A/N: Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight. The plot and story here-in are sole property of the author.

I have to say thank you of course the the most awesome beta ever Jessica1971, she has worked her magic on my words yet again.

Honestly this outtake is dedicated to Jessica1971. It is for her that I wrote this. Jessica requested a happily ever after for Seth WAY back and I promised her that I would give him his HEA. So...here ya go. This is a little snippet of how Seth and Angela met and fell in love. Hope you enjoy...


True Loves Kiss (Seth and Angela Outtake from MMB)

Seth POV

I made my way through the lobby of the building which housed the studio we were assigned to for recording.

I waved to Avery at the front desk as I took a long sip of my Starbucks and hit the call button for the elevator. As I waited, my mind drifted to the events of the last couple of weeks. I had been thinking more about where my personal life was headed, or not headed as the case maybe.

The disaster which ensued from dating Caren was beyond any and all common sense. The chick was crazy, like a card carrying member of the National Association for the Mentally Insane.

She had taken the fact I was sort of into her and gone on a few dates with her to mean that we were in some kind of relationship, which was just not the case at all, at least not from my side of things. But when I tried to explain that though I liked her, I just wasn't really looking for a relationship with her, she went ballistic in the middle of a recording session and split with no notice, leaving the band between a rock and a hard place.

The scramble to not only replace her but to also replace the music she took with her was a less than pleasant experience. To say that Jacob was pissed would be an understatement of epic proportions. Then the ass blamed me for the whole damn situation. It was more than a bit frustrating.

Regardless of the issues caused for the band, it brought up a whole lot of reflection on my part as to why I didn't want a relationship with her in the first place. I mean, sure now that I knew she was bat-shit crazy I'm glad that I didn't really see a future with her, but what was it that made me keep her at arm's length before that?

Did I not want to fall in love again? I thought I did. But I also thought I had been in love once before, but currently for me love just wasn't on the radar evidently.

Looking at where my personal life had been and where it was now, I just wasn't sure I could deal with another relationship ending the way it had with Jane.

Jane had dumped my ass with very little finesse. She just packed up, walked out, and never looked back. As far as I knew she had never given me so much as a second thought and it hurt like hell at the time. I had adjusted over time, but it was what it was and I had dealt with it as best I could.

Didn't change the fact that it made me a bit gun shy, I hate to admit.

Then there was Bella. Ah….Bella. I really could have loved that woman.

She had one of the kindest hearts of anyone I have ever known, but she was never mine. I knew it as soon as I talked with her the night Edward came back into town. There was a pain in her voice that had nothing to do with the last year of her life; it was a longing that she tried to hide behind a truck load of pissed off, but I knew she was still in love with him….that she always had been.

Bella was no one but Edward's, even if at that moment she didn't know it. It was true and there wasn't a damn thing I or anyone else could do about it, not even Bella.

Lord knows she tried to run from him, damn near ran right into my bed, but there was no way I could have done that, not with her.

Bella's a good woman, my best friend, truth be known, and sleeping with her would have just shot that all to hell. As good as it might have been, I wasn't willing to sacrifice my friend for one night of great sex.

All I can say is I'm glad that Edward finally seemed to get his shit together and start making things right with her. Things were far from easy for them. They were still trying to figure everything out, and with Edward being in Georgia it only complicated matters. Still, they were working through it together and I was happy for Bella. Though I wasn't sure their kind of commitment existed for me, or if I would ever find that kind of devotion from a woman.

I guess if I were being honest with myself, that's what was holding me back from getting involved with anyone. I didn't think I would ever find what I witnessed between them for myself. Hell, for that matter, it was there between my sister and Jacob. Maybe I was setting the bar too high, but then I had settled for second rate with Jane and look what that got me.

As I stepped off the elevator, I made my way to the studio where I knew Jacob and Leah would be waiting. They were meeting with Caren's replacement earlier this morning and I figured they had already dismissed her just like the last twenty or so who had auditioned.

I entered the room where I knew I would find Jake and Leah and the sound that hit me as I pushed open the door just nearly knocked me on my ass. The voice of an angel rang clear as crystal through the room and froze me in my tracks.

"Holy God," I breathed.

I was wholly unprepared for the sensations that raced through my system as I took in the source of all that power.

I was overwhelmed with a warm sensation in my chest that quickly spread through my whole body as I looked at the woman singing into the microphone inside the sound studio.

She was tall, probably five eight, five nine, long dark hair that hung straight to the middle of her back. Even though she was dressed in a pair of track pants and a white t-shirt, I could tell she had a rockin' body underneath those casual clothes.

Until that very moment, I didn't believe in love at first sight, but I was quickly reevaluating my stance on the subject.

"What's up, little brother?" Leah asked, nailing me in the back as she brushed past me into the room.

I winced from the punch and realized I was still standing in the doorway staring like an idiot at the woman on the other side of the glass. A woman who at the moment had no idea I even existed, but somehow it felt as if my world just tilted on its axis.

"Nothin', big sis." I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

I took a seat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible while continuing to shamelessly stare at the powerhouse vocalist inside the sound box.

Leah sat herself in Jake's lap, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. She may have even licked him just a little, which kind of made my stomach churn, but I tried to ignore their PDA's as much as possible.

"Damn, woman," Jacob laughed, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

"So," I started, clearing my throat, "that the new pipes?"

Leah only laughed and winked at me before answering. "That," she gestured with her head toward the angel who was now talking with Sara, one of our backup singers, "is Angela Webber. She's the new replacement for Caren. Sara said she was a friend of hers so she called her in to audition. She's good, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, unable to tear my eyes away from the woman on the other side of the glass.

