A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! I always have issues uploading on this site for some reason and keep the story updated on Ao3 first. Also, just a warning - from this chapter onwards there's going to be more smut. Hope you enjoy!

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Really… reeaally sure?"

Angela nods. She's still catching her breath, heart hammering in her chest from having almost missed him, but she is sure. It's quite possible she's never been surer about anything now that she's standing here, on this train, with him.

"I really am," she says, gazing up at Jamie with a shy smile.

Her face is cupped in his hands and he's looking down at her with hopeful eyes. But the grin that breaks out across Jamie's lips when she says this - the way he brightens like he can't honestly believe his luck - is what makes Angela certain that going home with him tonight is absolutely, unquestionably, the right thing to do.

"Fucking hell," he says, gently. His sweet cuss makes her laugh, a light and breathless sound, and then he's bringing her forwards, swooping down to kiss her right here in the middle of the carriage. It's brief but firm, a promise he's stealing from her that's left smudged over his mouth in lipstick when he pulls away again. Jamie seems to melt when Angela reaches up to brush the pad of her thumb over his lips to rub some of it away, the softness in his amber eyes warming her to the core.

"Can't believe it," he says, almost laughing. He runs his human hand through his hair. "Never thought you'd really say yes."

Angela looks down. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long," she says quietly, because she is. She can hardly blame him for needing this much reassurance when she came so close to leaving him just now and they've spent all this time dancing around one another, living through stolen moments via texts and on trains.

"Don't need to be sorry," Jamie says, metal thumb delicately tipping her chin until she meets his eyes again. "S'not your fault."

It partly is. Not entirely, however, and she's relieved that he understands, hasn't made her feel bad for the time it's taken them to reach this point. Angela reaches up to cup his face because now it's her turn to bring him down and kiss him back, something longer but softer, her own way of telling him how much she wants him. Jamie makes a quiet sound against her like this was the final thing he needed to be sure, too, and she releases his face to slide her arms around his torso instead, beneath his jacket but over his jumper, pulling him close. He curves his human arm around her back in kind, metal hand holding the pole overhead to keep them steady as the train rattles around them, and it frightens Angela to think that this could've easily gone the other way. That she could've been sitting alone yet again on her way out of London rather than standing here kissing him, on their way back to his house.

"It feels like I'm dreaming this," she says, whispering over his lips when they part. She's balanced up on her toes to reach him, head tipped back from their kiss.

"Think we've both done enough of that," Jamie says, forehead pressed to hers.

Angela closes her eyes, remembering all those nights when she really did dream about this, when sharing any kind of closeness with him was all she could think about. Now that they're finally here her heart is fluttering. Some it's the adrenaline from her rush to catch him, but mostly it's nerves, the good kind, the excited anticipation of what's to come this evening and what it's going to be like with him. The last time she was intimate with anyone who truly meant something to her was back in college, years ago now, her first love. Thinking of how long it's been makes her slightly nervous, but not too much - not when she's waited this long to be with him. When she opens her eyes Jamie is biting his lip around a huge grin like he still can't believe this is real, either, a perfect reflection of her own grateful shock. Angela never, ever imagined this happening when she left her house this morning. Isn't sure she ever imagined it happening at all, really.

Jamie bends down to kiss her, grounding her back in reality, and then he kisses her again, and again, long kisses that last through several stations with a handful of people coming and going around them on this quiet train through central London. His arm is tight around her waist like there's still a part of him that's scared she's going to leave him again, and it's just enough to let her know that he might be a little nervous about this, too, despite his bravado, his aggressive confidence in the cloakroom. In the midst of their kissing Jamie somehow steers them onto their final train of the evening, and relief blooms in Angela's chest now that they're on the one that's taking her somewhere private with him, away from everybody else.

"Not long now," he says quietly, when his arm is back around her waist. He's gazing down at her, looking hopeful again. "Still sure?"

Angela's eyes flit over Jamie's handsome face, all sharp angles and sweet freckles. She still hasn't kissed the one on his nose yet, makes a mental note to do so later when she doesn't have to share him with the rest of the carriage.

"There isn't anywhere else I'd rather be than here with you right now," she admits, smiling.

"Fuck," Jamie says, an exhaled laugh. He looks away to the ceiling, the windows. "Holy shit."

He seems overwhelmed, still doesn't look at her even when she strokes her thumb over his cheek. He's grinning when he gives her a little squeeze, though, and Angela cuddles in close to his chest, ecstatic that her honesty has somehow been enough to render him speechless.

The carriage curves and jolts around them, and Jamie holds her close to stop them from swaying too much. She peers up to watch him stare out of the carriage windows, head tilted in such a way that highlights his jawline and exposes some of the freckles dotted over his neck. Heat pools inside her wondering how many other freckles he has on his body, the parts she hasn't seen yet, and she brings one of her hands around from where she's been gripping his back to spread her palm over his chest, feel the muscle hidden beneath soft fabric.

All Angela has wanted is to be close to him. It seems impossible that they could be any physically closer than they are right now - but they can, they can be much, much closer than this, and far sooner than she ever thought they could be, too. Jamie demonstrated that well enough at the party, all carnal power when he hoisted her up and crushed his body against hers. It felt incredible to be alone with him then and thinking about it is making her crave the same intimacy now. When the train hits a particularly hard bend she can feel the flex of Jamie's core muscles tensing to keep them steady. The sheer strength he displays in such a simple movement is exhilarating, physical proof that his alluring threat of making her tremble wasn't unfounded and a hint of what she's so sure she has to look forward to tonight. If he's going to continue to indulge her as he has so far, that is.

"Jamie," she says, tugging on his jumper to get his attention. He glances down to her from where he'd been watching the underground pass them by, eyes lowered when they meet hers.

"Yeah?"

They haven't explicitly acknowledged where this evening is leading them yet. Jamie said they didn't have to do anything she didn't want. She trusts completely that he means it, but Angela knows what she wants, and feels like she wants him to know, too.

"As I'm coming home with you now, will it mean that I get to wake up next to you tomorrow?" she asks, face hot from finally saying something like this out loud.

For a moment he's quiet, just looks at her. Then he dips down below her ear.

"Wanna wake up next to me now, do ya?" Jamie says, murmuring against her skin. She squirms from the tickle of his breath.

"I – I do," she says. Jamie's arm loosens from around her waist until his hand slides lower, over the small of her back.

"That'd mean sharing a bed," he says quietly, pushing her hips forward, flush against his.

Angela shivers, pleased that he knows exactly what she's saying even though they're dancing once again. How did she ever even consider going home without him tonight?

"It – yes, it would."

