Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

47- The Angel and the Devil

WARNING: There are parts of this chapter that are mature. There is nothing explicit, or R-rated, but please keep this in mind. If this bothers you, then please just skip over the parts.

If anyone feels that I have written too detailed, please let me know. This book is PG-13, and I aim to keep it like that.

Anyway. On to a chapter!

Music: Devil's Backbone (The Civil Wars) (I HIGHLY encourage listening to this one ;) )

Edit: me (this one is quite artsy, isn't it?)

Chapter Forty-Seven

~Nobody's POV~

Videl and Angelique stagger into the spare bedroom, where Angelique has previously slept. Impatiently, Videl kicks aside the box of takeout from last night, and falls onto the bed, taking her with him.

Angelique lands on the pillows, and doesn't have time to even to raise her head before Videl is upon her, kissing her hungrily, breathing quickly. His skin is like fire, and when he pulls up slowly, she sees that his amber eyes are glowing, wild and passionate.

"Kiss me," she whispers.

He bends down, enveloping his lips around hers, his mouth soft and hard at the same time, wickedly sweet and desperately yearning. His hands move over her, so that he is supporting himself as he looks down at her. His golden urls are tickling her skin, and his body is close enough so that Angelique can feel the warmth from him.

Videl pulls up again, and in the crackle of lightning, Angelique sees that his eyes have darkened with desire, his curls thrown everywhere. The sight is enough to make her tremble, and she does, reaching up to touch his face. He lets his fingers trace her cheeks, then run over her full lips, catching the edges and pulling slightly. She closes her eyes, her chest going up and down so that she can feel the drafty air on her chest.

His voice comes as a rasp as his hands are on her again, feeling her sides, sliding up the fabric of the tank top, "Please...please don't say no, I couldn't stand it."

Her eyes are still closed, and she smiles at the desperation in his words. It feels like a bit of satisfaction to her. Then, she murmurs back, as she helps his hands move up her, "No."

He chuckles and whispers, "What a dreadful word."

Thea runs through the streets, pulling the jacket over her body tightly as the freezing rain begins to pour down over her. She splashes through slick puddles, hurrying away from the hotel before Videl and Angelique can realize that she's gone.

"Loki!" she shouts, looking around her frantically, "Loki, where are you!?"

Nobody answers her, but a few other late-night browsers give her either very nasty or very confused looks. She ignores them all.

"Loki! I can help you, I can break the spell!"

Lightning crackles, and Thea winces, looking up at the torrential sky. A siren sears through the air, and the fire truck that zooms past her throws up water against Thea. She shakes herself from as many of the drops that she can, but this, with the rain, make her drenched. It is not snowing, but sleeting, which is almost worse as the ice pours around her.

"LOKI!"

Angelique's snap open as he pulls off her tank top completely. Looking up at him, as his eyes rake across her body, she feels herself flush, but it's a wonderful flush.