Angelina (Angel) Apaugasma (whitewingprayer) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-05-09 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, fox |
Wednesday May 13th 2008
Who: Angel, Fox
When: Evening/Dinner
Where: Around Boston
What: An evening out/Date??!!!!?!?
Rating: PG(-13?)
Fox had showered, shaved and thrown on clean clothes for his ride with Angel. Dark blue jeans, a tight black tshirt with his black leather jacket slung over one shoulder and the other jacket near the door to loan the professor. He slipped his feet into his boots, and loaded his pockets with his wallet, keys and phone. One last look in the mirrow proved that his hair was spiked the way he liked it and he was ready to go. Awesome.
Picking up the two helmets and the jacket, he locked his room and left, just before 6. He had a few minutes to get down to the employee lot, and that was all he needed. Fox couldn't wait to see how Angel would react to having a beautiful piece of machinery between her legs, vibrating. The very thought made him grin.
Angel was excited to go on the ride, but nervous as well. She watched the news sometimes and always ended up seeing people being wheeled off on stretchers from motorcycle accidents. Sometimes she heard they died, most of the times they were fine. But it still got her a little anxious. However, she had faith in her student (date?) and would not ride with him if she weren't sure he would be careful. She would demand he let her off if he did any sort of reckless driving.
Dressed in a fun peasant top, dark wash skinny jeans, and a pair of bright pink high heels with some golden accessories, Angel made her way outside. She didn't walk like she was sneaking around despite the fact she felt like she might just have to. Her steps were long and sure-footed, as always, and they keys she tossed into her lime green shoulder bag made her look as though she may as well be going to her car. They were meeting at the employee lot. For a moment she wonder if Fox had thought of that for this purpose. Not that teachers couldn't part in the student lot...but the employee lot was rarely full.
Stepping outside into the evening air, Angel took a breath and looked around. When she finally saw Fox she smiled and raised a hand to wave before starting across the asphalt to meet him.
Fox had parked in the student lot because Charlie had told him when he first arrived that he could. Charlie's own bikes were in the lot, and he assured Fox that parking next to his babies would keep Fox's darling from being tampered with. Better safe than sorry. And since few people here knew what his bike looked like, mixing it in with the vampire's made it safe enough.
Returning the wave gave Fox a moment to check out Angel's outfit. It could be suited safe enough. She wore jeans that weren't threadbare, though the top was thin and those heels, while sexy, were foolish to wear on a bike. At least they were closed toe. When she reached him, he held out the extra jacket and helmet. "Ready to ride?"
To be honest, Angel didn't really have a good pair of shoes that could be worn on a bike. She had a pair of sneakers that were old and didn't fit, but she hung onto them in case of an emergency. And, in her head, she figured she was okay. Tons of women wore heels on a bike, she saw them while driving. North Carolina was beautiful and plenty of people rode motorcycles there--the women sometimes wore heels. But if they were going to make this a frequent adventure she would make sure to get a good pair of sneakers, or maybe real boots. Oh, those Timberlands could be cute. Though not really her style. Well, she could make it work.
"Yes," replied the blond with a smile as she came to a stop by him and the bike, taking the jacket. It was heavier than she anticipated and her arms dropped a little before she swung it over her shoulders and put her arms in. The jacket was also bigger. Well, mens jackets were like that. No big deal. When the jacket was on she tied her hair up into a ponytail with an elastic she had around her wrist, low at the base of her neck and loose, before taking the helmet. Once that was on she slipped her sunglasses on and put her hands on her hips. "How do I look?" she asked, prepared for some sarcastic answer. She imagined she looked silly.
Fox considered her as she put on the safety gear. He knew exactly how she looked. Fuckable. But he doubted that was what she wanted to hear. "Kissable," was the answer he gave. Turning away from her, he slung a leg over the bike, fitting the key into the ignition to turn in on. His baby roared to life, then settled into a steady purr. Beautiful.
Shaking her head to shake away the blush that had crept into her face for a moment, Angel watched Fox before putting her arms down loosely at her sides. She had no idea what to do and just waited for instructions.
Turning his head to look at her, Fox arched a brow. "Feel free to get on any time. Sit astride, and wrap your arms around my waist. Don't forget to hold on tight." He had to raise his voice to be heard over the engine, and he flashed a grin before flipping the visor down. Having no idea where to go, he decided to take the back roads and wander for a bit, heading to the direction of Boston for eventual food.
Listening to him, Angel nodded and then put a hand on his shoulder, the other right behind him on the bike. It took her about two seconds or so of thought before she swung one of her long legs over the stop of the bike and sat down. Oh, that was easier than she thought. And after a quick check she found the foot pegs! So handy! She settled in before wrapping her arms around his middle, tapping his chest that she was OK and ready to go. When they started off she stared off to her left, head resting on his shoulder, watching the scenery go by.
This was really cool. The feel of the bike was interesting, too. It reminded her of a go-kart, all of the loud noises and vibrating. Holding onto Fox, however, was a different feeling. She didn't usually just hang onto people, after all. Angel felt comforted.
Fox managed to hold back his grin as Angel fought to situate herself on the bike. Was it really that difficult? He drove carefully the first few miles, giving her a chance to get used to the feel of the bike. Maybe he should have warned her to lean into the turns with him. Oh well, she'd find out soon enough.
He put on a burst of speed, going over the speed limit, sure, but since they weren't near traffic yet, it was just to enjoy the thrill of the freedom. God, he'd been trapped in that school for too long already. The open air, even if it was shared with an angel, was a blessed reprieve.
It wasn't that hard and it didn't take her that long! Angel would have put up protest if he had teased her about it. She would have also taken offense if she knew she was just "an angel" sharing his ride. They were not so different deep down. She was merely knew to the experience.
When they rode faster, Angel tightened her hold around his middle just slightly, but she was not concerned. She looked ahead of the bike, over his shoulder. It was so nice out! After they came up on another mile she felt a little more content, a little more at ease. This was definitely not bad. Her legs gripped the bike more securely as she put her arms down and let them hang around his middle. Her hands, while still locked onto the opposing appendage, were a little close to his belt. Angel didn't notice because she was lost in a day dream.
