmurs in Finnish slipping out as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth. Slowly she slid her hands back up, tugging at the hem of his shirt. It was a little hard when his hands were all over her but Linnea was intent enough to move them for just a moment because she wanted the shirt gone. Hands on Angel's shoulders, she pushed him back enough to look before encouraging his hands back where they had been before. "I like how you look," she whispered in his ear, remembering her English even, twining her fingers back into his hair to move those lips back to her neck.
She started murmuring in Finnish and it turned him on so much. Much like Leidy the other night when she was gasping out in Spanish. With these beautiful multilingual women, he would be multilingual himself. Angel stepped back when she urged him to and helped her with his shirt. His hands went back to her, one hand sliding to her breast while the other went to the button of her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, wedging a hand inside to touch her. She was already wet, already warm and his fingers explored her sensitive folds. "I like how you feel," he whispered back to her before sliding his tongue in her mouth.
Linnea gasped when she felt Angel's hand slipping between her legs. He was fast without being hard and she did not even have to say how good it felt because her body was reacting better than her mind. She kissed him hard, teeth scraping against his tongue when it slid into her mouth, pulling away only when her lungs demanded it. "Going to take me to your room yet?" she asked, scratching her nails lightly down his back and stopping at his ass, tugging him tighter to her and rubbing her thigh against him purposefully. "Never been up against a wall." Her voice was low and throaty and she only regretted that the look she gave him was wasted.
"Can't make it to my room, you're way too fucking hot." His mouth found hers again as his fingers continued their torture down below. After a slow exploration of her mouth, Angel stepped back, pulling his fingers from her wet heat. His hands hoisted her up, holding her up with hands cupped under her ass. He walked them to his kitchen table, which was so rarely used but he was going to put it to good use tonight. Sitting her down on the edge, he pulled back, bringing her shirt up and over her head, tossing it away. He disposed of her bra pretty quickly and started working her jeans down over her hips. When they were pooled on the floor, Angel knelt down, breathing in her musky scent. Pulling her panties to one side Angel licked at her soft folds, moaning gently at her taste and smell.
She had no idea if what Angel did or said excited her more, but Linnea was rapidly losing the ability to care. Finding herself almost completely naked on a table... Linnea's fingers twined into Angel's hair when his tongue was suddenly on her. "Angel," she moaned, sliding her hips forward. No one had touched her like that... she didn't even know, her eyes were riveted on his face, fingers massaging his scalp as she made encouraging noises. Like she was even going to think about shifting away when he was doing that. Tiny shocks of lightning were rolling out from where his tongue was and she swore quietly in Finnish, biting her lip as she leaned back, brushing her nails against the back of his neck.
Linnea's little moans and Finnish words were enough to set his blood boiling. He had to keep telling himself to slow down and be gentle and patient so as not to hurt her. Unable to resist, however, Angel worked one finger inside of her while his tongue continued to lick at her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and hummed, causing vibrations to pleasure her. His finger started a slow rhythm, pushing in and out of her before he gently added in a second finger. She was tighter than he would have imagined and the feel of that caused him to moan against her. Her nails digging into his skin and feeling her reactions to what he was doing just caused fire to race through his veins and collect in his cock, making him impossibly hard.
It was impossible to think. Linnea's moans turned into drawn-out whimpers as she relaxed back on the table, unable to keep sitting upright no matter how much she wanted to watch what Angel was doing. He was being impossibly gentle and soft, her back arching up and sweat beading her skin when a second finger joined the first. Too soft after so long without something that was full of anger and no want, she wanted more and her voice was a low purr when she asked for it. "Come up here with me Angel." She tugged at his face, pulling away and up, pushing herself back up so that she could slide her hands down along his shoulders, leaning down to reach his chest before following the same path back up into his hair. "I know you want to... I want you to."
Angel groaned when she pulled him up. He immediately crushed his lips to hers and after a deep exploring kiss, he spoke against her lips, "I want you so much, Linnea." He pulled back from her only long enough to take off her jeans and shoes, tossing them over his shoulder. Toeing off his own shoes, Angel worked on unbuttoning and losing his jeans and boxers as well. He stepped up to the table, pulling Linnea up so she was sitting on the very edge. Spreading her legs he was close enough that his hardness bumped into her but he didn't enter her, not yet. It was then that he remembered the box of condoms he'd bought after his encounter with Leidy and how they were in his bedside table. "Fuck," he groaned, his lips against her neck. "Condoms are in my room. Hold on." He pulled back from her again before practically running to his room and grabbing the box of condoms. When he came back he stepped back between her legs and kissed her, having already missed her in the few seconds he was gone. The box of condoms was quickly forgotten as his lips and tongue occupied her mouth and his hands were roaming over her body once again.
Wanted, just hearing that sent shivers through Linnea's body, only enhanced when she realized that Angel had just stripped down. Oh, condoms, right, the elemental bit her lip to keep from groaning when Angel vanished. But it was good that he remembered because she was notoriously bad at that for some reason. Seeing the box he brought back, she reached out and picked one out as he kissed her, ripping the package open. Linnea leaned her forehead against Angel's as she took a breath. "Let's get this on," she said, sliding her hands down between their bodies to slip it on, eyes widening as her fingers danced along his length. "Well, Angel, someone's all excited..." She smirked against his lips so that he was sure to feel it. Her heel traced against the back of his leg and she nipped at his lip.
As she slipped the condom on him, Angel groaned as the rubber gripped around him. He chuckled breathlessly at the smirk he felt against his lips and his tongue darted out to trace along the edge of her lips before dipping into her mouth in another kiss. Angel slipped his hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her to make sure she was ready. "Well, Linnea, someone's all excited..." he threw back to her as he felt her wetness. He smiled against her lips as he took hsi fingers out and guided his cock into her tightness. Despite wanting to thrust roughly into her, he took his time to make sure she could adjust to his length and not hurt her. Once he was all the way in, Angel breathed heavily against her neck, his lips trailing down to lick at one of her nipples. "You okay?" His tongue circled around her nipple as his hips rocked softly against hers, barely moving but unable to keep completely still.
