Angelina (Angel) Apaugasma (whitewingprayer) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-04-29 08:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, fox |
Tuesday 5/6/09
Who: Angel, Fox
When: An hour after Angelic Lore
Where: Angel's Office
What: Tutoring (only not)!
Rating: PG-13
Going ahead with her personal opinion of how to deal with the situation (aka, avoiding the problem completely after telling Fox never to kiss her again), Angel checked herself in the womens restroom mirror. She had just gotten back from a meeting with one of the students on campus--it was a religious thing--and had decided to use the toilet before settling in for a tutoring session. Sometimes they took a long time. So she checked her hair, blond strands laying in their natural wave upon her shoulders, the locks contrasting against the royal blue of her silky blouse. The belt around her waist was adjusted until it was just off to the left side and her skirt was checked. On straight? Check. Leggings covering her legs? Check. No runs? Check check.
Not that she needed to look good for Fox or anything.
Earrings swaying as she marched out of the bathroom, her tall sunshine pumps clicking on the floor, she made her way up the hall to her office. The clack of her shoes were like a warning bell as she moved. Though the hall was pretty empty by now. Most kids had gone to class or back to their rooms and only a few lingered. Angel kept her startling blue eyes open for Fox but didn't see him just yet. Maybe he'd be late.
Fox had no intentions of actually studying during this so called 'tutoring' session. Point of fact, he'd gone back to his room after class to drop off his notebook and exchange it for another. Very little could go on in the way of studying if he had the wrong notebook, right? Of course, it would all be an accident.
After applying freshening up in the bathroom (making sure his hair was still spiked, applying more deodorant), he grabbed his notebook and made sure his door locked behind him. The walk wasn't long to get to Angel's office, and he arrived just after she did. "Hey there, prof," he greeted with a smile on his face.
Still standing as she put her purse on the coat rack, Angel looked over her shoulder at Fox as he stood in the door. "Hello!" she said with her own bright smile. It was not a forced one like the day before but a genuine smile. Rarely did she have to force a smile, after all. Smiling was automatic for her. Frowning was hard.
"How are ya?" asked the angelic being as she turned toward her desk chair and started forward, one hand reaching out to pull it back. The other hand pushed some hair over her shoulder revealing three down buttons of her blouse. Not nearly as much cleavage flashed out today as it had yesterday, but there was still definitely something to see. A slender gold chain hung around her neck with one small cross-shaped pendant upon it.
Being a male, Fox appreciated the way the black and silver skirt clung to her hips, and of course he noticed the way her blouse was unbuttoned a bit, flashing that nice bit of skin. And still, his smile was in place as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Thanks for being willing to meet with me."
"It's no trouble," she replied. Really, it wasn't. Angel bounced back pretty easily and that little kiss really hadn't been anything. She had been shocked and overreacted, obviously. Now she was back to doing her job just like she was supposed to--though this would have been easier if he was in fifth grade and not a sophomore in college (grade wise).
"Did you bring ya bring yer work?"
Fox stepped forward and rested a hip on the edge of her desk. He'd need to sit close to her if she was going to tutor him, right? Well, there were no chairs nearby, so the desk would have to do. He had no issues meeting her on her turf. "Sure did," he answered, lifting his 'correct' notebook.
Well there was a chair on the other side of the desk. But she had already gone about moving it, realizing she should do so before sitting herself down. Usually she tutored in the library or in the classroom. Pulling the guest chair up near hers, but not too close, she motioned for him to sit. Then he could write easier, too. Writing while sitting on a desk was hard. Too much leaning over.
"Great! Lets see what we got ta work with."
Fox held back a chuckle and slid into the seat, managing to scoot it closer to hers as he did so. "Awesome." Pulling out his notebook, he flipped it open, then started rifling through the pages, as if he was confused by the symbols on the paper. "Uh-oh," he murmured, having the grace to grin sheepishly.
Uh-oh. What uh-oh? Angelina looked from Fox to the notebook, reading the page. That had nothing to do with Angelic Lore at all. Nothing. She gave a small sigh and lifted her round eyes to see his face. "Wrong notebook?" she asked, not hiding the mix of amusement and disappointment in her tone. Though a teeny tiny part of her wasn't very disappointed. Strange moments aside, she liked talking to him.
