He watched the sunlight glint off of her hair and face, bathing her in the morning glory. She offered a hesitant half-smile, clearly uncomfortable in the prolonged silence and under the intensity of his gaze. When he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers, he didn’t know who was more surprised. He supposed that he had intended it as a thank you, for the token and her honesty and faith and laughter and just being Gwen.
He felt more than heard her gasp of surprise, and then she melted into him, every inch of her softening and accepting and yielding. The warrior in him immediately the instinctive surrender for what it was, and it took everything in him to keep the kiss light, to not claim her mouth and all the sweet lushness her taste implied. Her breathy groan of protest, and the way she followed his mouth to prolong contact as he drew away nearly shredded his resolve, but he regained control enough to pull back.
He watched her eyelashes slowly flutter up, revealing her warm chocolate brown eyes, now dark and hazy with desire and need. He still didn’t speak, too entranced by the sunlight once again now surrounding her like a soft halo. She looked like an Angel…
Bradley blinked and gave a little shake of his head. He had a vague unsettling feeling, like he had just woken up, but that couldn’t be right, because he was in the middle of a scene–
Angel’s forehead creased slightly in question, waiting.
Oh, right. Finish the scene, fool.
“I must go,” Bradley said abruptly, and left.
The A.D.’s call of, “CUT! Check the gates, we’re movin’ on!” was enough to bring Bradley fully back into the current space and time. No one else seemed to notice anything different, so he had almost written the whole thing off as and ‘actor moment’–until he was alone much later that night in his hotel room, and had time to reflect over the events of the day.
Bradley knew that eventually, he was going to have to kiss Angel. Or rather, Arthur was going to have to kiss Gwen, which was the same thing, and yet not. Was it strange to be jealous of the fact that his character got to kiss his dream woman before he did?
Probably, he decided after thinking it over a bit more. It made even less sense the second and third time, although that could’ve been because of the cheap wine and ridiculously overpriced fruit he had bought early.
“Right then,” he said abruptly, pulling out his cell phone. “Annnngell…” Thank Merlin-he snickered-for speed dial.
“Bradley.” Her husky, amused voice came over the line after only one ring. “Are you seriously drunk dialing me from down the hallway?”
“Not drunk. Wine was too cheap and watered down.”
“Mildly snockered, then.” She laughed. “It’s too hot to sleep anyway. I’ll be down there in a minute.”
Shaking her head, she hung up and looked down. She had already changed for bed into boxers and a tank top. Shrugging, she headed out. It was nearing on one in the morning. No one would see her.
It was only when she reached Bradley’s door that she realized that she had left her key in her room. “Bloody hell!” She cursed. “Bradley! Open up!”