The Holiday Series
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menomegirlPart 3 of the Holiday series:
The Night After
by Menomegirl
Pairing:Angel/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Warning:M/M, slash, language
Spoilers: Up to S5 of ATS, 'Destiny'
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, etc, etc. This is fanfiction, only written for fun, no profit involved.
Summary: He dreamed of smoldering passion, desire in his heart that burned like fire, things he'd missed and needed and wanted all of his life.
The Night After
Lindsey slept late, only waking briefly when Eve left to attend that stupid Christmas party all Angel's do-gooders had planned to rally his spirits. Undead asshole. He lay there fuming silently to himself, still pissed off about the entire affair. All his planning, shot to shit, at least as far as that pain in the ass Angel was concerned. He didn't know exactly what he was gonna do...but he was gonna do something. He fell asleep, thinking when Eve came back, she'd tell him the gig was up, that Angel had his damn Fang Gang trying to find his ass.
He dreamed of smoldering passion, desire in his heart that burned like fire, things he'd missed and needed and wanted all of his life. Of things he'd almost had within his grasp, only to be snatched away just when he'd hoped that this time...this time, was the right time. He dreamed of the one who had done the most snatching. He dreamed of Angel. Dreamed of simmering anger, unfulfilled revenge, confusing hatred, and uneasy truces. Dreamed also of heated glances, words full of subtext and innuendo. Touches that meant to hurt, but had felt like a caress, knowing the hands hurting could have killed instead.
He woke up when she returned, slid into the bed next to him, and he held her in his arms, like he always did. He listened to her natter on about the party, the jokes, the presents, with a sense of growing amazement. Because Angel had apparently been in a good mood, laughing with his friends, and hadn't said one damn word about Lindsey being in town. And in answer to all their questions about his attitude change, all Angel would say was he'd received the best present the night before. Angel had rediscovered hope, he'd told them. Eve laughed at that.
Lindsey wasn't laughing.
His heart beat a rapid pace in his chest, and it took all his willpower not to shout with glee. He began to have hope, as well. Because he'd never been told he was anyone's best before. And.....Damn. He felt like Angel was placing trust in him. It was scary as hell, and very exhilarating. He held her until she fell asleep, then he gently disentangled himself from the suddenly annoying Eve.
He glanced down at her scattered clothes, and picked the damn things up. God, he hated sloppiness. He was putting them in the hamper when he found the note hidden in her clothes. For a minute, he just looked at it. He knew it was from Angel, without a doubt in his mind. Christ on a crutch! Fuck, he did smell me on her.
The implications were staggering, and Lindsey was sort of shell-shocked, knowing it had been almost two months since that night. Why hadn't Angel sought him out? He opened it with hands that shook.
I know you're wondering why I see you. I'm not exactly sure myself, but I think...that it's because you're in my heart. I know you're wondering why I did that to you. I did it because I want you, I always have. And you've always been so damn hard to read. I needed to know how much passion you had in you, if you could direct it at me, and I was afraid you'd turn me away. Words, names, and labels don't mean much to me. How much do they mean to you? Think about it, because I want you more than you'll ever know. I need you, because you make me whole. You complete me in a way no one else has ever come close to. I'll be waiting for you. Please don't turn your back on this.
Lindsey felt shivers run down his back. Angel wanted him. Angel needed him. He thought about the way Angel had made him feel. But that was only sex, right? Then he thought about the way Angel had looked at him. Okay, maybe it wasn't only sex. Because...no one had ever, ever, ever looked at him that way before.
Angel had been looking at him as if Lindsey meant the whole world to him. Had he misunderstood those looks?
Lindsey stared at himself in the mirror.
Just how much did words, names, and labels really mean to him, anyway?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This time, when he paused outside of Angel's door, it was with the fear that he'd misread the entire situation. Then his mind stilled the last of his lingering doubts, and he turned the knob. The door was unlocked. Lindsey entered knowing what he was letting himself in for, knowing all this could end badly, knowing full well the future wasn't set in stone, prophecy or not, and knowing as well, one of them might die before all was said and done.