Fox nodded, closing his notebook and setting it on the desk. "Yeah, that's my math one. They're so similar, I didn't recognize the difference." Which was a total lie, but he sounded so apologetic, that maybe she wouldn't notice.
She was built like a lie detector. Giving a weary smile at him she put her hands on the desk and tapped her painted nails across the wood. "Well," said the blond. "Do ya have any questions? I can still answer those."
Fox leaned forward to rest his hands on the desk, moving just a bit closer to her. "Truth be told, I can't really think of any questions right now. Not about lore anyways."
Hm. Angel looked back at Fox and gave a small tilt of her head. That sounded familiar. She suddenly felt like she knew where this was going. Equally she looked forward to it and dreaded it. "Do ya have any other questions?"
"I've got a couple." Fox considered her for a moment, wondering if he'd get slapped for it. He decided he had nothing to lose and asked, "If I wasn't a student and you weren't a teacher, would you have objected to that kiss?"
That was...not the question she had anticipated. Angel looked at Fox for a moment, her smile falling as she appeared to be very thoughtful. She did not want to lie, because lying was just so horrible and went against her whole life's work. And yet she really did not feel like telling the truth. "Why do ya wanna know?"
Ah, avoidance. That was something he recognized, and Fox's eyes twinkled. "Let's just say I'm curious." Part of him was, and part of him was wondering if he kissed her, would she respond?
"Last Ah heard," returned Angel as she watched her fingers play with a pen she had been given by her mother at graduation. "Curiosity killed the cat. Are you a cat, Fox?" she smiled a little, amused with herself, but did not look to him this time.
Fox merely arched a brow at her. "You thinking your answer might kill me?" He doubted he'd have a heart attack from anything she could say. Of course, there was a certain type of 'la petit mort' he wouldn't mind sharing at the hands of this blonde.
She shrugged, keeping her gaze on the pen. "Ya never know. Ah've been known ta shock people in the past." Excitedly she turned to face him, as if suddenly he had turned into her best gal pal and they were sharing stories while doing each other's nails over a bowl of popcorn and a chick flick in the DVD player. "This one time, Ah almost swore! I was so upset. Nnn. It was frightening. Ah was actually yellin'."
Fox closed his eyes and shook his head. She was trying to gossip with him? Seriously? Opening his eyes, he smiled. "Nice try at avoiding the question," he pointed out. "It still stands, Angel," Fox added, his voice softer.
Well, she had tried. Moving on to a new tactic, she waved a hand, the gold bracelet around her wrist catching the light for a short moment. "What does it matter?" she asked. Really. Angel didn't see the point in asking such a question. If she said 'no,' that meant what to him? If she said 'yes,' what did that mean?
Fox shrugged, having already guessed at the answer by this point. If the answer had been no, she would have already said it, and that would have been the end of the conversation. As it was, she was stalling and trying to distract him. There was one distraction she could do that would prove highly effective, but he doubted the angel would go that far. "Maybe nothing. But you reacted pretty strongly, and that got me thinking."
"Ah react strongly to a lotta things," replied Angel with a small shrug of her own. "An' I've had these student-teacher relationship conversations before. Ah'll always say the same thing."
Fox merely grinned and asked, "And what's that?"
"Because it's against the rules. Well, to a point. There are serious flaws, Ah will admit it. But Ah am not goin' ta break the rules." She looked him in the eyes, seeing the brown of his own. Sometimes she forgot he was an angel because he was so unlike her. Not that Angel expected all angelic spawn to be goodly, but it would have been nice not to be the only one around.
Angel wasn't the only goody two shoes around. She had a whole class full of them. "Yeah, well considering even the director here doesn't follow the rules..." he trailed off, letting his statement hang for a moment. Fox shifted his position in the chair, letting his denim clad legs brush against hers. Yeah, he was trying to bother her again. "Still, the question was, if you weren't a teacher and I wasn't a student."
True, she taught a class with many angels in it, but they were not all like her. Only a few of them were as steadfast and loyal to their Father. Many were like Fox or Will. They didn't care, were fallen, or just didn't know better. None of this really bothered her, she just wished she didn't have to feel alone all of the time. Catholic school only got you so far. Once you hit the real world you were doomed.
