Two years had passed since that fateful Halloween night. Angel and Selene had indeed talked, both agreeing that while it had been against their will, neither were displeased. The two had been inseparable ever since.

This cold December night found Selene standing in their shower under scalding hot water smirking, "At least I cleaned up the body this time." she said to herself before letting loose a new song which echoed in the bathroom as she still twirled under the water, her voice echoing clearly, though she'd somehow managed to successfully keep her past to herself, with the sole exception of Angel.

With a smirk said ensouled vampire slipped into the bathroom and quietly padded across to the shower, sliding the curtain aside and slipping in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist causing her to shiver, and erupt into giggles before snuggling her wet form against him, "Mmmm strange vampires in my shower....all hot and wet and soapy.…" she smirked devilishly, "This could get fun."

He chuckled softly in her ear as he pressed up against her back, "Could it then?" he breathed in her ear causing her to shiver and groan, lightly rubbing her back against his chest, "Oh very," she closed her eyes absorbing the moment as if she could make it last forever, "Did you lock the door this time?"

He grinned nodding as his mouth descended on her neck and trailed some to her shoulder, "Yes but I thought you liked an audience."

She groaned softly moving to gently run her fangs along his neck softly, always in perfect control of herself, "Not when that audience decides to scream at the top of his lungs that there's a medical emergency in the bathroom and brings everyone and their brother in to watch me mid climax."

She muttered gently raking her fangs over a vein smirking, "Mmm food."

He laughed, a loud hearty sound that echoed through the room which brought a bright smile to her face, as she used the advantage to dart her tongue into his mouth letting the two organs wrestle for power shifting herself so he could take what was rightfully his hearing a pounding on the door.

He pressed her back against the wall and grinned as he bit down on her lower lip before swiftly sheathing himself, pausing only for a moment to turn and holler for whoever was at the door to scram, reveling in the sound of her groaning louder, of her letting out a tiny whimper, the pounding just continuing, causing her to start muttering darkly, "I'm going to kill him I'm going to kill him," she said growling into his mouth, "I'm gonna start a big bonfire and shove him in it and roast him alive and we'll feed him to werewolves." she laughed softly causing him to snicker softly as his mouth hungrily attacked her nipple, his thrusting gaining speed and urgency.

This caused a loud whimper to come out of her before she released a small shriek, "Oh God," she hissed at the persistent knocking, "Go away or so help me I'll make you werewolf food you blond thorn in my side! I'll rape you anally with a stake and guitar handle!" she snarled rabidly as Angel's teeth grazed her collar bone gently as he thrust quick and hard, her body now lifted from the tub and held firmly against the cold, wet tile wall.

Instantly she began screaming loudly in French, urging him on, her eyes hazed over, all traces of the usual ice in them gone.

His pace quickened, her cries pushing him over the edge as he bit down on her shoulder roughly, yet at the same time gentle causing her to lets out a howl of pure pleasure, blood red tears streaking down her face.

Angel's breath caught in his throat as he released himself into her depths with a low groan eliciting a soft whimper from her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body limp as jelly, using only him to support herself, her voice shallow and husky as she whispered, "My Angel."

He held her tight against his chest and once he was certain she wouldn't collapse in a heap at his feet, he gently lowered her so her feet rested on the bottom of the tub.

Finally once her senses had returned she whined faintly at the still persistent knocking, why hadn't her threats worked this time? It wasn't as if anyone who even met the raven haired female didn't know she would surely carry them out.

Quickly she buried her head against his chest, "Can I cut off his hands?" she asked softly, almost childishly causing Angel to grin down at her and gently stroke her hair, "I doubt he'd appreciate that again."

He turned his head and hollered out at the door, "Yeah waddaya want?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate getting an Armand roast job either but I've done it before," she said nuzzling him barely listening to the muffle about another guest.