Early to Bed, Early to Rise (Angel)

[Angelica Jones]

"Like the dead, apparently,"

Angel let out a very nervous chuckle, "On the bright side you were..." She audibly swallowed. "V-Very gentle. No lacerations at all.."

"I.. I suppose..."

Angel was suddenly self conscious of her endowment. The redheads face reddened a moment as she looked down at herself. Perhaps she should buy more t-shirts. Well she hadn't expected anyone to be seeing her in any of her lounge clothing. The woman was hardly casual, and no one ever saw the inside of her room. She glanced at Vidar. Well.. not before this. "I.. I could always put on my jersey if... if this is still to." She sounded almost as if she might cry. "uncomfortable.." She finished, her voice cracking a moment. She looked away from him, feeling insecure for a moment before he pulled her back to the position they'd been in before.

She was surprised, then, that he hadn't bolted out of her room. The buxom redhead stared at him a moment in complete disarray. The man was simply full of surprises. She smiled, however, nodding. "Yes.. I am off." She finally answered. She noticed him rubbing a particular shoulder and hesitantly reached her hand over, rubbing. She added a bit of pressure, her green eyes looking towards his face. "You slept awkwardly." She stated. Why she should feel bad for it was unfathomable, yet the small woman managed to put the blame on herself.

Angel, after a few more moments, began to relax. She even went as far as to pull him even closer. This was an entirely new thing for her, and she was lost in the moment. Comfortable, warm, snuggled next to a handsome man. She had always assumed that last was simply something that wouldn't happen in her life. For a long while she hadn't been able to receive the lightest of intimate touches without causing a fire. Yet today she'd... Well she hadn't started any fires, and Vidar wasn't radioactive.

Progress!

Very good progress for her love life.

She smiled to herself, her fingers trailing over his neck and shoulders. "Truly.." She said quietly, thinking aloud. "I thought you'd be out the door as soon as you could open your eyes." She said absentmindedly. She was content to stay like this all weekend, even if he was a stranger. "Are you thirsty? Or hungry?" She asked after a few moment of content silence, and petting. "I could always run to the kitchen and whip up some breakfast." Even if it was afternoon, nearing evening. "Of course I think there may be some leftover pizza, or wings... And whatever else is in my fridge." She didn't know off the top of her head.

[Vidar Anfinson]

"I.. I could always put on my jersey if... if this is still too... uncomfortable.."

"I'm alright if you are," he replied, settling himself a bit more against Angel. She was soft and warm and covered enough that he wasn't worried that she might be offended about being too uncovered. After all, she had picked the tank top so it must have been an acceptable covering. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be he pillow now or not, but he was reasonably sure he wasn't nearly as good a pillow as she was and if she wanted to switch she would say so.

"Yes.. I am off. You slept awkwardly."

"So I've noticed," he answered, dropping his hand from his shoulder as she took over. She was pretty good at it too. Almost involuntarily his arms curled around the redhead a bit tighter and he pressed his shoulder into her hands. "You're good at that."

"Truly... I thought you'd be out the door as soon as you could open your eyes."

"And why would I do an unhealthy thing like that," the Norwegian asked, draping one of his legs over one of Angel's and settling a hand down around her hip. "I seem to recall saying you could pet as much as you liked and you don't seem to be done yet. Besides that, you're the only woman that's ever shown any real interest and..." He trailed off for a moment, searching for a diplomatic way of saying what he was thinking of, as well as seeking to avoid blabbing too much. Things were going well, of course, but he doubted that the statuesque and curvaceous redhead would be interested in pursuing something more. Best to leave those thoughts unelaborated upon for the time being. "Really all I need is a soft pillow and something to keep me warm and I find this to be preferable to my normal solo arrangements."

"I think I could get used to this."

"Are you thirsty? Or hungry? I could always run to the kitchen and whip up some breakfast. Of course I think there may be some leftover pizza, or wings... And whatever else is in my fridge."

"I'm alright, but if you need to get something for you... I suppose I could let you up," Vidar said in a tone that indicated he'd really prefer not to let her up at all. "If you need to order something go ahead, my treat. You bought the pizza, it's only fair." He tightened his grip around the woman before settling in once more. At this point about the only way they could be physically closer to one another would be if the avian man were 'sliding into home', whatever that meant. It had been a term his college roommate had used on several occasions to describe how dates had went though the meaning of the phrase was lost on the birdman.

