Who knew the second kiss would be better than the first?

This kiss blew any expectations of what a kiss should be out of the waters. Angel could've sworn she heard fireworks. She had read so many books on romance and kisses, but no descriptions came close. The way his lips were warm. How it pressed against her's just right. The fingers on the back of her head pressed. She loved how tight she felt against him. Almost as if he was trying to give her security.

Hellboy pulled his lips from hers. He was amazed himself. He thought that maybe the kiss between them would've been similar to the ones he had shared with Liz. But no. Liz's kisses had been fiery and hot. This kiss was not.

This one felt like home.

He looked at her lips then up to her eyes. Her eyes darkened to where it was almost chocolate. He loved that he could do that to her.

"More?" He whispered, testing the limits between them.

She nodded, "More."

Without another word, he surged forwards and pressed his lips harder against hers. She let out a little noise at the pressure and his slackened shaft hardened. The noise she made encouraged him, letting him know what he was doing was good. He wanted to go a little further, so he stuck the tip of his tongue out.

Angel felt him press between her lips. She knew this from her reading. She wanted to know how it felt. So, she parted her lips enough so he could slip his tongue in. He didn't go too far in, knowing he could turn her off quickly. So instead, he glided alongside her lips. She tried it herself as well, slipping her own tongue out to meet his. That was a different sensation. Now instead of thinking she heard fireworks, she thought she heard a bomb go off. She lifted an arm up and set her hand on his arm.

The moment he felt her hand on his arm, he wanted her on top of him. Right where he was hard. He pulled back. She almost followed him, not wanting to leave him. Her breathing heightened. He put his forehead on hers.

"Do you trust me?"

What he said almost caused her stomach to clench. What more could he do now? So, she nodded. Quickly, his normal hand let her hand go and slipped around her bottom. He lifted her from the bed and over his lap. She gasped at the motion, not expecting him to do that.

"Okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah," She whispered back.

He settled her down. Her legs spread to accommodate his legs between hers. She grabbed his shoulders for support as he pulled her forward. His normal arm around the small of her back, his other still holding onto her head. His fingers found their way through her hair. He pressed her to him as he resumed their kissing.

Angel found this new position strange, but good. Really good. She liked the way his arms held her against him. She let one of her hands roam behind his neck. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her hand. Then she let it roam up into his hair. He let out a little groan and she grinned against his lips. She actually caused that…she caused him to groan.

He pulled her more into him, as if he needed her to meld into him. She liked the way he was squeezing her against him, so she did a little scratch with her fingers in his hair, and she felt something jump against her core.

She paused in her kissing and Hellboy pulled back. He looked over her face, trying to find what disturbed her enough to stop.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"Just checking…that was you?" She asked.

He knew exactly what she meant so he gave her a salacious grin. He kissed her. "Yeah, that was me." Then he put his lips on the side of her neck.

"Ooh," she moaned. "That was different…"

He pressed another kiss on her neck, "Good different or bad different?"

"Umm…" She tried to think as he continued to kiss her up and down her neck. "Can you do it again?"

He laughed against her neck; the sound muffled. He didn't even have to move his body, but a few muscles and it jumped. The hardness of it jerked up into the space between her legs, harder than before and lightening shot up into her stomach.

"Good different!" She exclaimed. "Good different!"

He laughed again and pressed her bottom down more. He did it again just to hear her reaction. Then he added a bite to her neck.

"Whoa!"

He pulled back. "Too much?"

She shook her head, her skin flushed. "No. Not too much but that was…that was wow."

He grinned again. He was loving the reactions he was pulling from her. He pulled his hand from her bottom to her face. He brushed the hair back from her face where a strand had fallen.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

Her words came out in a breath, "Good. That's so different than just doing it on your own."

His manhood jerked again on her words, and she let out a little moan. He loved what he did to her.

"On your own, huh?" He asked curiously.

She blushed, "Yeah. I do it on my own. I mean, the books suggest it and I do."

"So…did you do it on your own few days ago? Before I showed up and saw you in that get up of yours?"

She leaned back and nodded. Her skin darkening. He grinned. He leaned forwards so his lips would be right beside her ear.

He whispered, "Did you imagine me?"

He pulled back as he watched her skin flush even deeper than before. She nodded. She couldn't say the words. "Tell me…I want to hear it."

Her core got warm all over and she knew she was already wet. She didn't know how words could make her that wet. She looked at him. His eyes a deep gold.

"You and me…on the bed," She whispered. She brought a finger up to touch his lips. "Your lips on me…down there."

She smiled when his eyes got darker, his breathing got deeper, and his shaft jumped. She liked the feel of it against hers. He hadn't expected her to be that bold enough to tell him anything like that.

"Damn woman," He growled. He pulled her against him again and kissed her neck.

She giggled, not expecting the growl. She turned the question onto him, "What about you? Did you imagine me…or do it on your own?"

He bit her neck gently in reaction, eliciting a gasp from her. "Yeah…while I was in the shower."

"So, I was right…" She spoke.

"Hmm?" He was distracted by her lips.

"The hole in the wall? That was because of me?" She asked.

He nodded and caressed her hair. He thought he could be honest with her. "Yeah, I was frustrated. I felt guilty that I was thinking of you, when I still thought of Liz. But now…"

"But now?" She repeated his last words, afraid of what he might say.

"But now…I don't feel guilty. All I can think about is you. You and me…me inside you."