Written for a prompt: candle (word), blanket (word), "If you're going to keep looking at me, then at least speak." (dialogue), apple (word)

Word count: 465

Angelina looked at Montague crossly. He had been staring at her for awhile.

"What?" she finally asked.

He merely smiled and shook his head.

"If you're going to keep looking at me, then at least speak," she said, frustrated at his silence.

Montague grinned wolfishly and wrapped the blanket tightly around their bodies.

"Montague," Angelina groaned, knowing this game well. "If you were going to be an arrogant asshole, you might as well have eaten an apple."

Montague scowled, but acknowledged Angelina's words. He leaned over and kissed her - an innocent, chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Say something," Angelina begged. "Please, say anything. I'm giving up on -"

She didn't get to finish her words before he covered her mouth with his. He finally broke the kiss and said one word.

"Don't."

Angelina looked up at him in shock. She hadn't heard his voice in awhile and the roughness and intensity with which he spoke sent tingles through her body.

"Say that again." She coyly tangled her hands in his hair. She bit her lip seductively, although she wasn't aware of how her behaviour affected him.

Growling, Montague turned away from her.

"Stop with these games, Angelina," he snarled, lighting a candle with a flick of his hand. "I'm getting bored of your vampish games."

"Well then, you should have stayed with that Daphne bint," Angelina protested huffily.

That got Montague's attention. Angrily, he lifted Angelina up, startling a yell from her, and set her down on the bed, using his strength to pin her to the bed.

"Never say that bitch's name again," he warned.

Angelina was scared. Montague had never handled her in such a way before. She was surprised there were butterflies in her stomach. Did she like this treatment?

Trying to act nonchalantly so Montague wouldn't suspect her, Angelina casually said, "Oh, I'm sorry you still have feelings for her. Poor girl."

"Angelina!" Montague said in an outburst of a combination of rage, frustration and - something else that seemed way too close to love for comfort.

"Why, Montague, I didn't know you were so passionate," Angelina teased, knowing she would get a rise out of him.

Instead, Montague surprised Angelina when he said, "Let me show you."

It was a tender and loving kiss that woke Angelina up the next morning.

"Did I prove it to you?" Montague asked, holding Angelina in his arms. He admired her beauty once again as she sleepily woke up. She looked less formidable in the morning. Probably something to do with the lightness in her eyes and the fact that her sharp tongue had yet to work.

Angelina merely smiled and sighed contentedly. She kissed his hand in answer before closing her eyes.