OK. Here's more. If you haven't already, I added a little more at the end of the last chapter. So here's the big one. Anyways, review, as usual and enjoy.
Angel's Gifts
We were flying high, over all of the skyscrapers and people, who from this height looked like tiny little ants. For once, he looked comfortable, happy, free. This was his place, and I could tell. I held his shirt in my hand, my other hand dangling loosely over his shoulder. He held me so our chests were together, his bare and shining in the sunset; mine covered with the thick sweater he had loaned me. One of his arms was around me, holding my back, the other was free.
I loved him like this. It was the one place where he was himself, it seemed. Where nobody told him what to do, where he wasn't under any obligation except to himself.
"Having fun?" he asked, looking shyly down at me.
I pressed my head into his bare chest, kissing the skin that lay there, "I love you." I hadn't really meant to say it, it just kind of escaped. It didn't matter that he knew. He didn't look at me, but stared absently off into the beautiful colors of the clouds surrounding the sun.
"You're the first person who's ever said that to me."
I looked up at him, a rush of sadness sweeping through me, "Are you serious?"
"Well," he sighed, "The first one to mean it."
"Then let me say it again," I decided to cheer him up, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"How much?" he asked, amused.
"More then you could ever imagine," I said.
"Well, it's not really a secret but," he looked down at me, meeting my eyes, "I love you too."
"You're right," I said, "That's not a secret." He smiled. A few minutes later, he circled around and headed for the condo, which lay just outside of the city. We entered the house right as it fell dark.
"I think I'm gonna shower," he announced.
"Want company?" I asked, sticking our leftover dinner in the fridge.
"I'm always up for some company," he said, "Plus, I can never reach certain parts of my wings."
"So I see I'm definitely needed," I said. He nodded and started to steer me to the bathroom. I didn't protest, and willingly let him begin to remove my clothes as we moved, so by the time we were at the door, both of us were already bare.
Now isn't that convenient?