No consideration. That's what this was. Granted, it was a large hotel with hundreds of rooms and floors and they were separated by several of them, but, Vampire, remember? Super hearing? Obviously they never remembered.
All he wanted to do was sleep, but once again, as Angel lay there in his bed, exhausted after another day of helping the helpless, all he could do was listen to what was happening in a room four stories above him.
"Wow Charles, the way you grabbed the kid right before the Grubbok demon gobbled him was so, courageous of an act and a display of altruistic boldness putting yourself in harms way knowing those gooey fangs were going come down on you," Fred was flushed with excitement and admiration and relief and a whole lot of other emotions at the same time, yet she somehow always managed to make sense while sounding crazy.
"It was heroic, I know." Gunn beamed. He was smiling more at her than at the praise.
"Not that everyone else wasn't heroic, you all were, you all always are, everyday, putting your lives at risk to help the helpless, Wesley and Angel are equally heroic and even Cordy, I kinda feel like a small mouse surrounded by Champions, makes a girl blush."
And she was blushing. "Especially when one of those said handsome Champions happens to come home to me, though, well, it's not a home in particular, being a small room in a vast hotel that's more of an empty place since there's so many rooms and they're mostly unoccupied, not the homiest of,"
Gunn sat down and put his hands on her shoulders. "Home is where the heart is. I know it's a cliché, but it's true."
"You're making me blush again…" Fred tried to make herself small as her cheeks went red, that embarrassed smile on her face that made her look even more cute.
"Good." Gunn bends forward and kisses her forehead. "I like to make your heart beat faster."
Fred smiled, but this wasn't a shy smile. She wrapped her arms around Gunn's neck, her face coming close, the tip of her nose touching his. "Then you should kiss me more like this…" she leans closer, closing her eyes as her lips find his, pulling him into a deep, long kiss. Her tongue licks his, he parts his lips allowing entry, and their tongues flick eachothers, lick, sucking, dancing entwined and all over. Gunn leans backwards onto the bed pulling Fred down with him.
Angel closes his eyes as he hears their moans, their breaths as they kiss. He can imagine it clearly, her on top of him, her hands running over his head, his hands rubbing down her sides.
Gunn tucks his hand up Fred's shirt, fingertips gliding across her back, unhooking her bra, tugging it out of her shirt and tossing it across the room. Fred breaks the kiss, pulls Gunn's shirt off him up over his head, then lifts off her own, a playful smile on her lips and a glint in her eye.
Gunn reaches up and brushes her naked breast with his fingers. So small and so delicate. Her nipple jumps to attention, perking up at his touch. Fred giggles, Gunn pulls her down, their bare flesh touching, her breasts pressing against his hard chest, as they kiss passionately.
Angel listens as their moans get more and more audible, their kissing infectious, their breathing getting quicker. If he had a pulse it would be racing, like he can hear, feel theirs, their blood pumping, hearts beating, bodies hot and warm and all over eachother.
Involuntarily, Angel gets hard. Really hard. He reaches his hand down slowly, touches his pants softly. Immediately his cock quivers at the touch. He can still feel. He can still need. This curse, this torture, it almost drove him crazy. Fred and Gunn fooling around in the hotel didn't help. Damn it at times like this oh how he hated those Gypsies! No longer could he go out into the night and get lost in the pleasure and warmth of another's touch, another's flesh. No. It would unleash the beast. Angelus. Not even sex was worth it.
The burden of a cursed soul.
Angel didn't realize that has hand had tucked into his pants, stroking himself up and down as he reflected on his loss, his pain, his punishment. And as he listened to their lovemaking, their sighs and moaning, their pleasure. The harder their breathing, the harder he rubbed. Oh what it would be like to actually feel warm flesh, but he could imagine it, yes, Fred and Gunn at least gave him that.