Creeping my own self out with my stalker grade obsession, I watched as Angela threw her head back and laughed at something Sara said to her. Jake hadn't turned the mic off, so Angela's laugh filled the space around me and I felt my heart stutter and flop in my chest at the sound.

I coughed and turned my head to catch my sister staring at me strangely with a furrowed brow.

"Ah…" I cleared my throat, trying to cover whatever it was that had happened to me in that moment and really wanting to change the subject. "Uh, so what's on the schedule for today?"

Leah continued to look at me with that same expression as Jake began to fill me in on what we had planned for the rest of the day, seemingly unaware of the stare down going on between his wife and me.

Evidently, this Angela chick wasn't just any run of the mill studio artist; she had cut an album of her own as part of a trio, but the group had broken up recently. Since she didn't have a contract at the moment as a solo artist, she was working the backup/studio gig marking time and trying to keep her name in the biz.

Leah continued to look at me, occasionally looking over her shoulder at Angela and then back at me.

I shifted in my chair because the silent third degree I was getting from my sister was starting to make me damn uncomfortable. I tried to carry on normal conversation with Jake about what needed tweaking here and there to our sound.

I noticed Leah get up and make her way out of the room and into the sound box where Angela and Sara were still talking. Jake had switched off the mic at this point, so I had no idea what they were talking about. I tried my best to concentrate on the things Jake was laying out.

We had a truckload of work that needed to be done to the tracks which were already recorded and absolutely no time to finish. The deadline was looming over us like the proverbial black cloud and our producer was getting a bit pissy about the whole thing.

Add to that the fact that we had lost over half of the tracks we had set to record over the next two weeks when Caren bailed, and it was going to take forever to make up the lost material.

Jake and I hammered out a few more details of scheduling and the like. I'm not sure how long it was before I looked up and realized that Angela, as well as Leah and Sara, were nowhere to be seen.

"Uh….where'd the girls go?" I asked, trying to sound cool and not let on that my interest was solely Angela's whereabouts.

"Oh…um," Jake looked at me with a strange expression. "They uh, headed out about thirty minutes ago. Why?"

"Uh, no reason….just thought I'd introduce myself to the new girl. Ya know, to be polite and all," I said, rubbing the center of my chest and wondering why I felt so disturbed by not getting the chance to talk to her before she left.

"Whatever, man," Jake said, obviously seeing straight through my bullshit judging by the grin on his face. "Just don't screw anything else up for this album, you hear me?"

"What the hell's that supposed to mean, Jake?" I asked, instantly irritated.

"You know exactly what I mean, Seth," he said, nailing me with a pointed stare.

"First of all, this album is just as important to me as it is to you. Second, you know damn good and well that what happened with Caren was not my fault. I had no idea she would go bat shit crazy and bail like –"

"Yeah, well, point is," he cut me off mid-sentence, "having her go off kilter and split in the middle of a recording session was one thing, but she took part of what we had planned on recording with her. They were her songs and they're gone right along with her. All your personal drama put the album off schedule, so I really don't need you to do anything else that could screw up what we might have going with this new girl. Understand?"

I felt the anger rushing through my body and heating my blood as I looked at my brother-in-law. For the most part I was an easy going, happy-go-lucky sort of guy, but recently Jake was pissing me off more than I cared to admit.

Jake and I had always gotten along before all this band non-sense. I liked the guy a lot, even before he and Leah got together. But there were times, such as this one, that I really wanted to just beat his ass.

The only thing I could say for him throughout the whole situation was that he had not told Leah the real reason Caren left the band. As far as the other band members and my sister were concerned, Caren had come down with some kind of flu that would keep her from continuing with the band and because she wasn't with the band she rescinded her copyright permission on the songs that were hers. So for saving my ass from the one conversation with my sister I wanted to avoid at all costs, I appreciated what he did. What I didn't appreciate was the fact he used that knowledge at every opportunity to remind me he felt I had made a mistake. I knew Jake's reasons for keeping quiet with my sister were only to keep from having anymore drama, not any type of altruistic act toward me on his part.

"It's always about the album with you, isn't it, man? It wouldn't have mattered if it were my fault. The only thing you give a shit about is the album, huh?"

Jake and I stared each other down for a long moment before he took a deep breath.

"No, it's not always about the album….just stay away from her, Seth. I mean it."

I tipped my chin at him with a grunt before turning back to the sound board in front of me and I let the subject drop, for the moment.

The next morning, I made my way out of my hotel room and down the street to the Starbucks which had become a regular stop on my way to the studio.

"Oompf."

The air whooshed out of me and my arms automatically wrapped around whatever body it was that slammed into me as I stepped inside the door.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry," an angelic voice squeaked.

"S'alright," I said, laughing as the woman pulled back slightly to look up at me.

I felt the air leave my lungs once again and my jaw unhinge as I stared down into the face that had haunted my dreams the night before.

"Hi," she whispered, a hint of a smile pulling at her full pink lips.

"Hi," I said.

"Um….you can let go of me now. I'm not going to fall, I don't think," she said, a beautiful pink tint coloring her cheeks.

"What?" I asked stupidly, realization dawning on me that I still had my arms wrapped around her, crushing her to me.

"I'm sorry," I jerked away from her, totally mortified at my awkwardness. "Uh…really, sorry…Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine-"

"Hey, Seth," Sara said, smiling as she stepped up behind Angela.

"Huh," I said, a bit dazed from the ghost sensation of still having Angela in my arms. "Oh, um… hi, Sara. How are you this morning?"

"I'm good," she said, looking at me with a quirked brow. "So I guess you met Angela, huh?"

"Um….I kind of bounced off of him actually, but we haven't been properly introduced. I know who you are, though. I saw you in the studio yesterday," she said, holding out her hand to me. "Angela Webber. It's nice to finally meet you, Seth."

