"Let's go outside for a walk." Angela suggests, promptly grabbing ahold of his arm and sauntering towards the front door. She could feel everyone's eyes boring through their backsides; disappointment is engraved upon their faces, sadness seething through their pupils. They'd all seen this behavior two years prior, when he and Cory participated in drowning their sorrows together after a temporary split between the two childhood sweethearts. Now, it was evident that Shawn had come to the Matthew's house intoxicated and upset at the news that he had no other family members besides Jack.
Albeit she hated seeing her lover in this state, she understood the pain that he was enduring. Neither one of them had a mother to call their own. They both experienced the agony of having someone they loved disappear from their lives without any reasoning. But this news was a kick in his guts. His father was dead, the woman that he thought birthed hum wasn't his real mother. Angela knew that he would spiral out of control, but she didn't expect his retaliation to return to alcohol.
He coins his fingers through his almond colored hair, tightening the grip he held around her waist. "You still love me, huh?" He asks, his angelic ocean blue eyes that were piercing through hers suddenly filled with worry. He knew that he'd disappointed her, but he needed something to help numb the pain, to help him escape his reality.
"Yeah." She states with sincerity because oh, she did love him, with every bone in her body. And she needed him to know that. That she wasn't judging him or his actions, that she just wanted him to know that he could. He shifts towards her, exerting a low whisper "We don't have any mommies." His doe blue eyes glossed with fresh tears that brimmed just at the edges of his pupils, threatening to spill. She smiles sympathetically and nods her head in understanding, "I know." She whispered back. Angela wraps her arms around his waist and guides him out the door as he leans his body onto hers for support. Behind them stood Cory and Topanga who each shared a sympathetic look with one another. Topanga could sense the urge of him wanting to run after them and walk some sense into his best friend, but both of them knew that Angela was the one he needed to be with at the moment.
"He's gonna be okay, Cor." She said before giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. He rested his head against hers then sighed inwardly; hoping and praying that her words were true.
Back at the apartment, Angela led Shawn up the stairs and through the corridor to his bedroom. With his body hoisted against her small frame, she managed to turn the light on all while keeping his stumbling body upright. She grunted, leading Shawn to the bed as she stepped over the cluttered mess of clothes and book that decorated his floors. She gently places him down at the edge of the bed. "Here let's get you out of these clothes."
He glares intensely at her underneath his length long eyelashes, ogling at the effortless beauty that she endured. He'd always thought that she was gorgeous from the first time he laid eyes on her in Feeny's Film class. It was something about her that made him yearn for more. He knew guys envied him, he always acknowledged the lustful looks that were sent her way anytime they were out in public. She was every guy's dream; smart, beautiful, comical, independent. Angela slides the leather jacket off of his arms, revealing the ashen shirt that was left underneath. She could feel his enticing gaze stalking her every move as she stood in front of him. She simply ignored it, until she felt the coldness of his hands trailing against her thighs. Her chocolate orbs met his. They were soft and filled with lust. "Shawn."
His hands trail against the sides of her body until they reach her waist. He snakes his arms around her and pulls her down, pressing her body closer to his. Her legs buckle against the sides of his waist automatically, the fabric of her lavender colored dress hikes up a bit revealing the smooth skin of her thighs that glistened under the lights. Her eyes searched his face; a mixture of confusion, pain and hurt was evident. Angela latches her arms behind his neck, her small hands play with the hairs just at the nape of it. "Baby, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Shawn nods his head as his hands rest against the smooth flesh of her exposed thighs. "Yeah. I know."
She gives him a small smile before leaning forward to press her lips against his. The fervent kiss was simple and chaste. She started to pull away until she felt his tongue gliding against her bottom lip demanding entrance. Angela parts her mouth open and grans his tongue access in greeting hers with a sensual game of dominance. Their breaths meshed as the heat between their bodies increased. Warmth boiled in the lower pits of her stomach as his lips hungrily chased after hers. The kisses were raw and bruising, making them both moan at the deliciousness of each other.
Shawn loved her lips. They were smooth and always tasted sweet like honey.
