WHO Desmond and Angela WHAT Sorting out their relationship WHEN August 31st, mid afternoon WHERE Anglea's Place Desmond was fidgeting. His clothes felt too tight, his skin too warm. Angela was so pretty. How was he going to impress her? He tugged at the sleeves of the outfit he wore, uncomfortable with himself. In one hand he held a loose bouquet of carnations, roses, and baby's breath. Angela's door, a large oak affair that all of the apartments had -- something that made the building look refined and classy -- was shut, and something about the looming brass embossed number on the polished wood made him all the more anxious. They hadn't really talked about the kiss, the warmth of skin against skin, how incredible her hair smelled. Flushing a little with the memory, Desmond was horrified to find his hand moving on its own accord, knuckles meeting that same intimidating wood.
Angela had just finished unpacking when there was a knock at the door. She went to answer it, smoothing out her red blouse as she went, grateful that she'd cleaned before she'd gone on the camping trip. A part of her hoped it was Desmond at the door. She wanted to see if the attraction she'd felt had been the moonlight or if perhaps a bit more than that. She smiled as she opened the door and took Desmond in. Her smiled turned into a megawatt grin when she spotted the floors.
Desmond grinned when she pulled back, the kiss something brilliant and wonderful for him. "I-- well, I actually took a flower arragement class--- good lord I'm a queer aren't I?" But he laughed and stepped inside glancing around her place. "It's lovely in here." it was something he'd said a few times before, but still. Turning back to her, he gave her a quick once over. "You look lovely." He tugged at the sleeves of his shirt again and then tilted his head at her. "So um.... I suppose I ought to out and ask it...Would you like to be my girl friend?"
His question made Angela pause. She set the flowers down and turned to him, not quite sure what to say. Was this why he was so nervous? She wanted to pull him close and kiss him again, but girlfriend...she hadn't even considered it yet. Several different possiblities and scenerios were suddenly running through her head. She wet her lips and gave in, pulling him close, "You realize of course that I'll probably drive you crazy at some point? Do you know what you'd be getting yourself into?"
Desmond made a noise of surprise as Angela pulled him close. He met her eyes, his gaze quietly questioning, and when she spoke he let out a high-pitched giggle, his eyes going wide. "Oh-- I... no... I'll probably drive you mad. You know? I... I'm so bloody bitchy. And... well, sod it. We can drive each other mad then, yeah?" He giggled again and leaned in close to her nuzzling her neck briefly. "And everyone will see what a beautiful girlfriend I have." The idea of having Angela as his girlfriend, beautiful, brilliant Angela, made him feel good in too many ways to explain.
Angela closed her eyes when he went for her neck, shuddering slightly at the touch. She bit her lip and resisted the sudden urge to ask him if he'd still want her if she was ugly. A part of her wanted this, Desmond one of the few people she was truely comfortable around, but there was also the potential for disaster. She wanted to kiss him, finish what they'd been edging towards the night before and yet she also wanted to be practical. A part of her needed to be practical about this. Impusively she kissed his forehead before she told him, "Not sure how great I'd do as a girlfriend. I tend to be a bit bossy and there's that pesky habit of sleeping with fellow rangers that I probably wouldn't get rid of."
Desmond shrugged a little, his blue gaze bright. "I like bossy. Really I do." At her next point he frowned, his eyes getting a little darker. "Well... yeah. The whole... hormone spike..." He hated the bloody things. Great source of frustration and waste of time they were. "Well, you know. If you can find me, you could always... um... sleep with me. But I... I understand Love. The whole thing can be a great mess." He gave her a quiet smile, his eyes thoughtful. "It happens though, I understand." Angela had a good point -- and though Desmond couldn't see himself sleeping with Penny any time in the near future, he knew it was a possibility that the hormone spikes would win over while they were with others.
Angela cupped his face, needed to reassure him. "I would try to find you and that's not what I meant," she told him, before she smiled apologetically, "If someone else needed help I couldn't say no." She smiled, more of an actual smile this time as she pointed out, "Never actually slept with a fellow ranger when it wasn't due to a spike, so this would be new to me. Would be nice though." She had to wonder if this is where they agreed to go on a date or if they'd start kissing again, because she really wasn't decided on which she wanted more.
Desmond grinned brightly as Angela's gentle fingers touched his face, as she explained what she meant. "Oh. Right. Yeah, that's... I mean, you're the Red... you have to..." He shrugged a little and then, in a sudden and compulsive movement, wrapped one arm around her waist, the other taking her hand. Swinging them around, he danced with her for a moment, waltzing in a wide arc, a trick he'd learned for dance classes enforced by his mother early on. "Now, I suppose the proper thing to do, would be to ask you out on a date date."
Angela laughed, she didn't know Desmond could dance like this. She grinned, brightening, a lighter topic was needed. "A date would be good," she told him, "What were you thinking?"
Desmond laughed, meeting her gaze again. "I don't know... dinner, perhaps we could go dancing or... just watch a movie. It doesn't really matter." He was just excited to be with her, to know what she thought of him. "Or we could get dinner and do a movie."
"Dinner and a movie," Angela decided, "It's classic. Can't go wrong with it." She leaned in, gave his cheek a kiss before laying her head on his shoulder. "So," she ventured, "Do I get a kiss now or do I have to wait for the end of the date?"
Desmond felt his heart speed up at Angela's words and he gave her a small smirk. "Well, I have to say, I didn't get quite enough kissing on the camping trip." He leaned in, his hands moving to grasp her waist, and met their lips in a slow and gentle kiss. The contact was soft, their lips just touching. Then, after only minute hesitation, the brunette leaned in further, deepening this kiss, relishing in it. Angela smelled incredible, her mouth was sweet and warm and he pulled her closer, enjoying the contact.