"It's nice to meet you, too, Angela," I said, taking her hand in mine and having the strangest sensation that I didn't want to let go- ever. "You have a beautiful voice."

"Ah…thank you," she said, a slight tinge of pink coloring her cheeks once again as she looked down to where I was still holding her hand in mine.

I dropped it quickly, and realizing I had stepped closer to her, I took a step back. I ran a hand over my hair and looked at the floor, trying to fight off the awkwardness of the situation and the butterflies in my stomach.

God, could you be any more of a lame idiot! Butterflies? Jesus, you are such a pansy, I thought as an uncomfortable silence stretched for what seemed like an eternity.

"Are you on your way to the studio?" Sara asked, breaking the silence and smiling knowingly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Uh….yeah, that where you two are headed?" I said, continuing to look at Angela as I spoke to Sara.

"Yeah, we are, you want to walk with?"

My head snapped in Sara's direction. Her knowing smirk made the tips of my ears burn with embarrassment.

"Uh…well, I wouldn't want you guys to hang around waiting on me to get my order. I –"

"No, we'll wait," Angela said, she was staring a hole in her cup and that little pink tinge was on her cheeks again. "It would be nice to get to know you a little better since we're going to be working together and all….."

I felt my eyes widen slightly and I looked between Sara and Angela, feeling the smile begin to spread across my face.

"Yeah….yeah, that's a good idea, since we're working together and all," I nodded, suddenly feeling as though I were walking on air.

I made my way to the barista to place my order and a few moments later I was rejoining Sara and Angela just outside on the sidewalk.

The walk to the studio was quite possibly the best fifteen minutes of my life. Angela was ridiculously funny and a little on the smart ass side when she opened up a bit more. I liked it.

That morning, something passed between Angela and me. For the next two weeks, we met outside Starbucks before getting a coffee and walking to the studio together.

Sara only joined us for the first few mornings and then it seemed she figured out we really wanted to be alone to talk.

It wasn't long before our meetings started earlier and earlier, allowing for more time to spend together under the guise of grabbing a bite to eat along with our coffee before making the walk to the studio.

I began to realize that my feelings for Angela were more than I had felt for anyone in a very long time.

The knowledge that Jacob would be pissed when he found out about our morning routine and that I didn't back off seeing her wasn't really a deterrent - at all. I also knew it wouldn't matter when he found out that we hadn't actually gone out on an official date. So, with that thought, I figured I was ready to take the plunge and change that little factoid.

I had myself all pumped up to ask her out for a real date the next morning when we met for coffee. I prepared exactly what I was going to say and had it all worked out in my mind how it would go. Of course, when I saw her that morning every word completely left my brain like sand through a sieve.

"Hi," I said, handing her a Grande Caramel Macchiato, which was her coffee of choice.

"Hi, yourself," she snickered, taking the coffee. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Um…so, Angela-" she spoke over me before I could get myself geared up for the great question.

"Oh, I've wanted to ask you for a while now, would like to have dinner with me? Like I want to cook for you, if you would like to," she said, bringing the cup to her mouth.

A breath caught in my chest as I stood there staring at her like a fish out of water, opening and closing my mouth, unable to speak. Evidently she took my inability to form words as a refusal of her invitation.

"Um…never mind. I…its okay, just thought I would ask," she said, turning to walk down the sidewalk.

It took a few seconds for my brain to kick in and I took off after her.

"Wait, Angela," I called.

I took her arm as I reached her, turning her back to face me.

"I'm sorry. Angela, really I was just shocked is all. Before you got here I was trying to work-up the guts to ask you out properly, so it kind of knocked me off kilter when you asked first. I would love to have dinner with you, but you don't have to cook. I'll make reservations and I'll take you out on the town."

"Seth, that's really sweet, but I want to cook for you," she said, placing her hand on my forearm and looking up into my eyes.

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I looked into her deep mocha eyes. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, I brushed her cheek with the tips of my fingers and curled them around her neck.

Running my thumb along her jaw, my eyes drifted to her full bottom lip.

"I would love for you to cook for me, Angela," I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

Shit, I'm in love with this girl…. I knew it was true as I stared at her; she smiled at me, leaning in to place her hand in the center of my chest.

"May I kiss you?"

She sucked in a sharp breath and then nodded as I bent to bring my lips to hers.

Her lips were so incredibly soft as they molded to mine. Still holding my coffee, I slid an arm around her waist and her shoulders to pull her closer. Angela slid a hand up my chest and into my hair, holding me to her as she wrapped her other around my waist.

Brushing my tongue along her bottom lip, she sighed and tilted her head as she opened for me. I slipped my tongue inside over her teeth, and when our tongues met I felt as though my head was going to explode right along with my heart, which was at least double in size from my emotions.

Yep, Imma gonner.

Plain and simple, that was absolutely the best kiss of my entire life. My body protested profusely as I pulled back, slowing the kiss to tiny pecks before I pressed my forehead to hers, more than a little out of breath.

I kept my eyes closed, trying to rein in all that I felt with the realization that I was hopelessly in love with this woman.

"Wow," she breathed.

I nodded slightly because I couldn't find my voice at the moment. We stood like that for a long moment, her hand still buried in the hair at the nape of my neck, my arms wrapped around her, holding her to me.

"I guess we better get to the studio," she whispered, her warm breath blowing over my face.

"Yeah," I said, my voice strained.

I struggled to gain some perspective over the fact that I was completely head over heels for the angel in my arms.

I stepped back, took her hand, and started down the sidewalk with her at my side.

"So, Seth, you and Angela have a date tonight, huh?" My sister laughed and winked at me as she fell onto the sofa next to me.

We had been back at the hotel for only about a half hour after a ridiculously frustrating session.

"Uh…yeah," I said, turning and quirking an eyebrow at her. "How'd you know that?"

