CRYBABY

DECLARATION OF LOVE

Their lips slammed together in a frenzy. Angeline swore she had never felt so many butterflies in her life, her entire body tingly as her hands frantically searched his chest, snaking past his neck and grasping at his floppy dark hair. Mitch grabbed her face with one hand and her waist with the other, keeping her as close to him as possible, their tongues overlapping as she shifted their heads to change angles, his nose ever so slightly brushing her cheek.

"Fuck," Mitch breathed, "I... You're insane, Angeline."

Angeline laughed against him, intoxicated by his scent, her heart fluttering. She replayed the last five minutes or so on repeat in her head and wished with all of her heart that it was possible to never ever forget the exact way she felt as soon as the confession had slipped past Mitch's lips.

"Say it again," Angeline whispered as his large hands tangled with her long hair, the pads of his fingers pressing against her head, holding her close to him from where she lay beneath him on the bed.

Mitch couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, or the breathy laugh that followed. Angeline looked so beautiful beneath him. Cheeks rosy, eyes brighter than he had seen them in weeks. He couldn't believe that someone as pure as Angeline Lewis could ever love him back. Not in a million years.

And maybe he'd come to regret telling her how he really felt about her, but right now, he wanted to soak himself in her beauty. To drench himself in the being that was Angeline.

"I love you, Angeline," Mitch repeated his words from earlier. "I love you."

"I love you too," Angeline exhaled, and was grabbing him again, bringing their faces back together, tongues meeting as they kissed and kissed. "Make love to me," she breathed as they pulled apart. "Don't fuck me."

Mitch kissed her forehead, and then her nose, and then her lips. "I'll do my best," he promised.

His hands found her shirt and he pulled it over her head slowly. Angeline released a shaky breath when her eyes caught sight of all of the scars and bruising littering her body, as if reality had just come crashing back, rearing its ugly, violent head in.

"I —"

Mitch pressed his finger to her lips. "I have scars too. Look."

He sat up on the bed, straddling Angeline but with no weight actually on her, and peeled his own shirt over his head. Of course Rowan had seen Mitch shirtless countless times before, and she'd seen his scars, even wondered about a few of them, but she'd never thought too deeply about it.

He ran a hand over his torso. "I was shot here. And of course here too." He pointed to his shoulder which was still wrapped in gauze. "This white line is from a knife attack. It hurt a lot. I have a similar one on my hip, but that one was impaled."

Angeline felt her eyes water but pushed it back. She smiled at him, reaching her hand out so she could brush it over the long scar that had apparently been created by a knife. She felt her forearm throb at the reminder of what it felt like to be sliced open and to bleed out, terrified, unknowing if you would survive.

"You're beautiful," Angeline murmured.

Mitch barked a short laugh. "I'm not too sure about that. You certainly are, however."

From where he loomed above her, Mitch traced her collarbone, and then went down the valley of her breasts, his thumb smoothing at discolouration around her ribs.

"We all heal. The scars will still be there," Mitch said, "It doesn't mean we haven't gotten better. Doesn't mean we can't go back to how things were before."

"I never want to go back to how things were before," Angeline breathed as she sat up, their faces inches away. "Things are going to be different from now on."

Mitch didn't reply but kissed her softly, and then reached behind for the clasp of her bra. He did it expertly with his tongue still in her mouth. Angeline felt the satisfying sensation of the straps falling away from her, of her breasts spilling free — but not for long, as Mitch's hands were soon cupping them, massaging them.

Angeline's hands were in his hair, allowing him to keep close. He leant her back down against the mattress and then began to kiss down her chest. He sucked at her nipples momentarily, causing shivers down her spine. Her eyes closed shut, a shaky breath leaving her swollen lips. Mitch's kisses continued all the way down her stomach until he reached her jogging bottoms.

They were easy to slide off, and he managed to take her underwear down with them. Angeline lifted her hips from the bed to help him, until he got them past her ankles. He chucked it down with her shirt on the floor somewhere.

"You really are beautiful," Mitch muttered.

