Golden Glade Angel [m]

Nico only just pulls away, but its not like Charley's attention was really into anything other than the angel behind him. It wasn't even truly the words that put out his fiery anger, but her pleading, worried tone. First off, he didn't like the near panic he heard in her voice: while it would have been perfectly acceptable to make the connection that Nico had scared her, but there was more fear that it was he who'd scared her. 
The silvery goddess pressed her frame close, nuzzled gently into his shoulder, and any thoughts of anything else-even Nico- were completely washed away by the scent of heat. She was the only thing that mattered, and right after came the need that hormones demanded. The need in her voice was the only thing he heard, the words themselves lost on his ears. His one soft, loving blue eye gazed into hers, shining with an equal need that he was happy to fill. Hell, he barely even heard the only two words that fell from his lips: Aspen was both lucky and unfortunate that her man wasn't one known for being able to resist the call of hormones. 
              "Lead me."