"Oh, I overheard Angela saying something to Sara earlier and I asked her about it. For some reason she thought I would be upset about it. Why would she think that? I really like her a lot and she's been awesome with what she's doing with our sound," Leah continued to go on about how much she like Angela and she thought it was great that we were going out.

I really couldn't concentrate on anything she was saying because all my attention was focused on the powder keg with a lit fuse sitting opposite me in the arm chair.

"I think I'm going to head back to our room. You have fun tonight, 'k?" Leah said as she stood from the sofa, patting my leg.

"Jake, you coming?" She called over her shoulder as she reached the door.

"Yeah, in a bit, I need to talk to Seth for a minute," he said, never breaking eye contact with me.

"Um…okay," she said, drawing out the word and looking between us. "Is there something I need to know about here?"

"Nope," I said, "Jake and I just need to take care of a little business."

"Yeah, sweetie," Jake said, turning on that million watt smile of his and crossing the room to kiss her cheek before sending her out the door. "It's all good, just a little man talk."

I stood from the sofa and waited for the shit to hit the fan, knowing it wouldn't take long. I was ready for him as soon as the door clicked into place.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, coming at me like a bull, getting as close as he possibly could, punching a finger into my chest and growling in my face. "I thought I made it pretty fucking clear you were not to get involved with that girl. We can't afford to lose Angela because the two of you get into some kind of lover's spat drama shit like what went down with Caren. The stuff Angela has brought to our sound is far and away better than anything Caren ever dreamed up…..you are not going out with her; you are not going to pursue this any further. Do you understand me, little brother?"

I bit the inside of my jaw until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, my hands curled into fists as I gave him all the time he needed to blow whatever gasket it was he needed to over this situation. When I was sure he had finished, I was going to set the record straight on a few things.

"Are you finished?" I asked.

"What?" he spat.

I was at the complete end of my rope with his attitude. I knew he had been stressed with the pacing of the album and that things with the producer weren't exactly ideal, but what was going on between Angela and I was not a subject which was up for debate, especially with him.

"Are you finished?" I repeated, working hard to keep my voice even and continued before he could answer. "Goddamnit, Jacob, this is not something that you can dictate to me, you understand me? Caren was nothing. She was a girl I went out with a couple of times. I didn't even sleep with her, you hear? You need to listen up and get this through that thick ass skull of yours, 'cause I ain't repeating myself on this one." I looked him in the eye, my body vibrating with the level of pissed off boiling in my blood.

"When you and Leah hooked up, I never once got in your way. I wasn't always sure you were the right one for her, but I didn't get in your way. I stayed out of your way because she loved you and I was pretty damn sure you felt the same way about her. Angela is not just any girl to me.

"I love her, Jacob, and I'm telling you right now, brother-in-law or not, you get in my way….you do anything to try and stop what I might have found with this woman, and I will end you. You feel me?"

Jacob's expression went from totally pissed off to shock.

"Holy hell," he breathed. "You're…..you're really in love with this girl, aren't you?"

I turned my back on him and crossed the room, making my way to the kitchenette. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and downed half of it before nodding.

"Well damn, Seth, I don't know what to say," Jake said, shaking his head and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"There's nothing for you to say," I said, taking another pull from my beer. "Just don't tell me not to pursue her, because that's not going to happen."

He nodded his head and dropped his eyes to the floor. "You know I just didn't want to see you get hurt, Seth. It really wasn't all about the album, and you know….sometimes I'm just an ass, can't help it really."

"Yeah," I snorted, "I know. You want a beer before I kick you out so I can get ready?"

"Uh…yeah, thanks," he said, running a big hand through his hair.

I crossed back to where he stood and held out the beer for him.

"Thanks," he said, taking the beer and twisting the bottle open. "Uh…okay…well, shit, I'm sorry, really. Are we cool, man?"

I looked at him for a long moment and took another pull before I grinned at him, "Yeah, man, we're cool, but I meant what I said. Don't try to stop me or mess with her."

He nodded, tipped his beer to me, and took a long draw.

Forty-five minutes later, I was making my way out of the hotel and stopped in my tracks as Angela's voice wafted to me from the curb.

"Hey," she laughed as she pushed off a white Porsche 911.

"Hey," I said, crossing to where she stood and bending to place a kiss to her cheek. "Nice wheels. I didn't realize you had a car since you're always walking."

"Pfft, this old thing," she scoffed, a smirk on her face as she looked over her shoulder at the car. "Yeah, it was a gift when I graduated college, from my mom."

A wistful expression crossed over her as she turned back to look at me before the smile was back on her face.

"I've been staying with Sara since I got the gig with you guys. Her apartment is just down the street from the Starbucks where we've been meeting up. It's easier than commuting back and forth," she shrugged. "So are you ready to be dazzled by my mad cooking skills?" she asked, laughing.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, clapping my hands together. "Let's get this show on the road. I'm starved and can't wait to see what you've whipped up."

I rounded the car, holding open her door before folding myself into the passenger seat. I'll only say this - it was no easy feat, but since we were going to her house for dinner it only made sense for her to drive.

We fell into easy conversation as she maneuvered through the streets of downtown Nashville. The drive to her house was a short twenty minutes outside the city limits, but the landscape changed drastically. Before I realized it, we were stopped in front of a massive iron gate. She rolled down her window, punched in some numbers on a little key pad, and the gates began to swing open.

"Holy shit, Angela, this is where you live?" I was stunned as we made our way up the long winding drive as the huge…..mansion? Plantation house, maybe? Yeah, it was more a plantation house, came into sight.

White washed walls, huge white columns standing at least thirty feet from floor to roof. The front porch went on forever with white wicker furniture arranged in neat sitting areas at measured intervals.