Fox noticed. A woman's hands hovering just above his crotch? Oh yeah, he knew where they were. He'd have to be dead a week not to know. It wasn't so much that Angel was "just an angel", but nothing could beat the sweetness that came from being free. Not even being wrapped up in a woman, angel or otherwise. Of course, having the angel cling to his back, her thighs pressed tight to him was nothing to complain about. He liked it. Sticking to the backroads, he made his way towards Boston. He was gonna be hungry by the time they got there.
She was already hungry! Angel felt her stomach rumble within her core and frowned, taking her out of her dream. Looking at the street signs, she realized they were almost there. "Where are we goin' ta eat?" she asked, speaking up loud enough to be heard. She wasn't sure of the food around here so the first thing they found that looked acceptable (aka, not a shady restaurant) she would be happy with.
Too bad Angel wouldn't have gone to a shady place. Fox had found that some of those dives had excellent food. Turning his head slightly so he could still watch the road, he shouted back, "What're you in the mood for?" There were burger joints, Italian, pizza, chinese, whatever she wanted, he could probably fine.
Pondering it over a minute, she gave a shrug. "How does burgers sound?" she asked. Angel was totally not against eating animals, but she didn't just go around shoving animals into her mouth, either. But a good burger would just make this day great.
Fox nodded, though he'd had to strain a bit to hear her over the roars of the engine and wind. "Burgers we can do." Taking a right, he headed into Boston and slowed his speed a bit, maneuvering the streets to find the burger place he'd found not too long ago.
Glad that that was decided on, Angel just let him drive. It was nice to not have to worry about where she was going or how she was doing it. Since she had become a teenager she had relied on herself, steadily growing less dependent on her mother. Sure, she used her mother as a resource when she had to, but Angel was mostly on her own. Fox was a nice hand to be led by. She smiled softly to herself, resting her head and just waiting. They'd be there soon, probably.
A few minutes later and Fox had pulled into a parking garage, setting down the kickstand and shutting off the engine. Unlatching the helmet, he tugged it off and held it loosely in one hand. The restaurant was about a block away, but this garage had free parking. No reason not to park here. It kept him from forking over extra cash. "So we're here. We've gotta walk for a couple minutes, but that gives you time to stretch your legs."
Shaking her hair down with her right hand after tugging off her given helmet, Angel smiled at Fox. "That's fine with meh," she replied, fiddling with the elastic around her wrist, then checking her hair again. It bounced around her shoulders and waved down her back. Unzipping the leather jacket and laying it over the back of the bike. "That was fun!"
Fox picked up the jacket and handed it back. 'Take it and the helmet with you. They're too easy to snitch around here." After securing the bike as much as he could, he turned to head out of the garage an onto the sidewalk. Already he could smell the roasting meat and various frying foods from the restaurants populating this strip of town.
Oh, right. Duh. Angel was still too trusting of people. In North Carolina you could leave your things on your bike and not have to worry about it too much. Here...she supposed not. Hanging the jacket over her arm and holding the helmet in the same hand, she hitched up her purse on her shoulder before following after him. Click click went her pink heels as she walked over the cement.
"Is this place good?" she asked, taking a few extra steps to come up beside him.
It didn't take long for them to reach the restaurant, and only a couple minutes more before they were seated with menus and glasses of water to discuss their order. Fox knew what he wanted and set aside the laminated pages, waiting for Angel to make her choice.
"Yeah, this place is good. I've been here before. They've got good burgers at the least." He had waited a bit to answer, mostly because his stomach had started to growl.
Looking over the menu, Angel decided after about five minutes. "That's good. Ah'm so hungry!" Putting the menu down she put her hands together on the table, folded, and looked across at him. She had a girlish sort of look about her, she couldn't help it. "So...What're you gettin?"
Fox grinned. "Teriyaki burger." He hadn't had one in ages, and their sauce here was sweet, with both a sour and a spicy note. It was so good with a medium rare burger, and if the sauce dripped onto the onion rings, even better. Gesturing to the waitress, he waited for her to come over before placing his order for the burger and onion rings as well as a Coke.
Ordering herself a Sprite when the woman came by, she then ordered a hamburger with all of the fixing--minus onions because those were gross--and then started to look around. It was a cute little place. The look was old but not one of those...nasty things. Angel couldn't stand places like that.
"Did ya have a good day of classes?" she asked, unable to think of what else to say.
Fox shrugged to answer her question, as the waitress bustled off with their order. "Yeah, s'alright. I mean, I don't know why the hell I got signed up for the core classes when I've already graduated high school, so those are kinda boring, but the rest of it's alright." Teachers and students alike seemed to be freaking out that finals and summer term was right around the corner. For him, that just meant three months of freedom again. Unless Shekinah showed up and made him take summer classes. That would be a bitch.
"Ah'm sorry ta hear that. It don't make much sense ta me," she told him with honesty. Angel didn't understand why students who had already completed high school, or college for that matter, were sometimes put into the general education classes. They seemed a little pointless to her.
"Maybe next term ya won' have ta? I'm not sure about the rules. Might only be a one semester thing."
"I've no intentions of taking those bullshit classes next semester. If I get shoved in 'em, I'll get out." Fox hadn't quite figured out how that would work, but that wasn't until August and it was only May now. Plenty of time to worry about that when it came to it.
Trying not to laugh, Angel gave a small chuckle behind a hand before moving it to her hair and twisting it around her fingers loosely. "Well, Ah'm sure it'll work out for ya." Smiling, she tilted her head and glanced around. That waitress looked busy and this place was hopping! Angel hoped this didn't take long.
"Ya drive real well." Stated the blond after a moment, looking back at Fox. He was so handsome, not that she hadn't noticed before but she never really took a good look. "Ah'm impressed."
Fox nodded at her comment, not sure what else to say on the subject of school. Hell, they spent enough time there as it was. Did the conversation have to revolve around it too?
