016: Three Little Words

The lazy Saturday passed by slow, just as Danny and Angela liked it. The afternoon slowly crept up on the couple and stomachs began to growl. Another storm seemed to be brewing in the mid-March weather, and from the reports on the radio, it sounded like it was going to be a big one. Even though it was only about three in the afternoon, the sky was nearly black with clouds.

"I like storms," Angela said, decidedly as she flipped through the Chinese menu that Danny had handed her. "I think they're therapeutic."

"Mhm…" Danny said, not really listening as he flipped through his own menu.

"Especially the thunder. I like the thunder."

"Yeah."

Angela threw him a look, but he wasn't looking at her.

"Oh, and I like it when the green rain falls with the purple polka-dotted clouds."

"Mhm…" Danny agreed.

"Danny!"

"I'm just kidding," he grinned as he walked over to his phone to make the order. "Figure out what you want for lunch?"

"Shrimp fried rice."

"You always get that."

"Because I know it's good. What are you getting? Sesame chicken?"

Danny hesitated before saying in a very unconvincing tone, "No."

"Liar. Admit it. We like routine."

"Yes, I'd like to place an order," Danny said into the phone as he rolled his eyes at Angela who subsequently threw a pillow at him.

The storm did end up meeting the expectations of the weathermen and Danny and Angela listened to the rage of the wind and rain inside as they ate their routine Chinese meal. It was actually still quite cold, and Angela had suggested that they light the fire in Danny's fireplace, and so it crackled happily in the corner of the room as the two of them sat on the floor in by his couch.

In mid-bite the lights went out.

"Well, this is kind of a damper, isn't it?" Danny said, though Angela could only see his silhouette in the fire.

"Flashlights?"

"Uh, yeah, there are some in the kitchen… I'll get some."

"I'll help—"

The only thing that Angela accomplished by helping was that the two of them ran into each other about every twelve seconds.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, sorry, Danny! I didn't know you were there."

"Well, I am."

"Wait, this flashlight doesn't work."

"Damn. Maybe there are some over—"

"Ouch, Danny that was my foot!"

"Well, you moved!"

"Yes, people tend to do that."

"Oh, shush."

Danny had apparently found a working flashlight because the kitchen was suddenly illuminated by a beam of yellow light.

"Here, this will do. Now you walk in front so I don't step on you again," Danny grinned.

Angela sat down back on the floor and watched Danny set the flashlight up so that it pointed up to the ceiling, giving off some light in all directions. He walked back over to her and sat down. It was a rather homey feeling as he was dressed in some grey sweatpants and a white cotton shirt and she was in some flannel plaid pants and an old shirt.

"Do you want some shrimp?" Angela offered, holding her chopsticks out to him.

"Well, I don't mind if I do."

He leaned over and ate the shrimp off of her chopsticks, watching her as he did. For some reason it sent shivers down her spine.

"Chicken?" he offered her, also holding out his chopsticks.

"I think I will."

Danny stretched his arm over as she leaned over and ate the chicken off of his chopsticks, not taking her eyes off of him.

They ate in relative silence for several more minutes as the fire crackled next to them and the storm raged outside.

Danny grabbed his fortune cookie from the bag and tossed Angela one too. He cracked it open and unfurled the fortune within.

"What's yours say?" he asked her as she also cracked hers open.

"It says… 'You will live a life full of love.' How cute. What's yours say?"

"Mine says… 'You will have hot, mad sex with the woman of your choice."

Angela snorted with laughter. "It does not, dumbass. What's it really say?"

"That's what it really says!"

"You are such a little liar!" she laughed. "You just want to forget lunch and get into bed."

"What, you don't believe me? Ang, I'm hurt."

"Ok, fine, let me see it."

"You want to see it?"

"Yes. Let me see if that's what it really says."

"Fine."

With one swift movement, Danny was right on top of her, his hands at her hips and his mouth mere inches away from hers.

"Believe me?" he whispered.

"Yeah," she was just able to breathe before he closed the already small gap between them and kissed her.

She loved to kiss Danny. To be here, to be in his arms, to be kissing him, just to be with him was beyond anything she could ever imagine.

