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Disclaimer:  See Part 1	

Summary: It's the "morning after" and Lewis and Angel are
having a hard time leaving the bedroom.  :-)

Rating: PG -13

Author's Note:  This one is all Lewis and Angel with a little 
bit of Oswald thrown in for good measure...uh...but not all 
three at the same time. *g*  Not much comedy here but if 
you're up for romance, this is for you!  

Angels
Part 6 - Hanging By A Moment
By Ruth


Sunday
9:00am
Lewis and Oswald's

     Lewis stretched lazily in bed.  He blinked his eyes open 
a few times and rubbed at the sleep that had gathered in them
over night.  About that time he noticed something soft and 
warm next to him.  He looked and discovered Angel.  Still 
there, breathing softly and steadily, and looking for all the world 
like the celestial being she was named after.  He quietly climbed 
out of bed and searched in vain for the boxer shorts he had so
readily discarded last night.  He didn't have much luck so he 
grabbed a fresh pair out of his dresser and slipped them on.  
They were white with little red, blue and yellow race cars on 
them.  He slipped on a blue T-shirt as well and started to tip-toe 
out of the room after planting a quick kiss on Angel's cheek.  He 
was stopped by the soft sound of his name being called.
     "Lewis."  Angel's "just awake" voice sounded like sleepy 
purring and made Lewis, quite frankly, want to jump back out 
of his clothes and into bed.  He turned and looked at her.  She 
had that warm "morning after" glow and her eyelids were only half 
open.  His boxers were starting to feel a bit constraining.
     "'Morning, Angel."  Lewis' "just awake" voice was a lower, 
sultry version of his normal voice.  Angel closed her eyes and 
smiled at the sound.  When she opened her eyes, he was standing 
over her.  His hair was disheveled and his face a bit scruffy.  His 
eyes were still a bit sleepy but they seemed to glow an intense 
green.  God, he was sexy.  She could get used to waking up to 
that.  "I didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly.
     "I don't mind," Angel said.  She stretched out her arms, inviting 
him into them.  He didn't hesitate to accept.  He literally jumped 
onto the bed, making Angel laugh, and threw his arms around her.  
He kissed her gently several times before releasing her and climbing
back out.  Angel frowned.  "Where do you think you're going?" 
she asked.  She was pouting.
     "I'm gonna make breakfast," said Lewis.
     "Ew, in the kitchen?" Angel was mortified at the very thought 
of eating anything that came out of his kitchen.
     "Can you think of a better place to make breakfast?" Lewis asked.
     "Several, actually," Angel said, grimacing.
     "What's that face for?" Lewis said.  "The kitchen's not that 
bad!  Besides, cooking will kill anything."  
     Angel frowned.  "Well...OK," she said as she started to climb 
out of bed.
     "Whoa, stop!" Lewis said quickly.  Angel froze and looked at
Lewis questioningly.  "Let me leave first," he continued with a smile, 
"or we'll never make it out of the bedroom."
     Angel grinned.  "Staying in the bedroom all day?  Not a bad idea," 
she said.  Lewis was considering it when she started to speak again.  
"But my parents are going to be here today and I don't think they'd
 want to spend the evening eating with us in bed."
     Lewis grimaced this time.  "Oh, God, I'd forgotten about that."
     "What's wrong? You don't want to meet them?"  Angel asked.  
"They don't bite.  They're nice people."
     Lewis shook his head.  "No, it's not that.  I'm sure they're very 
nice, but..."
     "But, what?"
     Lewis sat down on the end of the bed, his back to her.  "I'm afraid 
they won't like me."  Angel laughed.  "Oh, thanks," Lewis said sarcastically.
     "No, no!  I'm sorry!" Angel said, still chuckling a little.  She crawled 
down the bed and sat down right behind him, still managing to keep
the covers over her.  "I just can't imagine why they wouldn't like you."
     "Believe me, plenty of womens' parents haven't liked me in the past.  
It usually starts after they learn what I do for a living and goes down hill 
from there."
     "Lewis, you have nothing to worry about," Angel said as she placed 
a hand on Lewis' shoulder.  "Honestly.  They won't have any problem 
with you."
     "How can you be sure?  I mean, to have raised *you*, they must 
