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TITLE: Swimmer in the Secret Sea
AUTHOR: Tesla
RATING: R?
SPOILERS:
CHARACTERS: Angel/Fred
DISCLAIMERS:
SUMMARY: a pwp, early in season 3 AtS
NOTES: A birthday fic for LittleHeaven70---she wanted more of "This Blue Night"
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She loved it when everyone left the Hyperion and she and Angel were alone. Some days she just wandered around the corridors, going in and out of the rooms. There was a lot of nice furniture, and a linen closet of towels and sheets and coverlets and curtains, enough to not to have to do laundry for a long time.
Angel did laundry at night, so she did hers, too, her clothes that had been boxed up and stuck in storage. Wesley had found them for her. Cordelia felt sorry for Fred, but Fred didn't care. They were clothes, and they had been made in this world, not Pylea, and they fit her. And she could wash them and they would still fit.
Hot water. Soap. She couldn't get enough of it.
And sex in the tub, was just like eating in the tub or drinking beer in the tub, was just such a fantastic idea that Fred couldn't believe people didn't do it more often.
What the gang didn't know---and it wasn't like it was a secret, Fred would have told them if they'd wanted to know---was that she and Angel had spent the night with each other the entire time in Pylea, and the two nights before he left on his grief trip, she had slept in his bed with him. He was the only one else in the hotel at night, and he was so sad and alone, and she knew all about that.
When he got back, she had been by herself at night all summer, and she came down the hall to him, to see how he was doing, to let him know she was all right. She must have misjudged how much time had passed, with them taking out the Nester demons, because he was soaking in the bathtub, a glass of whisky in his hand.
He was happy to see her out of the room, and he gave her his big smile that he didn't use very often. "Hiya, Fred."
"I don't have a tub in my room," she said, still standing by the door. She closed it behind her so the warmth and steam didn't leave. She was too far away too see anything, anyway. Not that he was looking. He looked tired, and took a long drink from his glass.
She moved closer.
"We need to move you," he said. "Or you can use---" He gulped as she shed her dress and stepped into the tub. It was more than big enough for two.
"Oh, my lord, hot water!" she said, and he tilted his head back and laughed.
That was the first time. It was the first time she'd had sex since before Pylea.
He still watched her with the same attentiveness, still careful not to be too rough after an unlife of having sex with demonwomen and vampire women and Slayers, and not caring about the human women he was going to eat afterward. He was careful with her, like she'd break, but Fred could tell him---did tell him---that five years in Pylea made her very tough.
Tonight, Angel pulled her back and she straddled his hips. It was a never-ending pleasure having him warm from the water---not that he was ever that cold. He smelled different to her---still good, still Angel, but warmer.
Some things were consistent with the first time.
He closed his eyes when she started kissing along his temples, closed his eyes when she first lowered herself onto him, closed his eyes when she snapped her hips up and down.
Not to shut her out, but to concentrate, because he opened them to look at her, to look into her eyes. To focus on her like they were the only ones awake.
She still liked it. Liked hot water and soap.
Still liked capturing his mouth with kisses, as he combed his fingers through her hair and sighed her name, liked it when he slid all the way under the water and tongued her as she held on to the sides of the tub and moaned and nearly collapsed into the water, and after her first orgasm, he rolled back up through the water like a dolphin and pulled her back on top.
He got a handful of her hair when he kissed her, and they both sighed when they were done and she collapsed, her breasts on his chest, still connected.
He slid them deeper into the still hot water.
"I still have to breathe," she whispered into his ear, her arms locked around his shoulders.
"I won't let you drown," he said. "I'll never let you drown." And he put his face into her neck and breathed deep.
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