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Getting back to Spencer Academy was a lot later then Angelica would have thought. Her sleepy eyes began to flutter open as they pulled up to the school they all attended. The oils of her skin seeping into her eyes making them itchy as she began rubbing them in circles.
"Angel, you know your not suppose to do that." Pogue chuckled as he walked over from his bike, holding her soft and sweet face in his hands before pulling down her lower eyelids. Blowing softly inside of her eyes for her do she would stop rubbing them.
"It's not my fault, they were itchy." Angelica whined tiredly as she walked over to Pogue's bike and got on the back. Swinging her legs over, she grabbed her pure white helmet and pulled it on over her head. Fastening it and pulling her legs up, arms locked around Pogue's waist as they zoomed off into the night back to Pogue's house.
Most days and nights, Angelica's mom and dad were out or on a business trip. So they allowed her to stay at Pogue's house, as long as they didn't come home to a pregnant 17 year old daughter. Angelica laughed each time they said this because she knew it was too early and she wanted to live her life with Pogue before they even thought of children.
Plus, she didn't know what would come of two of six families conceiving, and birthing a child together. Of course it would come out a boy, but would he inherit both sets of powers? Just Pogue's? What if he inherited Angelica's? Or maybe, what if he didn't have any at all?
Those were the thoughts that kept Angelica up at night, if it wasn't feeling someone using the Power greater then she had ever felt.
A little past 10:30 p.m. Pogue and Angelica arrived at home. Walking up the steps of the Parry household, Pogue held open the door for the young witch who bowed and said thank you playfully.
"You did amazing tonight babygirl. You were more stunning then the stars tonight." Pogue whispered in her ear as she took off her coat, heat raising up to her cheeks as she listen to his kind words.
"You didn't look so bad yourself handsome." She smirked, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. Leaning up to give him a soft kiss, but Pogue had other plans.
Where as Pogue usually was a sweet and gentle boyfriend, some times and somedays he just couldn't resist how beautiful and elegant, yet seductive and promiscuous his young girlfriend could be.
The clash of two sets of lips, one cold and one warm, collided and began their hurry to fight for their dominance in this tug of war of love. Ripping off his shirt, Pogues hands soon found Angel's hips and tugged her closer. Growing softly as he bit down of her lip, making her gasp and Pogue smirk.
Wet tongues danced together as their bodies webbed together in the light of the full moon. The moonlight shining down through the window into the room filled with steam and passion. Angel's shirt came off soon after Pogue's did, followed by her pants. Leaving her in the beauty of her undergarments and light of the moon.
Pogue took her time, relishing over the beauty that came from two of the most beautiful things in the world. The moon and his girl.
Angel always got a bit self conscious when things heated up between her and Pogue. Angel knew she wasn't the most fit girl, she did have a bit of chub on her stomach and hips, and her thighs were a bit too close.
She knew Pogue didn't mind those things, in fact, she was constantly reminded by her boyfriend and the 3 others who complimented her. Telling her how beautiful she was and how lucky Pogue was to have a such a wonderful girl like her in his life.
Glimmering eyes attached to Angel's face, were admiring her side of perspective as well. Pogue was a swimmer, which meant that his body was always in great shape.
His firm chest that lead straight down to his six pack of abs, followed by a straight cut v-line that Angel would always say, 'could cut her finger just by touching it'. And although Pogue was fine as hell, Angel only thought that those were attributes that only exemplified his character and soul.
Pogue was a lover, not a fighter. He would always put his two sense into a conversation, but he would always look for the better solution then have a fist fight. Another thing Angel loved about him.
Pogue's pants slid down without hesitation, leaving him in his briefs that clung to his body like a glove. Blood pumped through both of their fiery bodies as Pogue's laid and crawled over top of Angel's. Kissing from her navel all the way up to her lips, sucking and biting them roughly.
"Ahh Pogue." Angel's back arched as he eyes shut tightly, her hand grabbing a fistful of Pogue's hair as his teeth and lips began trialing and marking the soft, sweet, velvety skin that layered and covered her body.
Dark circles of deep purples and blues, some even a slight shade of maroon littered the sides of Aneglica's neck and collar bone.
"So soft, like a velvet canopy made from the finest of threads around."
The sweet nothings that Pogue whispered into her ear made her feel loved and wanted, more then anything she had ever felt before in her eternity of life. But soon, the sweetness had left the room as Angelica had pinned Pogue's masculine body underneath her own.
Her thighs on either aide of his body as her hands placed themselves ontop of his chest, rubbing from her pecks to his shoulders and squeezing them as she leaned down, softly grazing her lips against his, in an affect to tease him.
Angelica knew it would get him riled up and angry, he could never stand to be teased, especially from his angel.
"Mm enough of this childs play Pogue. I'm ready." Sher voice rang symphonies in his ear as her teeth grazed and pulled on the outer shell of his ear.
The strong and rough hands that were connected to the young warlock, found themselves groping and squeezing the soft, pillowy ass attached to Angelica. Her moans filled the air as the moon cascaded into a dim shade of black. The only thing seen inside of the room was a barely lit flame, dancing in the background of the lovers entanglement of love.
With loud melodies of pleasure ringing in the air, the two became one with Angelica on top. Her hips moving to the sound of her own beating drum, the blood thudding in her ears and in her heart, the adrenaline in her veins telling her to keep pushing on as she felt herself getting close to her high.
Pogue watched Angelica's adoring face, her eye squeezed shit as tight as possible, while holding onto his chest. His hands resting and squeezing her thighs, while occasionally holding her hips to guide her a bit. But Pogue knew that this was only the beginning.
He could feel his angel getting tired, so with one powerful movement, he guided Angel's body onto the duvet covered bed and onto her stomach. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing the sides, restricting the air flow.
Angel used both of her hands to grip and take in fistfuls of the blanket as she felt her body being rocked to its core. Her hips up in the air as high as they could possibly go without breaking her. Pogue found himself quite close to his high as well.
"P-pogue! I-its c-coming...." Her voice almost betrayed her in cracking and breaking off. She forced herself to let those words out as she clenched her body around his and began to come down from her euphoric high.
Pogue joined Angel with a loud and relieving grunt before slowly pulling their confining bodies apart and fell onto the side of his bed that wasn't occupied by an angel's body.
Both creations were heaving and panting heavily, trying to come down before comforting each other once again.
Angelica turned over to face Pogue, laying on her side with her leg over his torso while his arm held her close to his body. The two shared one last passionate and longing kiss before Angelica layed her head down ontop of Pogue's chest, tracing small designs on the smooth skin of his chest as she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Pogue, admiring the sleepy and exhausted girl who laid still in his arms, began to wonder what would happen once he and Angelica ascended. He knew what would happen to him. He would slowly use and use, not all the time like he envisioned Reid doing, but he would use from time to time. Forgetting that he was using until it was too late.
He worried for Magelica though, she is only 17 and already had more powers then all four sons combined. Sometimes, and he would never let her know, he was worried for her safety and the safety of his brothers.