Something About Storms
There was just something calming about a thunderstorm. To most people he supposed this wouldn't be true but for him...nothing could be better. Everything is quieter, slower, easier. The troubles from the city seem muted, the rain washing all the noise away so that all he can hear is the rythmic thrumming over the glass and sides of the hotel.
Everything slows down, the usual air of urgency melting away. No other noise but the rain gets through and he may as well be the only one alive.
It's when he loves Angel the most. Just the two of them in the world. The urgency, noise, everything...washed away like anything else to be replaced with gentle touches and soft murmering as Angel pumps into him. Slowly, carefully. Lips and tongue gently tracing over his skin, lavishing him, whispering words into his ear that he rarely hears though he craves them.
It's when he loves Angel the most. Because it's when Angel seems to return it.