[Angelica Jones]

"I'm alright if you are,"

Angel relaxed a bit more, feeling less self conscious about her... endowment. She continued rubbing his shoulder, pleased that it seemed to help him a bit as he pressed his shoulder into her grasp. She noted the fact that he pulled her even tighter, resisting the urge to smile and blush like a thirteen year old girl. Of course that's exactly how she felt in this current situation, all fluttery and nervous. In fact her heart was racing a mile a minute, something she was positive he could hear; or feel with his head resting where it was.

"And why would I do an unhealthy thing like that, I seem to recall saying you could pet as much as you liked and you don't seem to be done yet. Besides that, you're the only woman that's ever shown any real interest and.. Really all I need is a soft pillow and something to keep me warm and I find this to be preferable to my normal solo arrangements."

She noticed his sudden stop in that current sentence was was dumbfounded for a moment. If she interpreted that sentence correctly, which she often times got wrong, he was saying she was the first woman to show interest in him? But that couldn't be right. It just couldn't. First of all he was marvelous just to look at. Handsome and by far one of the most intriguing individuals she had ever met. She pondered for a moment then, he had spoken of women of ill-repute. But that had been all he'd said. Surely other women had thrown themselves at him? If Angel only had the confidence to do something so drastic. No she would stick with her quiet nature.

"I think I could get used to this."

"As could I." She blurted out before she could stop herself from saying it. It of course granted him a sheepish smile as well as a blooming red blush. She continued to run her hands through his feathers, absentmindedly even. She laughed, however, as he offered to let her up being completely unconvincing. She smiled and shook her head. "No. I can wait. When my stomach starts screaming at me I'll eat then." She said quietly. Her breath hitched slightly as his hand found her hip and his leg lazily draped over hers. She liked this. She liked this very much, possibly too much. But Angel wanted to try something.

The small redhead disturbed his comfort for a moment to snuggled down further into the bed. She pulled the pillow from behind her back, placing it gently beneath his head and then moved further into his arms, curling onto her side so that she could face him. She placed her head halfway on the pillow and half way onto his arm. She didn't make him move his leg, merely placed hers over his. She met his eyes a moment, nervously pulling him closer and wrapping her arms around him. She avoided his eyes a moment as her chest pressed against his, and without a particular garment he was sure to notice the fact that she certainly wasn't displeased with their accommodations.

"Any woman not interested in you is blind, and I pity her." She said softly, barely above a whisper. She would have placed her head under his chin except her body wouldn't allow it. Otherwise she'd be smashed, and that could be potentially uncomfortable.

This position was one she'd often seen in movies and heard about while in college. It had always sounded rather comforting. Not overly sexual, or inappropriate. Her arms tightened even more around him as she grew even more comfortable, completely relaxed in the warmth of his grasp. She could indeed get used to this treatment.

"I understand, though." She said quietly, her eyes closing a moment but a smile tugging at her lips. "I've... I've never had... suitors." She said her voice choking a bit. Of course that's what she thought. Plenty of men had tried, but they'd never been blatantly open about it. The poor woman needed a neon sign that informed her someone was interested. Not to mention she'd been far too afraid to allow herself the comfort of touch.

[Vidar Anfinson]

Vidar allowed Angel to slide the pillow under his head, even though he was loathe to move. Her chest really did make an ideal pillow, so much better than the pillows on his bed. Even if he could hear her heartbeat, actually that was kind of a bonus since it reminded him that he wasn't dreaming. The next thing he knew she had slid into his arms pressing her ample chest against his own. Still, it felt like there were a couple of fingers poking him in the chest. It wasn't that cold and both of Angel's arms were wrapped around him and she'd wrapped one of her legs over his.

Why was he being poked in the chest?

Oh... OH!

Apparently the redhead was more than pleased with their current arrangement. That was good to know, right? Best not to point out that he had noticed anything was amiss.

"Any woman not interested in you is blind, and I pity her. I understand, though. I've... I've never had... suitors."

"Thank you," Vidar said softly in response to Angel's words, giving her a light squeeze in the process. He decided against mentioning that it wasn't all that unpleasant to know that she was turned on at the moment. To him it was a signal that her remarks were genuine.

"But I find it hard to believe you've never had suitors," he said seriously, looking her in the eyes. "You're perf..." He trailed off for a moment and pulled the redhead into him, enjoying the press of her body against his. The truth was she looked perfect, she seemed perfect, but he'd also really only just met her. He wasn't totally sure yet if she was perfect or not. Still, he supposed it would be good to gather more information to find out if she was or not.