Opening her mouth, Angel closed it again. She had no reply. Hope did not follow her own rules all of the time, it was true, nor did many of the other teachers. But she was not one of them, she reminded herself. She had her own standards!
"If," she started. "If the situation were different, Ah may have reacted different."
Fox smiled, almost as if he were the teacher and Angel was the student giving the correct answer. "Yeah, we're going on ifs here. And if the situation had been different, how might have you reacted?"
He was certainly achieving his goal of making her uncomfortable. Angel looked away from him before scooting her chair back, the wheels moving across the floor easily, and getting up. He was being seriously too pushy for her tastes. Though he had valid questions--for someone seeking a specific answer. What was he up to? He couldn't possibly be attracted to more than her body. They hardly spoke on the level of friends. He was just being a man. Yet she couldn't say she didn't like the attention. Guys usually looked at her like she were meat because of her figure, but when they found out she was seriously too religious for anyone to really stand, they went away. At least Fox didn't walk away because she was religious.
"Ah dunno," she told him, staring out the window. "Ah can' really say."
Fox was up to nothing more, at the moment, than making a particular angel uncomfortable. He wouldn't be so pushy if she had just answered the damned question, but since she hadn't, he'd gotten nosy and was curious. Leaning back in his chair, his eyes followed her as she strode over to the window. "Interesting," he murmured. "Fair enough then."
Visibly, Angel gave a sigh of relief. She was glad he had dropped the subject. Honestly, these were not the kind of conversations she had ever been good at, and certainly could not pretend to be good at having them, either. What was the big deal, anyway? No one ever wanted to ask her good questions, or real questions, that made her think or let the questioner get to know her. No. It was always something about a relationship or something of the like. Well...she supposed annoying questions were better than sitting in quiet without having anyone want to talk.
"Anything else?" asked the blond, sounding only a smidgen irritated and more like she had already built a reflective wall for anything he could ask. She was ready.
Fox could see the slight tensing of her shoulders, hear it in her voice. He thought for a moment, wondering what he could ask her that would slip under her shields, throw her off balance just a little more. Leaning back in the chair, he clasped his hands behind his head and crossed his feet at his ankles before asking, "Sure I've got something else." He waited a beat, then continued, "What do you like to do outside of class?"
The answer she had prepared went unused. Angel looked at Fox, somewhat shocked, before letting out a breath and slacking. Her body loosed and she returned to her proper posture without looking too uptight. Well, that was a more reasonable question. She gave a small smile while putting her fingers on the edge of the windowsill. "Ah like ta read. Ah watch a lot of television, too, which is terrible for ya but it's just so entiretainin' if ya watch the right show. And I shop. A lot. Off campus or online. Ah love gettin' new things in the mail."
Honestly, if Angel had a vice, it was shopping.
Fox smiled at the way she relaxed, but he didn't let it show anywhere but his mouth. Shopping. He should have guessed that one. He wasn't one to keep an eye on fashion, but Angel always seemed to be wearing something fancy that would showcase some part of her. And from what he knew, what woman didn't love shopping?
"Cool. You got any favorite stores?" Not that he'd know the difference in a single one of them, but it kept her talking, right?
Why on Earth would he want to hear that Southern drawl of hers? Angel practically spoke a different language to the people of the North. But she didn't mind. She found it amusing trying to understand them, knowing it was the same in return.
"Well, not really. But Ah do like several authors. Their stories are always kinda the same, but different somehow. Nora Roberts is one'a my favorites. She writes romance novels."
Angel's southern accent in the midst of Boston was actually welcoming to Fox, considering the town he considered his home. He was also used to hearing various accents from being on the road all the time as a child. It was easy enough to understand her drawl.
His brows came together a bit at her answer. How did she go from her favorite shopping stores to books? Ah well, she was amused.
Despite the fact that Fox could understand Angel, she couldn't really understand him. Not as well as she could have. And, with her mind hung up on a book she was nearly finished reading (he had brought it up) she had just clung to the idea rather than actually answer his question properly. Oh well.