Of course, Angel saved him from that horror by bringing up his driving. At least it was different than school. "Well, yeah," he smiled. "I've been on a bike since I could walk. Started learning to drive it when I was twelve, and got my own when I graduated high school." Of course, he didn't mention he'd been hotwiring bikes and stealing them too, to learn to drive. At least he'd paid for his own bike. His pride and glory.
"That's a long time!" she said, counting about eight years out of it. That was definitely an impressive background. "Ah never did anythin' like that. I drove at sixteen but didn' get mah license 'til Ah was seventeen. Ugh, high school was hard. Good thing it was boarding, but still. Ah couldn't go nowhere!" Angel thought about all she had just said and almost felt the need to apologize for her horrible English. She was great when writing and in texted conversation, such as instant messaging, but in person this was just who she was.
Fox didn't give a damn about her English one way or the other. He could understand her accent, he was pretty sure he could understand the slang. "Yeah, I guess it's been awhile." The time never made a difference to him. It just always was.
And then the conversation turned back to school. Granted, it wasn't TJS, but school was school. Turning his head, the waitress came back with their drinks, informing them that a different waiter would stop by with their food shortly. Which meant any minute now. Fox's stomach growled in anticipation.
She couldn't help it! He needed to direct the conversation. It wasn't exactly good manners, in Angel's opinion, to discuss God at the dining table. She wasn't really sure what hobbies they had in common to talk about. In fact, it was then that she realized she was out with a guy she didn't really know at all.
The waitress coming by was a relief. She, too, was starved.
"What kinda music do ya listen to?"
"Pretty much anything. A fair amount of rock, since that's what was played in the bras I grew up in." He was a fairly closed mouth person about his past. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it; conversation just inevitably went in one of two directions: his father, or Joe. Fox thought his father was a bastard and deserved no more thought than that. And with Joe's death only a few weeks old, the wounds were still far too fresh.
Nodding, Angel shifted in her seat and crossed one leg over the other. "Ah like some rock," she said. Christian rock, but it was rock nonetheless. It merely had different lyrics. "But Ah like to listen ta pop more. Somethin' with a beat that Ah can dance to!" she grinned. "Ah like dancin'." Alone.
Fox grinned, holding his comments while the waiter came by with their dinner. When the man left, Fox picked up where Angel left off. "I don't mind dancing." Of course, his was usually the bump and grind sort, where you get close and personal.
Mmm, food. Angel looked at her burger and smiled, picking up the ketchup bottle from the end of the table and squirting some onto the patty, then onto the plate for her french fries. She added mustard to the burger as well before putting the top bun on. "Ah wish I could take lessons in ballroom. I keep meanin' ta ask the professor and always forget."
Ballroom? What the hell was that? Some place where they kept the basketballs, and baseballs and shit, right? Fox read poetry sure, but that didn't mean he knew squat about any sort of classical dancing. Picking up his own burger, he licked the sauce dripping from the edge of the bun before biting. Explosions of beef, teriyaki, warm buns and pineapple filled his mouth. Yum.
Ballroom did not have to be classical and boring! It was hot. Angel really wished she could learn to tango. That would be interesting, wouldn't it? Her, dancing a tango with some tall, attractive man in tight pants and a half-open shirt. Rawr.
"Oooh this is so good!" said the angel across from Fox as she swallowed her first bite, a hand in front of her mouth in case it was a mess. It wasn't, but she hated being disgusting in front of others.
When Fox thought of ballroom, it was generally to something like the waltz. Now the tango, rumba or samba he could get into. Those dances got down and dirty, but it was still too high-stepping for him. He'd take the bump and grind and be perfectly happy.
Fox swallowed his bite and grinned. "Glad you approve." He appreciated that she wasn't trying to be disgusting, but if a little sauce had dribbled onto her chin for him to see, it would just prove that she wasn't entirely heavenly. That human half of her had to come into play somewhere.
"Really, this is great." She didn't speak until after she swallowed and took a sip of her Sprite to wash it down, but she still sounded too excited. Angel then took another bite and ate in silence for a little while, trying not to make a mess. She had not even thought about the fact that burgers were messy foods. Some of the juice dripped onto the plate, a little even fell down the side of her hand. Wiping it off, she sighed. "So messy!"
Fox ate quietly with her, which suited him fine. Conversation over food was good an all, but it seemed like he and the professor here didn't have much common ground outside heritage and current place of residence. Of course, he never thought you had to have much in common with someone to fuck 'em.
Chuckling at her minor display of humanity, Fox passed over a few napkins. "A messy burger is a good burger." At least, it was in his opinion.
Nodding, Angel had to agree. Well, usually a messy burger was good. Not always. Sometimes they were nasty. Though she did wish she had something to say other than sitting around and eating. Not that that was a bad thing! She just...wanted to get to know him. But asking those silly questions were so annoying.
When she was finished the waitress came by and took Angel's empty plate away. She had eaten it all. The burger, fries, everything. It had been so good. Leaning back in her seat, content, the woman sighed. "Thanks for takin' me here," she said. "Ah liked it a lot."
Fox finished his burger and crispy onion rings just moments before Angel had. Shoving his plate to the side, the waiter came by to pick up their dishes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now you know where it is, you know where to always get a good burger."
He honestly wasn't sure what else to talk about, or do. Hell, for the most part he just wanted to get into her pants. At some point, Fox would want to figure out just why he was spending to much time and effort in this, but for now it was amusing. If Angel wanted to know about him, she'd have to ask the questions. The information wouldn't be volunteered.
Well, fine. Angel leaned on her elbows while glancing around. "Do you play any sports?" she asked, seeing some playing on the TV. She had been a cheerleader for two years when she was younger and it wasn't bastardized.
Fox leaned back in his seat, taking a sip from his glass. "Yes and no. I play basketball, run track and box when it suits me. But I don't go out and meet up with a bunch of guys to play football."
Interesting. Angel nodded as she listened. "I used to be a cheerleader," she said. "We played at our school's basketball team games." She gave a small shrug, like it was no big deal, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "It was so fun."
Fox smirked. No wonder he liked Angel. He'd always gone after the cheerleaders in high school, and often got lucky. He let his eyes rove over her body. Either she'd filled out a bit since high school, or she knew how to work it in those tight outfits. Fox liked the mental image of both. "I can see how you were on the cheer squad."