"Well, Angie, my bed's all yours," Jamie says. "But y'know, I was gonna be a gentleman and take the couch."

"Oh," she says, caught off guard by this. Angela knows he's teasing but her disappointment from hearing that Jamie was planning on being a gentleman is alarming nonetheless.

"Yeah," he says. She can feel that he's grinning, the pull of his lips on her skin. "Can't scare you away now, can I?"

Jamie presses their hips together again and Angela's stomach knots, fingers gripped in the fabric covering his chest.

"What if I get cold by myself?" she asks, tilting her head to brush her cheek against his. Jamie's hand slides lower, over her ass. It's electrifying even though she's still wearing her coat, and when he squeezes slightly she whimpers, the first time he's touched her like that.

"Don't worry," he says, with just a touch of amusement. "I'm sure we'll figure out some way of keeping ya nice and warm."

The promise in this sends a tremor down her spine, heat pooled in her belly spiking into something much hotter. Jamie pulls back with a smug look on his face, and the announcement rings out for their station and the train is slowing to a halt, bringing her out of tonight and back into the present, right now.

"Ready?" he asks, when the train doors open up behind them. He's smirking but his eyes are intense on hers, searching for any doubt. As jittery as she's feeling, Angela knows he won't find any, and her smile up at him comes naturally.

"Absolutely," she says.

"Good," Jamie says, before lowering his voice and adding, "'cause I wasn't gonna letcha go now anyway."

She laughs, thrilled by his possessiveness, and then he's tugging her out of the underground and back into the cold air outside, human fingers laced in hers as he leads her down the road.

There's a supermarket along the way. For all of Angela's delighted disbelief that they're about to be alone together, being with Jamie in an unfamiliar place suddenly makes everything much realer than it was on the train or in the cloakroom. If this is really going to happen she needs to be fully comfortable and prepared, so she asks if they can go inside for what will hopefully be their final detour of the night. Angela grabs a toothbrush and some makeup removing facewipes and then they're walking past family planning, her intended location. Jamie's on his phone when she reaches out to give his jacket a little tug. He smiles at her obliviously, putting it back in his pocket.

"Got whatcha want?"

"I'm not sure," she says, tipping her head towards the boxes of condoms beside her. "Is there anything else I need to pick up?"

Jamie's eyebrows arch up when he glances from the shelf back to her. Angela smiles coyly at him.

"Uh." He pauses, takes a breath. Then he reaches out, metal fingers knocking over a couple of boxes before plucking one from the shelf.

"Nope," Jamie says, a bit too loudly. He's grinning, eyes wide like he's in very a happy state of shock. "I, uh. Think we're good now!"

Angela is amazed that they've somehow managed to dance their way even through this, enjoying the way his blush lingers when she offers to put the box in her carrier bag once they've paid. If her hopes for the evening and sincerity in wanting him weren't overtly clear before, she's quite certain they will be now.

Jamie takes her hand again when they leave the store. He's unusually quiet on their brief journey home which Angela takes to mean he's either thinking, nervous, or both. She's too giddy to feel anxious as they get closer, pace brisk to match the beating of her heart. What's his house going to be like? His bedroom? She never allowed herself to wonder too much on it – never thought she'd end up anywhere near it - but she has a reasonably good idea of what to expect, knowing him like she does. Jamie's bedroom is probably going to be quite a literal bombsite if it's anything like his workstation. It'll take much more than a bit of mess to dampen her excitement, though, the carrier bag with her overnight essentials gently bumping her leg as a constant reminder of what's waiting when they arrive.

The inevitable thought that follows is what Jamie's going to be like when they're actually in his bedroom – and more importantly, what she'll be like with him. He seems terribly confident based on their rendezvous in the cloakroom, but Angela is familiar enough with her body to know what she'll need to get off and what her limitations are. Her ex-boyfriend mostly knew what he was doing but that was years ago, a relationship spanning several years at university where they sort of learned together. It wasn't sex she'd necessarily wanted to shout about at the time, but she'd loved him, and that had been enough. She'll just need to keep her expectations realistic tonight, taking into account how daunting it is being with someone new for the first time.

Angela actually thought she'd be more worried about this aspect of going home with Jamie, but she isn't, really, not when he's managed to impress her with everything else he's ever done in all the time she's known him. All she's truly fussed about is sharing intimacy with him, regardless of what form that intimacy takes.

It feels like they turn a couple of corners, pass along a row of terraced houses and all at once Jamie is pulling out his keys. The jingle of them in his hand is a far more thrilling sound than it has any right to be, and then he's unlocking the front door, pushing it open.

"Ladies first," he says, and Angela smiles at the way his eyes follow her when she brushes past and steps inside. He flicks the landing light on. A variety of worn shoes are scattered across the floor and there are some jackets lined up along the wall, huge ones that must belong to Roadhog. Angela unbelts her coat, Jamie hovering beside her to take it and hang it up with his, and she's just able to slip her heels off before she yelps out in shock, her back quite suddenly meeting the wall.

Jamie has pinned her again, but he's holding her wrists either side of her shoulders this time.

"Hope there wasn't anywhere else you wanted to go," he says, a dark and quiet breath against her lips. Her belly squirms unbearably. "'Cause I'm gonna lock this door now, Angie, and you ain't going nowhere 'til we've gone through that entire. Fucking. Box."

His pelvis is pressed into hers and she can feel that he's hard again, an insistent bump pushed against her stomach. Well. Apparently he wasn't nervous after all.

"How, um." Angela swallows. "How many are in there?"

Jamie's eyes narrow. The grin on his face is wicked, verging on nasty, and the effect it's having on her body – the pulse it sends between her legs – is concerning.

"Twenty," he says, grinding his hips. She almost moans from it but holds it in her throat, wanting to meet his fire head on, prove that she doesn't want to dance anymore.

"Gosh," Angela says, leaning forwards so that her lips brush over his. "Then you should probably take me to bed so that we can get started, shouldn't you?"

Jamie's eyes widen for a split second. He releases her to lock the front door, making good on his word, and then he's tugging her through the house and up the stairs. She's flustered when they reach the top, heart pounding now that they're here after all of this endless waltzing around one another. He pulls her over to one of the closed doors, opens it, but when Angela moves to go inside with him he halts, turning and facing her with a panicked smile.

"Okay uh, I've just gotta – gimme two seconds," Jamie says, grabbing her shoulders. "Two seconds and I'll be right back!"