"And what is it ya like ta do?"
Fox wondered just what was so interesting outside that window that kept her from looking at him. Apparently it was mindboggling, since she just stared. He took a moment to think about her question before finally answering, "Ride." Let her take it as she would.
There was nothing really there. She just...spaced out sometimes. Call it a quirk. She did, however, turn back to peer over her shoulder at his response. "Ride...a motorcycle?"
Fox kept his posture, knowing that the way he was stretched out made his body seem even longer, if it was possible. "Uh-huh." Though it wasn't the only way he liked to ride. Or be ridden, as the case may be, but it seemed Angel's mind rarely went there.
"I brought my bike with me on campus. It's nice being able to go out for a ride."
Tall heels clicking on the floor, Angel turned round so she pressed her back to the cool window. She shivered, just barely visible, and crossed her arms once more. The ruffles of her blouse wiggled as she moved before settling down. So, he rode a motorcycle. Interesting. There was something about motorcycles that she enjoyed--but from a distance.
"That must be nice. But Ah think they're a little dangerous? Ah've never been on one."
Fox shrugged, keeping his hands locked behind his head. "Sure they're dangerous. That's all part of the appeal. I'd be happy to give you a ride one day if you want." Most women he knew liked the feel of a beautiful machine vibrating between their legs. Maybe Angel wouldn't be an exception.
Returning with a non-commital tilt of her head and a glance away, Angel considered it. While she did want to go she was sure there were plenty of other people she could go with. "That'd be nice," she said. Honestly, she wanted to say yes, but she really shouldn't. He was a student! And much younger than her.
Yet somehow she felt like she were back in high school, a freshman, and Fox was that cool senior who never spoke to you unless by some fluke in the computer lab where he needs to borrow a pen.
In Fox's mind, this was so much better than high school because they were both adults. And even better, she was the teacher. Hot hot HOT in his opinion. "Sounds good. Let me know when you're interested and we'll go out somewhere. Let you get the feel of it." Was that his imagination or was Angel starting to blush a little?
Oh it had better be his imagination, otherwise Angel was going to be very upset with herself. Why wasn't she able to stay relaxed? This was so strange. These things never happened to her. Even when Xander flirted at her she didn't get like this. How weird.
"Well, Ah never have much ta do, so it depends on yer schedule. Not mine." She was being kind, you see. Angel would never make people bend to her will or schedule. That was rude.
Fox grinned, feeling a bit like the cat who got into the cream. "I'm free most of Tuesdays and Thursdays. Though you are welcome to name your time and I'll be available."
A very large part of Angel was tempted to say they could go for a ride now. Reasonably, they weren't doing anything other than talking because he had failed to bring the work they were supposed to look over. But that part of her that was tempted was also shy and timid, pushed back by her strong convictions. She had to stand her ground!
"Ah'll let ya know when Ah'm free, then."
Awkward.
She took a deep breath to steady herself before moving across the room and to the coat rack where she hung her purse. Riffling through it with her right hand she found a pack of gum and held it out toward Fox. "Would ya like a piece?" she asked. It was peppermint flavoured.
Fox took the opportunity to stand, moving to just in front of her, watching as she offered him a piece of gum. "No thanks, I'm good." Part of him was debating between leaning over and just kissing her, or walking out while she was confused and flustered.
Shrugging and saying, "yer loss" she popped a piece in and chewed on it. Okay, so it was a little rude to chew gum in front of people, but at least she felt less anxious now.
"How long have ya been riding yer bike?" she asked, curious.
Fox shrugged. "I've been on a bike for as long as I can remember."
"Did yer father ride, too?" she asked. He couldn't have been riding a motorcycle all that long if he was only twenty. Unless it was a motorbike or dirt bike. She had friends who had done that and always invited her to go, if only because they wanted to see her get messy. Angel always declined.
Fox nodded again, not happy the topic of his father had come up. "Yeah, he rode. Took me around most of the country when I was a kid. So when I was old enough to get my own bike, I did."
Nodding, blond hair fell forward over her shoulders. She didn't push it back. "That's nice. My ma and I used ta scrapbook together." She laughed, it was kind of cute, a hand covering her mouth as she giggled. Angel then looked at Fox before scooting away and going back to her chair at her desk.