His hand reached out and he began to rub her cunt. Angeline grasped the bedsheets around her, quickly feeling her clit start to throb. He teased her a little, experimented with what she liked and didn't, and the warm breath she could feel on her as she started to grow wetter did not help keep her arousal down. He rubbed her arousal around her clit, swiping through her folds to gather it up.

"Such a pretty little cunt," he whispered.

It seemed Mitch couldn't help the dirty talk even when he was making love rather than fucking. Angeline wasn't exactly complaining.

Before Angeline could reply, his mouth was attaching to her dripping sex. Her gasp echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls and meeting Mitch's ears like the most beautiful of music. Angeline's hand wrapped into his dark hair, tugging as he started to lap her up, drinking her juices and humming into her flesh.

"Fuck, Mitch," Angeline whimpered.

Mitch kitten licked at her clit, teasing her and making her pant and whine. Angeline threw her head back, unable to keep looking down to watch as he disappeared between her legs. Mitch's large hands held onto them to stop them from closing around his head as he ate her out, encasing his mouth around her clit and sucking. Angeline howled a small cry, her legs very nearly flinging up to her stomach with the intense pleasure that pulsed throughout her entire body, but Mitch tightened his grip on her.

"Good girl," Mitch breathed as he parted from her cunt for a moment, his breath hitting her core and making her whine and wither. "So good for me, Angel."

Mitch hauled one of her thighs up so that it was above his shoulder, and Angeline copied his action by lifting her other leg too, giving him better access to her. Mitch took it as an opportunity to reach behind her and tug her further down the bed, bringing Angeline even closer. His mouth was immediately on her again, licking and sucking and teasing her, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against her bare thighs.

It felt like he must have only been at it for a couple of minutes before Angeline was nearly pulling his hair out.

"Mitch, I'm going to cum," she whimpered her warning.

Much to Angeline's dismay, Mitch pulled away.

"Don't worry," he chuckled, wiping her glistening juices off of his face with his fingers, feeding them back into his own mouth. "I won't leave you hanging this time. Just wanted to make sure you were wet enough for me. I want us to cum together."

She very nearly laughed at the reminder of how their sexual relationship had started out, but found herself chewing down on her lip to stop herself whining in excitement at his last sentence. Angeline wanted that too. God, she wanted it so badly.

"Hurry up and get undressed then," she said to him, her hands finding the waistband of his trousers, sliding down to where the button and zipper were.

Mitch pressed his mouth against hers whilst she got them undone. Her hands fumbled a little, her brain more distracted by the taste of herself on his tongue rather than the task at hand, but eventually she got the button undone and the zipper down. Mitch parted so that he could push his trousers down his legs.

Angeline palmed his erection through his underwear, glad to find that he was harder than ever. Mitch got rid of his underwear, leaving the two of them completely naked on the bed. She went to touch him, but Mitch grasped her wrist and pinned her hand above her head on the bed.

"Let me take control," he said.

"You can still have control," Angeline breathed, "This is about both of us."

"And nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be deep inside of you right now, Angeline," Mitch said, and Angeline practically melted against the sheets.

"What about a condom?" Angeline suddenly realised, and it was as if she had been drenched in cold water, disappointment striking rapidly.

Mitch paused and then climbed off of her. Angeline thought he was about to cancel the whole ordeal, which would definitely be the smart idea with no protection, but he wandered into the ensuite bathroom (not without a wolf whistle from Angeline when her eyes landed on his ass) and came back with a box of condoms.

Angeline raised an eyebrow. "Are there condoms at every safe house apart from the one we were first at?"

Mitch laughed as he opened the box, shaking his head. "It would appear so. But thank fuck these were here."

"Check they're in date," Angeline quickly sat up.

She'd never talked so casually during sex before. Maybe it was what she had been missing with everybody else that she had ever hooked up with — actual emotion, a spark, proper intimacy — but despite the talk not being sexual, she was still so excited. So happy to be there with him.

"They're fine," Mitch said after checking, ripping apart the foil. "We're good to go," he teased.