Angela doesn't have time to answer – he pecks her on the lips and then disappears inside, slamming the door shut behind him. She's about to ask what's going on when she can hear the immediate creaking of something inside – a wardrobe? – followed by a flurry of clanging, scraping, and what sounds very much like cutlery on china. It isn't quite two seconds, but Angela goes to reach for her phone just as the door opens up again, and Jamie falls against the frame looking like he's been blown out of a wind tunnel. Then he exhales, straightens up, and smirks at her, all confidence again.

"Get that sweet fuckin' arse of yours in here," he says, grabbing her hand and yanking her inside. Angela giggles, going willingly, and just like that - it's real. She's in Jamie's bedroom.

The bedside lamp is on but the blinds are drawn and the walls are dark. Her immediate observation is that it's suspiciously tidy in here. There are plenty of – things, trinkets, spread across his desk and on shelves lining the walls. An enormous tire is leaned against the window. His bed is big and unmade, just two squashed pillows and a whisked duvet from where she can imagine him stumbling out of bed this morning.

The door closes behind her, drawing her attention away. Jamie's eyes are smouldering when he steps over to her. She turns to face him properly, heart high in her throat and racing. He stops right in front of her, not touching her, not yet. It's just them now, nobody else.

"So this is where you're going to keep me trapped, is it?" she asks. Angela wants to grab his jumper and kiss him, but this is it, their last dance, so she doesn't. Jamie laughs, touch light when he reaches out to hold her hips.

"Too fucking right it is," he says, darkly. His eyes flit over her body like a predator sizing up its prey. "No leaving allowed. Not 'til I say so."

Angela hums, a softly amused sound even though it's a threat that burns right between her legs. He prickles up when she laces her hands over his chest.

"Who says I want to leave at all?" she says, whispering.

Jamie tugs her body close and crushes his mouth against hers, kissing her forcefully, angrily. Angela clutches his chest, arms squeezed in from where he's brought her forward, and tries desperately to match his ferocity only to yelp when he pushes her down on his bed, mattress soft and springy beneath her. She draws up to rest on her elbows and watch Jamie tug his jumper off, admiring the body she was so used to seeing in training that seems brand new to her now that they're not in work. His abs are just as impressive as she remembered, chest as broad as it's felt every time she's been cuddled in against it, and she grins at all his bare skin on display even though it's a little saddening to see that he's lost some of his tan. He's surprisingly clean, at least - probably bathed especially for the party.

Jamie braces his right knee on the bed like he's about to climb onto it and crawl over her. Angela shifts back to make room for him, but she's surprised to watch him bend down to disengage his right leg instead. It hits the floor with a heavy clatter. Oh, she thinks, smiling at Jamie's right thigh. Seeing him without his prosthetic leg is humbling, like he's comfortable enough to strip off in front of her in more ways than just taking off his clothes. Then she's watching him unbuckle his shorts, push those off as well.

Jamie frowns down at her, hands on his hips when he straightens up. "Wish you wouldn't tease me saying shit like that," he huffs.

"You think I'm teasing you when I say I don't want to leave?" she asks. Her stomach curls when he climbs on with her only wearing his boxers, a state of undress she's never seen him in before. His cock is strained against them, clearly visible, and it makes her hot all over, wanting to touch it, touch him.

"Still clothed, aren't ya?" Jamie says, creeping up to her. He's grinning. "Think it's time to start showin' me you mean all these things you say, sweetheart."

Oh, that's new.

"I suppose so," Angela sighs, but she's grinning too, can't pretend she isn't eager for this. She pulls off her jumper and is privately grateful that she picked out some half-decent lingerie this morning. It isn't matching – the bra is black and the thong is red – but it's much better than the skin-toned bra and white panties she's so accustomed to throwing on every day. Jamie gives an appreciative purr now that she's partly exposed, and when she raises her hips to push her skirt off he grabs it for her, wrenching it down over her legs and tossing it off the bed.

"Oohh, yes, now we're getting somewhere," he says. His eyes are hungry, roaming all over her. "Mmmh. Fuckin' gorgeous, you are."

Well, he hasn't left any room for self-consciousness. Angela can feel herself blushing anyway. He's called her gorgeous many times before but mostly through text - never when so much of her skin has been on display.

"You gonna let all that silky hair down for me too?" Jamie asks, coming closer, prowling. Angela chuckles, reaching around to pull the band out.

"You certainly know what you want, don't you?"

He mmhs his approval as her hair falls around her shoulders. Jamie's hair is more tousled than usual from where he pulled off his jumper, but she keeps glancing down to his dick, so obviously hard in his boxers.

"Had long enough to think about it," he says. For a moment he seems to soften, reaches out to run his human fingers through a few stray locks. Angela's chest constricts at how inconceivably sweet it is that he's doing something so tender when they're in the middle of making out.

Then he pushes her shoulders so her back hits the mattress, and once he's straddling her Jamie bends down to drive his tongue into her mouth, ravenous as he tastes her again. His human hand is warm but his metal one is cold from where they've been outside when he goes to touch her newly exposed skin, and she jerks out of the kiss with a surprised gasp at the chilling press of his hand on her waist.

"What is it?" Jamie asks, snapping back in alarm.

"It's – nothing, just how cold your arm is," Angela laughs, embarrassed when she smiles up at him. She imagined his hand would be cool when she fantasised about this but she wasn't quite prepared for the reality of it.

"Shit, forgot to warm it up," he mutters, scowling at it. He grins back at her, though. "Want me to take it off?"

Jamie reaches up to stroke her cheek with his human hand. "Don't wanna hurt ya," he says.

Angela tilts her head into it, chest tightening once again at his sudden sweetness when they're half-naked in his bed.

"You won't hurt me. I don't mind either way," she says, before adding, very softly, "I just want you, really."

She gazes up at him, feeling shy from telling him this even though it's true. Jamie's eyes go wide, and a frown flickers over his face like he could possibly, bizarrely, be upset by it. Angela takes a breath ready to ask if this was perhaps the wrong thing to say, but he dips down to growl into her neck before she can, using his body to pin her firmly to the bed.

Oh, this, this is what she's been dreaming of. Jamie's teeth and tongue scrape over her neck like he wants to devour her, and Angela wraps her arms around his chest to keep him pressed close, his body a deliciously strong weight on hers. She spreads her legs to accommodate him and when Jamie grinds his erection between them it's the closest they've ever been, makes Angela moan out over his shoulder, impossibly turned on from the solid press of his cock between her legs. Now that he's shirtless with so much of his skin on hers the familiar scent of diesel is intoxicating, as rugged and dirty as the rest of him, and she feels like she's drowning beneath him, his hands hot and cold all over, lips moving up from her neck to kiss her mouth again. Jamie's tongue is so aggressive that his kisses in the cloakroom seem timid by comparison, and by the time he pulls back she has to pant for breath, lips parted and wet.

