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angela,
milliways

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Melou has put the maps away for today, happy enough with what work he did get done on them yesterday before Melehan ruined his mood. But he's not thinking about that right now. He has a date of sorts.

It's getting colder, even at Milliways, so there aren't any jean shorts today, although the t-shirt probably doesn't look so good with his usual trousers. Thankfully, he couldn't care less what his clothes look like.

Melou paces just outside the lake door, waiting for Angela. Girls always take forever.

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It tickles a little and she giggles. She kisses his neck, just beneath his ear.

He grabs her around the waist and pulls her as close as she can get, kissing her again harder than before.

She squeaks just a little before he silences her with his mouth. Angela's fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt--or his trousers, whatever fabric her fingers are near.

Slowly, he backs her up against the nearest tree, fingers digging into her skin. His mouth moves down along her jaw and neck.

She feels a flush of heat creep up over her and she tilts her head back and to the side as her breath starts getting uneven.

She pushes her hands beneath his t-shirt, her palms flat against his skin.

Melou presses back against her hands, keeping his attention at her neck. And then slowly trails one of his own hands down to the front of her jeans, fingers toying idly with the top button.

She doesn't say anything, just leans against the tree a little more for support, pretty sure of what he wants, and rather curious. She wraps one leg slightly around one of his.

The button is loosened and he slides the zipper down, hand hesitating at the waistband.

He raises his head back up and kisses her softly. "You all right?"

She looks back at him, her eyes a little dark, her face flushed.

Time to stop being afraid of the woods.

"Yes," she says softly, with a tiny smile.

He smiles back and kisses her again.

"That's my girl." He whispers, slipping his hand into her jeans and underneath her panties, breath hot against her cheek.

Angela closes her eyes, breathing out shakily. His hand is warm and she's glad she doesn't have much room to move, or she'd be falling over. She slides one hand from his chest around to the small of his back, fingernails trailing lightly over his skin.

She's forgotten how cool it is outside--she's definitely not feeling it now as her heart begins to beat faster.

He huffs out a short breath at the feel of her nails and he mouths along her jaw back to her lips.

His hand continues to work gently against her, long fingers stroking her slowly.

Her knees are starting to tremble slightly, and she pushes back against his hand with her hips. She whimpers a little, but it's muffled by his mouth.

Melou wraps his other arm around her waist, giving just that little bit more support, continuing to kiss her slowly and steadily.

And then, ever so slightly, he increases the pressure and speed of the hand working between her legs.

The sounds she's making are more rhythmic now, and she can't remember ever being cold. Her fingernails press into his skin slightly more she might, and her other hand fists in his shirt.

And he shows no sign of letting up, matching his pace now with her moans. The only change is that he breaks the kiss, finally, and leans back just enough that he can watch her face.

She arches her back slightly and strands of hair are falling in front of her face. She gets louder since he's not kissing her, and her hips begin to move against his hand.

She lets her head fall forward as she moves a little faster, and then she leans back again, her eyes half-lidded, her moans becoming more urgent and she bites her lip to keep from getting too loud.

He can't help but smile, just a little.

"That's it." He leans in to whisper beside her ear. The arm steadying her tightens, that hand splayed against her back.

Her rhythm is starting to become erratic, which means she's close. She buries her face in his shoulder as she hits her climax, tightening her arms around him, her cry breathed into the small space between their bodies.

Her blood is pounding in her ears as she is now clinging to him.

And he holds her close, not about to let her go just yet. Gentle kisses are placed across her forehead and finally, when she's relaxed completely, he removes his hand slowly.

She lets out a shuddering breath as he does so, having loosened her hold on him, but staying close.

She can't quite believe he did that. Not that she's complaining, mind...but she wasn't expecting that at all. She kisses him softly. Every bit of her is trembling.

He nuzzles her hair with his nose. He's pretty sure it's not just the cold making her tremble now, as evident by the smile on his face.

Sadly, that zipper is a bit harder to do up than it was to get undone.

Angela covers his fingers with hers and helps him do up that zipper. She doesn't let his hand go afterwards.

She still feels warm and rather like her bones have turned to water. And she's still quite speechless.

That's all right. She can take her time. That arm is still strong about her waist and he leans a little against the tree himself, just off to her side. And then he draws her back in closer for another kiss.

She kisses him slowly, her hands on his shoulders, and that brings her back to earth a little bit.

She leans her head against the tree and looks at him, smiling a little. "I certainly wasn't expecting to do this on our walk." She licks her lips a little bit. "But thank you," she whispers.