"Ah had a lot of spirit," she replied happily, putting her hands down on the table, tapping her fingers. Cheer leading had been so entertaining and she'd been pretty good at it. And of course she had filled out. Well, she had been pretty curvaceous back then, too, but she didn't have nearly as much curve then as she did now. Not in her freshman and sophomore years when she had started. "Ah bet you dated a lotta cheerleaders," she teased.
Fox just watched the gleam in her eyes, the sparkle in her smile and it was obvious that she had spirit. Of course, anyone in her presence for two seconds would notice. Arching a brow, Fox replied, "Dated? Now that depends on your definition of dating."
In return she frowned. She knew what that meant, at least in relation to her. Her definition of dating was clearly not the same as his. Still, her frown turned back into a smile as she made light of it. "Well, it sounds like yah had fun."
Fox's smile was wicked and spread across his entire face. "Oh yeah. I had a grand ol' time." He held the gleam in his eye a moment longer before relaxing his face and picking up his drink. "So yeah. While we're out, is there anything else you want to see around here?" The question was light and casual, a friend wanting to show a friend around.
Sipping the end of her soda, Angel considered him. He was such a bad boy. The thought passed her where she asked herself why on Earth they were out. She had no answer, not a good one. Letting that go, however, she flicked away some blond hair that hung down her cheek. "Anywhere is fine with me," she said. "Ah don't know much about Boston, and Ah did come here a few times already. Mostly Ah just like walkin' round the park. It was cute." Leaning her chin on the back of her left hand she gave a grin. "What do you suggest we do?"
Fox knew exactly what he'd like to do, but he knew that it would probably offend her delicate sensibilities, so he kept his mouth shut. The only hint of his thoughts was a devilish gleam in his eyes and a slight more wickedness to his smile. "Well, we could always ride around. There's a few decent clubs or bars around. Or we can just head back."
Riding around did sound fun. But so did dancing. Angel was in a strange mood today. It must have been Fox affecting her. He made her feel young, not that she was old. Twenty-nine was not old by any means! But she felt like she was a junior in college again, making stupid choices that she didn't mind so much because she knew in the morning when she woke up everything would be okay.
"Why don' we ride round for a bit, then go to a club for a lil bit?" He wasn't even legal to drink so it wasn't as if this was a terrible idea where he'd get wasted and couldn't drive back! And she certainly wasn't going to drink. Maybe one fruity thing because they were tasty, but nothing that would inhibit her judgment!
He may not have been old enough to drink, but he did. Hell, he had already worked in a couple bars around town and across the country. Great things happened when you traveled and got to know people. Like them giving or selling you alcohol. Plus, a good fake came in handy.
"Sounds good to me." Signaling to the waitress, he asked for the check so they could get going. "Anyplace in particular you'd like to go? I mean, I'm sure you know some place around here."
As if Angelina would allow Fox to use a fake ID. That was just not going to fly with her. It was one thing to break the school rules, but she would not allow him to break a rule dictated by the government in her presence. She let the waitress take her empty cup and watched her go, sitting back in her seat. She knew of one place that some coworkers had told her about.
"We can go ta Jillian's. It's a really nice place."
"Jillians?" Fox leaned back in the chair after having passed his credit card to the waitress. The name rang a distant bell, but he wasn't sure he could place it. "Where is that again?"
Glancing around, just out the window, trying to remember the street signs she had seen on the way in Angel tapped her fingers on the table. "Um..." After a moment she pointed up the street, back the way they came. "It's North of here. Ah....." Putting a hand to her head she thought about the address, trying to remember from the last time she had told her friends about it. "Oh! Oh! Ipswich Street!"
Fox thought for a moment, and finally the name clicked. Ipswich street and Jillian's. It was slightly more swank than what he would normally go to, and it was incredibly popular in the area. "Yeah, I think I know where that is." He was hoping that he fit the dress code requirements for the joint, if not, he'd find some place else for them to go.
They fit the dress code just fine. She would not have suggested the place otherwise. Angel smiled and gave a shrug. "If we can' find it, that's okay. Ah don' mind goin' somewhere else you know how ta get to better." Standing up and fixing her blouse the blond half crawled on the bench and picked up the coat and helmet she had put down. She also swung her purse over her shoulder and held out her hand for Fox. "Ready?" The waitress had already come and gone. She was on her toes tonight.
Fox quickly signed the slip, slid out of the booth and grabbed his own belongings. "I think I can find the place." He slide the credit card back into his wallet and held out his hand to lead the way out. "I'm pretty sure it's only a few blocks from here. D'you wanna walk or ride over?"
Looking at her feet she thought about it a moment. Walking in heels was no problem for her but she knew after spending the evening standing around a club she wouldn't want to walk all the way back to the bike. "We should drive. Less ta do later if we're tired." With a smile she then took his hand and followed Fox from the restaurant, back to the motorcycle. It was still nice outside, but it was definitely getting chilly.
She was glad to have both the warmth of his coat and his back to her chest.
Fox nodded and started moving back to the bike. Her hand was just as soft as he'd imagined,and it was surprising to him that there were no shocking tingles. He'd gotten so used to touching vampires and demons that the plain skin to skin contact was surprisingly pleasant. "So what all is at Jillian's? I haven't ever been there."
Of course Angel had soft skin! As if she would allow herself to have rough spots, even in the winter. Her hands were smooth and soft from manicures touching up her nails and cuticles, and then she had one of those paraffin wax baths in her apartment that she did weekly to keep her skin baby soft. Not to mention the lotion she rubbed on every day after every shower.
"It's huge!" she told Fox, walking by his side, moving her other hand (which held the helmet) somewhat animatedly. "It has three floors! Three! Can ya believe that? There's bowlin', which is great fun. Pool on one of the floors, then the club is down on the first floor. Their bar is great."
Fox had no clue what any of that female shit was. The result was smooth skin, and knowing her, that softness was all over. His hands itched slightly, wondering when he'd be able to touch.