It literally looked like the Tara house in Gone with the Wind. I looked around expecting Scarlett to sashay out the front door at any moment.

Yes, I'd seen the movie enough times to know about the Tara plantation and who Scarlett O'Hara was. Don't judge, Vivian Leigh was hot. That red dress scene rocked my world when I was thirteen.

I turned back to look at Angela, knowing the expression on my face had to be something between complete shock and utter awe.

Angela turned a few shades of red and ducked her head slightly as she put the car in park.

"Yeah, this is where I grew up. It's my mom's family home….it's been in the family for, God, I don't even remember how many generations. My mom and I….well, I guess it's mine, but it still feels like," she paused, looking at the house with a slightly sad expression.

"Angela," I said as I cupped her cheek with my hand.

She leaned into my touch and closed her eyes for a moment before looking at me with a watery smile.

"It's been five years, but I still miss her like crazy," she breathed.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said, sliding my hand to her neck and pulling her closer to me as I leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead and then both cheeks.

"Thank you," she said, pulling back to look at me. "But you know I have a lot of great memories here, that's why I keep the house. It's ridiculous, really. I don't want nor need this much room, but I just can't seem to get up the courage to sell it."

Angela told me during our mornings together about her childhood and her mother who had passed away after fighting breast cancer for several years.

"Come on, you'll get a kick out of the inside. I haven't really changed a lot of the décor. It's so my mom, I just couldn't do it," she laughed lightly, the heaviness of the previous moments lifting immediately.

We exited the car and made our way up the front steps. Angela slipped a key in the lock and turned to look at me over her shoulder with a devious smile on her face.

"You ready for this? It's where I grew up, not really who I am, 'k?"

"Angela, this is your family home, I want to know about that part of your life."

"Alright, I warned ya," she flipped the lock, pushed the door open and stepped inside.

I followed close behind as the area was awash in soft white light from a chandelier hanging from what had to be a twenty foot ceiling in the foyer.

The area opened into a vestibule with a staircase. Not just any staircase. It was like the ones you see in those old thirties and forties movies. The kind that split in the middle and curve around a massive table with a big ass flower arrangement on them…yeah, that's what I saw.

The floor was a white marble with a black vein running throughout in varying patterns; the steps were the same white and black marble. A scrolling wrought iron railing curved gracefully from a balcony type landing on the second floor.

"You've got to be kidding me?" I breathed as I took in the area that surrounded me.

"I told ya, my mom's family was really into grandeur. She was cool with it all, but it wasn't ever really my style. I'm a lot more simple than all this, but the house makes me feel close to her, so that's why I stay," she said, stepping around me to make her way toward a room to the left of the grand entrance.

"This is one of my favorite rooms in the house," she said, reaching for a light switch on the wall and soft lighting from can lights flooded the room.

"Wow, Angela, this is beautiful," I said, following her into the library.

"Thanks. It's one of the few rooms I redecorated after mom passed. I didn't really change a lot, just made it more…..me, I guess?"

The walls were a warm yellow above the judge's paneled lower half, which was now a stark white. Large deep red overstuffed chairs and sofas sat in front of a fireplace along one wall framed by bookshelves. A feminine cherry wood desk sat along an opposite wall, backed by floor to ceiling white bookshelves. Under the windows, which looked out over the front porch and beautifully landscaped front lawn, was a window seat filled with red and yellow throw pillows. It definitely looked like the perfect place to curl up and spend a lazy afternoon getting lost in a book.

I could imagine at one time the room was much darker than what I saw before me, and I think I understood what she meant by she had made it more her. The grandeur and formality had been toned down and the edges were softer. There was a welcoming, comfortable feeling to the room.

I liked the feeling, a lot.

"Angela, this is amazing." I smiled down at her as she stood at my side and took my hand.

"Thank you, I really love this room," she said, leading me inside.

"Have a seat," she gestured toward one of the sofas in the sitting area in front of the fireplace. "Would you like a drink before dinner?"

"Um…yeah, sure, thank you," I said, crossing the room toward where she indicated and sitting back on the sofa.

I continued to take in the room as she made her way toward a small bar in the far corner of the room.

I noticed silver frames which were placed in strategic areas all along the bookshelves closest to where I sat. I could see snapshots of who had to be Angela's mom; it was like looking at a picture of Angela now in a different time.

One picture in particular caught my attention and I stood to get a closer look. I picked up the frame and stared at the image before me, not really believing what I was seeing with my own eyes.

"Here ya go," Angela said, handing me a glass of red and smiling at the picture I held in my hand.

"Thanks," I said, taking the glass. "Uh…is that really…" I trailed off.

"Yep, that would be exactly who you think it is, he and my mom were close."

"Angela, is he your d-"

"No," she laughed, crossing back to the sofa.

She sat, kicked off her shoes and curled her legs under her before she turned to look at me with a longing smile on her face as she glanced at the picture I still held in my hand.

Taking a long sip of her wine, she sat the glass on the table behind the sofa.

"He's not my father, but there were so many times I wished he was. It would have been so much easier….. My father really wasn't the involved type, if you know what I mean," she met my gaze and there was a sadness in her deep brown eyes.

I made my way back to sit next to her on the sofa. Placing my glass on the table by hers, I stretched my arm along the back of the sofa and leaned in close.

Taking her free hand in mine, I laced our fingers together and stared at our entwined hands as she continued to tell me what it was like growing up in the music business. She talked about how although her mother and father weren't married, she never really felt cheated by him not being around. She explained it was more that she knew the guy in her mom's life, the man in the picture, wasn't her real father, even though she loved him dearly.

Angela's mom had at one time been a big name artist in country music. She had traveled with most every headliner during the sixty's and seventy's, finally returning to Nashville permanently after she got pregnant with Angela.