Angel was in bed. Asleep. Really asleep, this time. Lindsey quietly walked over, and looked at him. He reached out and caressed the side of Angel's face. Those soulful brown eyes opened, sleepy-eyed, and the look in them touched something within Lindsey's heart that had been there, ignored and denied all this time. He let himself feel it grow, and didn't try to push it aside.
"Did you think about it?" Angel softly said.
"Yeah," Lindsey answered.
He began taking his clothes off, his eyes never leaving the vampire's. He crawled into Angel's bed this time of his own free will, wanting everything he could get. He kissed Angel with purpose this time, and Lindsey again felt that sweet, hot feeling rush through his body. It was Lindsey who touched, explored, and aroused this time. Angel let him have total access to his body, he was uninhibited in his desire, and he let Lindsey know in whispered words and lingering touches how much he wanted him. In kisses that were sweet, hot, and languid.
Angel discovered he wasn't beneath begging himself, not when it was Lindsey in his bed. The look of insecurity on the young man's face when Lindsey had momentary doubts about taking Angel into his mouth made words erupt out of the vampire he hadn't known he could say. The immense gratification both experienced when he did it was mutual.
Lindsey was thrilled Angel was that moved by him.
Angel was thrilled knowing Lindsey had never done it before.
Lindsey was a little wary when he found out how much stamina Angel was capable of. The vampire showed him in a dozen small ways that Lindsey had nothing to be afraid of, and in the end, it was still Lindsey who wanted Angel inside. The vampire, knowing his lover was still sore from the night before, used lube to gentle the way, and he took Lindsey with the gentleness and sensitivity only one of great strength could. Lindsey still felt that rush he'd felt the first time, because it was Angel he was doing it with.
It was only the beginning of a very long night of slow, hot passion. Neither man knew how things would end, where they'd go from this point in time. They both decided they didn't much care.
Angel was happy because Lindsey was finally where Angel had always wanted him.
Lindsey was happy because Angel had told him the one thing he'd always wanted hear the vampire say.
"I love you."
~TBC~
The Night After
by Menomegirl
Pairing:Angel/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Warning:M/M, slash, language
Spoilers: Up to S5 of ATS, 'Destiny'
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, etc, etc. This is fanfiction, only written for fun, no profit involved.
Summary: He dreamed of smoldering passion, desire in his heart that burned like fire, things he'd missed and needed and wanted all of his life.
The Night After
Lindsey slept late, only waking briefly when Eve left to attend that stupid Christmas party all Angel's do-gooders had planned to rally his spirits. Undead asshole. He lay there fuming silently to himself, still pissed off about the entire affair. All his planning, shot to shit, at least as far as that pain in the ass Angel was concerned. He didn't know exactly what he was gonna do...but he was gonna do something. He fell asleep, thinking when Eve came back, she'd tell him the gig was up, that Angel had his damn Fang Gang trying to find his ass.
He dreamed of smoldering passion, desire in his heart that burned like fire, things he'd missed and needed and wanted all of his life. Of things he'd almost had within his grasp, only to be snatched away just when he'd hoped that this time...this time, was the right time. He dreamed of the one who had done the most snatching. He dreamed of Angel. Dreamed of simmering anger, unfulfilled revenge, confusing hatred, and uneasy truces. Dreamed also of heated glances, words full of subtext and innuendo. Touches that meant to hurt, but had felt like a caress, knowing the hands hurting could have killed instead.
He woke up when she returned, slid into the bed next to him, and he held her in his arms, like he always did. He listened to her natter on about the party, the jokes, the presents, with a sense of growing amazement. Because Angel had apparently been in a good mood, laughing with his friends, and hadn't said one damn word about Lindsey being in town. And in answer to all their questions about his attitude change, all Angel would say was he'd received the best present the night before. Angel had rediscovered hope, he'd told them. Eve laughed at that.
Lindsey wasn't laughing.
