Angelica had always been sensitive to touch, soothed, or skittish depending on the situation. She guards such things, keeps her vulnerabilities and desires well-defended, but once discovered, there is little she can do to hold her ground. And Emrys Selwyn had found her weakness. When the light touch of his fingers on her nipple became a sting, Angelica nearly collapsed into his hands. The twin forces of pleasure and pain called to a darker desire she'd kept firmly locked away. The hint of her partner's strength, the casual way he wore his physical capacity to overwhelm her was a siren song. Angel had no desire to feel real pain in an intimate act again, but the slight taste was impossible to resist. She was an accomplished witch and her magic was enough to defend herself if needed, but the primal part of her thrilled at his physical advantage. She also didn't mind the tug of his mouth on her earring he's given her. Didn't mind one bit.
She hummed her agreement as he pulled her into his lap, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him soundly before letting her hands run back to his chest. It was a pity her ever hid in clothing. There was a moment's tussle over getting his shirt clear while his hands sought her hip and breast, but she managed with a delighted grin. She pressed a line of kisses into his shoulder before giving the juncture of his neck and shoulder a light nip.
Angel gave a frustrated huff as she fought to remove her bloomers. She couldn't manage more than releasing the fastenings and wiggling them down her hips without leaving his lap and that wasn't an option she was interested in. Not when dropping her hips into his pull let her feel him beneath her. Curse the layers between them. The heat of his breath and the flick of his tongue against her breast earned a litany of 'yes' in whispered gasps, but her hand stroking his hair and holding him against her was plenty audible. Covering his right hand with hers, she squeezed. "More." She punctuated her point with a roll of her hips, rocking against him. "I promise I won't break."
She hummed her agreement as he pulled her into his lap, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him soundly before letting her hands run back to his chest. It was a pity her ever hid in clothing. There was a moment's tussle over getting his shirt clear while his hands sought her hip and breast, but she managed with a delighted grin. She pressed a line of kisses into his shoulder before giving the juncture of his neck and shoulder a light nip.
Angel gave a frustrated huff as she fought to remove her bloomers. She couldn't manage more than releasing the fastenings and wiggling them down her hips without leaving his lap and that wasn't an option she was interested in. Not when dropping her hips into his pull let her feel him beneath her. Curse the layers between them. The heat of his breath and the flick of his tongue against her breast earned a litany of 'yes' in whispered gasps, but her hand stroking his hair and holding him against her was plenty audible. Covering his right hand with hers, she squeezed. "More." She punctuated her point with a roll of her hips, rocking against him. "I promise I won't break."
MJ made this miracle!