A/N: Hey Friends. Got a nice-and-awkward-with-fluff-long chapter for yah. This will fill your curiousity about why Griffin was in her bed. Heh. Wouldn't that be nice to wake up to? ;) Lol. Thanks to readers and reviewers. Please review!
Chapter 14: Re-Living Memories
Griffin saw Angela scamper into the bathroom from the corner of his eye. He heard the door lock, too. 'Must be her "lair".' He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. Griffin wondered why he ever said yes to joining up with them. His mind was saying it was because of David, but he himself wasn't sure. He shook his head and got out of the bed. Griffin scooped up his clothes and jumped to his lair.
He threw down his clothes on the couch and drew in a breath. He hadn't been home in two or three days. 'Nice to be home.' He walked over to a cabinet next to the couch. Opening it, he grabbed a towel and jumped.
Griffin was now in a warm tropical environment. He had jumped to his showering spot on an island in the Philippines. Breathing in the salty breeze, he walked over to a portable shower hanging from a palm tree branch. Griffin was trying his hardest to remember last night as he pulled off what little clothes he was wearing.
He stepped under the shower and pulled on the string. Warm water poured out onto his skin, his face getting the brute force. As the water cascaded over him, his memory of the events from the night before started rushing back.
Griffin had cracked opened his eyes slightly as someone flopped onto the bed. When he looked, he could see a shadow with a womanly form. "Angela?" he softly stumbled over her name.
She rolled over, facing him. "Griffin," she slurred. The alcohol on her breath was strong.
"Have you been drinkin'?" he asked, knowing he had been earlier.
"Jus-Just a lil' bit," she hiccuped. She rubbed an eye as she huddled close to him.
Griffin could still feel a little buzz himself. "I think you had alot," he said rolling over from his back, now facing her. He couldn't see much in the darkness, but he could feel Angela's eyes on him. He felt her hand brush along his cheek. "Wha're you doin'?" Griffin asked, pulling the hand off his cheek.
Griffin felt a breath pushing against his own. "Grwiffin," she whispered in an almost childish voice.
"Yeh?" He was beginning to wonder how much she really had to drink. Waiting for a response, he laid there silently. Minutes passed and Griffin was trying to figure out if she fell asleep or not. He moved close to her face, but couldnt tell. He thought she looked calming even if she wasn't asleep. His hand let go of hers and stroked her hair gently. That's when he felt her lips crashing against his own.
Next thing Griffin knew, he was on his back again with Angela straddling his hips. Her hands on his chest, and his on her waist. It took a few more kisses until Griffin realized what was going on. "As much as I'm enjoyin' this, we really shouldn't righ' now," he told her, pulling away from her enticing kiss.
"H-why not?" she pouted kissing his cheek once.
"You're wasted and I'm not taking a'vantage of yeh."
She leaned down to his face and whispered, "You got alcohol taste, too."
"Yer still drunker than me," he rolled Angela back to her side of the bed. "Sleep it off. If you feel the same when sober, then we can talk," he kissed her cheek and rolled to the opposite side. He slept facing the bathroom a majority of the night.
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Angela stared into the mirror furiously at herself as she brushed her coal black hair. She was angry at herself about last night. Everything hit her when she was in the shower and literally fell when she remembered. Angela pulled her sleeve up an inch and looked at the fiery welt she had on her arm, right below her shoulder. 'Smart move, Ang.' She rolled her eyes and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. 'Maybe he doesn't remember.' She sighed. 'Doubt it. He was more sober than I was. I'll have to face him eventually, too.'
She pulled the end of her indigo t-shirt down as she walked to the door. Hesitantly, she unlocked and opened the door. She peeked out before walking into her room. 'Not in here.' Angela sensed a jump as she sat on the bed. "Crap," she groaned as she pulled her boots on. Knowing there's no running or hiding from him, she got up and went into the living room.
Angela's eyes went directly to Griffin, who was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. His clothes were different. 'That's what that jump musta been.'
Griffin was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black shirt embellished with a skull. And that same familiar leather jacket was on the table. He noticed she was looking at him. "Hey," he said taking his feet off the table.
Angela put her hands in the pockets of her blue dark washed jeans. "Hey," she said quietly. Angela walked slowly, watching the floor as she stepped, to sit next to him.
"So do you-" he began.
"Yeah..." Angela cut him off. She pulled her hands out of her pockets. She twiddled her thumbs once or twice as she looked over at Griffin, who was staring intensely at her. "I remember."
Griffin raised an eyebrow. "Everything?"
She nodded and saw him smirk as he turned, looking at the floor. Her mind quickly ran through what happened. 'Drunk. Snuggling. That kiss. More kissing. What he said about being sober and feelings: "If you feel the same when sober, then we can talk".' She looked at him again. 'I feel the same! Pay attention ya lousy Brit!' Her mind roared with things to say. Angela didn't think saying anything would be right at all. She got up and sat on the coffee table and slid in front of him, where his feet previously vacated. He looked up at her with slight amusement. Angela leaned forward and planted a simple kiss on Griffin's lips.
When she pulled back, she felt her heart beating madly. She saw Griffin begin to smile. "I know you said we could talk but-" She didn't notice Griffin inching forward and snaking his hands around her back until he yanked her towards him, cutting off her ramble. She was now sitting across his lap which, for some reason, made her feel awkward. "Err..."
Griffin hugged her tightly. "I didn't say we had to actually talk," he whispered. His warm breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine.
The hug ended and Angela snuggled close to Griffin. For once, her guard against the world was down and she felt at ease. She smiled with a small sigh. 'Comfort. This is nice.'
They sat completely still except for the movement of breathing, until she felt Griffin's hand under her chin guiding her to look at him. Angela went to say something but Griffin silenced her with his lips. 'How can a hard-assed guy like Griffin be so...romantic?' She knew a bit about his past and knew he always put up a front. She called it a 'survival mode'. She got caught up in her thoughts. That is until he playfully bit her lower lip. Angela pulled away towards the open couch area on his left. He turned, following her, and kissed her roughly.
'Can too much of a good thing be bad? Who cares?!' She snickered and pulled his face close to hers. Their eyes locked as they both shifted around.
Griffin was practically hovering over top of her now. "Someone more comfortable?" he asked kissing her neck.
Angela giggled and nodded. Her hands tugged at his shirt. He looked at her with a curious grin before he pulled the shirt off over his head and threw it on the floor. "Someone work out?" she asked while sliding a hand over his toned chest.
"Possibly," he said before kissing her once more. Angela wondered how they became such fast friends. She laughed in her mind as Griffin pinned her arms down next to her head.
"Hey!" She tried lifting her arms up. She smiled at him mischievously. He smirked back and kissed her neck again. Angela turned her head, making it easier for him, and he bit down softly. She felt her breath catch and gasped for air. Griffin bit harder and Angela sensed a jump. 'Griffin must've too.' He sat upright.
"Oh...uh, sorry," someone said awkwardly.
Angela recognized the voice as David's. "David?" She asked, pushing herself up on her elbows. "Griffin, can you...?" she tried getting up again.
"Sorry," he said getting off Angela and picking up his shirt.
He was putting his shirt on as Angela looked to David. "Sorry David," she blushed a bit. 'Embarrasante!'
David was looking at Angela, but she saw his eyes linger to Griffin twice. "I should've gave you a time. I didn't mean to...interrupt anything," he trailed off.
'He looked jealous almost. Note to self: Ask Griff about his relationship with David.' Angela shook her head as Griffin sat down next to her. "It's all good. So down to business?" she looked from David to Griffin. The two men nodded. "Good." She jumped away to her room and returned with a red folder, which she slapped down on the coffee table.