Fox arched a brow, entertained by the helmet swirling in the air as the professor played with it. Several things she said caught his attention, and made him think the evening could go even better. "Pool you said? You ever play?" He turned the corner into the parking garage and moved towards his bike.
Well, if Angel had her way and maintained her will power, he would never touch more than her hands. Maybe her waist--over the garment she was wearing.
"Oh, Ah haven't played in a long time. Ah wasn't good at it." She shook her head, blond locks falling down her shoulders in front. "Do you play?"
Fox nodded. "Being raised as I was, it's kinda a necessity. I can teach you if you want." They'd reached the bike, so he strapped on his helmet and straddled the bike, flipping up the stand and kickstarting the engine. It never ceased to thrill him, the roar of the motor.
"Ah'd like that!" she replied with a smile. Putting her own helmet on, and the jacket, Angel slipped on behind Fox and put her arms around his middle. Locking the peg of her heels over the foot pegs she tapped his chest again as if to say, "ready."
Fox backed the bike out of the spot before gunning the engine and pulling into the street. He took a roundabout way to the club, wanting to let Angel enjoy the ride, as well as enjoying it himself. It was freedom and glorious. All too soon, he pulled into the parking lot of Jillian's and secured his bike, waiting for Angel to hop off.
There were other people in the parking lot. Angel looked around while shaking out her hair, bright eyes catching themselves in the rearview mirror of the bike. She looked at Fox with shock and seemed to be a little upset. "Ah forgot ta put in my contacts!" she said. It wasn't so bad in a dimly lit restaurant where no one was really looking at you. But in some place with so many people? It made her a little anxious. Her eyes were unnaturally bright. "Ah totally wasn' payin' attention..." Nervously, she looked down at her shoes while holding the helmet in her hands. This shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did, but she really didn't like attracting unnecessary attention to herself.
Fox's brow furrowed together. Seriously? Why did women have to make such a big deal out of things like that anyways? Shaking his head, he put on a soft smile, meant to reassure. "Really, Angel, you probably don't have to worry about it. Chances are it's gonna be dim inside and if anyone asks," he shrugged. "Just tell them you're wearing specialized contacts or something. No one will care."
Looking at Fox she gave a small smile back. "Ya think?" Well, she trusted him. Giving a nod she smiled a bit brighter and took a half step backward toward the exit. "Alright...Ah guess." After a few steps in quiet she looked over at him once more.
"Yah promise not ta make fun if Ah do real bad-like at pool?"
Fox lengthened his pace a bit to catch up, since he was dealing with the bike while she headed to the entrance. "I'm pretty sure that if anyone mentions your eyes, it's to tell you how gorgeous they are." The comment was given in an offhand manner, a man stating a simple fact, thought he did happen to like her eyes.
Reaching her side, he shorted his stride again to keep pace. "I promise. I'm sure you're not that bad." They made their way to the doors and Fox reached to his wallet to fish out the credit card for their entrance fee.
The angel before him practically beamed as she turned her back on him to hide the blush. Angelina was a sucker for compliments. She only glanced back when she felt him coming near, her skin less hot and back to normal.
At the door she gave Fox a questioning look. Despite how gentlemanly it was of him to pay for everything today, he didn't have a job that she knew of. He was a student. Should he really be paying for all of this? "Do ya want me ta pay? Ah feel bad makin' ya pay for everythin'." Sweet as it was...she was the one with an income.
Fox have a job. Hope had managed to pull some strings for him and get him a job working with the construction crew at the school. He shrugged in answer to her question. "I can pay. I mean, I asked you out and everything. If it bothers you, you can grab drinks or snacks or something inside." While he spoke, he passed the piece of plastic over to the doorman to cover their entrance fees.
Nodding, she thought this was a good plan. She wouldn't mind paying for a drink or two, some snacks if they got hungry. It was the least she could do after he had taken her out tonight. Though it was nice to hear him actualize that they had kind of come here as a date. Thing. Angel couldn't think of a reason why she thought it so nice. She just knew she did.
"Alright. That sounds good ta me." She smiled.
Fox would have paid for the drinks too, especially since it would have made it easier to get his own, but if it made the uptight angel relax, she could buy her own booze. Leading the way inside, he glanced around at the dance floor where music was playing loudly and the patrons crowded together. Turning his head, he noticed the stair well and started moving towards it; the guy at the door had said pool was upstairs along with six of the bowling lanes. Bowling lanes? Wow. Pool first, then they could move to the dance floor if Angel was up for it. Both would suit his purposes.
Couldn't he just enjoy himself? Did he have to be on the prowl? Angel would have shook her head at Fox if she knew what he was up to--not that she didn't have some suspicions. She just didn't want to believe it. Following Fox in and keeping close the older blond smiled. She loved going out and wondered why she didn't do it more often. Golly.
"I hope a table is open!" she said, starting up the stairs.
Fox shrugged, seeing no reason why something wouldn't be available. "The night's just getting started, so I'd be surprised if they're all in use." Stepping onto the landing of the second floor, he glanced around. It was habit for him to check things out. Exits, suspicious characters, troublemakers, and especially the women. Considering his date, he forced his eyes to pass over the women, giving them no more than a casual glance. Old habits died hard, and Angel would have been a fool to think that Fox would change much for one night.
She didn't expect change! Angel knew men could not just be changed at will. Still, it would have been nice--and Fox was on good behaviour. She smiled and looked around as well, mostly to check out the space rather than the people. Though there were a few handsome men over yonder. Her eyes looked back to Fox. "There's one," she commented with a point of her manicured nail.
Fox turned his attention back to Angel and smiled. "See? Told you one would be open." Making his way over to the rack on the wall, he selected a pool cue, made sure it was straight, and headed to the table to rack the balls. After making sure it was set up right, he stood back. "You can break, if you want."
Watching Fox, she mimicked his actions--well, she took down a cue and then followed him to the table. When it was done and he backed away, Angel looked at him and gave a great and skeptical-looking smile. "Ah can try," she said, moving the cue between her hands before standing before the table, facing the set up balls, and then sighed. Not so hard. But this would be bad. You know what? No.