Scrapbooking, whatever the hell that was, wasn't quite the same as tearing up the pavement at three in the morning, but to each his own. Deciding now was the best time for retreat, Fox rounded the desk after her. He picked up his notebook, and managed to land a kiss on the side of her neck as he rounded her chair to head to the door. "Thanks for the conversation, professor," he grinned. "Catch ya later," he added, slipping out the door.
Now she'd either sit there stunned, or chase after him. Either one would be amusing to him.
She had just sat down when he followed. Angel assumed he was going to sit down with her. That, however, was not the case. Instead he brushed his lips against her neck--which caused a concerning tingle in her spine--before headed for the door with his things.
"Yer just leavin'?" she asked, standing up. Her hands pressed flat on her desk as she stood quickly. If he turned round he probably would have received another gifted view of her cleavage. The angle she leaned at was practically perfect. (And this is what she gets for being tall.)
Fox turned to glance over his shoulder, raising a brow in question. "Yup. That was the plan." He definitely didn't mind the view, and she seemed to be sharing it with him more often than not as of late.
Angel was more concerned with why he was leaving. They were having a nice conversation! Well, that, and she had to scold him. Moving around the desk to catch up with him, she reached out and put her hand on the door jamb to stop herself from careening forward. Sometimes it was hard to stop in these shoes, even though she was practically a professional.
"Now how come yer gonna go? 'cause ya don't want me ta scold ya again?"
Fox leaned against the door jamb. It was kinda cute how she was still shorter than him, even in those killer heels. "Well, I figured since we didn't have anything to study, and I doubted you wanted me to kiss you, I should excuse myself." Maybe an honest approach would work.
"I-" she looked up at him, brows gently furrowed. She did not understand. "We were talkin'..." she said, quietly. Angel had liked talking to him--though she couldn't deny liking that little flutter of a kiss either.
Fox crossed his arms over his chest, watching her. "Yeah, we were talking. And I couldn't help but think of kissing you." He gave a casual shrug. "You scolded me once on it, so I figured I'd better skedaddle while I could."
"So ya don' got no will power?" asked the elder angel, giving a small smirk in teasing.
Fox smiled, the grin full of wicked promises. "Oh I have will power. It's the only reason I haven't kissed you thoroughly yet."
Turning her face away as she gathered her thoughts, Angel finally raised her hand and gave a small wave lightly. "Alright. Ya can go. Come back if ya need me." There was a pause before she quickly added. "For academic purposes." Though she wished he would just stay.
Fox watched her turn away. "Thanks." He pushed off the door frame, taking a step into the room, so he could open the door. "You sure you don't want me to stay? To," he paused. "Talk?"
Her eyes glanced at him before her face followed. "Ah can't make ya stay. That wouldn't be very nice of me now would it?" She gave him a smile, however, one that she didn't even know she had. It was kind of...alluring. Angel had no idea she was making it. Fortunately, she turned and walked away, back to her desk, the shimmer of silver in her skirt shining with each hip sway.
Fox caught the smile, and the intent behind it, even if Angel was unaware. While her back was turned, his eyes flashed a bright blue, wondering just how far this game was going to go. He shut the door with a bump of his hip, and stepped forward, tossing his notebook onto her desk. "You're right, you can't make me stay. But I don't recall ever asking you to be nice."
Looking at the door as it closed, she gave a small shrug. She felt a little upset right now, because she didn't realize they were still playing. Not that Angel had ever started playing the game for long, but she had recognized it. "Ah'm always nice. Ah can't not be!" she replied, perching herself on her desk.
Fox chuckled, the sound low in his throat. "Sure you can. You're half human, aren't you?" He rounded her desk, perching a hip on the edge near her. "But if you can't be anything but nice, why not try being selfish? Or thinking of yourself?"
"What do ya mean?" she asked back. "There ain't nothin' wrong with bein' selfless."
Fox shrugged. "There is when it means you don't think about what it is you want."
"Ah...don' want nothin'," said Angel quietly as she looked at him. She didn't feel like she was lying, but she didn't really feel like she knew what she wanted to be able to tell the truth, either.
