She had wanted to surprise him, of course, shooing him from their bedroom when he was finished getting ready for the party so she could get dolled up.
Now, here she stood in a somewhat scandalous piece feeling beautiful, a halo placed on her head for the theme.
He simply stood in the doorway, his jaw dropped.
She saw him in the mirror, whipping around, "Felix! I said to wait until I was done!"
He shook out of his stupor, moving towards her with a smirk, "I forgot my angel wings but JESUS am I glad I came back." He placed his hands on her waist, "I mean, look at you, pretty girl…" His eyes held a look of admiration and lust.
She stepped back with a giggle, "Not yet. I'm not done. Shoo, Lex…" She then turned around, moving back to finish her eyeliner in the mirror.
He pulled her towards him again, her back hitting his firm abs. His lips began to trace her neck as he looked at her in the mirror, mumbling, "…what is there left to finish, angel?"
She stood when she was satisfied with the eyeliner, turning around in his arms. "…just my shoes. And… I'm no angel."
He smirked leaning down to give a kiss, his voice a slight growl, "you're my angel."
The kiss was sweet and held a lot of emotion, considering how it was soon going to become something more. She pulled away, placing a hand on his chest, "…Lex."
He pulls away with a groan, "Forget the party, beautiful."
She laughs, "No! I got ready for this, Lex. Even if you don't like the birthday boy, we still have to go!"
He would always give in to her.
He smiles, leaning in towards her again, hands beginning to wander before she stopped him, "What's going on with you tonight?"
"You're just so fucking pretty. My pretty angel. Can't keep my hands to myself."
She reaches down, taking her hand in his before she pulled him out of the bedroom and towards the party.
…
She was sat on Felix's lap when Oliver opened the door.
Felix was sitting on the small table of the overly-crowded bathroom, the pretty angel balanced on one of his thighs. He sighed when he saw Oliver.
"Felix, can I talk to you for one second?"
She looked at Felix to gauge his reaction, seeing that his eyebrows was slightly raised. He then ignores Oliver's question all together, lighting a cigarette, his other hand on his girl's thigh.
Oliver cleared his throat, "You can't ignore me forever."
He immediately rebutted, "I can try."
"Felix, we need to talk." When Felix didn't move, Oliver became insistent, "Felix, come on!"
He sighed, reaching up to place the cigarette between his angel's lips. She gladly accepts, "Look, man, I tried to be nice, but can you fuck off and bother somebody else?"
The others in the room chuckled at the interaction as they did lines off the table and floor.
Oliver stood in the doorway for a while in thought, his eyes now falling to the angel on Felix's lap. He observed her. Watched her watching him. He then turned, leaving the bathroom.
"Who was that?" Someone asked.
…
"C'mon, Lex. I wanna dance!"
She pulled him through the crowd by his hand, his wings getting hit as he passed by people, muttering quick apologies.
"Yes, angel, yes. I'll dance with you. Anything to get you close to me."
The music was blaring, the lights overstimulating, but they didn't care. They were two college kids in love, and nothing would stop them.
He pulled her to him, their bodies pressed close together as they began to dance.
A frown suddenly pulled to her face.
He leaned down, trying to whisper but having to yell to communicated, "Angel? Are you alright?"
She nods, her eyes staring at something in the distance.
He turned, following her gaze.
Oliver sat at the sidelines, hoarding a bottle all to him, drinking his problem away.
But it wasn't working.
Because he wouldn't quit looking at them.
And now they noticed.
Felix frowned as well, leaning down to her once more, his eyes not leaving Oliver's, "Fuck him. Don't let him ruin this for us."
She turned back to look at him, "I don't know…"
He laughed, "You got all pretty for me, angel! Let me enjoy it for the night, yeah? No need to worry about what's tomorrow's problem!"
She nodded, letting him pull her back to him.
As his hands began to wander, so were his thoughts.
God, she was pretty. He was blessed by the gods above for sending an angel so pure and kind as this one. His own little pretty girl. His pretty angel.
A song ended, and Felix reached down, grabbing her hand. He started to pull her away, and she wouldn't resist.
