[ WP ] Stockholm syndrome , but the other way around .

`` No more,'' he whispered, running his fingers over her long, gold hair. `` We ’ ve done enough for now.'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' Angel frowned. `` I'm not tired.'' She stuck out her lower lip and scooted further away from him on the rough couch. `` Why do I have go back in there?'' 
 
 `` Well,'' he smiled gently, `` you know how it is. There are rules. Nobody gets away with flouting the rules, Angel. Not even me.'' 
 
 Tears filled her eyes. `` B... But... But you said you'd help me!'' Her sweet mouth trembled and he felt his heart jerk as she turned away from him, hiding the single crystal drop as it slid down her nose. He knew it was the first of many. They had been through this dozens of times before. Hesitantly he reached for her hand, but she jerked away as if his touch were fire and immediately began to howl. 
 
 `` Angel,'' he pleaded, his voice cracking with grief. `` Please, Angel, let ’ s just make this one time painless, ok? Please? ” 
 
 Her weeping increased; a flood of anguished tears dripped from her hazel eyes. He gazed at her helplessly, amazed that in the midst of her tears, her face still looked flawless – perfectly clear skin; pink, pouty lips; tousled, honey-blond braids. He leaned forward intently, trying again to make her see reason. 
 
 “ Angel, honey, the Boss will be back any minute now. ANY MINUTE. Do you want me to get caught aiding and abetting you? Do YOU want to get caught? It wouldn ’ t be pretty. Come on, be reasonable. ” 
 
 “ No! No! No! No! ” Each scream was punctuated with as heavy a punch as her dainty fists could deliver, but he barely felt them. Still, time was running out. 
 
 “ Ok, ok, fine, ” he soothed, rubbing her forehead. “ Ok, just calm down. Just one more time. ” 
 
 “ Really? ” she queried, turning her pathetic face toward him. “ Really, truly? ” Her limpid gaze stabbed straight through his last defenses. He sighed. 
 
 “ Yes, I mean it. Really, truly. But this HAS to be the last time, Angel. Really, really truly. ” 
 
 “ Oh, thank you! ” she squealed, throwing her delicate arms around his neck. He inhaled the subtle aroma of lavender and chamomile flowers as she snuggled into his chest, leaning her head against his shoulder. Gently, he squeezed her closer and opened the book. 
 
 “ In the great green room, there was a telephone…. ” 
 
 [ My first response to a prompt; I hope its entertaining! ]