Fox cocked his head to one side. "Have you ever not avoided a question?"
Putting on a face, Angel shook her head at him, holding up her hands. "Ah ain't avoidin' yer question!" she said.
"Ah, but I have a feeling that you avoid a lot of the ones that deal with what you like. For instance." Fox took a moment to lock his gaze with hers, daring her to look away. "Have you ever thought about kissing me?"
Oh, if she were every the type to pray to God when he wasn't really needed, now would be the kind. She wanted to shout at someone, to vent, and then be okay. But she couldn't, so Angel had to keep her eyes on his. "Ah...what does it matter?"
Darn him. He was right! She put a hand over her mouth as she realized what she had done.
Fox was smart enough not to say anything, but he did smirk at her and chuckled softly.
"It shouldn' be yer concern," she told him, tempted to move but not wanting to give in to him.
Fox smiled. "If it's about me, why shouldn't I be concerned?"
Angel let her head tilt back as she had no answer. Her hands slipped up under the blond hair, pushing it down her back as she sighed. How did he outsmart her every time?!
Fox stayed where he was, watching her. "So I'm still waiting on a straight answer, Angel."
"Ah don' have an answer!" she said, closing her eyes. "Ah can' answer yer questions."
He arched a brow. "You can't tell me whether or not you've ever thought about kissing me?"
"Ah hadn't," Angel told the ceiling. "Not 'til yesterday!"
Fox didn't pay much attention to the implication. The only answer he heard was 'yes'. "Well, I can definitely say I've thought about kissing you."
Her gaze glanced at him, though she didn't move. She liked looking at the ceiling. It wasn't him. Ceilings were not attractive. "Well...yah shouldn'. Ah got things ta teach ya and if yer thinkin' bout kissin' me ya ain't payin' attention in class."
Fox shifted his gaze to the ceiling. "Something interesting up there?" His voice was teasing, and he smiled. "And who says I'm thinking about it in class? Maybe I'm thinking about it now."
"Nah, ain't nothin' there," she said, lifting a hand and lightly swatting at him.
He grinned at her swatting hand, amused that she ignored the second part of his statement. "Alright then. Why won't you look at me? You afraid of something?"
There was a long moment, or what felt like a long moment, before turning her head to look back at him. Finally. "No. Ah ain't afraid of ya."
Fox smiled. "Nice to know. And nice to be able to look in your eyes again, rather than your chin or mouth. Y'know, if you don't want me to think about kissing you, showing me your mouth isn't very wise."
"Ah could just not look at ya at all?" she asked, teasing a bit. "Ah could turn mah back on ya." Angel's lips tugged up slightly before her pouty lips parted. "Don' ya have brown eyes?"
Fox's brows came together as she mentioned his eye color. "Yeah, they're brown." At that moment, the blue swirled back into his normal brown, a feat he was completely ignorant of.
Standing up, her eyes never left his as she moved in a half circle. Her hands rest on her hips as she leaned forward just slightly. "Now they're brown. They were just blue."
Fox rolled his then-blue-now-brown eyes. Somewhere he'd lost control of the situation. "Yeah yeah. We'll they're brown." After considering a moment, he decided the hell with it. He wasn't going to get an answer, so there was no sense in pussyfooting around it. Sliding off the desk, he came to stand in front of Angel, setting a hand on either cheek and brushing his lips over hers.
"But they were blu-" Angel was cut off by the touch of his hands on her cheek. She looked up at him before closing her eyes when he moved in to kiss her. The logical part of mind said to back away, push him off, to say no, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Pieces of her wanted to, but ultimately she couldn't do it. Instead she let him do what he wanted, her hands eventually moving from her hips to his chest. Angelina's mind had completely turned off. No sense could be spoken to her.
Fox kept the kiss light and simple as well as the contact brief, just in case she got it in her mind to scold him again. After a moment, he stepped back, dropping his hands and waiting. What would she say now?
What would she say now? What would she say now?! Angel fisted her hands by her sides before raising one and pointing a finger at him. Her lips, freshly kissed, parted to speak, but she rolled her eyes and stormed off toward the window with a grunt. What would she say now? She had no idea. He needed to be told off and scolded, he needed to be put in place.
