Colours of Red - Cap 3

Sometime during the night, Angel heard the key in the lock. He scooted over to his side of the bed, spread out and pretended to be asleep. He heard keys drop onto the counter, heard some muttered cursing and then a stumble and a loud 'Fuck' on the stairs. The smell of alcohol and perfume reached him before Spike did. The mattress depressed. A hand slid to his backside, and a slurred 'Yesss' with some fumbled belt sounds gave him the excuse to pretend he'd woken.

© jenny Love That Dares Feb 05