The familiar noises of the city woke Angel up. Eyes opening, he yawned in his grogginess, looking over his still sleeping lover. Alastor's ears twitched as he snoozed, a slight smile as he murmured unintelligible words. Not wanting to disturb his slumber, Angel carefully slipped away from his comforting grasp. As much as he wanted to stay, he was really beginning to get worried. Nearly knocking over the lamp in the process, he opened a curtain, rubbing an eye as the light cast on him.

It was as he feared. The snow had melted, only a few tufts here and there, and the sky was completely visible.

"Already up...?"

Before he could turn around, he felt arms wrap around his waist, and lips on his neck. Unable to stop a moan, he melted into his lover's grasp, his upper arms going around Alastor's neck. The kisses trailing up his jawline, he eventually felt lips right on top of his. Looking into the deer's eyes, he saw the same passion he saw in those other nights, the fire within them not faltering for even a second. Pupils dilating, Angel turned all the way around and pushed gently, guiding them back onto their bed, and mounting him.

"I guess I was scared for nothing..."

"Why would you be scared?" Alastor asked curiously, but Angel only shook his head.

Smiling, Angel took off his now uncomfortable sweater, Alastor's eyes lowering upon seeing the now bare spider, then back up, his cheeks flushed.

It looks like they'd be skipping breakfast today.

Fin.

If any of you are discontent and would like a proper lemon... then let me know, and I may write something extra for this. I have been busy working on Feel and Caliber (in which, Feel will definitely have a lemon while Caliber is unsure).