tft6

She awoke slowly. Curled up in a ball, Angel was vaguely aware of her surroundings. The blinds were drawn on the windows, leaving their bedroom darkened. Sunlight threatened to bath the room in bright light, the thin rays penetrating through the vertical slats. She rolled over sleepily, noticing Nick gone. Inhaling deeply, Angel sat up against the headboard and crunched up her face in slight pain. "OW! My ass!!!" she exclaimed outloud to no one. She laughed to herself as she slid from the bed. Hearing the water running, she padded to the bathroom and nudged the door open. She stood in front of the sink and brushed her teeth. Looking in the mirror, she saw Nick's reflection in the shower through the large glass doors. He was sitting on a ledge. Just sitting there. Spitting out her paste, she rinsed and undressed. She didn't know whether he knew she was there or not, so she gently tapped on the door, slid it open and stepped in. Closing it, she moved toward him. The hot water soaked her skin and steam filled the cubicle. Nick sat before her, water raining down on him, his light blonde hair, now darker and hanging in his face. His eyes stayed focused on the green washcloth in his hands. His fingers played with the edges, turning it around and around. Angel closed the gap between them, stood before him and rested her hands on his knees. He looked up at her and half smiled; gone before she could return it. His eyes dropped back down to his interesting cloth. She gently pulled on it, taking it from him. He looked so forlorn, soaked to the bone, dripping and naked. Just sitting there. Long legs dangling over the ledge, letting the water pound him. Angel gently took his chin in her hand and raised his face back to hers. She smiled widely at him, and pushed back a clump of wet hair off his forehead. "Whatsa matter, baby?" Her smile never wavered as he met her eyes. Was that tears she saw? She couldn't tell. Nick took her hand and pulled her to him. He clung to her, wrapping his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder, his legs tightened around her waist, keeping her close. She held him like that for a time, not speaking. Finally, she pulled outta his grasp, and picked his head up with both hands to look him in the eye. "Nick....? You okay, sweetie? What's wrong?" He took both her hands and pulled her back into him. He sat up straight, and rested his head on hers, his arms taking her in again."I was just thinkin' bout stuff. Got a little sad, that's all." He tightened his arms around her. Angel started to get a tad worried. "What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly. He snuggled his face into her neck roughly, shutting his eyes. "That we have less than 4 more days left here.....then we gotta go to some city, somewhere.....over and over and over again. And I'll be so busy, and so tired, and you'll be so bored and sick of it all. Then you'll wanna come home, and I can't and I'll be left alone....." He stammered on endlessly, she couldn't get a word in edgewise. Angel had to handle him with her kid gloves sometimes. This was one of them. She unlatched his arms from him and pulled away enough to look at his face. "Now you know, once we get out there, you'll be fine. Back with your friends, back onstage. And I'm not gonna leave you, Nicky!!!......" She shook his head a bit for emphasis. "......Yeah....I don't want to leave home either, and touring is very long and wearing....but as long as I get to sleep next to you at night, and watch you shake that ass every evening on stage....it will NEVER be boring, Nick!" She smiled and widened her eyes at him. He returned it with a large grin. "Now....for someone that doesn't want me to leave him, you gotta funny way of disappearing on me in the mornings....How about you get that hot ass of yours outta here and go make me some lunch?! " Nick's grin turned into a toothy smile as he stood up. "Okay.....I can do that." He kissed her quickly on the lips, opened the door and grabbed his towel. She watched him dry off through the glass and leave. He just needs a pep talk every once in a while, that's all.

