Angel In A Red Dress {Casey}

[✿ngela wingrose]

Wrong. You are wrong wrong wrong!

Actually, you're completely correct but Angela would never admit you were right so therefore you have to put up with being told you are wrong. Because your assumption that the little red book in Angela's hands is less than innocent would have her flushing and blushing and pushing you right out of the extensive library.

The blonde had a plate of celery and a bag of barbeque potato chips which she combined in one crunchy combo. There was an irritated couple behind her comfy armchair that would complain about the noise her noisy snack would make, but a quick snap from Angela would shut them up just long enough for her to really get back into her book. Then she would sandwich a celery slice between two chips and crunch and the cycle would start all over again.

"If you wanted peace and quiet, you shouldn't have come to a..." argument having failed, Angela huffed non-silently and narrowed her eyes. She refused to turn and address the people personally; they had a wonderful view of her perfectly curled blonde locks and should appreciate it. The little snob settled back in her armchair and burrowed back into her naughty book.

...her heart sped up at the sound of his voice. His scent lingered around her and grew stronger as he approached from behind. Being blindfolded made all her other senses hyper-aware, and just hearing him breathe made her shiver. Selene turned and reached, but grasped air. She was unable to voice her concern because of the firm pair of lips that crushed her full, pink mouth and the sudden taste of salt and wine made her crave more...

CRUNCH!!!

[casey]

Once again, Casey found himself wandering through the Research Center, looking for some obscure text. Why they couldn't have people assigned to do this was beyond him. Seriously, a giant school and they couldn't get people to go fetch research? They probably just wanted to torture Casey.

At any rate, he managed to locate what he was looking for, and was going to head his way out. Unfortunately, Casey managed to get turned around somehow, and found that he couldn't frown the entrance. Frowning, he shoved the paper in his pocket and desperately looked around. Maybe he should look it up?

Casey pulled a device out of his pocket, quickly punching into it. It gave him the correct path to take out of the center, and Casey headed straight for it.

He'd been moving quite fast, when a sudden crunch made him jump. As a result, he crashed into a stack of books, knocking them all over the floor. Now panicked, Casey began scrambling to shove them all back. Meanwhile, he looked, trying to see who'd made the noise behind all this.

He happened to recognize Angela Wingrose for several reasons. For one thing, he knew most of the famous people from his house, and certainly knew the woman who bore the name. For another, well, Casey actually read some of the magazines that Angela had been in. And she'd looked quite beautiful too. Too beautiful for Casey to even think about.

And she was with that one tutor, whatshisname. Cavan, right? Casey could barely remember seeing him once, and tried to recall the image.

As Casey did, his body started rearranging itself, taking on the shape of the Cavan tutor. Soon, for all intents and purposes, Casey stood in the library, standing amid a mess of books, while holding one particular tome. Oh, and he happened to still be looking at Angela...

[✿ngela wingrose]

The clatter of falling books and frantic scuttling sucked Angela's attention away from the depths of her novel. When she looked up and saw Kennedy standing just a ways from her, Angela's face lit up as though Christmas had just repeated itself. She placed the open red book on the chair arm to hold her place and stood gracefully, approaching him with a dazzling saunter. Shaking back her blonde curls, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stared up at him.

It didn't occur to her at all that this scene might appear inappropriate to onlookers. It was intimate and private, especially when she pressed against him like that. However, she'd just been torn away from the climax of her book and she was still heavily affected by its contents.

"What do you say..." Angela whispered, voice husky as she tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder, "...we get out of here..." her hands played with the back of his hair, "...and try something new...?"

She wondered if boys were affected the same way girls were when blindfolded...

[casey]

Wait, what?

Certain parts of Casey's poor anatomy nearly exploded due to the assault waged upon him by the gorgeous blonde. Various bits and pieces were suddenly quite aware of the close proximity, not to mention the visual appeal.

For a few moments, Casey wondered why she was doing this.

His wondering let Angela snuggle up to him, and say those oh so enticing words. A lesser man would probably abuse their power and take the wonderful woman up on her offer. However, this struck Casey as both inappropriate and wrong.

He also suspected that her lover might just annihilate him a little.

Casey immediately wanted to change back into himself and explain the whole situation. However, he wasn't certain how Angela would react to his sudden changing back. After this reception, she just might think that he was attempting to fool her. Of course, things would be worse if they continued.

Oh bother.

"Err... do you really think that's a good idea?" offered Casey, shifting nervously. Somehow he'd have to convince her to leave without revealing himself.

Talk about a hard mission.
(literally. o.o )

[✿ngela wingrose]

Casey's eagerness only succeeded in fueling Angela's forward actions. She laughed, a quiet, breathy laugh in which her teeth scored his earlobe. She took his squirming to mean something else, definitely not discomfort, and she squirmed right back.

"Oh come onnn," she whined, tone primal and scratchy, "there's something I want to try..."

She leaned in, and her hands abandoned his hair and slid down his arms, fingertips hooking over the front of his pants. The fact that they were in public only excited her more. The couple she'd been annoying earlier were making disgusted noises at their display but Angela didn't pay them any mind.