"Ah, better yet...you should do it."
Fox nearly grimaced as Angel pulled down a cue without looking at it. Rounding the table, he leaned his cue against the side and held out a hand for hers. "First of all, let's make sure yours is straight, smooth and weighted for you. It's not too heavy or too light, is it?"
He pulled the stick from her hands gently and examined the tip, making sure it was glued tightly and just right for a novice player.
Taking back the cue, Angel smiled at Fox in thanks. She had never been told to check the cue, but that was because her friends had their own table and things were damaged. Bright eyes looking at the stick she shrugged. "It's good ta me," she told him. "Ah didn' know ya had to check it."
Fox nodded, figuring that since he was giving a lesson, he may as well explain the reasoning behind it. "First of all, you want to make sure it's straight because a crooked cue stick means that the cue ball could shoot in a direction that's anything but straight. If it's too heavy, your arm will get tired, too light and you won't get the right momentum. Also, if the ferrule isn't on tightly or domed properly," he pointed to the white tip, " then you don't get a solid hit when you strike."
Passing back the cue to Angel, he moved to the edge far from the racked balls and set up the cue ball. "Do you remember where and how to hold it?"
Shaking her head, Angel bit her lip gently. "We didn' really care ta play right," she said with a sheepish smile. "Ah always held it like this." Leaning against the table she looked over at Fox. "Close? Or really far away?"
Fox smiled and laughed softly. This was just too amusing. "First of all," he started, coming up behind Angel. "You're standing too close. Move back so just your left forearm is on the table." Realizing he'd forgotten to check the balance of the cue, he murmured an "excuse me" and took back the stick, checking the balanced point before handing it back.
"Awesome, you need to wrap your right hand just here," he shifted her hand until it was an inch behind the balance point, "And rest it on your left hand however's most comfortable for you to shoot." Stepping back, he surveyed her position. "Shift your body to the left a bit so you don't get in the way of your shot, and you should be good."
Why did people always find her flaws to be amusing? Angel just looked back at Fox shyly while listening to what he had to say. It was nice to be taught for once. It felt like a long time had passed since she had learned something. He was patient with her, too, which made her happy. Sometimes people got sick of her optimism.
"Ahh, okay. I get it." She nodded, turning her head to look at the cue instead of him when he moved her hand along the stick. She then moved the way he told her, shifting toward the left and leaning on her arm. "'ight. Do Ah do it now?"
Fox's grin only widened. "Well, sure you could, but it would be better to be in front of the cue ball first. The solid white one," he added, pointing to the proper ball. He figured this first round would be good for her to use as practicing, and remembering how to play, before they actually played a game.
Angel gave a slight roll of her eyes. "Well, that's what Ah meant!" she replied. Scooting over she stood in front of the cue ball and looked at it for a minute. And here went nothing. She gave the ball a good tap to send it forward but didn't really shatter the balls. Standing up, she gave a shrug and waved a hand for him to go.
Fox picked up his cue and walked around the table, examining the balls and angles while walking. "Next time, try to hit the cue ball right in the center, and don't forget to chalk your ferrule." Picking up the little square of blue, he painted then end of his stick with the chalk and lined up his shot. With a firm strike, he finished the break, managing to sink one of the solid colored balls. "So do you just wanna take turns for this game? I figure it could be a practice for you."
"That sounds good," she said, nodding happily. "Practice is great." It was hard not to laugh at him because she'd then just be laughing at herself. But Angel knew how to laugh at herself and always had fun with it. She then circled the table once to decide where to stand before looking at him for help. He would pretty much have to hold her hand throughout the practice. "Where should Ah go?"
Taking a quick glance at the table, he thought for a moment. "Well, that depends. Do you want to practice what a game would be like, or just practice shooting?"
"Can' Ah do both?" Angel didn't see why not. But she gave a small shrug nonetheless. "Ah'll just practice aimin' and shootin' for now."
Fox wagged his head back and forth. "Yeah, I guess we can do both. We can practice your shots while keeping the game in mind." With a plan formed, he clapped his hands once and moved around the table. "Alright. Since I sank a solid, you need to aim for the balls with the stripe. So..." he took a moment and glanced around at the set up. "See that ball there?" He pointed to one with a yellow stripe, right in front of the corner pocket. "Try to hit that one, without sinking the cue ball."
Nodding, Angel moved behind Fox on her way to the ball. She decided where to stand and then took up the position he had showed her. She took a moment to then gather herself and hit the ball. It was not the best of shots nor was it the worst. The cue hit the stripped ball, if barely, and then bounced around on the wall. Watching, Angel decided it wasn't so bad and became determined to do better the next time. Waiting for Fox to go, they then switched back and forth for a while before Angel came to a halt. "Fox," she said as she leaned on her left arm. "Can ya help me? Ah don' think Ah'm doin' right right..."
Fox had dropped a couple more balls while Angel was busy figuring out how to shoot again. He'd just been waiting for her to ask. It wasn't like he was going to force his help on her. "Sure."
She wasn't doing too bad. Her main problem was dropping her elbow right as she shot, so she lost power and accuracy. Coming up behind her, he fitted his body to hers. "Line up your shot," Fox spoke softly into her ear. "Make sure your arm stays steady, keep your elbow up slightly. When your ready, take two or three practice shots, then hit the ball." His hands cupped hers to guide her movements.
For some reason, whatever reason that was, Angelina did not expect Fox to come right up behind her. It was different with him behind her than she behind him on the bike. So weird and definitely too close. But there was a fluttering feeling in her stomach as he spoke so softly into her ear, telling her what to do. Letting him move her arm, she gave the smallest of nods.
Was it hot in here? It was hot in here. What? Didn't these people think dancers and guests need an air conditioner? Gosh...
"Okay..." Moving her arm back slowly, she took one of the shots. It was a great improvement!
The ball bounced off the wall and stopped just short of the pocket. "Excellent, Angel," Fox spoke, his breath fluttering over her ear. Damn, she really was soft all over. Just to fluster her, he dropped a quick kiss to her shoulder and backed away. "Try that same thing again next time."