"Already makin' a mess of ya and we've only just started," he says, running a metal finger over the moisture left on her lower lip. "Wonder how much of a mess y'are down here?"

He brings his left knee up between her legs, pushing just enough to make Angela squirm.

"Maybe you should find out," she suggests, trying to maintain some semblance of composure even though she's breathless from the thought of him actually touching her. Jamie laughs.

"Can't say no to an offer like that."

He moves so he's leaning over her, pressed in by her side, and Angela rests her hands on his shoulders, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin. His human hand skates over her thigh, then upwards, between her legs. She shivers when he traces along the inside of her leg and the knuckles of his fingers are delicate when they brush the front of her thong. She's quite aware of the effect he's had on her from what they've been doing up until this point, and whimpers when he rubs the pad of his thumb over her, pressing damp lace into her skin.

"Shit, you are wet," Jamie says, sounding surprised. He applies more pressure, enough to gently part the soft flesh down there, and Angela writhes beneath him, sighing. After all this time dreaming about it, finally being touched by him feels utterly wonderful.

"Y'like that?" he asks, leaning down to kiss her neck. It's wonderful, but it's also still only through her underwear, and Angela is slightly embarrassed that she's this wet already.

"It's – good, yes, but – it could be better," she says, more breathily than she'd like.

"Ohh, it could now, could it?" Jamie says, amused. He's kneading so gently that it's torturous, has her squirming into him for more.

"Jamie," she says, biting her lip. He laughs, rubbing only a little firmer, lace slick as it slides over her flesh. Angela whines, reaching around to paw the smooth skin of his back and feel the tough muscle beneath. She supposes she deserves this for all the dancing they've done but it's agony being teased, dripfed pleasure when it's been so long since she was touched.

"That better for ya?" Jamie leers, knowing it's not.

"Please," Angela says, eyes pleading as she looks up into his. Jamie's hand stills and he leans down to kiss her mouth, a soft apology for teasing.

"Alright," he says, when he pulls back. His eyes are lowered, a smirk pulled across his lips. "Won't make ya beg just yet."

That yet is awfully promising, but Angela is distracted when he nudges the fabric aside so that they're finally flesh on flesh. She can hear how wet she is when he slides his fingers over her and whimpers, squirming against him.

"Jesus, you're fucking soaked," he says, impressed now. The sound it's making is so lewd and arousing that Angela tilts her head away from him, almost wanting to hide from it. Jamie doesn't let her, though, delicately bringing her back to face him with his metal thumb and forefinger on her chin.

"Doesn't take much, does it, Angie?" he says, smugly. "Haven't even done anything yet."

"I don't know about that," she breathes. He's still touching her, gently exploring. "Wouldn't you say that – nnhh – the last several months have constituted foreplay?"

"Hah. Yeah, good point," Jamie says, pausing. "If it's made ya like this though, I ain't complainin'."

He brushes his fingertips over her clit and Angela grips his back, stifling a moan against his lips as he kisses her again. Direct stimulation there after such a long time without is almost too much, but she's so starved that she automatically raises her hips into it for more. Jamie slips a finger inside her then, snickering when she gasps against his mouth.

"Oh god," she says. His finger curls and her body seizes, instinctively afraid that he's going to be rough.

"Woah, where's all this tension come from?" Jamie says, frowning. He starts stroking inside her. "Think we need to get you off, loosen you up a bit."

She pants out a laugh. It's a well-meaning offer, but Angela knows he won't be able to make her come from this sort of penetration alone. Even her ex used to struggle.

"I – ah – don't think I can," she says, though she has to admit it feels better than she thought it would when he keeps stroking like that, a come hither motion that's different to how it's been done before. He's gentler than she was expecting, too.

"Huh. Shame, that." Jamie presses a few kisses beneath her ear. "Want me to stop?"

The kisses have her squirming, but the yes please she was prepared to say dies in her throat when he grazes his palm over her clit, breaking into a soft moan instead.

"It's… no, it's okay," she says, eyes closing.

"Mmh," he says, a deep hum against her skin. She can hear him frowning. "Just okay?"

Jamie keeps stroking in the same gentle rhythm, softly working his palm in just the right spot, and it's… it's starting to feel very, very nice, actually.

"Good," she says, eyes fluttering open at the feel of his forehead pressed on hers. "Really good."

"Thought so," he says. "Been a while, has it?"

It has. Angela doesn't feel so embarrassed about it when Jamie smiles softly at her like that, though. Something about his question seems hopeful, but she's probably just imagining it, wishful thinking now that he's making her feel so good.

"You know it has," she tells him. Jamie hides his expression by nuzzling into her neck anyway. He kisses there, finger sliding in and out of her now and making more of those lewd wet sounds. Jamie is surprisingly good at this, enough for Angela to have the vague thought that he might've done it lots of times before. It's worrying that this tugs so unpleasantly at her stomach – of course he has, why wouldn't he? – but he's not allowing her to get too lost in wondering how many.

"Just relax," Jamie says, almost like he can hear her thoughts. "S'no time limit, no deadline."

She'd like to agree with this, but she's feeling hot now, wishing she wasn't wearing her lingerie so that her skin could be flush on his. The familiar build of pleasure has her thighs squeezing together around his hand, muscles beginning to tense around him, but it isn't until Jamie's tongue laps from her neck up to her earlobe that Angela suddenly realises she's somehow on the verge of coming from this.

"Oh, god," she says again, nails scraping over his back for some kind of purchase from the alarming prospect of his hand being enough to get her off. "Jamie, I – "

"What? What is it?" he asks, knowing full well what it is, she can hear in his goading tone.

"If – if you keep – "

"Keep what? Doing this?" he says, hilting his finger and grinding his palm over her clit. "C'mon, Angie, surely you're not gonna come for me thateasily, are ya?"

The goading is apparently enough. Angela clenches around him, moaning out as she comes, inexplicably, just from this, and Jamie strokes her through it with a laugh that almost seems mocking. Her first proper orgasm in weeks, draining away some of the tension she's been holding onto for so much longer than that, and it's… it's from this. Has he really just… and that easily?

"S'that all it takes?" he scoffs, apparently in line with her thinking. "Thoughtcha said y'couldn't come from being fingerfucked."

"Jamie." She buries her face into the nook of his shoulder, only marginally ashamed that his crudeness is such a turn on. Angela can't stop smiling, breathing fast and shivering all over from coming. To think he's already managed to tease an orgasm out of her - and as though it was nothing. Normally takes far longer than that. Body must've needed it, she thinks. It really has been too long.

