Angel: What do you want, Darla?
[Holds up the ring and looks over his shoulder.]
Angel: You want this?
[He drops the ring on the floor and Darla hurries over to pick it up. Before she can, Angel grabs her arm and sends her stumbling towards the wall.]
Angel: Or maybe what you really want is this!
[Pushes her up against the wall and gently brushes the hair back from her face.]
Angel: That may be what you really want, isn't it?
[Kisses her softly, then, when she doesn't react, a little harder. Darla pushes him away.]
Darla: Don't play games with me.
Angel: I'm not playing. I just wanna feel something besides the cold.
[Pushes her back onto a table, lowers himself on top of her and kisses her again. Darla reaches up and pushes his jacket off his shoulders, kissing him back. Angel strips off his jacket with her help, still kissing her. Suddenly Darla begins to laugh and Angel pulls back the same time she pushes him and gets up.]
Angel: Why're you laughing?
[Darla continues to laugh, not answering him, and Angel hits her, sending her crashing through the glass doors leading to his bedroom. Angel slowly walks after her as she rolls over and looks up at him.]
Angel: Don't you feel the cold?
[Angel grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her up.]
Darla: What're you doing?
Angel: It doesn't matter.
[Strokes the side of her face.]
Angel: None of it matters.
[He kisses her again and she responds. They fall back onto the bed and strip off each other's clothes.]
[Holds up the ring and looks over his shoulder.]
Angel: You want this?
[He drops the ring on the floor and Darla hurries over to pick it up. Before she can, Angel grabs her arm and sends her stumbling towards the wall.]
Angel: Or maybe what you really want is this!
[Pushes her up against the wall and gently brushes the hair back from her face.]
Angel: That may be what you really want, isn't it?
[Kisses her softly, then, when she doesn't react, a little harder. Darla pushes him away.]
Darla: Don't play games with me.
Angel: I'm not playing. I just wanna feel something besides the cold.
[Pushes her back onto a table, lowers himself on top of her and kisses her again. Darla reaches up and pushes his jacket off his shoulders, kissing him back. Angel strips off his jacket with her help, still kissing her. Suddenly Darla begins to laugh and Angel pulls back the same time she pushes him and gets up.]
Angel: Why're you laughing?
[Darla continues to laugh, not answering him, and Angel hits her, sending her crashing through the glass doors leading to his bedroom. Angel slowly walks after her as she rolls over and looks up at him.]
Angel: Don't you feel the cold?
[Angel grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her up.]
Darla: What're you doing?
Angel: It doesn't matter.
[Strokes the side of her face.]
Angel: None of it matters.
[He kisses her again and she responds. They fall back onto the bed and strip off each other's clothes.]
Angel : What do you want, Darla?
[Holds up the ring and looks over his shoulder.]
Angel : You want this?
[He drops the ring on the floor and Darla hurries over to pick it up. Before she can, Angel grabs her arm and sends her stumbling towards the wall.]
Angel : Or maybe what you really want is this!
[Pushes her up against the wall and gently brushes the hair back from her face.]
Angel : That may be what you really want, isn't it?
[Kisses her softly, then, when she doesn't react, a little harder. Darla pushes him away.]
Darla : Don't play games with me.
Angel : I'm not playing. I just wanna feel something besides the cold.
[Pushes her back onto a table, lowers himself on top of her and kisses her again. Darla reaches up and pushes his jacket off his shoulders, kissing him back. Angel strips off his jacket with her help, still kissing her. Suddenly Darla begins to laugh and Angel pulls back the same time she pushes him and gets up.]
Angel : Why're you laughing?
[Darla continues to laugh, not answering him, and Angel hits her, sending her crashing through the glass doors leading to his bedroom. Angel slowly walks after her as she rolls over and looks up at him.]
Angel : Don't you feel the cold?
[Angel grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her up.]
Darla : What're you doing?
Angel : It doesn't matter.
[Strokes the side of her face.]
Angel : None of it matters.
[He kisses her again and she responds. They fall back onto the bed and strip off each other's clothes.]
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