He needed to do it again.
"Ya..shouldn' do that..." Somehow the years she had spent in school learning how to be a teacher, honing herself and promising herself to always be professional, were lost. Angel stood with her straight posture as always, arms at her sides before she turned around to face him quietly. She didn't know what to say anymore and it was clear that when she told him he "shouldn't do it again" that she had no ground to stand.
Fox worked to keep the smirk off his face, focusing instead on Angel's retreating form. 'I should? Why's that? And that whole teacher-student B.S won't fly with me."
Obviously it wouldn't. Angel gave a shrug. There were several reasons she couldn't allow herself to do this. He didn't love her was the greatest hurtle. She didn't want to do things like this with someone it meant nothing to. To Angel that just meant it felt empty. She shook her head. As if she didn't already look like a fool. She couldn't tell him that.
Shrugging and shaking her head. Was he supposed to understand what the hell it meant? Part of him was tempted to roll his eyes, scoff and leave the room. And part of him was tempted to walk over and kiss her properly just to see what she'd do.
This was awkward and terrible. Angel looked down at herself and smoothed out her skirt before walking back over to Fox. "Ah'm sorry," she said with a light smile. "Ah'm bein' silly."
Unsure of what to say, Fox merely arched a brow and inclined his head. She could take it however she wanted.
"Ah was one of those little girls that always dreamed of that fairy tale life. Ya know, gettin' kissed by someone who loves ya. Gettin' married to yer first guy. It'd be perfect an' sweet." Angel shrugged, her mind wondering why she was just telling this to Fox when he probably didn't care.
"Ah think that's why Ah say 'no'...Ah'm hangin' on ta a dream that ain't gonna happen."
Fox cocked his head to one side. "There's nothing wrong with having dreams, but if it's not going to happen, then what are you holding yourself back for?"
He didn't make this easy, did he? Angel looked a little sad for a moment. Realizing the truth about yourself was always hard, even if it wasn't necessarily bad. But it could be disappointing and this was definitely a disappointment to her.
"Ah still have faith," she said slowly. "...that a man will kiss meh 'cause he loves me, not 'cause he can."
What a downer.
Fox nodded. "That's a good dream to have, and one I think a lot of women want." He paused for a moment, considering. "So does this mena you don't want me to kiss you again?"
She laughed. "Ah want ya to," she told him with a blush in her cheeks, looking away. But Ah wish ya'd do it outta love, not 'cause yah can. Angel kept her thoughts to herself, however. This tall lady knew when she was being difficult.
Fox grinned, not knowing her comments to herself. Yeah, chances are saying it out loud would just make her difficult. Besides, there was no saying that first kiss had to be love's kiss. She could just consider him practice.
He stepped to her, settling his hands on her waist. "So d'you plan to kiss me back this time?"
That chill again. Gosh. Angel turned her head quickly with a snap to look into his face, eyes only a handful of inches higher than hers. "...Ah...might..." There was that hesitation again. She really brought down the party sometimes. "Do yah want me to?"
Fox chuckled, his grin softening a bit. 'Well considering it takes two to kiss, it'd be nice." He stepped a bit closer, lowering his mouth a bit, keeping his eyes on hers. "I don't have to y'know," he whispered, mostly to put her at ease.
Well, that was nice to know. She did feel comforted, and yet that part of her that was weak and unable to say 'no' forced her to look over her shoulder. Door was closed and no one was in the halls. Angel paused a moment, only a second or saw, before looking back at Fox. Heart in her chest thunder, she gave a smile--it was not one of her fake ones. "Ah know."
Fox leaned down again, brushing his lips over hers. Her smile was actually a lovely one, and fun to kiss.He waited a moment with his mouth touching hers, wondering if she would respond.
No one was looking--God? Well, he was out for lunch. So Angel hoped. Gently her hands touched his biceps while she took half a step and just barely leaned against him. She hadn't kissed anyone in a long, long time. Still, Angel remembered how to do it and knew that, once upon a time, she had done it well.
Fox would have been surprised to learn she'd been kissed before, especially given the restraint and hesitancy she showed. He kept his touch light and soft, waiting for her to deepen it.