…
They walked out towards the maze, holding hands. They exchanged giggles as the alcohol kicked in.
When they neared the entrance, she stopped, "Do you know what you're doing, Lex?"
He nodded, "'Course, angel. Wouldn't take you here if I didn't." He kissed her head, pulling her once again.
They both entered the maze, happy and in love.
What they didn't know, was that Oliver had entered too.
…
What felt like hours later, and too many turns to count, the two lovers were now in a passionate kiss, their hands wandering over each others bodies.
He pulled away just enough to speak, "…you want me, angel?"
She nodded, "please…"
He pulled away completely, holding her jaw in his hand, a grin on his face, "I need to hear you say it."
She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her voice soft, "I want you, Felix. Please."
That was all he needed.
They began to pull at each other's clothes, anything that would separate the two from each other.
She reached up to pull off her halo, but his hand grabbed her wrist, "Don't."
She smiled into the kiss, pulling at his tank top.
Now, maybe half dressed, Felix pulled her up on to the base of the statue, holding her in place. Their kiss never broke as he began to move his fingers further down her body.
Her mouth opened slightly in an intake of breath as his gently pressed a finger into her core.
He smiled, his voice soft, "You can take it, angel. Feels good, yeah?"
She could only let out a whimper as he began to gently pump it in and out of her.
He whispered in her ear the entire time, his voice slightly gravely with lust, "Good… doing so good… stretching you out for me, baby… sweet girl…"
When two fingers were added, she pushed her head into his shoulder to avoid making too much noise.
He found it all amusing, watching her eyes close in concentration as her throat made small noises in pleasure.
When she was finally considered ready by his standards, he gently pulled his cock out. It was already hard at this point. It had been almost the entire night after seeing her in the outfit.
He grabbed at her jaw again, "You're very sure, angel?"
She was a begging mess, her mind already mush, "please, Lex. Make me feel good, please…"
He smiled, "Anything for my angel."
He gently pushed his cock into her, both letting out a small hiss.
She grabbed his biceps tightly, her eyes strunched a bit, trying to relax herself.
His hand were on the bottom of her thighs, giving himself leverage, "… doing so good for me…"
He stopped when he bottomed out, giving her a moment to collect herself and adjust. He used this moment to kiss her neck softly, "God, being in you is like heaven."
And he began to thrust.
She let out small, soft little grunts and moans, her hands moving over his body in search of where to find relief. One hand eventually found his hair, pulling slightly as he let out a small, "oh, fuck."
Only the sound of skin pressed against one another was heard throughout the heart of the maze.
"You're my angel… such a pretty little angel, aren't you?"
She whimpered, his cock hitting her g spot just right.
"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you… ugh… good girl… cum for me…"
Her voice was barely heard, "…Lex…."
He grinned, his lips still kissing at her neck, "C'mon, pretty girl. You can give me one-"
Oliver's voice came from the bushes where they entered, "Felix…"
Felix stopped, staring at his sweet little angel, whose eyes were wide with fear. He sighed, "Oh, Jesus Christ!" He pulled his pants back to their original position, zipping them up. He turned around, covering her body with himself, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you?"
She placed a hand on Felix's back, her head peering over his shoulder, "Were you spying on us?"
"No, I wasn't." He began to walk forward.
Felix stood a bit taller, continuing to block Oliver's view. "Mate, let the fucking lady get dressed. You sick fuck."
Oliver held his hands up, turning himself around.
Felix quickly turned, helping his angel get redressed.
Once done, he pulled her to him, gently kissing the top of her head. He leaned towards her, whispering in her ear once more, "…go to the bedroom. I'll be there."
She nodded, her eyes filled slightly with tears. She walked forward, going to move past Oliver.
Oliver reached out a grabbed her wrist. He pulled her to him, "May want to fix that." He straightened the halo on her head, watching her nervous reaction, "Wouldn't want people to think you're naughty, do you?"
Felix stepped forward, his voice dark and threatening, "Oliver…"
Oliver let go of the girl, a slight smirk on his face.
She left the maze to go to the bedroom, having no idea Felix would never see his angel again.
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