Angel took her time in the shower. Checking herself, she seemed ok. Just hurt a bit. 'Well....least I won't be constipated.' She mused to herself. Drying off back in the bedroom, she heard Nick banging around in the kitchen below her. 'Must be almost done.' She grabbed her cut~off shorts and one of Nick's favorite Tampa Bucs jerseys. Slipped that on, it hung down almost to her knees. Running a brush through her hair, she walked downstairs and sat at the table. Nick, now dressed in beige shorts, and a black muscle shirt, smiled as he served her a plate of fries and a burger. They ate in silence. Finished, Angel picked up their dishes and tossed them in the washer. "So...Nicky.....We're actually dressed. What are we doing today?" Looking at her and wiping the counter clean, "Hmmmm.....Why are we dressed? I vote we go back to bed." She chuckled at him and playfully shoved him. "Pervert." He side grinned, "I was just thinkin' of takin' a nap....I don't know what you had in mind." "OH PLEASE." As Angel finished cleaning up, Nick got caught up in a circle of tongue waggings and panting pooches. He ran outside on the patio with them, playing fetch. She watched him from the large glass doors separating them. The sun was bright and caught every highlight in his hair. A genuine smile graced his face. He looked at peace now. He threw the ball to an oblivious bunch, and he went to get it out of her view. Angel went back upstairs to clean up their room a bit while he was busy. While throwing towels and clothes in the hamper, she too, thought about having to leave soon. Touring was hard. Fun in the beginning and the end. But the months in the middle are tiring. She hates sleeping on the bus, hates the noise, and lack of privacy her and Nick have. But, she agreed to this life a long time ago. With him, came a lot of baggage. Used to it, yeah. Like it, hell no. But...that's the price for a guy like him. She'd pay it. Finished with her clean up, she actually thought about starting the packing for their departure. 'Uh huh....No way.....Live these last few days to the fullest.' She quickly reminded herself. She trotted down the steps to find her favorite boy sitting in front of the TV, Dreamcast controller in hand. 'So much for that idea.' She chuckled to herself. "I lost ya, didn't I???" She yelled to get his attention. He had a break in his game for a second and glanced at her. "Ten more minutes, babe!!!" A monster began chasing his character, obviously needing his undivided attention. Angel rolled her eyes, knowing he's gone for at least a couple hours. 'Boys.' She headed back up the steps and into their room. Popping in one of her favorite movies, she crawled back into her bed. Yanking her shorts off, she cuddled up with Nick's pillow, inhaling his scent.Before the beginning credits even ended, Angel drifted off to a light sleep, Nick's game clicking and beeping softly in the background.

TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tired, fingers sore, Nick looked at the clock on the VCR. 'OH SHIT!' He shut off his game and stood, stretching his body, rubbing his tummy absently. He silently took the steps two at a time, and pushed the door open. She lay on her back, head turned to the side, breathing regularly. He stepped over and sat gently next to her body, staring at her soft features.She sighed as he touched her face with the back of his hand, stroking lightly. Deciding to let her sleep, he clicked off the TV and quietly stepped back out, leaving the door ajar.

Not in the mood to fight the monsters of the world anymore, he stood in the middle of the living room looking around, for something to do. The sun was beginning to set. Swimming's out. He made his way to the music room down the hall. Shutting the door most of the way, he looked around. The tall windows let in the last remaining rays of the day, casting the small room in a red/orange glow. The whole room was surrounded with electronic equipment. Some of it he knew how to use, some not. His large wooden desk housed his computer, fax, printers, phones, etc. Papers and discs cluttered it, along with his wrappers from past snack breaks.Plaques lined the walls, from ceiling to floor. Many accumulated from group awards from the past 8 years. Sitting down in a chair he gazed over them for a time. He tinkered on his keyboard for a second. Tiring of that real quick, he rolled his chair over to his desk and played on the computer for a few minutes. Bored with that too, his eye caught his drum set in the corner. He's had it for years, and added to it often. Now it became a huge monstrosity that took up a good amount of space. Staring at it for a few moments, he got up suddenly, and stepped behind the kit. Sitting down on the little black stool, he grabbed a couple sticks and started twirling them around his fingers, lost in thought. Spreading his legs apart, he got more comfortable. His foot teased him by setting on the bass pedal. He tapped it softly, it responding with a low beat. He looked around some more, clicking his sticks together. The sun beat down through the windows, onto his face. The walls covered in a bright red glare. He could barely see without squinting. 'It'll go down in a few.' He thought to himself, too lazy to get up and shut the blinds. His foot kept a rhythm on the bass drum, he tapped the hi hats every once in a while. Not being able to contain himself any longer, Nick slammed his foot down, and beat the rest with his sticks. He kept up a beat for a few minutes and stopped. Looking around for something else to play with, and not finding anything, he subjected himself fully to his kit. Full force, and with every beat hit hard, Nick played his heart out.