They had lived here ever since, thank God, because otherwise she and I might not have met, and that was something I wasn't willing to even consider as a possibility.

I looked up to meet Angela's gaze and smiled. Reaching out, I took a lock of her hair between my fingers. The dark chocolate silk slid across my skin whisper soft for me to take it again, over and over.

"Angela," I murmured, watching the lock of hair slide through my fingers. "I need to tell you something."

When I looked up to meet her eyes, I was struck once again by her beauty. I framed her face between both of my palms and she wrapped her long fingers around my wrists.

"Seth," she whispered, as I leaned in, bringing my lips to hers in a slow, sensual kiss.

"I'm in love with you, Angela," I said against her lips before covering her mouth once again.

Sliding her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, she threaded those long fingers into my hair and held me to her. I swept my tongue along her bottom lip, and she sighed and opened to me.

No kiss, no touch, no woman had ever made me drunk with sensations, but that's exactly how I felt as I explored the nirvana of this woman in my arms.

I shifted on the sofa, bringing my body closer to hers as I slid my hands down over her neck to the supple skin of her bare shoulders peeking out from her dress. I ghosted my thumbs over her collarbones as I deepened the kiss, delving further into her mouth, stroking her tongue with my own.

She released a deep satisfied sound from the back of her throat as I felt my body's reaction in the growing bulge in my pants.

Moving my hands over her shoulders to wrap around her back and pulling her into my lap, I broke the kiss to drag my lips over her jaw, nipping, licking, and tasting my way to her ear. I took the lobe of her ear between my teeth, sucking gently; she turned her head, granting me full access to the graceful column of her neck. I took the invitation greedily, working down to the curve where her shoulder and neck met.

"God, you're so beautiful," I whispered against her skin.

One of her hands ran over my shoulder and down my back as the other continued to hold my face to her neck. The biting of her nails into my skin, even through the fabric of my shirt, made me tremble with need, and the erection I was sporting was becoming painful.

I slid a hand up her side, brushing the underside of her breast with my thumb before I cupped her breast in my palm.

Taking the skin over her pulse point between my lips, I felt the pebbling of her nipple against my palm. I thought my head would explode when she moaned and pressed herself into my hand, her hips undulating against mine. I couldn't stop the movement I made to press myself against her, hissing at the friction it created.

I felt as though my entire body was on fire and I knew I was reaching critical mass. If I didn't put the kibosh on this downhill slide, there would be no turning back in a very short time because I wouldn't be able to stop.

"Oh, God….Angela, I…we need to stop," I finally breathed, pulling back slightly.

"Why?" she asked, her body stiffened as her hands froze in place and her voice cracked. "I thought….I thought you, oh god…I," she pushed at my shoulders and started to move off my lap.

I grabbed her thighs and looked up to see tears shining in her eyes. Cursing under my breath, I cupped her face in my palm and shook my head.

"Wait, baby, I didn't mean that I don't want you," I pressed my lips to hers gently. "I just don't want you thinking that was what tonight was about. I didn't tell you that I'm in love with you to just get you to have sex with me. I meant what I said and I don't want you to think anything else is going on here, but if we don't stop this right now…." I trailed off with a low chuckle. "Let's just say I'm hangin' on to my control by a really thin thread."

I brushed the hair away from her face, taking in every plane, every line, every curve of her face, before looking into her eyes once again.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" she whispered. "What if I told you that I'm in love with you, too?"

I sucked in a sharp breath as she met my gaze with a steady look. My heart stuttered and took off in a rapid rhythm as her words washed over me.

"Can you say that again….please?" I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed and taking a deep breath.

"I'm in love with you, Seth, and I don't think tonight was about getting into my bed. I love you and I want this just as much as you do," she said, placing a hand to my cheek. "I want this, Seth. I want you."

"Oh God," I groaned as I crashed my mouth to hers once again.

She moaned as she opened to me and I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

Her hands moved over my shoulders and down my chest. With trembling fingers, she began releasing the buttons and broke our kiss to trail her lips over my jaw and sucked the lobe of my ear between her lips.

"I…ugh, God, that feels good," I ground out when she lightly bit my collarbone.

My brain was scrambled with all the adrenaline and lust running through it at that moment. I couldn't think straight, but I needed to say…..something.

"Ah…God, Angela…" I trailed off as she placed a kiss to the hollow of my throat. I shifted, pressing my erection into her core once again, and a sexy moan fell from her lips.

I slid my hand down her side, over the curve of her waist to her hip and tightening my grip on the soft flesh for a moment before continuing down to wrap my fingers around the outside of her thigh. The silky fabric of her skirt was pushed up to where her unbelievable leg joined her body and I worked the tip of my fingers under until I felt the edge of her panties.

"Angela," I sighed as I turned my head, bringing my lips back to hers.

Slipping my fingers under the lace of her underwear, I gently moved my hand around to cup the soft flesh of her behind, pulling her hips tighter into mine.

"Oh, God, Seth," she breathed.

My heart did a flip-flop at the sound of my name on her lips. It suddenly occurred to me what we were doing and that I had not prepared for such a development. I jerked back, breaking our connection to look at her wide eyed expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I….oh, God, Angela I really didn't prepare for this, I mean I had no intentions of things going like this tonight….I didn't um…I don't have any protection. I'm sorry….I just did-,"

I stopped short and stared at her like she had lost her mind when she began laughing, because my body found nothing what-so-freaking-ever funny about the situation.

"Seth," she snorted, "you weren't lying when you said you didn't want me to think this was just about getting me in bed, did you?"

I shook my head and felt my brow furrow in confusion, still not finding the funny.

"I'm going to ask you this and I'm trusting that you will give me an honest answer. Okay?" she said, the smile still on her face though I could tell she was completely serious. "Are you clean? Like you know what I mean, right? There's nothing I need to be worried about, right?"

