Hey guys, thanks for clicking in. This scene is gonna be porn with no plot, so anyone who was waiting for it, now's your chance. My word count has been decreasing, and the next chapter is going to be a finale of this part, so I may need two weeks to get it done. So if I don't update next Monday, don't freak out because I'll be working on it through two huge ass essays I need to write XD. So thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

I froze when I heard that. I couldn't let Angel die, I wouldn't. They still hadn't noticed me, making it easy to slip back inside the room. Angel was still asleep on the bed but was now clutching the pillow I'd abandoned to his chest, still murmuring through a slight grin. I climbed back into the bed and cuddled up to him. My movements made him stir and lift his head up.

"Hey," he moaned sleepily.

I forced a smile, "Hi."

"You okay?" He brushed a strand of hair away from my face and kept his hand on my cheek.

I couldn't tell him, the next match was the championship, and he'd worked so hard for it. Plus, I could deal with it by myself. "I'm fine."

He smiled and started rubbing the line of my jaw and cheek. I pushed his hand away and turned away from him, making my foot knock into the empty champagne bottle at the foot of the bed. He giggled and grabbed me from behind to pull me closer.

"Stop!" I laughed.

"No!" He rolled over so he was crushing me into the bed. My body went stiff and made no effort to shove him away.

Angel suddenly went quiet as he looked me in the eyes. I chuckled nervously at the awkward silence. He started to move his head toward mine, still gazing at me.

A fuzzy blur leaped into my field of vision and bit down on Angel's ear. The man pushed away from me and tried to pull the tiger off, "Ai! Xibalba, stop! Let go!"

I started giggling. The cat still stayed latched on to his ear, dangling like an earing. "Here," I reached out and pressed into both sides of his mouth with my fingers, making him release his bloody ear. The tiger mewed and licked his chops of the sweet blood, then pounced back into the gym bag to curl up and sleep.

"Little bastard..." Angel grumbled.

I reached in my bag and pulled out a needle and surgical thread. "I got it, come here."

He scooted over so he was touching my side with his. I pierced the skin and started threading, it'd only need two or three stitches. "It's not so bad, you big baby."

He huffed and kept still while I jabbed him with the needle again and again. The blood stopped flowing, turning to thick clots on the cut. He was looking at his lap the whole time.

"Thanks," he finally grumbled.

"Don't mention it," I smiled and finished up.

He grinned, but he went back to his serious demeanor and stood up, stepping toward the window.

I got up and joined him, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

I grabbed his arm and held myself to him, "Something is. You were all lovey dovey earlier."

"I realized how stupid it was," he looked away.

The words jabbed through my heart. "Stupid?"

He sighed, "It's not you, it's never you, it's just me. A part of me thinks and knows that you'll leave one day, soon or later, and I don't want that to happen."

"I won't leave because I don't want to leave," I made him face me so I could look him in the face, "this is the best time I've had in my whole life, and I never want it to end."

"But it will," he looked at me sternly, "the tour will end and you'll go back to Steelport."

"What if I proved to you I would stay?" I got my face close enough to his so we could feel each other's breath.

He eyed me cautiously and gripped my arms in his hands, "If you do that, you're promise to stay with me forever."

"Yes, I do."

He sighed and pulled me closer to him, rubbing his hands into my back.

I closed the distance and kissed him. Warmth started flowing through my body.

Angel stood perfectly still before kissing me back with even more passion. His hand dipped lower to dig into my ass and leave bruises I could already feel forming. My arms pulled him as close as he could possibly be. His cock was already thickening and pressed into my lower thigh. My hands slipped devilishly up shirt, then Angel followed, already grappling with my bra. We both fell sideways on the bed. That triggered one of my legs to slip up around his waist, trying to get friction I suddenly craved.

"Angel," I moaned, meaning seraphim and not his actual name.

He answered my bed with pulling my shirt and bra over my head and flinging them away to some space where they would be forgotten. I gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled, wanting to be rid of any barrier. My hands started to roam over his perfectly muscled chest, rubbing so lightly it would feel like electricity.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do this," he growled and pressed his lips to mine again. His hands rubbed up and down my back, digging so deeply I could feel tension being released from my muscles. He separated from me far too soon.

"Dome un beso," I begged. I'd learned that much Spanish from soap operas I used to watch with Matt.

His pupils blew open as he smiled. "Muy bueno," he groaned before fulfilling my request wholeheartedly, even slipping his tongue in my mouth as I moaned. It sent me to get a hand in his pants, teasing at his trapped and aching cock. He groaned into my mouth and rolled us over so he was on top, but was holding me in his arms. I pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock to rub against my pants. My hips moved on their own, rubbing him back.

"I can do the exact same thing," he teased and slid his hand into my pants, groping my pussy. My back went off the bed so fast Angel had to brace his knees into the bed to keep from falling off me. I moaned from deep in my throat, rutting against him out of sheer instinct. He cackled and hooked his thumb into the band of my pants, "You want it off?"

"Yes," I gasped. He grinned wickedly before forcing my pants and panties down, then using his foot to get them completely off of me. I moved one leg to wrap around his and the other to his waist. His meaty fingers slipped inside of me and his thumb started to rub against my clit. I screamed and arched so far that Angel could get his face in between my boobs. He pulled his fingers out and wrapped his arm around me.

"I love you," he rasped. I smiled and kissed him, sweeter than we had before. He spread out my legs with his, then shoved inside of me, causing me to go completely lax in his grasp. He looked as me as if I were some angel or goddess when he started thrusting, then buried his head into the side of mine. His hand went up under my knee to pull my leg higher, positioning me so he was hitting me just right. Moans started escaping from my mouth, with his echoing mine. I gripped him tight in my grasp, tensing up more and more, even as he rubbed his hands over my body. He stopped at my boobs, grabbing and weighing them in his palms. I started thrusting back against him, slowly building up tension. He only had to go for a few more thrusts until an quick orgasm hit me, and he kept moaning for a few more seconds until his movements became jerky and erratic. I let him crush me into the bed as he rubbed my side.

"That was awesome," he breathed.

"Yeah," I smiled.

He lifted his head lazily to kiss me. I gave him a peck and rolled onto my side, making him go with me. "I'm tired," I mumbled and shifted in his arms.

He grabbed the cover that had been thrown away earlier and pulled it over us. I snuggled up to him to keep warm. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he kissed the top of my head.

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