Angeline grinned and lay back on the bed, her head propped up by the pillows, her hair sprawled out around her. She lifted her legs slightly, opening them, giving Mitch a perfect view of her glistening cunt. He groaned as he slipped the condom over his cock, pumping it a few times, unable to resist with the sight in front of him.

"You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever met," Mitch breathed, and then he hovered over her. "Are you ready?"

"Please," Angeline whispered, nodding with consent.

Mitch rubbed himself over her folds, gathering her slickness, brushing her clit in a way that had her trembling in anticipation, and then he pushed himself inside of her. Both moaned simultaneously, Angeline's hands moving to grasp at his broad shoulders, sliding down his back, holding him deep inside of her as he bottomed out.

Mitch found her lips again. "You feel so good around me, Angel."

Angeline whimpered, bucking her hips up for more friction. "Please move, Mitch. I can't handle it."

"So beautiful," Mitch murmured, his lips placing kisses all over Angeline's bare skin as he drove his cock in and out of her, taking a moment to glance down between them where their bodies connected, where his cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of her wet heat. 

Breathy moans left Angeline's lips, her arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him back to her mouth so she could drown them out there. It was wet and it was messy, their tongues clashing and overlapping. It was perfect though. Everything Angeline had ever dreamed of. She felt untouchable and safe, here in Mitch's arms.

Mitch moved one hand between them so that his thumb could find her clit. His lips left her mouth so he could sit up further and have better access to what he was doing. Angeline trembled and moaned beneath him, in a world of all new pleasure as he thrusted deep inside of her again and again, his thumb working magic over her swollen clit.

  "Fuck, Mitch," Angeline cried, then wrapped her legs around his waist. "You're so good. Feel so good inside of me."

Mitch groaned in response, quickening the pace of his hips. The sound of Angeline's wetness filled the room as bare skin smacked against bare skin, and it had him working even faster, making Angeline actually squeal with pleasure.

"Mitch!" She cried, her nails scraping down his back, leaving red marks behind that Mitch would treasure in the mirror later on.

He leaned down and sucked marks over Angeline's delicate body, beautiful deep bruises that were evidence of his love and desire for her. Angeline bucked her hips, meeting him halfway with each thrust, and when she felt like she was going to cum, her walls clenched around him.

Mitch cursed loudly. "Fuck. You're so good for me. Such pretty little moans."

His mouth moved to her breasts, teeth teasingly nibbling and lips sucking at her flesh. Mitch removed himself when he felt her clench again, knowing she was definitely close. He wanted to see the look on her face when she finished. When she came from his touch.

Mitch extended his hand and grabbed Angeline's. Their fingers intertwined above their heads, holding on to one another as Mitch rocked his hips, driving his cock in and out of her, chasing both of their highs which were very soon to come.

"Cume for me," Mitch murmured, "Cum for me, Angel. Whenever you're ready."

Angeline's body arched upwards, as if by magic her orgasm was hurdling closer towards her. Within seconds, she was being thrown over the edge as his cock hit the spot inside of her cunt that had her eyes fluttering shut, her walls spasming around him, her moans expelling louder and much more frequently.

Mitch followed straight after with a small cry of her name. He gave a few final lazy thrusts, spilling into the condom, attaching his lips to Angeline's again as they breathed heavily.

"Fuck, Angel," he panted as he pulled out of her, taking off the condom and tying it up before tossing it in the bin near the bed.

He wished he could take a photograph of how beautiful she looked — flushed and freshly fucked. She was a sight for sore eyes. Mitch hated that anybody else had ever seen her like this before.

Angeline couldn't help the slight surprise when he pulled her onto his warm chest. She could hear the beating of his heart, still quite fast from all of the exercise he'd just done. His hand stroked her bare arm, and Angeline intertwined their legs, wrapping herself around his torso.

"I really do love you," Mitch whispered, both staring up at the ceiling, basking in the balmy warmth of one another. "It's... It scares me. I've never felt this way about someone before, and I'm not used to... to too much affection or anything."

Angeline held onto him tighter. "Just be honest with me," she said softly, "Always. I understand that you might not know what you're doing all the time — hell, I don't either — but just talk to me."