Angela needs a moment to collect herself. Jamie withdraws, leaving her empty, aching to be touched again now that she's already come once. She watches him bring his fingers to his lips, immediately worrying about how she'll taste. He seems satisfied, though, enough to suck them clean.

"Mmmmh. Been gagging for some of that," he says. She smiles uncertainly.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Jamie smirks. "Swiss pussy."

"Oh my god," she laughs, cringing and pushing his shoulders when he tries to kiss her on the mouth. After a few half-hearted attempts to pry him off Jamie ends their little playfight by grabbing her wrists and pinning her again.

"Wanna fuckin' touch you all over now though," he says, voice low and deep. He forces his mouth on hers and grinds over her, a firm reminder that his cock is still hard in his boxers, and she rolls her body to meet his, enjoying the way he groans into her mouth when she does.

"I – I want to touch you too," Angela says, breaking out of the kiss. Jamie's eyes are lidded, amber warmed by lamplight as he gazes down at her.

"Then why don'tcha?" he says. "S'all yours."

Unbelievably, she thinks, elated that he's said something like that. He lifts off her body so she can brush her hands down over his chest and abs, loving the smoothness of his skin and the tautness of his muscle as he flexes under her touch. She goes lower, past the thin trail of blond hair down from his navel to catch the band of his boxers. Jamie curves his hips forward to help her, and then she's pulling them down, exposing his cock. It's thick and uncut, looks heavy and slightly curved where it's hanging hard between his legs. She's seen plenty of them in her life – mostly, admittedly, in clinical settings – but it's especially exciting to see his after spending so long fantasising about him. As she thought, there are a few dark freckles dotted over his foreskin. More to kiss later on, perhaps.

"Like it?" Jamie asks, quietly. She can feel him watching her, waiting for her answer, but she can't stop staring at him, breath caught in her throat. He grunts when she reaches down to grasp the shaft, having never held an uncut dick before. Angela is pleased by the thickness, the weight of him in her hand.

"Mmm," she affirms, letting him hear that she is. Jamie pulls his boxers further down and her eyes widen, pleased to see that he's proportional to his height, too.

"Gosh," Angela says. He's not huge - would be intimidating if he was – but there's certainly enough to make heat throb between her legs. His cock pulses too, a slight twitch in her hand, and when she dares to give it a squeeze he makes a frustrated sound, brows drawing together.

"Fuck," Jamie says, voice thicker than it was a moment ago. Angela bites her lip, trying not to grin.

"Hmm." She slides her palm up and down the length, tilting her head like she's assessing whether or not he's acceptable. She's being delicate on purpose, just firm enough to pump precome from the tip and watch it leak out over the head. Jamie's muscles tense, a ripple she can see in his biceps where he's holding himself up over her.

"Yes," she sighs, just holding him now, not stroking. "I think this will do."

"It best had," he says. His grin is sharp, eyes narrowed and dangerous where he's looking down at her.

Angela tips her head back, a dismissive motion to flip some of her hair over her shoulder. It's been a long, long time since she was intimate with anyone, but she's certain she knows exactly what Jamie is capable of seeing as he's managed to impress her yet again in bed just now. If she'd been with anyone else she'd want more preparation before even considering going any further. But she isn't - she's with Jamie. So she doesn't.

Instead, Angela grins up at him, ready to be sentenced to whatever punishment she's about to subject herself to.

"Oh? You say that like you're going to fuck me," she says. "So, are you? Or do I have to wait another five months for that?"

Jamie actually sputters at this, something that seems half shocked, half incensed. Her desired reaction. Then he remembers himself and all at once he's wolfish, expression so sinister it should really frighten her. Angela knows better than that, though. This is precisely what she wanted.

"Fucking come here," he snarls, dragging her back up off the mattress and crushing her mouth against his. Angela scrambles to unclasp her bra while their lips and tongues clash, all slick sounds as they meet and part, and when her breasts are free Jamie tugs off his boxers, shoving her back down on the bed now that he's fully naked.

"You're gonna fucking pay for being such a cocktease, Angela," he says, a sneer made threatening by the way his body towers over hers. Angela writhes beneath him, still wanting to tease.

"Enough for you to use my full name?" she asks, smirking at him. "Now I really am scared."

She yelps when Jamie manhandles her hips, angling them up so he can yank her thong down and off her legs, leaving her naked too. It's alarming that his aggression might be enough to leave bruises from where he's being so rough with his metal hand, but what's even more alarming is that she sort of hopes it will, wanting to be marked by him, imprinted by his lust.

"Y'should be scared," Jamie says, grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart. His eyes rake over her like he's looking at his next meal. "'Cause you're not gonna be able to move offa this fucking bed by the time I'm done with ya."

Angela swallows around the lump in her throat, believing him. She's desperate for this - knows she must be drenched by now if she was soaked before - but just as Jamie positions himself between her legs, head of his cock wet with precome and ready to slide right in, she jerks her body away from him.

"Wait! We - the condoms," she pants, having almost forgotten. It takes a second for Jamie to realise what she's asking. He frowns.

"Fuck's sake," he says, clearly frustrated by this final roadblock. "Seriously?"

Angela lifts her eyebrows at him. She's terribly horny, but not nearly enough for it to be negotiable. Jamie's frown loosens.

"Alright, just - hang on," he says, letting go to whirl around and reach off the end of the bed. Adrenaline courses through her when she rests up on her elbows to watch him. There's the electrifying rustle of plastic from the carrier bag and then the pop of cardboard opening. Jamie moves back over to her but seems to be struggling with the wrapper, cussing as his metal fingers slip before choosing instead to it open with his teeth. Angela bites her lip, enjoying the carnality of it as he spits out the torn edge, but he's careful when he rolls the condom over his dick, scowling down in concentration and using only his human hand.

"How much longer are you going to take?" she asks, figuring one final push won't hurt. Her smile is coy when his eyes snap up to her.

"Oh, you are really fucking asking for it now," Jamie growls, sending a decadent chill down her spine. Once his cock is wrapped he grabs under her knees and yanks her body forwards, reaching down to slap his length over her pubic mound. Angela yelps out in surprise, and then Jamie is dragging his cock down, rubbing the head over her clit to elicit one last whimper from her before thrusting forwards and sliding in.

Angela gasps. Her body is certainly wet enough but she tenses from the abrupt intrusion, fingers gripping the bedsheets. The thickness she'd admired in her hand seems much bigger now that she's stretched around it, an uncomfortable feeling as it's been so long since she was fucked. Maybe coming once wasn't quite enough to prepare for this after all, she thinks, shuddering as her body tries to adjust to Jamie's cock inside her. Just as she thinks she's gotten used to it he pushes in deeper still, sinking himself into her with an nngh growled out through gritted teeth.