Angel seemed to like using those lips of his and oh, Linnea was loving it. "You're too thorough for me not to be," she moaned, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. But okay? Oh no, she was more than okay, the water elemental felt better than she would have if she had stayed and drunk more. Her muscles clenched around him, hips moving slowly in response and refusal to just sit still. One hand returned to play with Angel's hair and press his mouth against her breast while her other slid down his back, nails digging into the skin. "I'm not made of glass," Linnea informed the younger man, a little surprised by how gentle he was being. "Don't have to be so careful with me." Her body was telling her exactly what it wanted from his and, while gentle was well and good, it was definitely not that.
"Okay, hint taken," he said, winking at her. He pulled out and thrust hard back into her, groaning as she was so tight around him. And that was all it took for him to lose himself in her. He set a fast and hard rhythm, not wanting this to be over too fast, but wanting to give her what she wanted. His mouth moved back up to hers and kissed her hard, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth in sync with his hips. "God, you're so hot," he groaned against her.
She was not used to this intensity, being kissed with a feeling of want behind it, to an actual build on her part and Linnea could not even think about stopping the moans and small gasps that were slipping out with every thrust. "So are you," was all the reply Linnea could get out for Angel before she fell into urging him on, English completely forgotten she she buried her face into the curve of his neck, biting and licking at the sweaty skin. Gasping for breath she massaged Angel's ass, trying to guide him to the angle and rhythm her body was screaming for.
Angel let her angle him and set the rhythm, not really caring as long as he was able to stay inside of her. She was murmuring in Finnish again and it made his blood boil, so hot, so intense. He tilted his head, offering more access to his neck so she could bite and lick away. His own lips were against her cheek, his breath hot against her face. The angle she positioned him in caused him to go deeper in her and he groaned with each thrust, her tightness gripping him so good.
With how willing Angel was to adjust to what Linnea wanted the elemental felt her body tensing in response, perhaps quicker than expected but she did not care. Begging words streamed out against the back of Angel's ear, eyes squeezed shut at the feelings streaming throughout her body. Just a little more... there, there, there - Linnea's cry was muffled against Angel's neck, her body strung impossibly tight before it broke and she forgot how to everything, hands clinging to Angel's back as she showered kisses along his neck, his name coming out in breathy moans as her body shook and trembled against his.
It was so hot to hear her mumbling words against his ear and he only increased the pace. When she came, tightening around him, he moaned loudly, clutching her to him. The feel of her fingers digging into his back was sending pinpricks of pleasure straight to his cock, making him impossibly harder. He kept pounding in her, his release so close. "Linnea," he moaned, his hips moving against her until finally he let go with a loud cry. He kept moving in her until he was spent, his arms shaking with the effort to hold himself over her. Turning his head, he kissed her bruised and swollen lips gently, his breath coming in gasps as his body shook while coming down from his orgasm.
Linnea did not know when her body calmed down, only that she relaxed against Angel, eyes closed. After a few minutes they fluttered open and she smoothed the hair off of Angel's forehead before kissing it. "You were amazing," she informed him, slipping back into English. Her body was, almost literally, singing his praises and she felt like she usually only did after a heavy round of medication, a good swim or alcohol. Or all of the above.
"As were you," he murmured. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her again. He slipped out of her, groaning softly at the lack of contact. He found a chair and sat it in, pulling her down in his lap, so he could hold her. Angel was not the fuck 'em and leave 'em kind. Part of it for him was snuggling afterwards but he also knew that not everyone was that way. Leaning his forehead against her shoulder as his breathing slowly returned to normal, Angel drew random patterns against the soft skin of her back. "Do you want to stay the night?"
Linnea snuggled easily against Angel, a comfortable sort of action that she was utterly unused but enjoyed nonetheless. The idea of staying the night... Linnea really liked the idea of spending the entire night in someone's arms instead of her bed, but she knew she could not just do that. "I can't," she informed Angel, voice tinged with regret. She stroked the back of her hand against Angel's cheek. "I'd like to, but my children probably wouldn't appreciate me being gone all night too much." Nor would her familiar, having no idea where Linnea was tended to alarm the snake.
Angel leaned into her hand as it stroked down his cheek. "No, I understand," he assured her. And he did. Kids came first and it should always be that way. He ran his other hand over her face, trying to memorize and visualize her features. "Can I see you again sometime?" Again, he understood if she said no. With kids and such, he knew that it could get challenging to try to slip away. Even if they were just friends, he would like that.
Oh good, there was going to be no moment of freaking out over her having kids. Linnea had experienced that the last time she did this and it had been almost as unpleasant as things with Jokull. "I think I'd like that," she said at last, smiling. There was never harm in gaining another friend, especially one who been so willing to do this. Even if it never happened again because, well, Linnea was not sure what she would be thinking come morning. Or what she was right then for that matter. Part of her was not pleased because she had come here instead of waiting to see Bradley though her body was extremely pleased with what she had done instead. "I never object to having a new friend."
"Good, glad to hear it," he whispered in her ear, turning her head to kiss her again. He sat there holding her for several long minutes, not wanting her to leave. Her body was so soft, yet muscular against his and he relished the feel of her against him. The one thing about living life the way he has since Saoirse was that he got lonely...a lot. There was no good substitute for a warm body to curl up against during the night. And even though Linnea couldn't stay, he'd carry with him the feel of her body against his and would be able to sleep soundly tonight.