70 .Outside

Genre: Drama, Romance
Characters:  Wilson, Angel, Ramone, Cian
Prompt: 70
Word Count: 742 +
Rating: M
Type: series
Summary: A storm cloud overcomes the moon
Warnings:  Language , Kind of detailed, Slight nudity
** Lack of pictures, not so happy ending, PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!

Wilson huffed as he snatched open his front door, “What the hell do you want, Angel?” He agitatedly ran his hand through his hair then dragged it down his face.

“To talk to you.” Her smug expressed vanished at the sight of his bare chest.

“Then talk.” He retorted.

“Can I at least come in?” She laughed, pushing his hand off the door handle as she sauntered past him.
“No need to get comfortable, you won’t be staying long." He grabbed her elbow before she could move further into the house.
She turned with a smile, silently loving this attitude he was carrying. “Why do you hate me so much, Will? What did I do to deserve such a harsh tone?”

“You’re here.” Was all he said, no nicer than his last words.

“And that is a tragedy, why? I brought you pleasure, relief, orgasums. Which,” She traced the contours of his chest with her finger, “you look like you could use right now!”

Will pushed her hand away, angrily pushing her toward the door, “That’s my issue with you, Angel! You don’t know when to quit! I told you more than enough times that I don’t want you! What’s wrong? You need me to say it in a language you understand? Yo no te quiero! Now get the fuck out and stay away from me!” He roughly opened the door then turned on his heels, “I don’t want to put my hands on you but if I turn around and you’re still here…” He trailed off, leaving his promise open to anything that would help him show his seriousness.

Hearing a quick shuffling sound, he turned and was greeted by her partially nude frame as she kicked her clothes and shoes out of the door and closed it. “You’d put me out like this?” She trailed her hand down her breasts, and around her waist until it came to rest on her hip. "It's every bit of 50 degrees outside." She moved closer, seductively pulling her hair over her shoulders and she watched him admire her body. It’d been a long time since he’d been in the presence of a naked woman, too long since he’d had the pleasure. He closed his eyes, brushed back all thoughts crossing him mind, growing angry with the very idea of stepping back into this trap door.

 “You can touch me…” Her hands searched for his, placing them on her hips. “I want you to touch me!” She raised her knee between his legs, brushing it against his growing erection, “Don’t hold back! I’m here, ready and willing…what’s stopping you?” She whispered, brushing her nose against his.

Lifting his head to meet her eyes, “You’re not her.” He whispered, pushing her away. “Get out!” He belted with a calmed expression. 

Not accepting his rejection, she moved forward once again, tugging at the draw string on his pants, trying her best to anger him in hopes it would lead to more. He blocked her every move, backed her onto the corner table, pinned her against the wall and his body. Once she was still, he placed his hands on both sides of her, staring down at her, fury evident in his eyes, “Is this what you want? Me to manhandle you like I used to? Rip your panties off and take you on this table until it breaks? I had it! Grew bored with it! So you can stop throwing it at me now! Get your shit and get out!” He growled.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move outside the door, looking up in time so see Cian back away from the door and take off around the corner.

Cian ran back to Ramone’s car, bypassing him as he approached Will’s door. “Cian…what happened? What’s wrong?” He turned, followed her to the curb, “Cian…”

“Take me home!” She sobbed loudly, hiding her face from him, “Please Ramone, take me home!”
Hearing the door open, Ramone turned, saw Angel exit the house holding her clothes in her hands with Wilson close behind. Flashing a smile at Will, he turned back to Cian, throwing his arm over her shoulder to console her.

“Don't! Don't touch me! You wanted this!” She shouted, “You wanted me to see this!” She wailed in his arms.

“No! I didn’t know!” He assured her, lifting her chin with his finger as he brushed away her tears, “I wouldn’t have hurt you like this! I’ll never hurt you like this!”