Angel was none the wiser as the door closed. She was too distracted by the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the anger, the frustrations, and the dried tears. The niggling of fear was still there. That couldn't go away. Even though Hellboy was there to embrace her and protect her, he couldn't be the one to take the fear away from her bones. The fear was under her skin, just tingling likes nerves.

She sighed. She just wanted to enjoy a cleansing shower, not reminisce over her fears that began the night before. She wasn't even sure how long ago that event was. Memories began to tickle at the edge, and she shoved her head under the stream.

Not now. Please…

She had enough terrible memories to reflect on. She didn't want to reflect on this one. She let the water drown her for a moment before she pulled back and took in a deep breath. She opened her eyes and looked down. She spied the dent in the shower wall. She swallowed thickly. She put a hand on the dent. It was bigger than her hand.

Shit. He's powerful.

The thought of how powerful he could be tightened her belly. The core of it warming up. The image of Hellboy shirtless flashed through her mind. She was lying when she said she had never seen a shirtless man. She just meant in person. She let out a small groan when her imaginations flared and her hands tingled, begging to touch the hard slab of chest.

She shook her hands, trying to get rid of the tingles. 'This is so not the moment', she thought. But her mind didn't obey. Just remembering the feel of his arms around her, squeezing her. Arousal brewed.

Just imagining those arms around her as he slipped himself between the folds of her heat. Sliding in.

Her back hit the wall. Her eyes closed. Her hand snaked down her wet body and the fingers of it found its way to a wet core waiting to be penetrated.

The feel of his thick, large member sliding against her slick walls. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Before she knew it, her finger slipped in. She let out a low groan, deep in her chest. Another finger slipped in. She began to pump her fingers almost in same imitation as the imaginary appendage. She covered her mouth with her other hand. Her thumb touched her button, and she made a noise, thankfully muffled. The thumb went in circles as she pumped her fingers. The arousal became harder and deeper. It swirled in her abdomen, becoming bigger and bigger. Soon she wouldn't be able to contain it. Her fingers curled into her sweet spot and stars burst in her eyes. The water became muffled. Everything exploded.

Angel rode out her orgasm, heaving. Her fingers slipped out as she sighed. She let the water run through her hand. She could already feel the water begin to turn cold, so she finished out the shower. She turned the water off and then opened the door to grab a towel for her hair. Once it was wrapped up, she grabbed the second one and wrapped it around her body.

She dried herself off then got dressed. Hellboy's shirt and sweatpants were big on her. She took the bottom of the shirt and tied it into a knot. She had to roll up the pant legs so she wouldn't trip over it. She already embarrassed herself enough in front of him, there was no sense in showing him that she could be clumsy at times.

She took the towel off her head and stepped in front of the mirror. She started drying her hair with the towel. She began to look around in the bathroom for a hair dryer but couldn't find it. She doubted he had a hair dryer. It wasn't like he had long locks like she did. She went to open the door but stopped before she could fully open it. Voices rang in the room. She opened it slowly and peeked out. She saw Hellboy with two other men. There was also a trolley with plates covered.

"Didn't expect you to be my food servant Manning," Hellboy quipped as he looked under the metal bowls to see what was under there. "But why this dick here?"

The dick in question scowled.

Manning cleared his throat, "I brought Agent Kit here to apologize."

Hellboy looked up at Manning, his eyebrow cocked. His tail swished behind him.

"Apologize? For what? Kidnapping Angel? Attacking her?"

"I didn't attack her. She attacked me," Kit said.

Angel let out a small gasp. It was the voice from the night before. She stepped back and accidently knocked down Hellboy's grinder. It clattered onto the floor. The men turned towards the noise. Hellboy came up to the door. He saw it was cracked opened. He pushed it open.

"Darlin?"

He stepped in and found Angel standing in fear. Her cheeks were pink from her shower. He could see her shivering. It wasn't from the cold. He went up to her until he was standing in front of her. He pulled her into a hug.

"It's him…it's his voice," She whispered. "From last night. I don't understand. Why is he here?"

"I know," Hellboy said. "He's one of the agents here at the Bureau."

She looked up at him, "You knew?"

"Come on," Hellboy said as he ran his hands down her arms and grabbed her hands. "I'll kick them out and we can talk. I ordered breakfast for us."

"But…he's out there."

"I know," He looked at her, deep into her eyes. "Do you trust me?"

She looked at him then towards the door. She swallowed then nodded. He guided her out of the bathroom. She stayed behind him. His tail curled around one of her legs, giving her reassurance. He kept his hand in hers, holding it tightly. He looked at the men.

"I need you guys to leave," Hellboy said. "I'll find you in your office later, Manning."

Kit scoffed, "Are you seriously going to kick us out cause of her?"

Manning gave him a sharp look to Kit, "Be quiet Agent."

He looked back at Hellboy and nodded, "I'll see you in my office later."

He turned to leave. Kit sneered at Hellboy. Hellboy growled from deep in his chest.

"Agent!" Manning called out to Kit. Kit turned and followed him out of their room. The door clicked shut.

Hellboy turned to Angel, who still looked scared.

"Hey," He called to her. She looked up at him. "Breakfast?" He asked as he swung a hand towards the trolley of food.