Angels in the Shadows
Chapter Seven: Afternoon Delights
Anthony opened his eyes to the lovely feeling of Amy's body pressed against his and her arms wrapped around his torso. A shaft of sunlight came through the window, landing on her hair, and he twirled a strand of it in between his fingers, growling softly as he stroked it across his cheek. He disentangled his fingers, moving down to her cheek, then to her shoulders, rubbing gently, and Amy purred in satisfaction. "Mmmm…that feels quite nice, Anthony."
He grinned at her and kissed her shoulder, nipping the flesh, and then pulled the sheet covering her down a bit, kissing the hollow of her throat. Amy shifted so she was on her back, and then whimpered at the slight ache she felt between her legs.
Anthony saw the look of slight pain in her eyes and cupped his face in her hands, giving her a look of concern. Amy smiled and traced his face with her fingers. "I'm okay, babe. Just a bit sore from last night, that's all."
Anthony nodded in understanding, and then pointed over his shoulder to the bathroom door. Amy cocked her head at him, a bit confused, and he sighed and mimed washing his hair. She giggled, understanding. "Thanks, I could use a shower." She paused, giving him a look of mock exasperation. "Could you kindly get off me so I can get up and take a shower?"
He pouted, but complied and rolled off her, allowing her to sit up. As she did, he noticed a large burn scar between her shoulder blades. It looked old, and he reached out and traced it with his fingertips. Amy shivered under his touch, pulling away. "It's from the fire. A piece of the roof fell on me. I…I was lucky. The doctors said that even with surgery, the scar will never go away."
Anthony sat up and wrapped his arms around her, then took her arm, tapping on it, and she looked down as he 'wrote' on her skin.
'B E A U T I F U L.'
Amy smiled, tears in her eyes, and kissed him. "Thank you. I should go get cleaned up." She headed for the shower, and Anthony growled in appreciation at her naked body. Amy laughed and sashayed into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her, and Anthony chuckled and laid back, his hands under his head and listened to the sound of the shower. He moaned at the image of Amy in the shower, wet, naked, glistening, her hair plastered to her head as beads of water ran down her throat, then lingered on her perfect breasts, moved down to her toned and flat stomach, then to the silken hair between her thighs…
Anthony bolted out of bed and ran into the bathroom, yanking open the shower curtain and stepping into the shower, giving Amy a look of such animal lust that she felt her knees go weak. Anthony slammed her against the wall of the shower, fisting his hands in her wet hair and kissing her so hard she tasted blood on her lip. She kissed back as hard, digging her fingers deep into his back and lifting one leg to hook around his waist. He held her steady, and then thrust into her in one hard, swift movement, and she threw her head back and screamed in joy as her lover set a relentless pace, pounding in and out of her.
She felt her legs turn to jelly as she came, and only Anthony's arm around her waist kept her from collapsing onto the floor of the shower. "You…are…insatiable."
Anthony chuckled darkly against her throat, and then nodded at her, and Amy rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. "Well, get out so I can get cleaned up. You might want to strip the bed."
Anthony grinned, shaking his head, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo off the shelf, waving it in front of her, and she made a grab for it. He pulled it out of her reach, smirking, and twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, sighing. Amy rolled her eyes again and gave him a friendly shove. "Out! I can wash my own hair!"
Anthony pouted, then handed her the shampoo and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and headed back to the bedroom, stripping the sheets-which had a spot of blood on them-off the bed and tossing them into the hamper. He pulled on a pair of trousers and a shirt, and then walked out onto the balcony, gazing at the active city below.
"Anthony?" He turned at the sound of Amy's voice. She walked out to him, concern on her face. "You okay?"
He nodded, then took her arms and turned her so she was facing outward. He pointed to a clump of trees, and Amy peered, and then grinned in delight. "An eagle!"
Anthony nodded, and Amy smiled. "This view is absolutely spectacular. I feel like I'm touching the clouds up here." Anthony purred against her throat, and she laughed. "Does that mean you agree?"
He nodded, and Amy chuckled. "I thought so. It's a good thing today's my day off, or I'd be very late for work."
Anthony gave her a wicked grin and tugged on her hand, stepping back towards the bedroom. Amy shook her head in amused exasperation. "You're impossible. Besides, there's nothing on the bed but the mattress and pillows."
Anthony shrugged and continued to tug, and Amy laughed. "Very well." Anthony grinned and led her into the bedroom.
One hour later, Amy felt extremely sated. She propped herself up on her elbow and smirked at Anthony. "Satisfied now?"
He made a seesawing motion with his hand, and she rolled her eyes. "What do you want to do, spend the entire day making love?" An eager nod and Amy chuckled. "Have a care for me, babe. I need time to recover, and I suspect you do too. Oh, don't give me that look."
Anthony smiled and kissed her. Amy sighed, enjoying the taste of him. "Anthony, was I….good?"
He gave her a brilliant smile and nodded, then cocked his head at her, his expression inquisitive. She gulped, blushing. "Well…I asked because…you were obviously….umm…experienced…and…I…wasn't…and…" she was silenced when he pressed his fingers to her lips in a shushing gesture. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her slowly and deeply, gazing into her silver eyes.
He placed his hand on her stomach, tapping again, and Amy watched with happy tears in her eyes as he wrote.
'I L O V E Y O U.'
"I love you too."
Anthony felt himself soar at her words. She loved him. He wanted to shout his victory to the Heavens, but he couldn't. Instead, he pulled his Silver Eyes into a deep, passionate kiss, thanking God that she had come into his life.
She had done more than save his life that night, he realized.
She had ensnared his heart and soul.
