Angel had woken up only fifteen minutes before Hellboy had come back. She was surprised and a little disappointed that Hellboy wasn't there when she woke up from her exhaustion-induced sleep. Instead, she had Abe to greet once her eyes opened. Abe had explained to her that the red man had an errand to run and would be back soon.

In the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was stained with dried streaked tears. Her eyes were pink. She was sure they had been red before the deep sleep. She was surprised that she had fell asleep the way she did. After his kiss, he had scooped her up into a hug and somehow, she fell asleep in his arms. She remembered the sensation of being picked up and settled into bed with the covers gently moving over her. She even had the odd memory of Hellboy next to her, caressing her hair.

Her eye moved to spot the shower. A shower sounded amazing after her bout of tears. The sound of a door opening distracted her, and she turned. She opened the door a little to see out there. Hellboy and Abe stood in the middle of the room. She saw Hellboy look at her and gave a little grin before he dragged Abe over the main door.

Damn…so much for eavesdropping.

She pushed the door closed softly so it wouldn't disturb the men. Obviously, Hellboy wanted a little privacy. She decided to take the advantage and take a quick shower. She went back over to the mirror. She braided up her hair to where it was off her shoulders so it wouldn't get wet. She didn't want to have to deal with blow drying it, she hated the time it took to get it dry enough for the day.

She whipped off her shirt, exposing her chest to the cool air. She had just slipped her thumbs under the waist band of the pants when she heard a knock. She had thrown her shirt on the floor. She didn't want to bend over and pick it up.

"Angel?"

She heard his deep voice rumbling through the door.

"Hold on a second. I'm not exactly…decent," Angel said. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment when she realized she basically told him that she was naked. She opened the small closet and pulled out a towel. She wrapped it around her top half.

She opened the door more than a crack and Hellboy stood there staring at her.

"Hi," Angel whispered.

Hellboy gave her his own smile, "Hi."

"So, uh…what's up?" Angel said. She cringed on the inside for her remarks. So embarrassing.

Hellboy laughed, "Nothing's up. Just wanted to check in on you."

"Oh," Angel said. Her cheeks staining pink. Her towel slipped down in the back, and she wrapped her arm around her front to hold it up. Hellboy looked over her shoulder into the mirror that reflected her bare back. "Well then...I was-"

"Can I see?"

Angel was caught off guard. "See what?"

Hellboy looked into her eyes, "Your back."

She was surprised. Nobody but her had ever seen her back. She nodded.

"Let me adjust the towel," She said before she closed the door. She pulled off the towel then put it back on to where it only covered her front. The ends of the towel hung by her sides. She stepped backwards.

"Come in," She called out nervously.

The door clicked open and Hellboy stepped in. He closed the door behind them to give some kind of semblance of privacy regardless of the fact that nobody would come into his room. By closing the door, it made the room feel tighter. Hellboy stood there staring for a moment. Their eyes connecting before he stepped forward towards her. He stood in front of her first then maneuvered to sit on the toilet so he wouldn't tower over her. He could tell she was already nervous enough dressed the way she is.

She watched as he sat. Now he no longer stood so tall. He sat eye-level with her. She never realized she was that short. Without a word, she turned around so her back was facing his. Hellboy's eyes raked over the sight of her back. The way the skin seemed so smooth but then rose in ridges. He brought his hands up, wanting to touch them.

"Can I?"

Angel looked over to the mirror that thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) showed Hellboy over her shoulder. She knew what he was asking for. Not only did nobody ever see her back, but nobody also ever touched her there. Touched where her wings would sprout. She nodded. Hellboy moved his hands. The moment his warm fingers touched her, she arched her back. He pulled back.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked.

She shook her head, "No…It's just…I've never had anyone touch me before."

He realized the multiple meanings of the sentence. No one's ever touched her scarred bumps, but also nobody's ever touched her. Anywhere. He moved his fingers again, still as gentle as before. He could hear the hitch of her breath. The bumps where rough. He moved his fingers over them, exploring the feel of them. He couldn't imagine how such big wings could fit into this tiny body.

The more he explored, the more he realized how sensual it was getting. He could hear the low breathing coming from her. That seemed to almost trigger him. The member between his legs were already hardening. So, he pulled his hands away, grasped the towel on either side of her, and pulled them up. He wrapped them tightly into his large, stoned hand. Then with his other hand, he set it on her bare arm.

He turned her around, so she'd face him. He spread his legs open wide and pulled her into the space he created. His stoned hand pressed tightly against her back. Angel was looking down, avoiding looking at him.

"Angel," He whispered huskily. Angel looked up. His eyes had darkened. He looked into her eyes, hers had darkened. He grazed his hand on her arm upwards as she tipped her head towards him. Closer and closer they got, their breaths hot against each other's face. His hand reached her cheek and their lips barely touched.

Then her stomach growled.