UPSTAIRS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Angel jolted awake. It didn't take her long to figure out where the racket was coming from. 'Guess the video game has worn it's welcome.' She sighed. She listened to him play for a bit, the pounding being felt right through the bedposts. She pictured him, playing hard, his arms swinging his sticks pounding the skins. His face scrunched in concentration, his leg bouncing to the beat on the bass drum. She slid outta bed with one intent. Stepping out of her underwear and kicking it to the hamper, Angel readjusted Nick's jersey and let the hem fall to her legs. She quickly made her way downstairs and down the hall. The pounding was at an all time volume as she secretly nudged the door open a crack. His face glowed in perspiration, the setting sun bathing him in an orangish/red tint. He scrunched his face at the hard effort he was putting out, slamming his arms up and down again and again. His mouth, parted, silently counting beats over and over again. Blonde hair flopped with every head bob to the rhythmic beat he kept. He was oblivious to everything. Angel swallowed hard and came up with a gameplan. She stepped through the door and made her way to him. Coming up on his back, she watched his muscles ripple with his every move. She bent slightly to his level and inhaled his musky scent. She kissed him, unsuspectingly, on his neck, sucking gently for a moment. Startled, Nick looked, looked away and did a double take. Eyes widening, he was about to stop. "NO! KEEP PLAYING!" she yelled. "WHAT?!?!!!" Angel stood by his side as he stopped pounding. "Did I wake you? I thought I'd let ya sleep and get some rest after......"

Angel stared at him, her eyes glassy, her mouth parted slightly. "Ya wanna know what got me outta bed Nicky?" Nick stopped talking, aware that this was probably not just a normal question."Huh?" He stammered. She stared him in the eye, then backed up again. Sliding her arm over his shoulder, she bent her head down and lightly blew her hot breath near his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe for a second, she whispered, "The thought of you, down here, pounding away......" She slid her arms around his neck and crossed her fingers together in front of him, pulling his head closer to her face. "....and I have a question only you can answer." Nick swallowed hard, his fingers rolling his sticks nervously between them. "W-w-wh-hat's that?" She smiled wickedly at his uncertainty. "A drummer can keep all his beats going, all at the same time. I always wondered if it took a special individual to accomplish this......But then, listening to you......" She slid her arms from around his neck and ran them seductively down his chest, feeling every muscle, every little roll on his stomach ".......I already knew you were special." Nick smiled. He had no idea what she was getting at, but he liked where it was going. "So I have a proposition for you Nicky."

Feeling a bit more confident now, Nick felt Angel's hands massage his shoulders slowly, and he watched as she stepped away from his back to his side. "A proposition, huh?? I'm always up for a challenge...." His eyebrows arched in knowing, and amusement. Angel saw the cockiness surface, giving her even more reason to beat him......so to speak. "Rules: You play. If you stop, for any reason......I win. If you can play straight through anything I throw at you......you win."

Nick thought for a moment. He was a great drummer, he could take her. "What do I get when I win??" he questioned, folding his arms over his chest, his sideways smile appearing. Angel couldn't take it when he got a big head. Well, not this kind, anyway. "I'm gonna burst your little bubble Nicky, and for a whole day, YOU do whatever I wish, with no complaint, and without selfishness. Got it??"

He stared at her for a moment, to make sure she was serious. Her eyes blazed at him, clearly challenging him to a duel. "And vice versa if I win?!?! Hell yeah...you're on!!"

"Okay then. Whenever you're ready, Nicky." He unfolded his arms and grabbed his sticks again. Readjusting his stool, he sat back a bit farther and stretched his legs a bit.Satisfied with his position placement, he flashed her a smile and started drumming a slow rhythmic tune. He kept his eyes on her as he silently counted his beats. Angel stepped in front of the kit, her hands resting on the cymbals and bent slightly towards him. She stared into his bright blue eyes, a hint of lust passing through her. He watched her lick her lips slowly as one hand played with the hem of her jersey. She slowly slid the red shirt up her thighs, his eyes falling to her waist. Angel raised her right foot up onto a stand, giving him a good view. She watched his eyes widen when he saw what was before him. "Nice touch!" He yelled over his continuing pounding. Smiling, his gaze fell back on her face. Undaughnted, Angel ran her hands up her body, lifting her jersey as she went. He licked his lips and slammed his sticks a bit harder when she revealed his two favorite toys. She smiled to herself, 'Got his attention now. Gotta keep it...' She thought, making sure his eyes stay where they're supposed to. She held up the jersey's hem with a few fingers, and with her other hand, grazed her stomach lightly, over her navel, invitingly. Nick swallowed hard, and kept playing. Her hand traveled higher up her body, her eyes never leaving his watchful face. She lightly ran a palm over her breast, leaning forward at the sensation. Using her fingers, she traced circles around her nipple, bringing it to a hard peak. Rubbing harder, she watched his eyes slant, his beat slowing a bit. Bored with that, Angel let the jersey drop back down, much to Nick's chagrin. Stepping around the kit, she watched his hands, and counting beats with him, she took the right time to stop one hand and take the drumstick out. He immediately grabbed another out of the holster, never missing a beat. She got back to her original place in front of him.

