Loyalty…

It was good to have Rixon back, even if I was a little over protective and cautious. After fixing him up and making him a big bowl of mac'n'cheese,-it was the only thing I could cook-and watching him devour the lot. I left him on the sofa watching TV, he was fascinated with what he'd missed, and went to make his bed.

To finish off I fluffed the pillows, "Rixon," I called, he's had a long day-few years-and he needed to rest, I turned to see him leaning against the door frame. Hands in his pockets and legs crossed, smiling in a very mischievous way. "You need to get some sleep." I said blankly, I knew what he was thinking and I wasn't going to be the reason of any more of his pain.

"Kat, sweetheart, it's been three years." He smirked, walking over to me. I could see he was a lot better than a mere 2 hours ago; he wasn't limping for a start. When he reached me he leant down and kissed my neck so lightly I felt myself lift up, anticipating more. "I've missed you so much," he purred, his accent thick and hot.

I felt foggy, I had to control myself. This couldn't happen, not while he was in this state. "Rixon," I pushed against his chest, warm and solid. Safe. "I'm not going to do this with you now, not like this." I gestured to him, but he laughed in response.

"Like what? I'm absolutely fine." He stepped forward, bent slightly and lifted me up, giving me no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him.

I didn't want us to fall, now did I?

Lifting me up with such ease, like before, did kind of prove his point. Maybe he was better, he was a Fallen Angel, and they didn't exactly need months to heal. If we went easy, then maybe it'd be ok, seeing as it had been 3 years for him. That's a long time for anyone, let alone someone like Rixon.

I rested my forehead against his, "I've missed you too." Although he'd only been I Hell for 3 years, we hadn't seen each other in about 4, it had killed me, but when he needs space he needs space and I wasn't going to risk everything I had with him because I was a clingy little demon. I knew he'd had other 'relationships' I also know he thought I had too. I hadn't, but I wasn't going to tell him that. In all my years, it was only ever Rixon.

Always.

I heard him moan, and then he dipped me down and put me on the bed. I kept my legs wrapped around him, my hands entwined in his hair so he couldn't pull away. I pulled his face to mine and was about to say something but before I got it out, his lips were on mine pushing against them so forcefully I was losing my breath. He didn't have a T-shirt on so I was running my hands over his back, being very careful of his scars, I've never used his wing scars to look into his past and I never wanted to. It was his past, if he wanted to share it he would.

He was fully laying on me now, but clearly hadn't thought it through as he was savagely-unsuccessfully-trying to unbutton my jeans and get my vest off, "Rixon," I moaned, stifling a laugh "just calm down and it'll be easier."

He just grunted into my collarbone, so I carried on playing with his dark, thick, glossy hair and laughing.

I could hear the birds singing when I woke up, just because Rixon's place was underground didn't mean it was sound proof.

"God dam birds..." I mumbled as I tried to turn over, unsuccessfully, as Rixon had his head I the crook of my neck, softly breathing on me, and sending shivers down my spine. His right arm was across my waist, his left was under my pillow so his hand came out and was entwined with mine, and one of his legs were tangled up with both of mine.

I was in a tangle of Rixon….hmmm.

I heard my phone buzz from on the bedside cabinet. I tried to shift Rixon's arm off of me but it was like shifting a led weight, in this position, was not easy. So I tried to lean forward enough to reach it with my spare arm and was suddenly dragged back so quickly it winded me slightly.

"Ouch, Rixon!" I cried.

"Where are you going?" He asked into my back.

"I just need to check my phone." I assured him. He loosened his grip around my waist, and moved his head off of my neck. "Thank you." I huffed and leant over and unlocked my phone.

Nora-Hi would you like to come for dinner today? 4pm.

"That's hardly 'dinner' time." Rixon scoffed untangling himself from me and running his hands through his hair.

"Mmm," I nodded in agreement. "I'll just say yeah." I tapped in my reply and set my phone down again. I rested my hand on his upper arm and ran the length of it down. He had so many scars, some I recognised some I didn't.

"I wouldn't do that," he looked at me and laughed, I replied with a look of confusion, "Unless you want to go for a fourth time, Las." He raised an eyebrow then was suddenly on top of me.

He had my hands pinned above my head and was kissing my face and neck all over, so slobbery too, but I couldn't do anything but laugh. Then suddenly he stopped, his face went serious and he looked down at my exposed hip.

He let go of my hands and I knew what he'd seen before he even said anything. "What's this?" he demanded, his voice rang out around the room. His accent became very thick and heavy, this only happened when he was mad or trying to be seductive.

It was a bit late for seduction.

I sat up pushed him off me and got out of the bed. "It's just a tattoo," I walked towards the dresser, pulled out one of his Football Jerseys and yanked it on, "You don't like it, I get it." I stomped off into the kitchen.

I hard he bed sheets rustle and then some footsteps, "Don't ye walk away from me!" he came padding out into the living room now wearing gym shorts. I carried on until I was in the kitchen and began opening and slamming cupboards. "Are you crazy? You'll break them off their hinges!" he exclaimed running into the kitchen after me.

"You've not been here for three years, what does it matter?" I snapped back as I slammed another cupboard.

"It matters because it's my bloody kitchen," he followed me around the island, waiting for me to slam the final cupboard, "Just stop being such a cow."

I gave it all my force this time, and slammed it so hard it did actually split the wood. I made my way to the fridge/freezer.

"No, Kat," he warned, stepping closer, "Not the fridge."

I reached towards it, whistling the tune to The Lion King's Hakuna Matata.

"Ok, ok, ok…I'm sorry." He said through gritted teeth. He hated apologising. I looked back at him; he had his hands raised in front of him.

"For what?" I asked simply.

"To be frank, I don't quite know. You were the idiot, scaring that perfect boy of yours." He laughed, I didn't want to laugh. I reached for the fridge again.

"Ok, I'm sorry I called ye an idiot…" he looked at me, he still wasn't done, "and for judging the tattoo?" it was more of a question.

I walked away from the fridge and fell onto the sofa, switching on the TV.

"Why did ye get it?" he asked, sitting on the coffee table, placing a hand on my thigh, he really did look sorry, "and, what is it?

"It's Angel wings, and it's so I have a reminder I'm still at least part Angel, that I'm still half good even if I don't always feel it." I looked down at his hand.

"Even if you don't feel it, you're good. You're my good." Rixon said sweetly bringing my hand to his mouth to kiss.