be pretty amazing poeple.  What does your Mom do?"
     "Well...she's a microbiologist, but - " Angel was cut off.
     "See?  And what's your Dad, an astronaut?"  Lewis was sounding 
sarcastic.
     "No, he works for the Michigan State Government," Angel said 
patiently.
     "Great, so he's some Government Bigwig.  I don't stand a chance, 
Angel."  Lewis looked at the floor and sighed.
     "No, Lewis.  He works for a division of Animal Control," said Angel.  
Lewis turned toward her.
     "Animal Control?" he said.
     "Yeah.  He removes dead animals off the highways.  It pays well, 
but it's not very glamorous.  Kinda like your job," she added.
     Lewis turned all the way around.  "He scrapes roadkill?"  Angel 
nodded.  A smile spread across Lewis' face.  He leaned forward and 
kissed Angel.  "I'm gonna go make breakfast," he said as he got up.  
Angel shook her head.
     "From roadkill to breakfast.  Can't wait," Angel said.  As Lewis 
turned to go, she climbed out of bed to put her clothes on.  Lewis 
stopped dead.
     "Now you've done it," he said.  Angel looked at Lewis, wide eyed 
and completely oblivious to what he was talking about.  Lewis approached 
her, backing her up against the bed until she was forced to sit down on it.  
She smiled up at him.
     "I thought you were making breakfast?" she said.
     "We are," Lewis said, the mischief apparent in his voice.  He bent over 
her, forcing her to lay back on the bed.  
     Angel giggled.  "Lewis!  What are you doing?"  
     "What do you think I'm doing?" he asked.  
     Angel continued to giggle.  She gently pushed him up and off of 
her and then pulled the sheet over herself.  "The thought is *extremely* 
tempting but I really have to get back to my apartment.  So you'll have 
to save that thought..." Angel looked down at the front of his boxers and 
pointed, "and *that* for later tonight."  Lewis frowned.
     "Well, I hope the subject doesn't decide to 'pop up' during dinner with 
your parents," he said.
     "I know you, Lewis.  You'll be too nervous to 'rise to the occassion' 
until dinner is over and my parents are gone for the night."  Lewis raised 
an eyebrow at the innuendo.
     "I hope so.  I can see it: 'Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Donovan, I *am* happy to 
see you, why do you ask?'" said Lewis, dripping with sarcasm.  Angel 
chuckled.
     "That'd leave them with quite an impression," Angel said slyly.
     "Yeah - " Lewis stopped short.  "Wait, was there a complement 
in there?"
     "Could be," said Angel innocently.  Lewis smiled down at her and 
then climbed onto the bed.  He crawled over and laid on his back in 
the spot Angel had been sleeping in all night.  Angel Laid down next 
to him and they both stared up at the ceiling.
     "Is it just me," began Angel, "or is the idea of actually leaving this 
room today seem impossible?"
     "It's not just you," said Lewis.
     "I'm afraid if we leave then 'the spell' will be broken.  Is that 
ridiculous sounding?" Angel said, turning her head toward Lewis.  
Lewis rolled over on his side and faced Angel.
     "No.  At least *I* dont think so," he said.
     "Well, what are we gonna do?  We *have* to leave," said Angel.
     "Eventually," Lewis said softly.  Angel also rolled on her side 
and faced Lewis.  Lewis ran a finger down Angel's cheek and brushed 
some hair that had fallen into her face out of the way.   They simply 
stared at eachother without speaking.  Angel sighed.
     "I wish we didn't have to get up but we do, Lewis," she said.  Lewis 
sighed too and then sat up.
     "I know, I know.  Back to reality."  Lewis bent down and kissed her 
lightly on the lips.  "I'll really go this time and make breakfast," he said 
with a grin.  Angel watched him get up and walk to the door.  He put 
his hand on the knob and stopped, just staring at his hand ready to turn it.
     "What's wrong?" asked Angel.
     "I don't wanna leave!" whined Lewis.  He turned around and jumped 
back on the bed and basically on to Angel.
     "Lewis!" she said, a little too loudly.
     "Sshhh!"  Lewis hushed her and pointed to the wall that seperated 
his room from Oswald's.  "Oswald," he whispered.  Angel rolled her eyes.
     "Sorry," she whispered.  "He's gonna find out sonner or later."
     "Let's make it 'later'," Lewis said.  He kissed Angel once, twice, a 
third time.
     "Lewis," Angel managed to say, "stop.  We *have* to get up.  I 
