As The Pages Burn

Chapter 11

Angela woke the next morning, feeling refreshed after having slept through the night. She glanced around Lucas' room, finding it to be much different from what she'd thought it would be; she'd pictured it looking like the rest of the apartment, but instead, the walls were painted black, there were posters of some Metalcore bands on the walls, a large stereo sat in the corner with lots of CD's piled on top of it. She also saw that his curtains and bedding were all black as well. It didn't make her feel strange being in his room and finding out how dark it was, she felt at home. She was lying in his arms, her back to him, hearing his steady breathing when his arms tightened around her slightly. He groaned softly as he woke up, kissing the side of her neck softly.

"Good morning, honey," He said sleepily as he moved closer to her, his front pressed up against her back.

"Good morning, love," Angela said as she glanced around at him, smiling at him.

"How did you sleep?" He asked as he reached underneath her shirt and cupped her breasts, his growing erection pressing against her backside.

"Quite good thanks, and you?" She moaned as his thumbs softly flicked her nipples and moisture began pooling between her thighs.

"Much better than before you came along," He whispered into her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe, making her moan again and arch her back slightly. His hands traveled down her stomach to the waistband of her pajama shorts, which he pulled down with ease, kissing and biting her neck softly. He inserted two of his fingers into her, hissing as he realized just how wet she was already. "Fuck, you're so wet," He said as he eased his fingers in and out of her, making her moan even louder as she just about saw stars. He entered her then, causing her to cry out from pleasure as she held onto the sheets for composure, feeling the waves of pleasure threatening to drown her. She reached her climax only a minute later, Lucas following soon after, having had to pull out beforehand. He quickly ran to the bathroom to wash himself off, then got back into bed, turning Angela around so they could look at each other. "You know, if I had been an idiot, I might have suggested you go on birth control. But since I like seeing you happy, healthy and fertile as fuck, I'd rather you never go on birth control, please. I would rather have sex with a condom until the day you decide you want a child."

Angela stared at him in wide-eyed shock. "Wow, you really don't have a verbal filter, do you? Thank you for that science lesson, even though I already know the dangers of birth control. And okay, yeah, I don't even know what to say about the rest of what you said." Angela chuckled, shaking her head from side to side.

"What I meant by that last part is if I ask you to marry me and you say yes. Then we could have a baby if you want to."

"Holy fuck, Lucas!" Angela exclaimed, laughing softly. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you right now, you just seriously caught me off guard right now. I mean, I'd love what you're proposing right now, but don't you think it's a little too soon? We only just started dating."

Lucas laughed. "Yeah, I guess that is a little too big of a bomb to drop on someone so soon. Forgive me, I honestly meant a bit later in the future. I was actually just fishing for some reassurance that you'd actually want that to happen for us."

"Of course, silly. It's all I've ever wanted for us," She said as she kissed his lips softly.

"Well, then you probably shouldn't be surprised that that's all I want for us too."

"No, probably not," Angela said, reluctantly getting out of bed for a bathroom need. Afterward, she brushed her teeth and shrugged into a cyan sundress and black strappy heels. She then made her way to the balcony, finding Lucas already there, smoking a cigarette. She lit up her cigarette and stood next to him, putting her free arm around him. He leaned over and kissed her hair, absentmindedly scrolling through his social feed.