He left her in silence. She closed her eyes as he backed away and spoke, mind stopping for a few seconds before she turned around and put her waist to the table. "Ah didn' do it," argued Angel with a smile. "You did it. Ah was just there."
Fox shrugged and smiled, his voice challenging. "Alright then. Try it on your own. Remember what it felt like when I guided you, and recreate that feeling."
He was...so good at this game. Angel felt so deep under the water and only felt okay because he had the air and knew that Fox would not let her drown. Recreate the feeling? She wished. Turning back to the table she took up her spot and readied herself. Deep breath. Aim....
Click, tank. The ball rolled across the table, hit another ball, and one actually fell into a pocket. Jumping up and down twice she smiled at Fox. "Did yah see that?!"
He grinned at her obvious enthusiasm. "See? It was all you that time." Fox's smile stayed in place as he rounded the table, lined up his shot, and sank another ball.
She frowned when he sank the ball. Damn him for being so good. "Can Ah get a handicap on this game or somethin'?" asked Angel as she stood with the stick leaning against her hip and held in the crook of her arm while she fixed her hair, pulling it all around to one side so it was out of her way. "Ah mean...Ah won' win 'gainst ya without one!" Not that it was about winning.
Turning to face her, Fox shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I've been playing since I could see over the table, so I suppose you deserve something." Thinking about it for a moment, he came up with an idea that maybe would help her out. "How about you get two shots for every one of mine? Twice as many chances to hit a ball."
Leaning forward over the table to take another shot, she gave a nod. "Alright. Ah'll take that," she said. This was really fun. Angel couldn't remember a time when she felt so comfortable around a man, at least not like this. She was comfortable and content, sure, but not always. This was enjoyable--it didn't help that when she felt uncomfortable it wasn't a bad feeling.
"Want ta play now?"
Fox shook his head, stepping back to the wall. "Let's finish out this rack first. You can make the rest of the shots, get some more practice in. Then we'll get a game going." He watched as she bent over to get the next shot. Her shirt was just right to give a healthy flash of breast, and the line of her back was perfect all the way to that tight ass. Beautiful.
Pig.
Angel took her time practicing her shots and when she was done she stood up, set the butt of the shaft on the floor. "Ah'm doin' real good," she said sounding pleased. She was. Her hand-eye coordination was typically pretty bad. "But, uh...you should start."
About thirty minutes later Angel looked up at Fox with a big, cheeky smile on her face. "Ah. Won." Of course she knew she didn't win by her own accord, but he didn't have to know she knew. Instead, she just held out her hand for his cue and brought them back over to the rack. She was ready to dance. The hour was slowly becoming nine and the music was bleeding in upstairs from down. "Are ya ready ta dance?" she asked of Fox when she returned to him, shifting her purse on her shoulder.
Of course Fox let her win. Of course, he somehow managed to fumble half his shots, and since she had twice as many it made it a little easier on her. Either way, she was happy and that would only work in his favor. Passing the cue over to her, he waited until she put them away and held out his hand. "I'm ready to dance if you are." The music coming up from the floor was a good bump and grind. Yeah he was more than ready.
Taking his hand, Angel took two quick steps in her cute pink heels to come up at his side. "Lets go!" she said, smile still on her face. It was pretty much a given at this point that it would not fall less something seriously upsetting happened, or if he did something she didn't like. Bump and grind? She wasn't so used to it. Walking with Fox to the stairs she took them carefully, elbow floating over the rail on the way down as she was holding the helmet and jacket in her other hand. She wondered if there was a coat room downstairs. Seeing a sign on the way down she pointed at it. "Can we drop our things off? Ah wasn' even thinkin' bout it before."
Fox followed her down the stairs, and checked out the area where she was pointing. The music was getting louder, so he leaned closer to her to speak. "Sure. We can drop them off, then hit the dance floor. C'mon." Grabbing her free hand, he linked their fingers and led the way through the crowd to the coat room. He set his helmet on a shelf, hung up his jacket, and turned to hold out his hands for Angel's.
Linking her fingers back, glancing at their hands and thinking only a little of it. It was just so she didn't get lost in the crowd that was starting to thicken. Handing over the articles, Angel kept her purse with her, however. She wasn't about to leave that behind! It had her money, phone, makeup, everything. That was not being left behind anywhere.
Once their things were left, locked away, she felt comfortable enough to tug him toward the floor.
Fox was surprised at himself. He didn't remember smiling quite this much in one night, but as Angel linked hands with him again, he found his mouth split into the now familiar grin as she tugged him to the floor. The music was upbeat and seemed to be a good mix of top hits and dance beats. He let Angel lead them to where she felt comfortable, dancing with the crowd as they walked along.
The one thing that always irked Angel about going to clubs and dances was that people felt like that meant it was okay to touch her, or get too close. It was not okay for some stranger to just come on up into her space and dance with her like they had known each other for years. Fortunately, this place attracted people with a bit more style than that. For the time being Angel had no problem. Her hips swayed as she walked to the beat of the music, her fingers adjusting their hold on Fox's hand. They stopped several feet into the mix. Neither in the center nor on the edge, Angel was happy.
Fox followed along happily onto the dance floor. Being closer to the center would have been nice, since he would have had an easy excuse to be close, but this way they were close to the bar. Though he wasn't a big dancer, he had a few moves. Hell, he knew how to use his body and that's what counted. Moving with the beat, he shuffled a couple steps closer to her, making it easiter to talk if he wanted.
Grinning, Angel moved along with the music as well. She was a little uptight for a few moments until the song changed over to something even more upbeat, loud, and bouncing. Putting her arms up, like many others around, she got more into it. Not a lot, Angel was modest even when dancing, but she was having a lot of fun. Once in a while someone nearby bumped her but she didn't really notice until she was thrown into Fox. Why were people so rude? Didn't they see the nearly-six-foot-tall woman standing there? Man. Angel shook her head while balancing herself out, hands on Fox's shoulders. "Sorry!" she said over the noise.
