Vincent immersed himself in the project he had temporarily put on hold to take care of his angel. Once he was finished, he took a step back to admire his work, though was quickly distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching the workshop. He knew it wasn't Bo, as they were far too light and unobtrusive. He was taken by surprise at the sight of the petite brunette, barefoot, hair wet, and only wearing an oversized t-shirt. She had a coyote corpse cradled in her arms that Bo had clearly cleaned and dried for her. He realized they must have run into Lester when they were in town earlier. He realized she was pouting and soon lifted his mask.
"What's wrong, angel?" he croaked, still trying to get used to using his voice. His heart practically sang when a smile crossed her face at his nickname for her.
"I didn't bring my taxidermy tools, Vince," she said softly, pouting once more. "I know you spend most of your time down here working on your projects. I want to learn what you do and help so we can also spend time together. Am I asking for too much? I don't have a person to start with, so I was hoping you could show me with this coyote?" She looked at him with round, hopeful eyes. He was hopelessly lost to her, smiling brightly over the fact that she wanted to spend time with him and enjoy his passion with him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, her touch so warm that he knows he's not dreaming. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of her ear.
"Come here," he grunted softly, indicating to the table, so she placed the coyote on it. He helped her skin the animal and put the hide up to tan. He was impressed by how intelligent and knowledgeable she was. She was happy to chat while they worked together. He learned that she had always been fascinated by science, especially things like forensics, anatomy, and biology. She had gone to school for his certification to work as a veterinary assistant, had dissected cats and a shark in school, and even worked at an animal hospital for a short period of time. Apparently, she had quit working once she had gotten her diagnosis. He looked at her questioningly.
"Brain cancer," she said softly, eyes glued to the coyote because she couldn't bear to look him in the eye. "Stage 3. The doctor said I probably have about 2 years left. Ironic, isn't it? 19 years old and I already know with 100% certainty that I'll be dead before I'm 21." The way she laughed made his stomach churn because he could hear the defeat in it. "It was actually Dakota's idea we hitchhike around the United States to see as many cities as I can before I'm too weak. I'm glad she did. I'm glad it brought me to you." She finally turned to look at him, kissing his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, tightly holding her as he kissed back. He shivered slightly at the sensation of his scalp tingling as she combed her fingers through his hair. It was too easy for him to get lost in those wonderful kisses. His heart clenched at the idea of losing his angel so soon, but he also felt desperate to make sure that the last leg of her journey was made worth it.
"Let's finish our coyote," she said softly as she gently caressed his rough cheek. He smiled and showed her how to use the wax shower. He then taught her how to smooth the wax before helping her apply the pelt. It was perfect, just like her. Angela slipped her hand into Vincent's, gently lacing their fingers together. She reached up with her other hand, lifting his mask off completely. She kissed him a bit more assertively, teasingly running her tongue along his bottom lip. He groaned softly as he accepted her advances, relishing how sweet her tongue tasted. When she broke the kiss and withdrew from him, he whined softly and gently tugged her back. She giggled.
"We're going to take this upstairs, baby," she purred softly, taking hold of his hand and leading him down the tunnel back to the house. As they emerged into the kitchen, Angela looked up at the ceiling in response to the combination of Bo's bed thumping against the wall and Dakota's squeals.
"How long do you think they can keep that up?" Angela asked with an amused grin, looking over to see Vincent's face turning bright red. She giggled, quickly distracting him with more kisses before she led him up to their bedroom. She closed the door and carefully set his mask down on the dresser. She took less care in tugging off his shirt before gently rubbing her hands over his well-defined muscles. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him heatedly, and he eagerly reciprocated, quickly ridding her of the oversized t-shirt. He paused, gazing over her bare breasts before dropping his lips to meet her collarbone.
"Vince," she mewled softly, reaching up and threading her fingers in his long hair, tilting her head to give him unobstructed access. He trailed kisses down, cupping her breasts in his hands as he twirls his tongue around each nipple. He loved the way she gripped the back of his head and whimpered in pleasure. She quickly caught his lips with her own before trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck as her hands worked to undo his belt and pants. She dropped to her knees, tugging his pants and boxers down with her. Vincent looked down at her, flushing as she gazed back up at him through her eyelashes as she teasingly licked the tip of his member before enveloping the head in her mouth. He groaned, cock twitching in her mouth. He'd never experienced this before. He gripped a fistful of her hair as he huffed and rocked his hips to her mouth as he enjoyed the pleasure she gave him. Her small fingers gripped his hips as her soft hair brushed against his thighs with her fluid movements. He could feel himself getting close, huffing harder when she pulled away. He made a noise of frustration, and she placed a hand on his chest as she looked up at him with that sweet smile.
"Did you enjoy that, love?" she purred softly, and he immediately relaxed as he nodded.
"Don't worry. We're not finished yet." She lay back on the bed, beckoning him to her with her finger. He excitedly crawled over her, kissing her again as he lined himself up and slid inside her with a groan. She was so warm, wet, and tight, he was already hooked. They moaned together as he began thrusting steadily, and she tightened her grip on him. As he increased his pace, she whimpered and moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips tightly. Watching his angel come undone beneath him was quickly becoming his favorite thing. As he began thrusting harder, she began babbling and pleading with him. She soon cried out as she came, clinging to him. He cried out as he came inside of her before slowly pulling out.
Vincent lay back beside Angela and she quickly snuggled up against his side. He closed his eye as they panted, trying to catch their breath. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her lovingly. She cupped his face in her hands as she deepened the kiss and gently suckled his tongue. He groaned softly into the kiss as he rubbed his hands along her back and held her tightly.
"I love you, Vincent," she admitted in a soft voice. "Please take good care of me."
"I love you too, my angel," his voice still pretty rough. "I promise to always take good care of you." As he kissed her forehead, she pressed into it and rubbed her hands over his chest. He smiled softly as he enjoyed cuddling with her. He gently nuzzled her, earning himself a soft giggle as she nuzzled back.
"I'm going to go get started on dinner, beloved," Angela said softly, stealing another kiss before reluctantly withdrawing from Vincent. He sighed softly, watching as she slipped her panties and the t-shirt back on. She headed downstairs and found what ingredients she needed to make chicken parmigiana. She hummed to herself as she began preparing dinner. Vincent came down to join her not long after, and she was elated when she saw he was maskless. She adored seeing him finding confidence.
"Vincent, I'm so proud of you!" Angela cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You left your mask upstairs." He smiled at her, kissing her again before moving over to stand beside her and help her make the food. She giggled happily as they cooked together. Once it was ready, she headed over to the staircase.
"Dinner's ready!" she called loudly before returning to the kitchen. Soon after, Bo appeared wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants. He had hickeys all over his chest and long red scratch marks down his back. Dakota followed behind, neck and chest covered in hickeys, clear red handprints on her thighs, and flushed cheeks. Angela couldn't help but giggle at the sight of them. Even Vincent gave a little chuckle. Bo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and Dakota giggled, slightly embarrassed.
Conversation and laughter soon filled the air as they sat down to eat together. Vincent was the last to finish, so he cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. As he cleaned, he watched his brother and both girls joking around and being goofy. It was the first time he'd felt like they were a real family since their parents died. For the first time, he truly believed he could have what he's always wanted.