Angel-faced

Dante was asleep on a bench in the shade under a tree, looking, for lack of a better comparison, like an angel. So perfect.

Althie was walking along, her hair over her face. She was in a bad mood.

Dante was just sleeping.

Althea sat down heavily on some random bench.

"Ooph!" Dante was sat on.

Althea looked over, laughing slightly. "Sorry, Dante."

Dante blinked. "hi..." he muttered sleepily.

Althie cocked her head contemplatingly.
"Do I ahve to get off you, or can I just straddle you know and hump you?"

"You can try and hump me, but I can assure you nothing will happen with our clothes on."

"Damn," Althie said, but straddle dhim anyway becaus eit was easier to talk to Dante like this. "What are ou doing being all angelic on a bench outside?"

Dante laughed softly, reaching up and stroking her cheek. "Just chilling..."

"Sleeping more like," Althie pointed out. "Without me," she added, teasing.

Dante grabbed her tie, pulling her down into a hungry kiss.

Althie blinked, and then kissed him back passionately.

Dante held her at the waist and kissed her faster.

Althie slid her arms round Dante's neck, kissing him curiously. What was going on?

Dante kissed her possessively, wantingly.

Althea very slowly pulled away and stared at him.
"what the hell was that for?!"

"Because you're gorgeous..."

She arched an eyebrow.
"How deeply thought through," she said, sitting up and moving off him.

Dante grabbed her and pulled her to him. "Don't."

"Why not?" she asked, just about managing to stay on her feet.

"I want you to stay...."

"It's very hard to make out on a bench."

"Then let's go to my room..."