a moment of weakness: stripped
@soulxnfiire sent ‘a moment of weakness’ for a randomly generated starter prompt - 31 your muse catches mine naked
this kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to angel. he was impervious. he was untouchable. he was fucking better than this. but then again, if he was really above this kind of predicament, he wouldn’t be in it, would he? he spits a mouthful of blood, feeling a piece of tooth sputter past his lips as he crawls across the floor. he’d pushed frankie just a little too hard, and frankie didn’t push back-- he slammed.
stripped of his clothes and his dignity, angel props himself up against the couch-back and closes his eyes, an exhale of relief that it’s over. frankie’s ring had done a number on him. what’s worse, was angel liked it. he liked enraging frankie, he’d just never seen that anger go quite this far before.
“ it’s open! “ he calls to the knock on his door. he didn’t care who it was coming through, in fact, with eyes shut he cracks a grin and expects to see frankie is back when he opens them. “ if you’re back for round two, babe, i’m gonna have to take a raincheck. these bruises are gonna put a damper on business...”
he opens his eyes and doesn’t see frankie. shit.
“ oh. it’s... you. the hell do you need this time? i’m a little occupied at the moment, “ he gestures to his bruised, lithe, nude form where he sits on the floor, looking up without the faintest glimmer of shame. in fact, the smirk lingering at the corner of his lips says he’s very comfortable being on display, even if he’s a little worse for wear, with his hair in his face and lips stained red from blood and wine.
