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Dinner is always a noisy affair at castle Din-Gonwy. Angela found that out last night at her first one ever, when she was the centre of attention for all of five minutes until the main crowd accepted Melou's story of where she came from and who she was, and then got distracted by something else.

Tonight's meal isn't shaping up to be much different, except there's less whispering and more friendly (or indifferent) smiles given Angie's way.

They're seated not quite in the middle of the table, closer to the head. Melou passes her a glass of wine and smiles.

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"I just figured to get it out of the way, but yeah. Should leave it down." His hand is warm, and she places her hand over his.

"Which way do you like it?" she asks shyly.

"I like it down." And to prove it, he runs his free hand through the part she's already brushed out. "But I know it probably gets hot like that. I just don't want you to think it has to be a certain way."

Angela sighs and grins. "I rather like it down, too. I'm sort of used to it being hot. California is exceptionally warm most of the year round, so."

She continues brushing out the side he's not running his fingers through. She really, really likes when he does that, though.

"That sounds kind of boring. No snow?" He wrinkles his nose a little. "You haven't lived until you've got a faceful of freshly fallen snow."

"It snows to the North of us. Not so much in Los Angeles, though. There's desert a few miles away from us."

She grins. "Snow is pretty neat, though. The lake outside the bar was pretty."

"Does it snow there? I must've missed it." Melou sighs dramatically. "Too bad. I was gonna suggest you come back in winter sometime to see it."

She laughs, and kisses his cheek. "Yes, it snowed there. Like...for months and months, it was weird. And...you know I'd come back if you invited me."

"Yeah, I know." He grins and nuzzles her nose with his. He also decides not to mention that depending on how much trouble they're in for this trip, there might not be the chance for another.

Angela...is not thinking about that. Because if his nose is close to hers, his lips are also close, too. She kisses him softly, putting down the hairbrush and placing her hands on his shoulders.

He kisses her back, his hand going from her knee to her waist, while the other continues playing with her hair.

The brush might find its way knocked onto the floor. Totally by accident, of course.

Angela doesn't even hear it fall, really, and she slides her arms around him and edges closer.

Any worries about...well, anything, are just washed away from her mind by a haze of passion.

Gently, he eases her back on the bed, his hand on her waist slowly starting to slide up. The kiss isn't exactly broken, but he moves down along her jaw and down her neck, where her hair is still over her shoulder.

Angela drags the hair away from her shoulder so he can kiss her there, and arches up under him.

Her hand reaches underneath his shirt, just touching his back as he kisses her, her legs still folded a little bit beneath her.

When her back arches, Melou takes the opportunity to wrap one arm around her waist.

He tugs a little at the neckline of her dress, kissing along her exposed shoulder and down back toward the base of her throat.

At least he knows how to work these clothes. Angela makes a small sound in the back of her throat.

With his arm around her waist, she feels so secure with him. The hand not underneath his shirt slides into his hair and she manages to untuck her legs from under her. Her skirts are probably pushed up a bit.

Which is just fine by him. He lets his hand drift down and reach under the hem of her dress, running his fingers lightly up her thigh.

His mouth, meanwhile, returns to hers, kissing her insistantly.

She returns his kisses, blushing, and slides both hands up under his shirt, shoving it up a little bit.

She whimpers a little, trembling as he touches her. She wants the dress off now.

Melou grins down at her and strokes her cheek, before leaning down for another kiss, taking his time.

He's not going to rush. After all, they've got all night.

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