"Oh my god," Angela says, voice cracking. Jamie tilts his head and smirks down at her like he's amused by her struggle to accommodate him.

"Aww, too much for ya, is it?" he asks, sweetly mocking and making her belly coil. Angela puffs out a laugh.

"N – No, it's just – a lot."

"Yeah, it is a lot, ain't it?" he says, arrogantly. Then he leans forwards, looming over her and almost purring when he adds, "M'not even fully in yet."

Angela's eyes widen.

"You – you're not?" she asks, because she was sure that he was. Jamie grunts and pumps his hips in answer, bringing his body flush to hers with a wet sounding slap and filling her up the rest of the way. Angela chokes, the entire length of his dick enough to knock the breath right out of her.

"Ngh – now I am," he laughs, giving her thigh a firm pat with his human hand like he's congratulating her for taking all of him. Angela's breathing is shallow now that she's fully stretched around him, and she cranes her neck so she can look down to where their bodies are connected. As good as it feels to be filled by him - to see the sharp cut of his abs where his crotch disappears into hers - she needs Jamie to start moving, needs the rhythmic stroking of his cock inside her and some attention on the pulsing heat of her clit so that it can start to feel really good.

"J – Jamie, please –" she starts, but he grinds his hips, a single thrust while hilted, and whatever she was going to say breaks out into a moan instead.

"Yeah?" he asks her, so softly. "What is it?"

Angela takes a breath only for him to do the same again, an insistent roll of his hips to push his cock deeper, make her moan and arch her back. He snickers like he's pleased by this and almost fully pulls out only to slam back in, hard this time.

"Jamie!" she cries, tugging at his bedsheets.

"That's it, lemme hear that sweet voice of yours," he says, tone low and dangerous, not soft anymore. Jamie slowly thrusts in and out of her, all strong muscle and smooth skin as his hips smack in measured bursts against her ass. She's afraid of being too loud but apparently that isn't an issue, the wooden headboard of his bed knocking against the wall in time with his thrusts, so Angela moans out for him even though she's embarrassed by the sound of her own voice. Fire pools in her pelvis from being fucked so agonisingly slowly, his eyes on her watching every little sound and movement she makes. His hands are still gripped around the back of her knees, thumbs digging in so hard it almost hurts, but she needs this so badly that the pleasure when he slips out and rams in again is overpowering, pulling involuntarily wanton sounds out of her throat. When he rewards her moaning by thrusting faster Angela tips her head back and whimpers, breasts bouncing, toes curling.

"Yeah, that's right, take that big fucking dick," Jamie leers. Angela cringes at how unbearably arousing it is to be spoken to like this, wishing he would reach down and touch her, do more than simply hold her legs apart and repeatedly slam his cock into her. Jamie's hands do slide down from her thighs as though he's going to oblige her – but he grabs her hips instead and yanks her forward with a commanding tug, the slap much louder this time when their bodies meet. Angela cries out, startled by the sheer force of it, and then he starts pulling her hips to meet him with every thrust.

"Fuck's sake, you're still too fuckin' tight," Jamie hisses. Angela laughs incredulously, a broken sound now that her body is being pounded.

"I thought – that was supposed – to be a good thing," she gasps, wondering why on earth he wouldn't want her to be tight when every other man she's ever been with has.

"Nah, don't want you all tensed up like this. S'much better if you're nice and loose for me." Jamie's eyes lower, the most horrible of grins spreading over his face. "M'gonna fuck this cunt 'til it gapes."

It's so intensely vulgar that Angela cries out his name, and Jamie starts slamming into her with such force she has to pant for breath between moans. She wants to reach out to him, touch him and drag his body down on hers, but he's nailing her so hard that all she can do is brace her hands on the headboard behind her, try and stop it from smacking against the wall.

It should be impossible for this to feel as good as it does when he's being so rough, rougher than any man she's ever slept with before. Angela can't believe she might possibly be able to come from penetration alone again, but the power of his thrusts and the fact that he's making good on so many threats have her muscles beginning to clench around him. All she needs is – something, anything, his lips on her neck, his hands teasing her nipples. Even if he just leaned over a little more so that his crotch would grind between her legs it would be enough, but he hasn't touched her clit once in all the time he's been inside her. Jamie is panting now too, lips parted and tongue out like an animal, fucking her at a punishing pace. Why is – oh, god, it's breathtaking being ravaged by him, being victim to his carnal aggression – but why, why is he so far away from her? Angela is close, she's so close to actually coming from this but she wants him on her, over her, not just – fucking her like she's a piece of meat.

Out of nowhere Jamie hilts into her so hard it jerks her body and verges on being painful, makes her wail and tug on the bedsheets. He groans, a long and guttural sound while keeping her hips against him, and then his head rolls back, thrusts petering off into a couple of deep shoves before slowing and stopping entirely.

"Fuck, that's better," Jamie says, a coarse sigh as he leans away from her, cock twitching where it's still buried inside. Angela whimpers at the wet pop when he pulls out of her, and the feeling of emptiness he's left her with - stretched and aching when she was on the brink of orgasm - makes a cold weight drop in her stomach.

"J – Jamie," she asks, "don't tell me you just-"

"Yeah, I did," he says dismissively, before blowing out a long and satisfied breath. Jamie swipes his human hand across his forehead and laughs. "Fucking needed that, holy shit."

He pats her thighs and sits back. Angela stares up at him, trying to calm her breathing. She's shaking from where she's been left on the edge, thighs quivering and clit throbbing from the desperate need to be touched, but Jamie's already easing the condom off. He holds it up so she can see his come.

"Look at all that," he says, grinning at her. "S'gotta be at least thirty mil in there!"

Jamie ties the condom and tosses it off the bed. Angela is speechless. She closes her legs and gently eases up so that she's sitting too, despite the crushing disappointment weighing down on her chest, the hollow ache between her legs. For probably the first time since she's known him, she'd fully prepared herself for Jamie to blow her mind. She was ready. She – she still is ready, doesn't want to entertain the idea that everything – all these weeks, months, texts, stops – was somehow leading to perhaps fifteen minutes of… being fucked. Is that really all he wanted?

"I… well, I – I suppose there's tomorrow morning?" Angela asks, trying to hide her crestfallen heart. "If, um. If you'd like to go again, that is."

Jamie frowns at her. "Oh," he says, eyebrows lifting. He grins, laughs. "Ohhh, shit, you think – you think we're done here?"