*promise* we'll pick this up later tonight."  Lewis stopped and pouted.
     "OK," he said, "you *promised*!  I'm holding you to that!"
     "Yes, sir!" Angel laughed.  Lewis kissed her one last time and made
his way to the door *again*.  This time he managed to leave, closing 
the door behind him.       
     Lewis made his way to the kitchen area and pulled out the things 
he'd need to make breakfast: eggs, bacon, bread, milk.  He searched
fruitlessly for a clean frying pan and ended up having to clean one.  As
 well as a spatula.  And plates.  Forks.  Knives.
     "Cripes, I guess she's right.  I can't find a clean thing in this place!"
said Lewis.
     A few minutes later, Angel came out and sat down in the booth.  
"Well, it *smells* good," she said cautiously.
     "Keep that up," said Lewis, "and you won't get any.  I make the 
best breakfasts ya know."
     Angel was about to respond when Oswald wandered out.  "Hey, 
that smells good!" he exclaimed.  "Oh, hey, Angel!  I didn't know 
you were coming over for breakfast."  He sat down next to her in the 
booth.
     "It was a last minute thing," Angel responded.  Oswald was giving 
her the once over.  "What?" she asked.
     "Aren't you wearing the same clothes from last night?" he asked 
suspiciously.
     "No.  I was wearing a different shirt last night," Angel answered 
quickly.
     Oswald narrowed his eyes as he looked at her.  "Riiight."  
Angel just nodded at him.  
     Lewis cut in and changed the subject.  "You want some 
eggs, Oswald?"  Oswald was distracted immediately.
     "Do I!" he said excitedly.  "Lewis makes the best breakfasts!"
     "So I hear," said Angel, looking over at Lewis and mouthing 
the words "thank you".
     Lewis finished up and placed plates down for everyone, including 
himself.  Oswald dug into his eagerly so Angel followed suit.
     "Oh wow!" she groaned.  "I don't know what you did to these 
but they're fabulous!"  She shoveled the eggs in faster.  Lewis smiled 
with pride.  The three of them devoured their plates.  They finished 
at the same time and sat back, in unison, groaning with pleasure.
     "Those were the best eggs I've ever had," said Angel.  "Yet another 
talent of yours I've discovered in the past 24 hours."
     "What's the other one?" Oswald asked, curious.  Angel looked at Oswald.
     "Uh..." she began.
     "I can balance a mug of beer on my forehead," Lewis cut in.
     "Oh, yeah, I knew about that one," said Oswald.  Angel took a 
deep breath.
     "Well, boys, it's time for me to head out.  I need to go home and 
change - " Angel caught herself before she said "clothes."
     "Change what?" Oswald asked with narrowed eyes.
     "Change...my oil.  In my car.  It needs an oil change.  I'm going to 
stop on my way home."  
     Lewis got up and let her out of the booth.  "What time tonight?" he 
asked as he saw her to the door.
     "Be at my place at 5:30, OK?" Angel said.
     "Sure," said Lewis.  He leaned down close to her ear.  "And maybe 
we could stay at your place tonight?" he whispered to her.
     Angel smiled.  "You got it," she said.  She kissed him and left.  
Lewis went back to the booth and sat back down.  He and Oswald 
didn't say anything for a few minutes.    
     "You weren't really hanging pictures last night were you?" Oswald 
suddenly said.
     "What?" said Lewis.
     "She was here all night, wasn't she," Oswald said.  It was a statement 
rather than a question.  Lewis got up from the booth and started to run 
water over the dishes in the sink.  He wasn't answering Oswald.  A big 
grin spread across Oswald's face.
     "You got some didn't you?" he said.  Lewis didn't say anything, but
the smile he was trying to hide spoke volumes.  "Yeah, I knew it."
     "Oh?  And just how did you know?" asked Lewis as he watched 
the water run into the sink to soak the dishes.
     "Oh, just a feeling.  That, and I saw her sneak up here last night."
     "What?  You saw her?" exclaimed Lewis.
     "Yeah, she pretended to leave and then snuck back in when she 
thought no one was looking."
     Lewis was silent a moment.  "Wait a minute...Then last night, when 
you were yelling through the wall...You knew?"  Oswald just smiled.  He 
was promptly hit in the face with a wet dish towel.
     "Hey!" he yelped.
     "Jackass," Lewis muttered while still trying to hide a grin.

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