He wakes the next morning with his arm draped across her lower abdomen, she's snuggled underneath him with her eyes closed and her body steadily rising and falling with each breath she took. After his confession last night, they both stripped down of their clothing and laid in each other's arms while silence cultivated the room. Neither one spoke a single word, they just laid in bed enjoyed the other's presence.
He still felt somber about his actions last night and about his sudden confession that contributed as a reason to his abandonment issues. There was still so much he wanted to tell her, but right now all he wanted to do was kiss her luscious lips and run his fingers through her ebony tendrils.
Shawn looks at her face—soft, lips slightly moue, eyebrows furrowed together. A warm smile graces his lips as he ogles at the angelic state her face marred. He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. Angela's eyes flutter open at the sudden contact. A widened smile appears as she sees his face only inches apart from hers—eyes lingering slowly, taking in every crevice of her face.
There's still so much she could say to him about their unfinished conversation from last night, but she didn't want to pressure him into something he wasn't ready for. So instead, she shifts her body—turning so that they were now face to face with him still towering over her body. She reaches forward and runs her fingers through his bedraggled locks, tugging a sly smirk at the edges of her lips. "Is there a reason why you're looking at me like that?" she teased.
"I just really love you." He whispered, as his eyes travel down to her lips, slowly meeting her eyes again. Angela exhales a low chortle, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "And I, really love you."
Their lips detach after the intense make out session. Shawn's pink lips were swollen by the time they separated. "We gotta get up. Feeny's class starts in an hour."
"Let's just stay in bed." Shawn suggested, grabbing ahold of her wrist and gently pulling her in the comforts of his bedsheets. "I still have a hangover and I don't feel like hearing Cory giving me a speech about responsibility again." He knew his curly haired friend was anxiously waiting to slander him for his irresponsible behavior like he did the first time Shawn drank. He was grateful for his friends concern but sometimes—he wishes Cory would just let him be.
"I don't know, I have a test in my African American History class and I don't want to miss it." Angela protested, earning a disappointed pout from her puppy-faced boyfriend. She sighs deeply after debating for a while, finally giving in after he bats his long eyelashes at her pleadingly—a tactic he knew that made her turn to putty in his hands.
Damn that Shawn Hunter and those dreamy eyes of his.
They remained in bed like he suggested. Shawn returned into a deepened slumber while Angela sat with her back rested against the headboard, small piles of books and binders surrounding her as the thin blankets covered her legs. Since she skipped class today she figured she'd get ahead on some of her assignments.
She was finishing her last assignment when the sounds of light whimpers wrecked her ears. Her companions body began to tremble as his eyebrows quirked together in worry. "Shawn?" she ambles worriedly, placing a steady hand on his shoulder causing his body to spring up. Beams of sweat tricked across his forehead—his pupils were dilated and seething with a hint of worry. He blinked rapidly, his eyes darting across the room in a quick motion trying to grasp his surroundings. "Hey, hey. It's me, Angela. It's okay." She explained as she gently rubbed her hands against his thigh. The sound of her alluring voice allowed his body to ease. She strokes his hands attempting to calm his jittery nerves.
The expression on his lover's face fiend with worry. He glanced over at her with a sheepish smile, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It was just a bad dream. Guess I should really lay off of the alcohol, huh? Damn thing is making me crazy." He joked, sliding his half-naked body off the bed and planting his feet on the cold hardwood floors.
He exited the room and sauntered into the hallway heading in the direction of the bathroom. He returned ten minutes later with an exfoliated face and breath that smelled of mint toothpaste. "I'm getting a little hungry, I was thinking we could order in since we don't have any groceries in the fridge." He ignored the pleading looks on her face that begged him to explain why he woke up in a frenzy.
He knew she was worrying. She always did.
They laid down after eating a rather large breakfast spread that consisted of chocolate chip waffles, sausage, eggs and two brewing cups of steaming hot coffee. Angela's head rested against his chest, her fingers trailing against his bareness, making their way from his neck to the lower path of his stomach. Shawn's hands however were placed on her lower back, creating small patterns against the flesh of her exposed skin that peek out of the snug tank top that she wore.
Silence conquered them yet again. Each of them sat there quietly with their own lingering thoughts circulating around their minds. It took everything in her power to not pressure him about the nightmare. She wanted to ask but she knew that, eventually, at his own time he would tell her. But she couldn't understand why he was keeping so many secrets from her. Did he not trust her? She pondered, crinkling her eyebrows together and moving her fingers into the small hairs of his chest.
"...Angela?" She blinked her eyes before tilting her head up and meeting his oceanic blue orbs. She was so enhanced in her own deep thoughts that she didn't hear him calling after her. "You okay? I called your name like five times."
"Mhm. Yeah, sorry I was just thinking about something."
A smirk curled onto his lips, "Oh? Were you thinking about me?" She responded with a playful roll of her eyes. He was the only person in the world that could manage to make her smile even when she's upset.
"Actually," She sighs. "I was."
Shawn flipped her so that her back was against the mattress. He hovered over her and placed his hands firmly on the bed. "Oh yeah? what were you thinking about specifically? About my good looks?" Angela laughs, slightly shaking her head at him.
Her laughter comes to a halt after she sees the intense gaze he's boring into her. "You know, I was thinking about you too. About how incredibly smart and sexy you are." He whispers, his eyes slowly traveling from her face down to the outlines of her lips. "How you're the only person is my life that's loved me no matter what." His hands move from the bed to the top of her stomach, slowly making their way downward and past her navel all while his eyes were still fixed on hers. She swallowed the thick gulp that formed in the back of her throat.