I shook my head. I hadn't been with very many women, but had always used protection and I had recently had a check up, everything was a go in that department.

"Good, so am I and I just got my Depo shot, so we're all good, right? No worries about stuff and I'm not going to get pregnant so….." she trailed off, quirking an eyebrow and smirking.

If I thought my brain was scrambled before, it was complete puree as I tried to process what she had actually just said to me….surely I heard her wrong.

"Are you saying that you're okay with-" She was already nodding her head before I could finish my question.

"I'm fine with it. I trust you. I love you," she said on a whisper as she brushed the hair back from my forehead. "Stop thinking so much, Seth, and kiss me."

Well, damn…

I didn't have to be asked twice as I covered her mouth with mine and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

The thought came to me that I needed to move us off this sofa. Taking her in the library on a cramped little couch was not the way I pictured our first time together.

I broke our kiss and sat up, taking her with me as I stood. She giggled as her arms locked around my neck and her legs went around my waist instantly.

Kissing her deeply, I made my way toward that star worthy staircase.

"Which way to your room, baby?" I asked against her lips as I reached the bottom step.

"Top of the stairs, hallway to the left, last door on the right," she whispered, pressing open mouthed kisses to my throat.

I found the door and pushed it open to be greeted by yet another room that screamed Angela.

A bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the soft creamy white walls. The floors were a rich, honeyed hardwood. The object which caught my full attention was the king size canopy bed sitting in the center of two floor to ceiling windows.

Sheer gossamer fabric hung loosely from the canopy and the bed was covered in a bright white duvet with small aqua blue accent pillows. It looked like a room from one of those high end vacation spots that you read about movie stars and rock stars visiting.

I kicked the door closed behind me as I made my way toward the bed. Laying her gently on the bed, I stood to shrug out of my shirt and toe off my shoes.

She began to pull the tie of her dress and I shook my head. "I want to do that."

She giggled and I watched as she scooted up the bed, throwing the pillows out of her way and shoving the duvet down before sliding under the sheets.

As quickly as I could, I worked my belt loose and dropped my slacks to the floor.

Smirking, she held the sheet open for me as I crawled atop the bed. Stretching out beside her and resting on bent elbow, I pulled her to me, bringing her lips to mine once again. She sighed as I rolled her onto her back, half covering her body with my chest.

Kissing the soft skin just behind her ear, I slowly pulled the tie of her wrap dress. The silky material made a whispering sound as it slid free of the knot.

I traced the line of the deep V across her chest to her collarbone and back down.

Flattening my palm, I slid my hand under the fabric, pushing it from her body like opening a beautifully wrapped gift to reveal the cream of her skin.

Slowly, she slid her arms from the dress and arched her back. She slid it from under her body, tossing it into the room with a flick of her wrist.

A breath caught in my throat as my eyes swept over the swell of her breast and took in the black lace of her bra.

The heat in my body rose as I continued over her body with my eyes, my hand following the same path, down to her toned flat abdomen, the soft curve of her hip, to find the black lace of her matching panties.

"You are so beautiful," I murmured, bringing my lips to hers once again, because it had been too long since I kissed her.

I brought my hand up to cup her breast, brushing my thumb over the hardened nipple once again as I kissed my way down the column of her sensual neck and rolled until I was lying on top of her.

Spreading her thighs, she welcomed me in the cradle of her hips, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

She ran a hand over the skin of my back, causing me to tremble at her touch as my hips shifted, pushing my erection into her. I sucked a breath through my teeth as the heat of her core seeped through my boxer briefs with this new position.

Angela whispered my name softly against the skin of my shoulder as she placed open mouthed kisses along my collarbone.

Never had I been so affected by a woman, and I didn't want it to stop. Staying in the moment for the rest of my life was the only option acceptable.

I should have been terrified by that thought, but I wasn't….at all.

Her sounds were driving me insane and I really needed to be inside of her, but I wanted to take my time, show her how much she meant to me, prove to her that this wasn't just about the sex. I just wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out.

"I love you," I said, sucking the skin just over her pulse point.

She breathed my name as I felt her nails bite into my shoulder and I groaned at the sensation that shot straight to my groin.

Slowly making my way down to the hollow of her throat, I put my mouth on every inch of her skin, unable to get enough of the taste. The honey sweetness was intoxicating and it struck me that I was completely and totally drunk from nothing but her.

She should bottle this stuff and sell it on the open market. She would make a killing. No, scratch that, ain't nobody tasting this little slice of heaven but me….ever.

I traced the curved edge of her bra over the beautiful swell of her breast with the tip of my finger as I made a trail of open mouthed kisses down the center of her chest.

Turning my head slightly, I kissed the side of one breast and then the other. Dipping my fingertips below the fabric of her bra, I pushed it out of the way and felt the softness of her flesh in contrast to the hardened tip.

Taking her breast in my hand, I circled the nipple with my thumb, watching the tiny pink bud tighten, and she arched into my touch.

Not able to wait another moment, I took her nipple between my lips, licking at the little pink pearl with my tongue before suckling her gently.

Her hands shot to my hair, burying those long fingers and holding me in place.

I palmed the opposite breast as I continued to suckle her, loving the way she moved under me, making tiny mewling noises as I pulled back and blew a warm breath over the damp skin.

"Ah…God, Seth," she moaned, her head thrown back, the dark falls of her hair spread out over the white pillow.

Sliding my hand around to her back, I made quick work of the clasp and slowly removed the delicate silk and lace from her body.

"I want to see you, baby," I said, smiling into her eyes as she moved her arms, allowing me to pull the bra away from her body.