The sun had begun to set low now. Soft hues of yellow and orange painted his face in a warm glow. He watched her hands slowly raise the hem again, but with the end of his stick. Angel raised it back up, exposing a breast. Holding it up with one hand, she took his drumstick in the other and rubbed it over her nipple. Moving it around and around, the tip of it tugging at her.Nick watched her, lust in his eyes, his mouth watering. She kept up her game, dragging the stick down her body, over her navel. It was warm and moist from Nick's handling for so long. She had his very undivided attention now. There was no way he was gonna take his eyes off her. She slowly raised her foot back up, resting it on the stand. His eyes widened at the hope of what she may do. And 'do' she did. Angel slid the stick around her upper thigh, back up to her navel, and finally, tracing her triangle. She watched Nick intently. He hadn't looked her in the eye since she began. 'He should crumble soon, then.' She reasoned. Nick watched the tip of his drumstick pull at her folds, teasing her, teasing him. Using her other hand, Angel spread herself a bit, giving him an eyeful. She grazed the end over her clit, gently. Looking at his face was enough to turn her on, she wanted him so bad. Thin lines of sweat trailed down the sides of his face, his lips parted slightly, breathing heavy from his exertion. He beat got a bit erratic, slowing, then speeding up, but he did not stop. Angel heard him falter, and she smiled to herself, knowing she had this kind of power over him. Nick watched as the tip disappeared from his sight as Angel slid a few inches of it in her. She rotated her hand, the stick making circles inside her. She slowly pulled out a bit, Nick noticing the glistening on the wood. His shorts were getting very uncomfortable now. His body betraying from what his eyes witnessed before him. Angel saw his tightening shorts, and figured now was a good time. She licked her lips at the thought. Letting the hem fall back down her body, it was like she shut the curtains on the finest show he's ever seen. His face fell a bit, and for the first time since she began, he met her eyes in a disappointed look. He hit the skins harder. Angel stepped around again, squeezing in between Nick's leg and the kit. His opposite foot pounded the bass pedal over and over as he watched her kneel before him. He instinctively sat back a little, giving her more room, his beats softening a bit. She scooted as close to him as she could, her fingers began working the zipper of his shorts. She could feel his growing excitement under her hands. Finally getting it down, she reached in and took hold of his cock, pulling it out. Nick shuddered at her touch, his eyes closing as he kept counting. Sweat dripped off his chin onto her face, his scent filling her nostrils. His arms banged away, the muscles on his chest working hard. Angel licked her lips again and took his tip in her waiting mouth. Nick thrusted his pelvis towards her face, sitting at an odd angle. She sucked the tip for a few moments, then nibbled her way to his base and back up again. Nick closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. He wanted to look so bad, but he knew if he did, he'd cause himself more problems. He counted over and over. Feeling somewhat in control, he breathed as evenly as possible, opened his eyes, and slowly bent his head to look between his legs. He watched his hard rod disappear into her inviting mouth. She sucked hard, suctioning his head with her lips. Her tongue swirled around him roughly. His foot stopped for a moment. Angel heard the bass drum in her ear cease for a few beats. She almost had him. Using her hands, he watched her spread the opening of his shorts wider and massaged his nuts. Rolling them between her fingers, grazing her thumb over the top. Closing his eyes again, he knew he couldn't take much more. He was facing it. His cock was throbbing, and he couldn't think straight. 'How bad could slave for a day be?' he asked himself. She clamped her lips harder on his tip and tugged as she sucked him. Nick groaned loudly. He looked again, confirming his decision. Her tongue pressed hard, lips closed tightly, vacuuming him of his thoughts. He threw the sticks aside, and in one swift motion, stood, kicking the stool away from them. She had expected it, but was still surprised at his action. He knelt with her, shoving her to the floor. His hands were all over her. Kissing her face, over her neck. His hand worked at pushing his shorts down while his other found her breast. Nick dipped his head below her collarbone, lifted her jersey up farther and took a hard nipple in his mouth. Licking and tugging expertly, Angel moaned in delight. "I need you, Nick..." She whispered loudly in his ear and raking his back. Nick shoved his shorts farther down his thighs and spread her legs wide with his knee. His cock, now fully freed, jutted before him. And with one quick thrust, he buried himself in her. They both arched their backs at the sudden sensations. Nick held himself above, pounding into her, sweat dripping off his face. His eyes closed in ecstasy, he thrusted over and over. Angel contracted her muscles, making his face contort in pleasure and pain. She clamped her eyes shut in the pain that managed to overtake her. His roughness, usually welcomed, was a bit too hard to handle after last night's playtime. Her hands found their way up the back of his sweaty shirt, nails dragging his sides. She hung on until intense pleasure challenged the dull throbbing of her ass. She lifted her hips to meet his as he slammed into her, his cock filling her, making her forget all about anything else but him and his need for her. He could feel her tightening and releasing faster, he couldn't hold on much longer. "Cum for me baby......" he whispered gruffly. Angel shut her eyes tight and felt her insides collapsing. He ground himself into her as she came, nails digging his back hard. He winced and rode her orgasm out. Feeling her open back up from her grip, he pushed himself all the way in, arching his back. Throwing his head back, he grunted loudly as he released his fluid into her. "OOOOHHHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!" Angel felt his cum shoot out of him in a strong stream, filling her. He pumped a few more times, his arms giving out, he collapsed on her body. They both took deep breaths as their muscles relaxed. Nick slid down a bit, resting his head on her collarbone. Angel wrapped her arms around him and held him close for a few moments, regaining their strength. "I win." She smiled into his hair. Exhaling tiredly, "I don't care." He closed his eyes, loving the closeness.

