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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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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.

"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" He plants a quick kiss on her nose and then pulls back, grinning. "Happy to oblige."

"You are definitely full of surprises." She grins back, a little dopily. "One of the many things I like about you."

"Many things, huh? Like what else?" Come on, Angela. Feed his ego.

She giggles a little. "Well, I've always liked your confidence. You know that. You're not like anyone else I've ever met," she says, her hand drifting to his waist. She's still leaning against the tree a little. "Plus, you're brave," she kisses his cheek, "and I like to watch you spar because you look really good when you do. And I like that you're patient with me and that you came to my world when you had no idea what was really in store for you, and you let me drive you around."

She grins. "I could probably make a list, if you like."

Aww, but then he'd have to read it.

Still, he's grinning even more now. "Nah, that's good enough. You think I'm brave?" Not that he'll disagree, of course.

"Yeah," she says. "I do." She looks at him affectionately, brushing the backs of her fingers over his cheek.

He leans into the touch, ever so slightly, then captures that hand with one of his own, holding it in place so he can turn to press a kiss into her palm.

"Sweet girl."

A blush spreads over her nose and cheeks, and it's like her arm, from palm to elbow, has gone all warm and weak.

"Always for you," she whispers. She wants to keep him happy. It's important to her.

She's been doing a pretty good job so far.

"Good, 'cause you'll always be mine." He brushes her hair behind her ears. "Always."

She can't imagine never being able to see him again, and she nods, because right now, she thinks she'll die if they're never able to see each other again.

She closes her eyes briefly and shivers a little.

"Hey." He slips his arms around her again and pulls her tight against him. He's not exactly sure what caused the shiver, but it's instinct. "You all right?"

"Yeah," she says. "Just a little cold."

And a little scared, but she's not quite sure of what yet.

"And this is nice," she says, putting her head on his shoulder.

A hand reaches up and toys idly with the hair that hangs down her back.

"Want to go back inside?"

"Should probably head back," she says softly. "But this was...well, way more than nice."

"I aim to please." He smiles again, giving her a gentle squeeze before stepping back.

Angela laughs a little and keeps a hold of his hand as they begin their walk back.

"Are you hungry?" she asks, still feeling loose in her limbs. She runs a hand through her hair--it must be at least a little bit of a mess.