Angelina easily followed Fred's lead, and climbed on top of him. It had been a while since she felt this passion inside of her. Her fingers clawed at his skin, and made their way to the bottom of his shirt. Before ripping it off, Angelina played with the bottom, hesitating slightly. Maybe she shouldn't... screw it. Angelina forced her thoughts outside of her head and tugged at Fred's shirt. She deserved to be with someone who loved and wanted her. Ange pulled away from the kiss to look Fred in the eye, to prove she wanted this as bad as she hoped he did.