The sun had fallen below the horizon, leaving the room in a blueish/purple light. Night was coming. Angel wiggled underneath him, hinting to him to get off. He finally pulled himself out of her, both of them grunting. Nick rose, yanked up his shorts and offered a hand to Angel. She stood and leaned into him, kissing his lips softly. Nick took her hand and led them out the door. She looked back at the drum set, smiling. Making their way down the hall, and into the living room, Nick eyed the heated swimming pool. "I need to cool off.....or rinse off....one or the other." He stated, trying to weigh each need. "Wanna join me for a quick swim?" He raised his eyebrows at her with a slight grin. Angel let go of his hand and rolled her eyes affectionately. "Give me a minute, I'll go get some towels...." Nick watched her trot up the stairs. He smiled at her attire. Secretly, he loved it when she wore his clothes. She would often grab his PJ bottoms and wear them to let the dogs out or get the mail. Even though she stepped on the ends and swam in them, it always made him look twice at her. Perhaps it was his way of marking his territory. He didn't know, but she sure did look hot in them. Turning back, he opened the patio door and stepped out. Warm air greeted him, swishing passed his face. He breathed in deeply, smelling the sea as he turned on the pool lights that lined the inside and made it glow. He softened the glare by turning the knob down a bit. Satisfied, Nick peeled off his muscle shirt and tossed it to the concrete. Angel stepped through the door, towels in hand. "HEY! That's MY job!!!" She teased him. He turned and smiled at her widely. "Well have at it then!" He raised his arms, looking down at his shorts. She rolled her eyes again and laughed. "Come here." She wiggled her finger at him, gesturing to join her. Nick stepped foreward, still grinning, and waiting for her to handle his shorts. Angel dropped the towels and promptly shoved him backwards into the pool. Nick surfaced, whipping his hair outta his face and treading water. "You play dirty!" He yelled, half laughing. Angel stepped to the edge, towering before him, smiling at her actions. Looking up at her, he found something else that caught his eye. "Did I mention that I love your choice of clothing this evening?..........Especially the view I'm getting now!!" Realizing that he was staring straight up her jersey, she kicked some water in his face, slightly disenchanted at her dampened joy of "getting him good." Nick backed up quickly from the edge. He reached down and removed his shorts, raised them over his head and whipped them at her. She got nailed, water soaking her face and chest. Her jersey clung to her as she stood there, surprised and dripping. "NICK!!!!!!!!!!!" Angel jumped in after him, Nick laughing and trying to get away. He swam to the opposite edge, but Angel was right on his heels. She grabbed his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, steadying herself.They were both laughing and splashing about. Settling down, and grinning at their fun, Nick took her and pulled her through the water to the more shallow end where he was just able to stand. Angel hung on his body so she wouldn't have to tread and pouted into his face."........Awful mean to me tonight, Nicky......" She observed with a hint of play. He rolled his eyes and smiled, hugging her closer. "Hey....I gotta get it all out now, since I have to be nice to you for an ENTIRE day!!! ......." He wiped a few droplets from her cheeks and smoothed back her hair gently. "........So when do I fulfill my end of the deal?" She studied his face for a moment trying to decide. "Ya know, Nicky....I think I'll save it. Use it later when I need some housework and laundry done." That wiped the smile right off his face. "I thought you might use it for ...umm.........more pleasurable