"So," he asked, trying to change the topic quickly lest she make an issue of what he had almost said a moment ago. It occurred to him that he should offer her dinner as a means of recompense. "How about dinner at my place here on the grounds in, say, three days?"

[Angelica Jones]

That light squeeze was enough to send her head reeling towards where those hands had earlier squeezed. She took a shallow breath and focused on what he was saying. Maybe it was a bad idea for her to be laying in bed with a man who had unknowingly been the first to fondle the great pair of melons that hid beneath her clothes. Not to mention as turned on as she was, he wasn't fried and she wasn't even showing the yellow aura just yet.

"But I find it hard to believe you've never had suitors,"

Angel laughed quietly, her hands rubbing against him absentmindedly as well as having missed that last part. Had she known she was doing so she would have immediately apologized, not wanting him to feel like she were treating him like some kind of pet. She smiled up at him and shook her head. "No sir. None. I suppose something must have scared them off." She didn't mention the fact that she assumed it was her... endowments that might have done so. She saw the way they looked at her. Like she had some sort of freakish disfigurement there. She curled into him a bit more at that thought, as if trying to hide the generous view he had from above.

"How about dinner at my place here on the grounds in, say, three days?"

That caught her off guard and her head snapped upward. Wide green eyes stared at him in surprise. "Dinner?" She asked, her voice quavering just a bit. Did he mean like a date kind of dinner? Or casual dinner? She didn't know if it was polite to ask such a question. Instead the redhead smiled and nodded. "That sounds wonderful. I'd love to. What time?"

[Vidar Anfinson]

"Dinner? That sounds wonderful. I'd love to. What time?"

When she looked up at him with a green wide-eyed stare Vidar was a bit afraid he'd asked her something, or done something, that was inappropriate. Still, it could hardly be more inappropriate than what had transpired while he was using her ample endowment as a pillow. Regrettably, from where he was at, he was no longer being allowed to use those pillows for the moment though he had to admit that the way the redhead was snuggling against him was not at all displeasing. He also didn't want to make too much of an issue out of it lest she think he was only being nice so as to be allowed close to her fantastic body.

Seriously, he'd always assumed that women stacked like Angel was were myth.

"How about eighteen thirty," he asked, using military time without even thinking that Angel might not understand how that worked. It was amazing, really, how many people didn't understand the simple twenty-four hour clock. He pulled the top heavy redhead more tightly against him as they lay there, resigned to the fact that he was once again relegated to pillow duty but not all that disappointed by the prospect.

[Angelica Jones]

"How about eighteen thirty,"

"S-Sounds lovely. I'll be there."

Angels cheeks flushed. Military time. Of course it was military time, the man was a vet. She opened her mouth to ask him to clarify, but quickly shut it. She was awful with military time. Never quite understood why. Give her a tempo and she was golden. Military time? Lost. She nodded her head, resigning to not asking at all. She'd google it. That would work right? She was positive it would work. The redhead was too embarrassed to simply put herself on the chopping block with that. He pulled her in even closer and Angel smiled to herself. She could definitely get used to something like this. Though just thinking that made her cheeks flush.

They'd only just met.

And already she was delighted to simply be cuddled by him. She knew nothing.. well she knew something about him. But in a strange way she felt drawn to the feathered man, and that was entirely new. Whether it was simply because she was incredibly attracted to him or not she'd soon find out. After all if they were to have dinner together she supposed she'd see if it was just her attraction or if there could be something more. Too soon to tell.

With her leg still thrown over his she scooted her hips up further practically fusing them together. One of her hands trailed over his chest, once again marveling at the softness that covered the strength of muscle. She turned her head upward to look at his face again, her green eyes searching his icy gaze. "Are you going to spend all day with me?" She asked sheepishly, her tone sounding pathetically hopeful.

[Vidar Anfinson]

"Are you going to spend all day with me?"

Vidar let go of Angel for a moment and stretched his arms before wrapping them back around the redhead. "I don't see why not," he said at last, settling back down into the bed with Angel. True, he had things that he could get done today as the grounds keeper. But, it was technically one of his days off so he didn't have to go work if he didn't want to. And he didn't want to.

"You don't seem to be in a big hurry to kick me out, and I'm in no real hurry to leave."