He advances on her, suddenly predatory. Jamie comes so close she has to lean back, shoulders meeting the headboard as he looms over her, hands spreading her thighs so he can kneel between them. Angela holds her breath.

"Christ, Angie, that was just a warm-up," he says, before dipping down so that his breath is hot on her ear. "Haven't even started on you yet."

Oh, she thinks, a chill rippling down her spine. Thank god.

Jamie kisses under her ear, along her jaw and cheek until he reaches her mouth, and when his tongue parts her lips she makes a needy sound against him, holding onto his shoulders. His skin is hot and a little damp from his exertion, and his metal hand is warmer now, fingers not so cold where they're fanned over her thigh.

"Got me so riled up I couldn't properly look atcha before," Jamie says, pulling back. His eyes are lidded, flitting over her body, and he drags both hands along her curves, hips to chest. "Can now though. Don't know where to start."

"Wherever you like," Angela says, breathless and thrilled. She feels more exposed now than she did on her back but the way he's looking at her is exhilarating, all appreciative hunger with his lower lip caught between his teeth.

"Mmm… think I'm gonna play with these milky tits of yours first," he says, smirking as he cups them in his hands.

"Jamie," she whimpers, even though she's delighted, gasps when he dips down and laps his tongue over her left nipple. He flicks it, making her whimper again, and when it peaks he moves over to the other one, lapping over before taking it between his lips and grazing ever so slightly with his teeth. Angela moans softly, amazed by Jamie's sensuality when he's just been fucking her like a monster. She runs her hands over the back of his neck to thread her fingers through his hair. He seems to like this, mmhing while he sucks her nipple, and when she scritches her fingers gently over his scalp she can feel the slight waver of his body shivering, hear the pleasured rumble in his throat. As wonderful as it is to be lavished with this attention, though, Angela is still craving a more intimate touch thanks to the lingering throb between her legs.

"I – nh – was a little worried you didn't want to do anything more," she says, when he lifts off her breast to go in for another kiss. Jamie's brows furrow and he leans back instead.

"Y'think I was just gonna leave ya like that? C'mon, Angie, have a bit of faith, wouldja?"

He looks a little put out, making her feel guilty for being so quick to underestimate him yet again.

"I just… aren't you tired?" she asks, gently. Jamie makes a tch sound.

"What fucking dipstick would ever get tired of this?" He smooths his hands over her hips, then adds, almost growling, "Jesus, just lookin' atcha's enough to get me hard."

She glances down between his legs to see that he's right - his cock isn't completely soft despite having only just come. Jamie trails kisses along the slope of her neck, teasing her nipple with a smooth metal fingertip while his human hand slides down the inside of her thigh. His fingers brush over the slickness left from where he fucked her, and Angela gives a shaky sigh. It's very nice, but she doesn't think this is going to be nearly enough after taking the full length of his dick.

"You've – but you've already come," she says, lashes fluttering as he starts kissing her neck.

"So? Won't take long before I can go for round two."

Angela stills at this. She pushes back on him, moving him off her neck. Jamie meets her eyes with an easy-going grin as though what he's just suggested is no big deal, but she can't wrap her head around the notion that he could actually go again.

"Round two?" she asks, uncertainly. She doesn't want to be sceptical but she is, can't help it. When her ex came he usually fell asleep straight afterwards, needed hours before he could get hard again.

"Shit," Jamie laughs, looking concerned. "You really think that was it? That I'd fuckin' – wait all this time and not fuck you all night long?"

Angela sputters. It's flattering and extremely hot that he wants to – she knows he probably could, too - but it also makes her a little nervous. Her ex was too busy maintaining his grades to have a particularly high sex drive, so even during college she can only recall a couple of occasions where they'd gone at it like crazy. One of the many drawbacks from both of them being medical students at the time.

"I'd love that, but I don't know if I could manage going all night," Angela says, looking away. Jamie has been so self-assured in all of this, assertive where she's constantly hesitated. The last thing she wants is to disappoint him.

Jamie rests his human palm over her stomach, tilts her chin up with metal fingers to bring her eyes back on his. His pupils are dilated, expression softer now, and when he leans in to kiss her it's tender, reassuring.

"We don't hafta go all night," he says, when they part. Then he smirks. "Might've shot my load already but I'm still gonna make ya come for me."

Angela laughs, relief flooding into her from his persistent confidence. Jamie's hand moves back down, palm flat on her clit while his fingers slide over wet flesh and slip inside again. The direct contact has her gasping, flooded with a different kind of relief this time, and then he's working his palm nice and slow between her legs, metal fingers skating around her waist to draw lines along her back.

"That feel good?" he asks, watching her arch and whine for him. Angela nods, dizzy now that the need to come has resurfaced, boiling where he'd left it to simmer.

"Y- Yes, very good," she says, gripping his shoulders. "Don't – don't stop."

"Not gonna," Jamie says. "Relax, alright? Just lemme take care of ya."

"Oh, Jamie," she gasps, the tension she'd been clinging onto melting away under his touch, his ability to just – say something impossibly sweet like that and leave her pliant in his arms.

Angela is far more relaxed than when he fingered her earlier, responds better now that she's been stretched. It should take far longer than this to bring her back to the edge, but Jamie guides her easily, gradually teasing it out of her. He grinds his palm hard against her clit when she starts to tense, and she tightens around him, moaning as he hilts his fingers and strokes her through a slightly stronger orgasm than the one before.

"Toldja," Jamie says, smugly, when she's had a moment to recover.

"You make it seem easy," she laughs, rubbing the back of her hand across her forehead before tucking a few damp hairs behind her ear. He's sucking his fingers clean again, lips curved upwards around them.

"Be even easier when I know exactly what makes ya tick," he says, oozing confidence. "Gettin' a pretty good idea as it is."

"You are?" Angela asks, warmth blossoming in her chest from how much he seems to care about getting her off.

"Think so." Jamie bunts his forehead to hers. His face is flushed, eyes lowered. "Could do with more practice though."

"You say that like you're planning on doing this a lot," she says, allowing him to hear that she's hopeful.

"Y'say that like I'm not," Jamie counters, darkly. "Didn't I tell ya? Not going anywhere 'til I say so."

I don't want to go anywhere, she thinks, unable to vocalise it when he pushes her flat to the mattress. Angela moans when he dips down, lips and tongue on her nipples while his human hand stays between her legs, fingers curling inside and already trying to coax another orgasm from her. Jamie's touch is urgent, rougher than he was before, but her body seems thirsty for it, in need of his confident aggression now that she's sufficiently relaxed and reassured.