All too sudden, he pulled back from her. There was something different in his eyes tonight. Something that she couldn't tell what it was.

"Danny, what's—"

"I love you."

She was slightly stunned at his words. They had exchanged these three words for awhile now, but only in the passing or maybe when they went to bed or got up in the mornings. But he had never right out told her. Not until now.

The corners of Angela's mouth began to turn up as she felt herself begin to blush, although she wasn't quite sure why. He had seen her naked, he had seen her at her clumsiest, maddest, and craziest, he had seen nearly every aspect of her, and yet those words made her feel as though he had just given her a first kiss.

"I love you too," she said gently as she smiled up at him.

"I never knew how much I loved you. I've never loved anyone like this before. This… this is like nothing I've ever known. Angela, I love you."

"Danny…" she breathed softly as her fingers touched his lips. She could feel tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes. "Danny…"

"Can you say it again?"

"I love you," Angela whispered with a soft smile. "Danny, I love you. I. Love. You."

Danny's heart could have burst as he leaned down and kissed Angela again, bringing her body as tight as he could against his own.

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Angela was brushing her teeth in Danny's bathroom as he attempted to make the bed at least sleep-able. The sheets and covers had been so twisted and turned and tossed off the bed from previous encounters that it made even lying down on the bed almost impossible.

As she spit out the toothpaste and water and dried her mouth and hands off with the towel, a pair of very warm, large hands found their way to her waist. A familiar mouth found its way to her neck and kissed at her hungrily.

"Danny, you can't even wait until I'm out of the bathroom?"

"No," he said simply in between kisses.

"But I—"

Danny suddenly turned Angela around and pushed her back against the doorway of the bathroom. His tongue begged for entrance to her mouth which she granted as her hands grasped his broad shoulders. One of his hands cupped her neck and tilted her face up towards his and the other held her waist tightly as if he was afraid that she would escape.

They somehow made it to the bed where Angela threw the blankets on top of both of them as she was still quite cold. Danny's hips pressed forcefully down on hers causing her to break the kiss as give a small gasp. Her hands reached inside his shirt and pulled it up over his head and her fingers began to trace the contours of his back muscles.

Danny was slightly quicker in getting all of Angela's clothes off, but soon they both lay with only each other as coverings. In the process, Angela had found her way on top of him and kissed him without intent of ever stopping. His fingers grasped her thighs tightly as she kissed his neck, almost nipping at him.

Danny managed to roll them over so that he was on top of her again, and no sooner had he done this than had he entered her. He caught her almost by surprise and she gripped his shoulders tighter than normal, and her fingernails scraped his back.

They moved together in almost faultless rhythm, which had been perfected over the past few months. It was almost second nature to Angela now, but not something that was completely jaded to her. No, it felt like something new each time. But there was no clumsiness or uncertainty in either one of their movements. There was nothing but the pure wonder of two people sharing in the most sacred act.

As they came, Danny's hands gripped Angela's hips far too tight, but she made up for that by scratching his shoulders as they pulled each other tighter.

After lying there for several moments, as each tried to catch their breath, Danny's arms once again found the curve of Angela's hips. That was their place. That was where Danny's arms belonged, and that's where Angela's hips belonged.

They were to belong to each other. Nothing else made sense.

A/N: I decided they needed some action. I'm not seeing anyone complaining. Hmm? No. I didn't think so.

Anyways, I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! Sorry for the belated update! And yay for seeing the title of the story in the chapter! Squee!

As for where the story's headed, I think—whoa. Wait. There are penguins in my Goldfish. WHAT. OK, sorry. Anyways, things do take another twist in a few chapters so watch out for that. It's not pure fluff from here on out. I do actually have a plot going here. These fluffy scenes just make it even more tragic—I mean… :)

Update on Tuesday! Thanks for sticking with me! Chapter sixteen and still going strong! Thanks everyone!

-Laura

(PS- I love random banter & shrimp fried rice)

Edit- I completely apologize for the lateness on this chapter! The site wasn't allowing me to upload documents until this evening! Thanks for being patient! Update will be on Friday!