I'm coming over.
Angel's heart raced. First, she hadn't expected him to text her, now she hadn't expected him to come over. She almost didn't want him to. After he had left the night before, she had gone to bed with some unexpected dreams. Her cheeks flushed and her center warmed as she thought of her dreams.
Her back to his hard red chest, her head leaned back as he kissed the apex of the neck and shoulder. She could feel the bulge growing behind her.
The way he turned her to face him made her warm all over. She snaked a hand between them and grabbed his member. The hiss of his breath made her smile wickedly.
He lifted her and her legs wrapped around him. Her feet almost didn't touch each other. They kissed as he held her closer.
His stoned hand held her up as his other slipped between and his thumb touched her. She jerked at the touch. He walked them to the bed, and he laid her down.
Her legs spread apart as his knees hit the floor and his head dropped. The heat of his mouth enveloped her core and she gasped.
The ding of her phone distracted her, and she was startled out of her memories. She realized she was wet. She lifted the phone to see the new text that was sent.
I'll be up in a minute.
Angel swore. She wasn't expecting him to be that fast. She looked down at her attire. She still wore her bandeau black bra with black pants cinched at the hips. She wouldn't have time to change. And clean herself up. She wondered if he had a keen sense of smell.
Knock. Knock.
She couldn't dawdle and think about what parts of his body was enhanced.
"Door's open!"
The door opened and Hellboy came in. He shut the door and locked it. Then he turned. Once he saw her, he froze. Angel blushed. Nobody ever really had seen her this way.
"I'm still in my pj's. Let me go change," Angel said. She turned but Hellboy stopped her.
"No. It's fine," Hellboy said.
He headed towards one end of the island, creating some distance between her, but still close.
She cocked her head, "But you don't look comfortable right now. Let me change, please?"
"Sure," he nodded.
She left the kitchen to her bedroom and closed the door. While she changed, Hellboy stood waiting. When the door had shut, he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He hadn't expected to see her that way when he came in. His cock had immediately stood at attention, and he had to hide it. It wasn't that he wasn't comfortable, it was that he had to hide his desire. He couldn't let her know. He took a deep breath through his nose to force his member to relax and go down. He caught a scent.
A musty scent. A scent of desire. One that came from her. And he recognized it. Liz almost had that same scent and he realized with a start what it was. It was her being wet. The second he realized it; he became even harder, and he nearly groaned. Such bad timing.
He had only seconds to get rid of his hard on and he hated to do it, but he thought of Liz. He brought up the image of them one night and before he knew it, the hard on became softer. He absolutely hated that he had to think of his one love in order to push away his physical desire. That had never happened before except for that morning.
He straightened up when he heard Angel opening the door. She came into his view and now she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that said, I'm an angel.
He snorted a laugh. Angel smiled.
"I know, I know, a little too on the nose," Angel commented.
"It's funny," he said. "I like it."
"Thanks," she said as she stood across from him. "So, you spoke to your friend, Abe?"
He opened his mouth to respond but he stopped. He hesitated. Should he let her know? Should she know that she could die if he touched her? He thought back to how he felt this morning. Even though he had struggles with the realization that he liked her in a particular way. He needed to create a distance. Now.
"Did Abe find out anything?" Angel asked.
Hellboy looked at her.
"No. He couldn't find much. Just the same things you said before. The bracelet and its functions," He replied. "That's it."
"Oh, not even about the Latin?"
"Just a saying. Nothing important."
Angel looked down, "Then why did you come over? You could've told me over text."
He shrugged, "I thought maybe you'd rather hear from me instead."
She looked back at him. She didn't feel like he was telling her everything. She knew they hadn't known each other long but they seemed to have gotten to know each other quickly.
"What are you not telling me?" Angel asked.
Hellboy swore silently. She knew him too much already. This was dangerous. Especially if they got close, too close.
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
Angel went around the island and stood by him. She grabbed his stoned hand. Hellboy looked down in their clasped hands.
"I just can't," He whispered as he pulled his hand out from hers. He took a few steps back.
"I don't understand?" Angel asked, confused.
"I can't let you touch me. I can't touch you because if I do then you die. I can't let you die the way I let Liz die."
Angel was stunned into silence. She watched as Hellboy walked to the door and unlocked it. He turned to look at her.
"I can't get close to you. Otherwise, I'd just kill you. We can't get close," Hellboy said as he opened the door. "Don't text me."
The door shut with a click and Angel was left in stunned silence. She was confused at what just happened. Too many thoughts swirled around in her head.
What happened?
Did he admit he liked me?
He could kill me?
He left me.
That last thought broke her. She collapsed to the floor sobbing. She felt like she just had her heart broken even though she didn't love him. She had just met him after all.
Just outside the door, Hellboy could hear her sobbing. His heart clenched and he almost grabbed the door handle to go back in, but he stopped himself. He didn't mean to hurt her that bad, but he had to.
He had to make sure she stayed safe from him. From his hands. He couldn't let her get hurt like Liz had. The sound of door opening in the distance caught his attention and he left.