There were probably a lot of things in Angel's life that would surprise Fox. She didn't break rules or go crazy, nothing like that, but things had been done. She had fun in her own way--everyone just thought she was boring. It was easier that way.
Hands moving up his arms to his shoulders, she kissed him back just so. Soft at first, like she had to remember how to kiss, then a little bit more. Gosh, she had forgotten how nice it was--even if he didn't kiss her like a man in love did.
It was fun letting her explore and remember just what mouths could do when they met. Fox nibbled lightly on her lips, bringing one hand up to cup the back of her neck.
Oh, she could have just melted. Mind turning off, she telling herself she couldn't think and just do, Angel let him kiss her how he wanted and paid the same favor. Her lips teased at his, learning the feel of having a mouth to hers once again, while her hands finished their trek up his shoulders to hang around them gently to keep her close. If she went to Hell for this she would blame herself entire--but she wouldn't regret it.
Fox wasn't even thinking about heaven or hell at the moment. Who could give a damn when a man and a woman were pressed together as they were intended? Okay, so he and Angel weren't quite there yet, but at least they'd gotten the lip lock down.
He flicked his tongue out, teasing her lips, wondering if she'd let him take the kiss deeper, allow him to taste her.
Angel would have agreed to the statement, should she have heard it. Why did she need to think all of the time? Well, right now she wasn't going to. She wasn't going to think about anything other than how great this felt. Her long fingers twirled around short strands of hair at the back of Fox's neck as she kissed him, a smile able to be felt on her face when he touched her lips with his tongue. Should she?
No thinking!
She did. She let him. Those lush lips of hers parted to let him in as her tongue lightly touched the tip of his.
Wow. Well. This was farther than he had expected to get with Angel. Honestly, he was pretty sure since the day he met her that she'd only flirt with him, and then just barely. And here he was getting to fully explore her mouth. Fascinating.
He let his tongue slide against hers as he kissed her, working to vary the pressure of his lips and tongue, massaging the back of her neck with his hand to keep her close.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, either. Fox wasn't the only one shocked in the room. Angel knew she wouldn't regret her decision to do this, however, because she knew everything would be okay. Things happened for reasons, after all. Maybe this was supposed to happen? Maybe it would lead to something more, or maybe it would stop here? Not that it ultimately mattered right now, in this place, but in an hour when Angel was settling in to watch an afternoon TV show she would think about it and wonder. Then it would matter. But not right now.
Yet she had to stop herself. There was only so much kissing that could be done before it wanted to lead itself elsewhere, taking them hand-in-hand down the merry road to who knew where. Angel gave Fox a last smooch, leaning in just slightly to add pressure before pulling back. Bright blue eyes opening, she looked him in the face and smiled.
Fox knew just were kissing could end up, and he was more than happy to skip down that path. However she ended the kiss, and just before he was about to. That wouldn't settle well with him later, not being the one to break away, but right now, there was a tightness in his jeans and a gleam in the bright blue of his eyes that was a bit more important.
One look at her, told him that a wise man knew when to retreat, and it was about that time. Stepping back, he returned the smiled. "So d'you think you're gonna be thinking about kissing me now?"
Giggling, Angel swat at his arm before circling around him and going toward her chair. Her hands rest upon the black, leathery back and ran over the curved top. "Maybe," she told him, eyes looking toward him but her face not quite directed at Fox. For a moment she looked a little mysterious and, most definitely, playful.
Fox grinned, heading back to her desk to pick up his notebook. Since there wasn't much else to do, he figured he may as well leave and let her to her thoughts; she seemed to have several anyways. "I can certainly hope so. And if not, I'll do better next time." He moved towards the door, not leaving, but prepping for it.
Holding up her hands and giving a sigh, Angel shook her head. "Yer too much!" she joked, shifting on her feet. She did have a lot to think about, and a few papers to grade. "Ah'll see ya in class Thursday."
Fox nodded. "That you will. Make sure to let me know when you want that riding lesson." Flashing a final smile, he turned and headed out the door, his notebook tucked under his arm.
With that done, he decided he needed to take a shower. A long, hot shower.