He wraps his arms around her fragile body and pulls her closer until she was greeted with the light brushing of his hardening groin that stiffened underneath her. The contact elicits a whimper from her. In a quick motion, he flips them over so that he's dominant. He hovered over her small frame, their bodies never detaching. He hooks her legs so that they're latched around his waist. He pushed the fabric of her dress further up until the sight of her underwear came into his view. With a low groan he pushes forward and grinds his hardened groin against her, creating a desired friction that ignited in both of them. Her body responded in ways unimaginable. It was no doubt in her mind that she wanted this, that she wanted him but not while he was like this. It was evident that he was trying to mask the pain with sex and she didn't want their first time together in this way.
"Shawn." She mutters against his lips, fighting for air while his hands traveled against her shoulder blades. He pulls the thin straps of her dress down, leaving her pebbles chocolate nipples out into full display. His fingers worked against the hardened nubs. She mumbles his name again, this time while slightly pushing against his chest.
"I love you, Angela." He mumbles against her skin, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She could detect the sadness seeping through his voice. She knew the pain was still eating him alive.
"Shawn-Baby, hey." She nudges him with a little more force than before which finally causes him to peel his swollen lips away from her skin. He lifts his head and looks at her curiously. Angela sits up on the bed, fixing her attire before grabbing ahold of his hands. Both of their hormones were still raving with envy, but she knew that this was more important.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" He coils a mere scoff.
Angela's thumb brushes against the skin of his knuckles, "Your mom-Verna, I mean." She chastises herself at her unintentional slip up. At this, Shawn elicits a low chuckle. He wets his lips with his tongue as he leans forward and begins to close the distance between them.
"No. You know what I wanna do?" His husky voice asks. Before his lips could come into contact with hers, they were greeted by the plush of her right cheek.
"Shawn, I'm serious." He sighs audibly as he moves back. "I know something is bothering you otherwise you wouldn't have shown up drunk at Mr. Matthews' birthday party."
"It was just a few beers, Angela. Its not a big deal." He mumbles
"It is to me." She whispers, her voice was so small and low that he could practically hear the pain seething through. "I don't want what happened last time to happen again." He flinched at the mere mention if his past encounter when he was drunk. He was still infuriated with himself for pushing her against the door like that, for allowing the small can of beer to obtain such a great amount of power over him. He knew he scared everyone when he drank, especially Angela. After that incident, he promised himself that he would never drink again 'til tonight.
"Hey, that's not gonna happen again. Ever." He assures her with a gentle squeeze of her hands, but he could visibly see the doubt still lingering in her mind and face.
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do. I know that I love you and that I'll never hurt you like that ever again. I promise." Angela seemed to ease at his assuring words as she felt the pad of his thumb caressing the cup of her cheek. She knew that Shawn would never hurt her, but it didn't stop he from worrying.
"You promised that you wouldn't drink again, that we would talk through and about our problems together Shawn, like a couple. You can't just run to alcohol anytime you're dealt with a problem that you have to face." Angela quipped in a stern voice, hoping that her message would be powerful enough for him to receive. She's seen her lover deal with issues that are unfathomable for anyone his age. She's seen him struggle to overcome the issues that resided alongside him. She didn't want him enduring that pain anymore. He'd already been through enough; the universe had kicked him more times known to man. She just needed for him to let her be there for him.
"You don't understand." He sighs inwardly, releasing the grip of her hands frim his so that he's able to truffle them through his disheveled hair. "My entire life I've dealt with people I love leaving me at some point in time; from my dad, to Verna and even you." She glares at him with her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Then it hit her.
The reasoning for his behavior tonight was not only a testament to finding out that Verna wasn't his birth mother, but also to the fear that just like his parents, she'd walk out of his life one day and never come back. That she would leave him heartbroken and null. That was his reality, people entered and exited his life and unfortunately, he succumbed to it. But he didn't want that reality with Angela. He loved her with everything in him and just imagining her leaving him sent a horrid pang throughout his entire body. Tears stung at the back of his eyes just at the thought.
Angela was taken back when he suddenly captured her into a tightening hug. His chin rested against the top of her crown, he inhaled her natural essence feeling at ease once she mirrors his actions and latches her arms around his. He squeezes his eyes shut and sits there quietly holding his girlfriend in his arms as if he were afraid to let her go. "Never leave." He murmurs after a while, the statement catches her by surprise but instead of replying she pulls back and ensures him with a deepened kiss.