"Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say bye bye till it be morrow," Xander intones with mock pathos.
This time Angel moves. One moment there's rough tree-bark under his fingertips, the next moment warm and sweaty skin. A live hot body squirming against him, sandwiched between the tree and Angel's larger frame, his rapid beating pulse straining against the crushing grip of Angel's fingers.
Feels good. Oh my ... the way Xander just keeps taunting Angel until, too late, he realizes just who and what he's really dealing with ... I love the visual you paint here.
I'm wondering if Angel is maybe out of character, too dark and nasty It works for me since he's hurting inside and wants to make Xander feel that hurt too. Wonderfully done, Estepheia ;-)
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Dark!Angel
Date: 2003-07-12 06:13 am (UTC)This time Angel moves. One moment there's rough tree-bark under his fingertips, the next moment warm and sweaty skin. A live hot body squirming against him, sandwiched between the tree and Angel's larger frame, his rapid beating pulse straining against the crushing grip of Angel's fingers.
Feels good.
Oh my ... the way Xander just keeps taunting Angel until, too late, he realizes just who and what he's really dealing with ... I love the visual you paint here.
I'm wondering if Angel is maybe out of character, too dark and nasty
It works for me since he's hurting inside and wants to make Xander feel that hurt too. Wonderfully done, Estepheia ;-)