"Wanna fucking eat you up," Jamie says, a threatening rumble over her skin. Angela writhes beneath him, hoping he will. Apparently it's been long enough for him to get hard again and his cock is pressing insistently against her thigh now. When she reaches down to touch it Jamie grunts.

"Fuck," he says, voice deep and dangerous again. "You want more?"

Oh, god, does she ever.

"Please," she says, gazing up at him, wanting him to see that she needs this, that she's ready.

"Well shit," he says, grinning. "Wanna sit on my lap? Ride my dick this time?"

Angela smiles, shakes her head.

"I think I'd rather be underneath you again." Her gaze flicks down along the length of his body, then back up again, meeting his eyes. "Like before, but – closer, this time."

"Like being pinned, do ya?" Jamie says, quietly. His eyes darken, burning down into hers. "Alright. I can do that."

He presses a chaste kiss to her lips before extracting himself to grab another condom. Angela whimpers when he does, body trembling from where he's gotten her so close again. Jamie doesn't fumble with the wrapper this time. He seems focused when he rolls it on, and then he's smirking down at her, guiding his cock between her legs. She's so relaxed that there's no resistance at all, and Jamie groans loudly as the full length of his dick slips right in, body meeting hers with a wet slap. Angela reaches out for him and he leans down to pin her, kissing beneath her ear. His crotch presses firmly against hers and she immediately squeezes her thighs around him, clutches desperately at his back from the overwhelming stimulation in all the places she needs. Being entered never normally feels this good, but it does, it feels incredible to be full with him on top of her like this after so much teasing.

"I- I'm close," Angela gasps, clenching when he rolls his hips, strokes inside her with the thick length of his cock.

"Jesus, already?" Jamie laughs, close to her ear. He sounds impressed. "S'no fun if you're gonna come for me this quick."

"Please," she says, body aching, needing him to move. Jamie obliges her with a few shallow pumps. He's probably trying to tease her but the gentle massage of it is enough to get her there, have her groaning as a hot rush spreads out of her pelvis and washes over the rest of her body. Angela arches her back and grips around him, nails clawing at his back while trying to ride out the exquisite pleasure of coming so soon. God, it's been years since she came this quickly, even though it's mostly from where he'd been touching her before. She never once thought it would be like this - so easy and on their first night together - but she knows it's because it's with him.

"Milking my dick and I haven't even started fuckin' ya," Jamie says, huffed against her neck. "Y'musta really – nngh – needed this."

"I – I did," Angela breathes, grounded again even though her muscles are still spasming around him. Her hands slide up to the back of his neck, fingers teasing the damp hair above the nape. "Needed you," she says, words spilling out before she can stop them.

She can't see his eyes from where he's pressed in so close, but she can hear the hitch in his breath. Jamie is still for a moment before wrapping his arms around her back, bringing her chest up to his, and then he starts to move properly, grinding himself over her, into her. His body is a hot and heavy weight on hers while he fucks her deep and slow, differently to before but with just as much confidence, that same raw strength that's been so alluring from the start. Angela jams her heels into his thighs to keep him like this and he responds with his teeth and tongue over her neck, more powerful thrusts that have her moaning out over his broad shoulder, headboard banging on the wall behind them now that he's going for it.

Jamie fucks her for what seems like forever, rutting her into the bed and pinning her with every part of his body. She doesn't understand how he's doing this, making her feel so intensely and effortlessly good when it's been a slow build with just about every other man she's been intimate with. She supposes it's been a slow build with him too, just in a different way, more frustrating when there've been so many obstacles between them. None of that matters now that they're here, though. Angela imagined it so many times but even the best dreams were incomparable to this, his bare skin hot and sweaty on hers, cock buried and stroking all the right places with every push. Jamie is loud, panting and grunting, all carnal noises that come out as hot breaths on her neck, and her fingers thread through his hair to try and let him know that this is good, so good, that it's everything she ever could've wanted after yearning for all this time.

"Jamie," she says, eventually drawing her hands back to press gently on his shoulders. She knows they probably haven't been going for nearly as long as it seems, but as wonderful as he's making her feel there's an inkling of soreness from everything they've done. She's tired, too, wants to curl up with him after the long day they've had. "I – I don't think I can go for much longer."

He slows, drawing back from her with his hands either side of her head. Jamie's eyes are dark and lidded, but he's grinning, looks incredibly satisfied.

"Alright," he says, breathlessly. He leans down to brush her nose with his, and somehow it feels even more intimate than having him inside her, something extremely private he's sharing just with her. "Want me to pull out?"

"No, not just yet." She runs her thumbs over his cheeks, looking over his freckles, his damp skin. "If… if you feel you could come, I want you to come," she says, shyly.

"Fucking hell, Angie." Jamie looks away from her, biting his lip. He shakes his head, looks back again, the grin on his face enormous now. "Yeah, I can – I can definitely come. Gonna hafta hold onto me for a sec though."

Angela wraps her arms around his shoulders, clinging onto him as instructed. He grunts, both hands grabbing her ass to lift her slightly off the bed, and then starts pumping harder, faster, all loud wet sounds as he smacks into her. Jamie's restrained himself well until now, back to fucking her like the monster he was earlier, but Angela is ready for it this time, crying out to let him hear that she wants nothing more than to be rocked into the bed like this and submit completely to his raw power.

When he's finished, groaning loud before pulling out after a few final thrusts, Angela's back is damp with sweat as it meets the bed. The sheets beneath her are damp too, sticky on her skin. It takes far more effort than it should to curl over onto her side away from it, wincing and quivering in the aftermath of being so thoroughly fucked, but she manages. Her eyes are heavy, and although she's tired she doesn't want to sleep. It's the only coherent thought she has right now - not wanting this night to end even though she's exhausted and her body needs rest.

Jamie flops down beside her, blowing out a long breath. He's sleepy too, grin tired but wide when he looks across at her. He lifts his arm up – his left one, the one that's facing her – and motions with his head for her to come closer.

"C'mere," he says gently, melting her once again.

Angela feels fragile as she shuffles over to him. When she's nestled into his side she rests her head on his chest. Jamie's arm is firm around her shoulders but the kiss he presses to her forehead is so soft she has to nuzzle into him, elated by his affection, his sweetness even now. As she reaches out to lace her hand over his chest she notices the bracelet on her wrist - hadn't even realised she was still wearing it. A weight she's already used to. The catalyst for all of this.

She closes her eyes once she's settled, chest cushioned on his. Jamie's strong heartbeat is comforting and close to her own, his breath against her hair where his face is tilted towards her. Angela thinks that maybe she does want to go to sleep now, actually, if it means bringing this evening to an end and waking up next to him in the morning after all.