"...How you've supported me through everything and never doubted me." His hands continuously brush against her skin until they fumble to the hem of her pajama pants. He pauses momentarily—still holding the gaze, watching her writhe underneath him.
Shawn leans forward so that his lips are brushing against her earlobes. She could feel his breath tickling at her skin. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop." His hands finally find their way inside the designated area. Both of their breaths hitch as he slowly begins to pull them down along with her underwear. "Want me to stop?" His teasing voice echoed in her ear.
She wanted to speak but her dry throat forbade her in doing so. She shakes her head, eagerly wanting to feel his fingers inside her. Angela was never thus sexual with any of her previous partners. The furthest anyone ever got was a quick feel up of her breasts. But with Shawn it was different. She wanted him to touch her—everywhere, all over—to feel his lips kissing against her skin while whispering sweet nothings to her.
Her body ached for his touch in ways that were inexpiable. His lips peppered soft kisses in the crook of her neck. A shaky breath catches in her throat after his fingers slowly graze against her soft spot. A fire ignited in her that yearned for more. They glided down her inner thighs, slowly, tauntingly making her whimper in pain.
It starts off as a blur. Her legs parted open as one of his fingers finally make their way inside of her. The feeling was new to both of them; a sharp pain sprang through her body at first, but she could feel herself easing as the padding of his fingers glided in and out of her slick folds.
"Oh—Shawn!" She whimpers, her own fingers begin to claw at his bare back seeking as an anchor for support. The euphoric feeling wrapped a pleasurable spark throughout her body. Her hips jerked along his fingers, mirroring his quick movements. Her moans were low and shaky. They ricocheted off of the thin walls, her face was twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The sight of her coming undone beneath him revved Shawn up; the bulk in his boxers increased as she released each moaning whisper in his ear.
It was new, and he was doubtful at first, but with the way she clawed at his flesh he knew it was a testament of his good doing. He pushes his nimble fingers in and out; excruciatingly slow, purposefully of course. The build-up started to overpower her, the tension boiling in her insides.
as if this pleasure wasn't enough, Shawn pressed his hardening length against her bare—grinding against her as his fingers still worked their magic.
"S-Sha, oh-my," Angela stammered incoherently. He had her just where he wanted, at the brink of her orgasm.
He pinched, curled, rubbed every inch of her insides 'til her legs began to tremble. A vicious smirk played against his lips, he placed a sweet kiss on her temple and catches her bottom lip within the grasp of his teeth. He releases it with a loud pop.
At this moment—Angela swore she was seeing stars. The feeling of his wondrous fingers, the way his hips bucked against hers, the way his lips kissed her most sensitive spots—god, she was surprised she hadn't shredded him out of his clothes yet.
"I love you." His husky voice repeated, his murmuring words traced along her lips.
He moved fast and ah-there it was. The orgasm that they were both desperately seeking for her to reach was here. One more move and her thick essence was soon going to coat his fingers. Shawn inserted his index fingers into the mix; rubbing his fingers along her slit when—
"Hey Shawnie, Feeny was looking for you and Angel—ah!" Their intimate moment was interrupted by the curly haired boy that stood in the doorway clutching a pile of books against his flattened chest. His eyes widened, and his mouth hung agape at the sight before him. There lying in the bed was Angela and Shawn participating in an activity he only dreamed of doing with Topanga.
"Cory!" Shawn yelled, hurriedly removing his hands from the inside of his girlfriend's pants. Angela quickly shimmied them back over her hips, trying to hide the look of embarrassment that was written all over her face. The bulge in Shawn's pants prevented him from shoving his obnoxious friend out of the room. He sat at the edge of the bed with a pillow rested on top of his lap. "Don't you know how to knock?!"
Cory blinked, still trying to wrap his mind around what he just witnessed. "S-Sorry, I assumed that you were—I didn't think you were, I mean..."
Angela was grateful for her darkened skin that was able to hide the embarrassing blush that filled her cheeks.
"Could you get out?" Shawn urged impatiently growing more and more agitated the longer Cory stood there.
"Yeah. Sure, Sorry about barging in like that." He quipped, shying his eyes at Angela for a quick moment before closing the wooden door behind him. Shawn released a deep breath as his hands found their way into his hair. All he wanted was privacy with his own girlfriend but there were always barriers that were constantly cutting in on them; whether it was Jack, Eric or Cory. It seemed as if they could never be left alone. Going back to her dorm room wasn't an option either as she was currently bunking with the tall, fiery red head, Rachel.
"Sorry about that, could've sworn I locked the door." He apologized, running his hands along her thighs. Angela responds with a simple nod of the head that assured him it was fine albeit she was still slightly embarrassed. By the look on his face, she knew that he wanted to return to their previous positions and as did she but they both knew that the living room was now filled with the bodies of her their friends that were probably lounging around on the couch.
"We should get cleaned up." He nodded his head in agreement. Angela slid off of the bed with the sheets still wrapped tightly around her petite body, her hair was now disheveled, her face faintly flushed from its color. She grabbed her clothing and proceeded out the door, out into the hall and to the bathroom.
With a low groan, Shawn plopped down backwards onto the bed with his groin still throbbing with dire need of contact. Damn that Cory Matthews and his evasiveness.