"I want you Kennedy. I want you to come to bed with me... right... now."

If she had the power of verbal manipulation, Casey would probably jump her as she wished. However, she felt she didn't need such a gift for this response. Angela had never felt so sexy as she did today. Her skin had a lovely glow about it and was flawlessly smooth - the kind of smooth that was only achieved after much airbrushing on a graphics program. Not to mention her breasts - they'd gotten bigger already and Angela was seriously considering going up a cup-size to accomodate them. However right now she was stuck with her regular lingerie, and she was wearing a low-cut shirt to further show off the body she was so proud of.

Surely that was more powerful than an influential command.

[casey]

Most of Casey's body screamed at him: "DOOOOOO ITTTTT!" The poor Agent hadn't exactly experience the carnal delights, and this was far closer to a woman then he'd gotten in quite some time. Not to mention that Angela was far and away more attractive then most of the women Casey associated with. Perhaps Fey was the only one who came close.

Why did Fey come to mind, of all people? I guess I need to tell her she's pretty some time..

The thoughts distracted Casey, and again he didn't protest as Angela drew quite close to him. However he quickly realized that things were getting far more intense than he was truly comfortable with, and he needed to find a tactful way out.

So he coughed.

"Angela... I... I don't feel so good," he managed. "It's probably contagious..."

[✿ngela wingrose]

She jumped off him as though she'd been electrocuted.

"You're sick? Kennedy, I can't get sick!"

Today's indulgence in a romance novel was because Angela had been very busy reading other things - Baby Preparation things. She'd decided to take a break, but that didn't mean everything she'd learned had vacated her head too.

Of course alarms went off with her mothering instincts. Sickness = evil. Casey had gotten exactly what he wanted. Angela wouldn't come near him with a six foot pole until he presented her with a clean bill of health. In the meantime, she would stock up on the Vitamin C to be certain her immune system was strong enough to fend off any more colds that coughed on her.

"Are you taking any medications? Do you know what it is? Is it something serious? Will it hurt the baby?" The last question was hissed urgently and quietly. She'd given Kennedy plenty of baby books to look through, and only assumed he'd been reading them too. Therefore Angela figured he knew what ailments would harm a child, and which wouldn't.

[casey]

Aww, that worked.

Wait, that's not the right reaction.

Yes! It worked.

Casey tried not to revel too much in his apparent success at lying to the pretty blonde girl. The pretty, blonde, pregnant girl, apparently.

"Err... um... baby?" he lamely repeated. Since when had Angela Wingrose gotten pregnant? Then again, Casey didn't exactly associate with the blonde on a regular basis, so it wasn't like he had any real information to work with. Just what the rumor mill spewed out.

Trixie's going to have kittens!

Wait, Casey was supposed to be responding right now. "It's, um, a cold. A bad cold, so you don't want to catch it. Because it will... damage the baby. yeah, and you don't want to get sick with the baby anyway. And, um, I'm drinking lots of fluids and stuff. In fact, I was just going to get a book and go lay down in my room. Err, alone, because you don't want to catch it."

Really, he should be better at lying then this. Must be the whole beautiful blonde thing.

I really ought to talk to Fey more. Build up an immunity.

[✿ngela wingrose]

He sounded nervous. If he was sick he could just say so and then he could call her when he was better. She might even come visit him with a hospital mask on with some chicken soup if she was feeling brave. But she wrapped an arm protectively around her abdomen and took another precautious step back.

"You get better then..." she was still incredibly hot though. She needed some sort of release, and if Kennedy couldn't do that for her... then a dirty but brilliant idea struck her.

"Wait a minute. If you can't touch me, what's stopping me from... touching myself?" The poor guy; Angela was offering him a private show now! If she wasn't suspicious before, she would be now if he refused.

"How about I walk you to bed?" She hurried over to her book and gathered it up before approaching Kennedy carefully, not getting nearly as close as she'd been before. "Do you have your book? You could always borrow mine," she added, hoping he might find the blindfold idea interesting enough to try some time.

[casey]

Someone out there was laughing at Casey. There was no way on Earth that someone as attractive as Angela Wingrose would ever make such overtones to Casey Blythe. There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to bring that about. Maybe if it was a matter of survival, or intense pity. No, intense pity hadn't worked in the past, so it probably wouldn't work now. So, the only way this would happen is if the human race needed to survive.

Joy.

Casey gulped, and shifted, hoping to find a more comfortable position. Suddenly his pants didn't feel like they quite fit as they should. And it didn't seem to matter how he squirmed, it just wasn't going to happen.

He coughed twice into a fist.

"I just... don't want you to catch this," he groaned, "and the baby. The baby really shouldn't get this. Be very bad..."

Boy, was she hot.

"You know, you should... uh..." no Casey, do not take her up on her private show offer. Karma will come back and kick you in the a**. Be a gentleman, get out of this, and take a cold shower.

"Yeah, I'd better go," he murmured, trying to skirt around Angela and head for the exit...