I dipped my head and took her breast in my mouth once again. Sweeping a hand down her side over the curve of her hip, my fingers bit into the flesh of her thigh. I hitched her leg over my hip and shifted into her, gaining a sexy groan from her.

Bringing my hand up between our bodies, I found her core. My heartbeat soared as the tips of my fingers felt the wetness there.

"Oh, God, Angela….I want you so much," I ground out, nipping at the side of her breast and kissing the center of her chest.

"Will you let me taste you?" I asked, holding my breath, praying to all things holy she wouldn't say no, because I so needed to taste her.

I wanted to completely consume her in every way possible.

I pulled back to look at her as the silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Her eyes were wide and her breaths were coming in short little pants.

"It's okay, baby, if you don't want-," she cut me off before I could tell her that I wouldn't press her if it made her uncomfortable.

I mean, it was an immensely intimate thing I was asking to do, so if she wasn't on board for it, I wouldn't do it regardless of how much I wanted it.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Are you sure?" I asked and she nodded with a smile before she placed her hands on my cheeks, pulling me to her lips once more.

"Stop asking me if I'm sure about everything. I want you, all of you. It just shocked me that you asked….no one's ever done that before," her face tinged pink.

"Well, they were a fool and you were not treated properly then," I said, cupping her jaw in my palm and rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip.

"You can't be for real….you're too good to be true, do you know that?"

"No, I'm not….I'm just a man with a woman in his arms that deserves to be worshipped. I want to make you feel good, baby, but I won't do anything you don't want me to, ever," I said, kissing her long and gentle before making my way down the center of her body.

Kissing down her neck, to her chest and then over her abdomen, dipping my tongue in her navel. I smiled as she giggled.

I shifted back on my haunches, kneeling over her as I slowly removed her panties.

The sight that greeted me took my breath away.

"Oh, God….you're so perfect," I breathed.

Angela's hands came up to brush the hair away from my forehead as she looked me in the eye.

"Touch me, Seth…..please," she said, her voice low and husky as she continued to run her fingers through my hair.

How could I resist such a sweet request? Yeah, I couldn't.

I wrapped my hands around her hips as I bent to place a kiss just below her navel, then to the area where her leg met her hip, first one side then the other.

I moved to press my lips right over the top of her slit before dipping lower.

The moment my mouth was on her, as the taste of her hit my tongue, I only had one thought and it was that I had literally found heaven.

There were no words that would describe the ecstasy I felt as I licked her sex.

She moaned, arching her back and rolling her hips against my mouth. I lost myself in the ministrations and the joy I felt from giving her such pleasure.

I shifted, bringing my fingers to ghost around her opening, slowly circling before pushing forward with one finger then withdrawing and pushing forward again a little further as I continued to lick at her.

I scraped my teeth along the top of her sex as I added a second finger and it took only a moment before I felt her walls begin to tighten around my fingers.

"Oh, God, Seth," she cried as she fell off the cliff, fisting the sheet in both her hands.

I kissed along the inside of her thighs and just over her pubic bone as she slowly came back down.

"Seth," she panted. "Oh...Jesus, that was…."

I chuckled as I pushed my boxer-briefs from my body and crawled over her, once again settling myself between her legs.

I felt the slick heat of her core brush against my tip and I groaned at the sensation, dropping my head to her shoulder.

Angela wrapped her arms around my back and swiveled her hips, causing the friction to intensify and drawing another moan from my body.

"Take me, Seth," she whispered into my ear, causing my entire body to shiver at the electricity that shot down my spine. "I'm yours….I love you."

"I love you, too," I murmured against her shoulder as I pushed forward and entered her.

The sensations that shot through my body were like a live wire worming through my blood. My entire body was on fire, it was as if she was the cooling salve that soothed me and set me afire at the same time.

Our bodies moved together, joining and retreating. I had never felt so much at one time, and as I found the perfect rhythm, I knew this first time wasn't going to be long, feeling the coil rolling in my lower abdomen set to spring at a rapidly approaching moment.

The burning in the pit of my stomach increased as Angela's mouth found mine and her tongue entered to stroke mine as her hips met me move for move, taking and giving.

"Ah…God, Angela…you feel so good, baby," I moaned as the coil tightened and my rhythm increased.

Arching my back I moved my hand between us and found the right spot. I began working her in short, tight, circular movements and whispered to her, begging her to fall for me once again.

I felt her body tighten around me, her nails bite into my skin, and she threw her head back as her ecstasy washed over her.

It was as if her fall was the key to the lock for the spring in my belly, and when it released the orgasm shot through me like an electric shock.

I threw my head back and a guttural growl started in my chest and burst out of my throat as I emptied everything I had into her.

I collapsed on top of her, completely spent as she stroked my back and ran her fingers through my hair as I nuzzled into her neck.

I knew I was too heavy lying on top of her, but I couldn't move, couldn't get my body to listen to the commands my brain was sending out for it to move off her.

I started to roll off, but she tightened her arms and wrapped her calves around the back of my thighs before she whispered, "No, don't leave yet….just stay right where you are for a little longer….please."

"I'm not going anywhere, baby," I said, kissing her neck and settling back down, trying to hold some of my full weight on my forearms as she held onto me.

After a long moment, I finally rolled to my side, slipping from her warmth and tucking her into my side. I kissed her forehead and brushed the hair away from her face. God, she was so beautiful, she truly made my heart stop just looking at her in that moment.

"I'm so glad I found you," I said, my voice tight with the emotions running through me at that moment. "I love you."

"Stay….stay with me, Seth. I don't want you to leave…..ever."


There you have it...Seth and Angela and their HEA. Hope you enjoyed a little journey into their lives and how they fell in love.

Thank you to all of you once again who have loved MMB and I know many of you, like Jessica1971, love Seth.

Until next time...

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