Mitch gave a small nod, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt a pair of lips press to the side of his face and he jumped, but smiled a little when he saw Angeline snuggling back down into his arms, shutting her eyes.

Mitch could stay like this forever.

...

Angeline woke up feeling well rested for once. Her eyes remained shut as she lay in the warmth of the sheets, memories of last night flooding back and making her heart skip a beat. She rolled over to find Mitch, her heart stopping for a moment when she came into contact with nothing but air. Angeline frowned as she opened her eyes, finding an empty room and a cold mattress. Mitch hadn't been in bed for ages.

Angeline pulled herself out of the covers and moved into the bathroom. He wasn't there either. He must be downstairs, making breakfast or something. There was this terrible ache in Angeline's stomach, a fear that clawed at her throat as she wondered whether or not he had lied about loving her, or if he was already regretting admitting to it and sleeping with her.

Angeline wasn't exactly sure which scenario would be worse.

The only thing keeping her sane as she brushed her teeth and hopped in the shower was her clinging to the idea that Mitch was perfectly content downstairs, perhaps preparing a fruit bowl and yogurt for her like he knew she liked.

Angeline pulled on some new clothes, leaving her hair wet as she left the bedroom. She could hear somebody murmuring downstairs. Was he on the phone?

She had no idea what she was preparing for as she made it into the kitchen. Angeline paused upon finding Mitch sat at the kitchen bar, a man and a woman both in suits standing opposite him. The woman immediately gave a warm smile upon seeing her.

"You must be Angeline Lewis," she said, and moved forwards to shake her hand. Angeline accepted it wearily, glancing over at Mitch who stared down at the countertop. "My name is Irene Kennedy. This is Stan Hurley, we're Rapp's superiors, if you will."

"Nice to meet you," Angeline murmured back.

"Our capture of your father last night was a success, thanks to those codes you found, Angeline," Irene explained, "He and all of his men were captured before boarding their private flight. We cannot thank you enough for your cooperation."

"Right," Angeline cleared her throat and shrugged her shoulders. "Well... You're welcome, I suppose."

Stan barked a quick chuckle. "We have a private jet of your own waiting for you in about half an hour. All expenses paid for. Your mother wants you to return to London — she's been informed about everything, including the loss of your brother, Miss Lewis."

"Oh, right," Angeline nodded.

Somehow it had managed to escape her mind last night that it was the last she'd be spending with Mitch. She hadn't even thought about it at all. She'd already told him she planned on moving back to London, but that was before! Angeline cast a glance over to Mitch. He still stared at the countertop.

"If you gather your stuff up together, I'll take you down, Angeline," Irene said.

"I don't have anything," Angeline said, pursing her lips together. "No possessions."

"Right. We'll head off right away, then," Irene smiled, "I'm sure you're eager to be with your family again. Your mother will be more than thrilled to have you back, I'm sure. I'll wait in the car with Stan. I'm sure you'd like to say goodbye to Ra —"

"No, it's fine," Mitch cut her off, and stood from the stool, finally looking at Angeline. "No need for goodbyes. It's been a... an experience working with you, Miss Lewis. I wish you the best."

Angeline was horrified. She wasn't sure if her face showed it, but she hoped not. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach, the air leaving her lungs. After everything he'd done for her, and after what she'd done for him... after last night.... He was just going to act like they were nothing? Not even a goodbye?

Angeline battled off the rage.

"Good luck to you too, Rapp," Angeline replied rather bitterly, and then was first to march out of the door.

Irene guided her over to the car, opening the back door for her. Angeline chucked herself into the seat and pulled on her seatbelt whilst Stan and Irene climbed into the front. Angeline couldn't stop the pounding of her heart, the shaking of her hands. The feeling of utter betrayal and disappointment.

It was altering rapidly from anger to sadness, and then back to anger again.

Angeline glanced out of the window as Stan started the car. Mitch stood on the porch, his hands holding into the railing. He watched her, his dark hair blowing slightly in the breeze, his face passive.

Then Stan drove away from Mitch, and taking Angeline with him.