Fox gave a thankful wink to the bloke who'd been eying Angel's ass for the past few minutes. The 'casual' bump was more a look between men that ended with him throwing the luscious blonde into Fox's arms. Fox made a mental note to buy the guy a drink later. Returning his attention to Angel, Fox smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, still dancing. He dropped his mouth next to her ear so she could hear him, "Don't worry about it. It's getting crowded so it's better to stay close anyways, don't you agree?" His mouth was close enough that his lips brushed softly over the shell of her ear.
Bastards, all of them. Angel didn't know, however, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. She looked up at Fox, mouth open just slightly as she stood in shock. Her hands touched his shoulders, hanging on gently as she swayed her hips slightly. His breath was hot. Internally she sighed.
"Ahh, yeah," was her frail agreement. Oh, yeah, she agreed. But now what? This kind of thing didn't happen to her. It just didn't.
Fox smiled, his mouth still against her ear. She'd stopped moving, so he reminded her of that by shifting just a bit closer, brushing his hips against hers as he swayed, knees bent slightly. "Don't stop dancing, Angel," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss just below her ear. He pulled his head back to smile at her, using his hands to guide her movements to match his.
Right. Dancing. They were dancing. Duh. Angel shook her head and smiled, swaying her hips with the beat of the music and with his. It was really hot in here. They needed to turn that AC on right now. Actually, it should have been on yesterday. She took a breath and then put her arms up again. This was dancing, not a commitment to anything. Don't panic.
So, she danced. Closer than she would have otherwise, but she continued to dance and had fun. This was great! Though she couldn't take her eyes away from Fox for anything.
Fox danced with her through the next several songs, changing his movements as the beat and style dictated, but never shifting further away from the schoolteacher. The crowd danced around them, but stayed packed on the floor. This was a pretty popular place.
Glancing down at Angel's face, the broad grin she had was addictive. He dropped his head a bit, speaking loud enough for only her to hear. "I'd like to kiss you again." Why the hell he asked, he had no idea, but it wasn't like she could easily escape.
The songs they were playing were her favorites! She danced more readily because she knew the lyrics and enjoyed these songs the most. Angel enjoyed it so much that she felt a lot better by the time he told her he wanted to kiss her. She looked into his eyes curiously, smiling a little bit mysteriously. "Why are ya askin'?"
Fox canted his head to one side, both amused and please by her flirting. "Why indeed," he murmured, finally dropping his head the last couple inches to kiss her softly. The kiss was completely opposite of the music and the heady way they were dancing, but he wanted that contrast, the light brush of lips against lips.
He was too good. Angel's fingers touched the side of his neck and the line of his hair as her hands moved from his shoulders inward. Gently the kiss was returned, her body only half-dancing by this point. Fox threw her so off her guard. She never knew what to think or say around him, and certainly didn't know what to do. At least here, out in the middle of Boston, no one from school would know they were out.
Though Adora was sure to get a kick out of this when Angel came into the office the next day.
Fox's hands tightened slightly on Angel's waist before he forced them to relax, to rub her back gently. He nipped at her lips, keeping it light and casual, wondering if Angel would be the one to take it deeper. He didn't give a damn about the others on the floor, and even better, no one was paying any attention to them.
Feeling a shiver run up her spine she touched his neck lightly before letting one of her arms hang down behind his back, over his shoulder. She took a slight step forward to lean against him. He was rubbing her back. It was sweet. She kissed him a little more, too shy to pick up the pace herself. Angel liked when the man did those sorts of things as she had no problem following. Initiating...that was the hard part.
No, the hard part was what was growing behind his loose jeans, but that was probably something she wasn't ready to deal with. Waiting for her to take control was all part of the mental game Fox was playing with himself. If she gave in, took the kiss deeper, then that was great. If not, at least he was kissing her. To tempt her, and tease her, Fox flicked out his tongue to lick her lips.
Oh, Lord, she was not ready. Well, in all technicality Angel was ready. She'd been there, seen it, and was not all impressed. But Fox really didn't need to go get all hot on her out on the dance floor! They were in public!
Still, she kissed him back, touching his tongue with her own. Angel was so stuck. She wanted more but she couldn't allow it. Darn it all.
After a few more moments of kissing she pulled back. "Do ya want a drink?" she needed to catch her breath anyway. And this would give him the time he needed to recover.
He wasn't getting all hot on her, it was a normal reaction any redblooded male would have. When a gorgeous, willing woman kissed the way she did, a man responded physically. But he understood her wanting to escape, so he nodded and followed her off the floor. He wans't going to wait there for her.
"What do ya want?" asked Angel as she held onto Fox's hand on the way to the bar. She expected him to say "Coke" or "Pepsi," something non-alcoholic and legal. She, however, ordered a slightly alcoholic drink consisting mostly of Sprite. Yum.
Fox leaned on the bar, watching her more than the barman. Was it worth unraveling all his work just to have a whiskey? Probably not, especially considering he had some back in his room if he wanted. "Don't care. Coke's fine."
The man brought them their drinks. Angel smiled and thanked him, paying with cash. She then sat herself on a stool and faced Fox. "Thanks fer takin' me out!" she said. She was having a lot of fun. Those kisses were a great bonus.
Smiling Fox raised his glass to her. "Thanks for coming." He took a sip of his coke, wishing there was a hefty shot of rum in it, but it didn't. Still, he managed to drink it down. "You wanna go back and dance in a bit?"
Nodding, Angel replied with a happy, "yes." She would have loved to go back out and dance, but they should probably leave in a little while. They had classes in the morning! Things to do. Angel had people to talk to.
Fox didn't really give a damn about classes in the morning. Hell, he was out with a beautiful lady. They both needed to enjoy it. He sure didn't get out often enough since arriving at TJS, and he was pretty sure Angel could always get out more.
Hell yeah she could get out more. She would have liked it if she got out more with Fox, but getting out was nice in general. Angel sipped at her drink while crossing her right leg over the left, foot tapping in time with the music. How sweet it was to be out and about! Maybe she could gather herself together and ask Fox to take her out again.
"Ready?" asked the blond when she was done with her drink, slipping off of the stool and standing up.