His heart beat a rapid pace in his chest, and it took all his willpower not to shout with glee. He began to have hope, as well. Because he'd never been told he was anyone's best before. And.....Damn. He felt like Angel was placing trust in him. It was scary as hell, and very exhilarating. He held her until she fell asleep, then he gently disentangled himself from the suddenly annoying Eve.
He glanced down at her scattered clothes, and picked the damn things up. God, he hated sloppiness. He was putting them in the hamper when he found the note hidden in her clothes. For a minute, he just looked at it. He knew it was from Angel, without a doubt in his mind. Christ on a crutch! Fuck, he did smell me on her.
The implications were staggering, and Lindsey was sort of shell-shocked, knowing it had been almost two months since that night. Why hadn't Angel sought him out? He opened it with hands that shook.
I know you're wondering why I see you. I'm not exactly sure myself, but I think...that it's because you're in my heart. I know you're wondering why I did that to you. I did it because I want you, I always have. And you've always been so damn hard to read. I needed to know how much passion you had in you, if you could direct it at me, and I was afraid you'd turn me away. Words, names, and labels don't mean much to me. How much do they mean to you? Think about it, because I want you more than you'll ever know. I need you, because you make me whole. You complete me in a way no one else has ever come close to. I'll be waiting for you. Please don't turn your back on this.
Lindsey felt shivers run down his back. Angel wanted him. Angel needed him. He thought about the way Angel had made him feel. But that was only sex, right? Then he thought about the way Angel had looked at him. Okay, maybe it wasn't only sex. Because...no one had ever, ever, ever looked at him that way before.
Angel had been looking at him as if Lindsey meant the whole world to him. Had he misunderstood those looks?
Lindsey stared at himself in the mirror.
Just how much did words, names, and labels really mean to him, anyway?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This time, when he paused outside of Angel's door, it was with the fear that he'd misread the entire situation. Then his mind stilled the last of his lingering doubts, and he turned the knob. The door was unlocked. Lindsey entered knowing what he was letting himself in for, knowing all this could end badly, knowing full well the future wasn't set in stone, prophecy or not, and knowing as well, one of them might die before all was said and done.
Angel was in bed. Asleep. Really asleep, this time. Lindsey quietly walked over, and looked at him. He reached out and caressed the side of Angel's face. Those soulful brown eyes opened, sleepy-eyed, and the look in them touched something within Lindsey's heart that had been there, ignored and denied all this time. He let himself feel it grow, and didn't try to push it aside.
"Did you think about it?" Angel softly said.
"Yeah," Lindsey answered.
He began taking his clothes off, his eyes never leaving the vampire's. He crawled into Angel's bed this time of his own free will, wanting everything he could get. He kissed Angel with purpose this time, and Lindsey again felt that sweet, hot feeling rush through his body. It was Lindsey who touched, explored, and aroused this time. Angel let him have total access to his body, he was uninhibited in his desire, and he let Lindsey know in whispered words and lingering touches how much he wanted him. In kisses that were sweet, hot, and languid.
Angel discovered he wasn't beneath begging himself, not when it was Lindsey in his bed. The look of insecurity on the young man's face when Lindsey had momentary doubts about taking Angel into his mouth made words erupt out of the vampire he hadn't known he could say. The immense gratification both experienced when he did it was mutual.
Lindsey was thrilled Angel was that moved by him.
Angel was thrilled knowing Lindsey had never done it before.
Lindsey was a little wary when he found out how much stamina Angel was capable of. The vampire showed him in a dozen small ways that Lindsey had nothing to be afraid of, and in the end, it was still Lindsey who wanted Angel inside. The vampire, knowing his lover was still sore from the night before, used lube to gentle the way, and he took Lindsey with the gentleness and sensitivity only one of great strength could. Lindsey still felt that rush he'd felt the first time, because it was Angel he was doing it with.
It was only the beginning of a very long night of slow, hot passion. Neither man knew how things would end, where they'd go from this point in time. They both decided they didn't much care.
Angel was happy because Lindsey was finally where Angel had always wanted him.
Lindsey was happy because Angel had told him the one thing he'd always wanted hear the vampire say.
"I love you."
~TBC~