purposes..." He squeezed her ass for an incentive. "Nah....I'd rather not have to scrub the bathroom floor and watch you do it. That'll be pleasure enough." Angel grinned at her decision. "Fine." Nick looked off, avoiding her face, playfully. "I'll let ya know when I want to cash in on my winnings, K?" She winked at him and kissed his warm lips sweetly. "Okay, okay....You won fair and square.........I guess." He looked away again, rolling his eyes. She grabbed his chin and pulled his face back. "YOU GUESS?! YOU GUESS?!" Smiling, she reached between them and grabbed hold of his shaft, rubbing hard and tugging a bit too much. "OW!....... FAIR AND SQUARE!!!!" He exclaimed loudly, pulling his rod outta her hand and protecting it from her wrath. He dropped her and swam away to the edge, backing up and leaned against it. Angel followed him, reattaching her legs around his, her arms around his neck.She looked into his eyes and neared her lips to his. He met her halfway as their lips touched in a wet kiss. Nick's hands held her up under her ass, stroking her thighs lightly through the water. His mouth worked it's way down her neck, sucking lightly. Angel closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. "I could stay here forever." She sighed into his ear. Nick pulled back a bit, licking his lips and studying her face. ""Here" meaning in the pool, or "here" meaning in general?" He asked softly, and going back to her neck. Angel dipped her head back down to his face, taking his earlobe between her teeth, kissing and tugging. "Here meaning, in your arms....alone together....with all the time in the world...." "But we don't have all the time in the world." He stated matter~of~factly. Angel sighed again, knowingly. "I know." "Maybe we should make the most of it......" Nick's voice trailed off, hinting.She looked him in the eyes again, shaking her head gently in amusement. "Don't you ever get tired?? You're like the Energizer Bunny.....By the end of tomorrow night, I'm not gonna be able to walk." His face took a surprised tone, "Tomorrow night? If I have it my way, you won't walk right for years." Angel tried to laugh at him, but she hugged him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder, knowing that their little world together was about to abruptly be cut short. He felt the melancholy in her, and was determined to not let her think about the coming weeks....not just yet. Pulling her face away to look at him, "Let's get outta here and get back to our game. What'dya say?" He added, wiggling his eyebrows. She knew he was trying to get her mind off it. Angel wiggled back and gave her best attempt at a smile. "Okay stud........Let's go make sure I'm scarred for life." It was Nick's turn to give a grim face. "Angel.....I didn't hurt you last night, did I?" He stared into her face, looking for an answer. Angel gazed back, running her finger over his lips lightly. "No baby, you didn't do anything that won't heal. I'm fine. Anyway....it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be...." Thinking for another moment, "......then again, if it were anyone but you, I couldn't have trusted, or even considered doing that with someone else. I'm glad it was you." Nick smiled, not knowing what to say, so said nothing and looked pretty instead. "Now come on Big boy, let's go and find out who's turn it is tonight...." She pulled out of his grasp and he followed her up the ladder.... Enjoying the view.

Drying off quickly, they both stepped back into the cool house, Angel shivering in her wet shirt. "Take that off before you catch a cold." Nick directed, noticing her chilliness. He didn't wait for her and grabbed the hem, peeling it up and over her head. Taking the towel from her hands, he wrapped it around her body snugly. She tucked it together as they made their way up the steps......Nick still enjoying the view.......