Bell, Book and Angel


Authors: Jill and Lynn

Email: gryffon@netscape.net and lvirag@netcom.ca

Rating: NC17 - take it to heart, we are NOT kidding!

Summary: Continuation of The Games We Play. They're nekkid and up to sumpthin', AGAIN! Another plotless wonder. The best kind. B/A PWP, a little blood play, and a surprise...

Content: Lots 'o sex! Angel and Buffy; no utterly stupid loophole to the curse, no baddies, just Angel and Buffy.

Disclaimer: Angel and Buffy are not mine. Joss is a god, spiteful, but a god nonetheless. No copyright infringement is intended. We'll put them back until we want to play with them some more. If we ever recover from this one! Don't do this at home, folks. It's our own little universe that has never heard of disease or pregnancy, so watch it!

Song Lyrics belong to Babyface and Bryce Wilson and Toni Braxton: You're Makin' Me High

I have it on good authority that the surround sound and technicolor should be turned on for this one.;-> Be warned!

We expect lots of feedback! We live for it! If we don't get it we'll hunt you down and torture you with more of the same! You have no idea what we went through! Up to and including an Instant Message session role playing Angel and Buffy, that if it ever were to come to light, would probably get us kicked off the Internet and our computers confiscated. Once again we are politely requesting that you let us know how many cold showers it took to get you through this one ;->

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When she tried to move out from underneath his arm, he tightened it around her, a low mumble of protest slowly making its way out of his throat. She smiled sleepily, happy to stay where she was for a few moments, but she had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. When she tried to move his arm again gently, the one eye not buried in the pillow shot open to glare at her for disturbing him.

"Grouch..." she snapped. No longer trying to be gentle, she pushed his arm away, rolling off the edge of the bed making a run for the bathroom, closing the door behind her, not hearing the low chuckle coming from the bed. It seemed neither of them were morning people.

He was kind of curious about how this was going to go, her being here all day with him. *Should be an interesting experience. Beats the hell out of sleeping all day.*

When he heard the water in the shower turn on, he rolled out of bed, deciding to feed before she came back out so she wouldn't have to see him. Quickly finished, he rinsed out his mouth with tap water, and returned to the bed, pulling the sheet up to his waist, fully intending to milk the situation for all it was worth. He certainly hadn't expected her to turn the tables on him last night. Now he wondered if the sexually aggressive Buffy was still there, getting hard as he though about it. His reverie was interrupted by the bathroom door opening, Buffy entered the room in nothing but a towel and the water drops she hadn't gotten too yet. She had another towel on her head covering her face and was rubbing it vigorously between her hands, drying her hair. He watched her move across the room, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, where she finished with her hair. Head propped up on his arm, he avidly watched her run the second towel down her legs and arms. When she stood, she ran her fingers through her tousled hair, brushing it away from her face. With her back to him, she bent at the waist to pick up her bag sitting at the side of the bed, the towel riding up and giving him an unobstructed view.

He heard himself groan at the sight, and she swung around quickly to look at him. She quirked that eyebrow at him again, and he grinned wickedly at her. "I thought vampires slept during the day?"

"It's usually just to pass the time, relieve the boredom," he answered. "But this day should turn out to be pretty interesting." He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to come to him. "Get back in bed, lover. I'm not about to waste this opportunity."

Her eyes never leaving his, she reached up to undo the knotted towel between her breasts, letting it slide to the floor as she moved towards him. He stared at her for a long moment, *gods what did I do to deserve her - tell me so I can do it all over again*, her skin all pink and golden from her hot shower. He sat up quickly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and she stepped smoothly between them. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her closer to his body, hugging her to him and breathing in the scent of her body. Her hands rose to cradle his head against her. Looking up into her eyes he said, "I love you." Simple, direct, and easily the most complicated thing he had ever said.

Leaning down, she kissed him gently, smoothing her hands over his handsome face. She knew how hard that was for him to say to her, even now. "Always," she whispered against his mouth.

In a split second, the kiss changed from gentle to passionate at her instigation. She slipped the tip of her tongue into his mouth, teasing him to play the game with her, and as it retreated his followed, demanding entry to her mouth. Letting him in, she felt rather than heard the soft growl emanating from his chest. She laughed softly against his mouth. and when he looked up at her with the question in his eyes, she immediately answered, "Keep growling at me and I'm going to end up a puddle on the floor..." quickly adding a wicked "do it again."

He laughed, grabbing her around the waist and swinging her onto the bed. She landed on her knees with her back facing the wall and Angel kneeling in front of her. Placing his fists on the bed, he leaned forward to kiss her, meeting her halfway. The ardor of the kiss increased exponentially and soon she was straddling his lap, with neither one too sure how she got there. When she pulled away from him, he growled at her again, and she felt herself grow wet at the sound. Snaking an arm around her hips, he leaned forward, upsetting her center of balance and she fell backwards. She found herself supported by his arms and he gently lowered her to the bed. His cold hands stroked her skin sending delicious shivers through her and she wriggled under his hands. She seemed content to let him take over this time.

Sitting back on his heels, he ran his hands down her legs, unfolding them so she could get comfortable. When she tried to wrap them around his waist, he stopped her, instead laying her thighs over his own. "This time we go slow..." he told her. "Slow and easy...close your eyes, baby..." She nodded mutely, relaxing by degrees into his hands and voice. "That's it, sweetheart, just relax..." Starting at her shoulders, he ran his hands slowly down to her hips and thighs, and then traveled back the way they came. Bending over her he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on it before releasing it and treating its twin to the same treatment. Her hands came up to rest on his head. "Do that some more...please..." and he did as she asked, until she was purring in contentment.

He began to move down her body, placing small kisses on her belly, working his way back down. Suddenly he moved backwards, laying between her legs, and hooking them over his shoulders. He looked up to find her eyes still closed, waiting patiently for whatever he wanted to do. He used his hands to tip her hips up causing her thighs to part farther, seemingly of their own volition. He could smell her soap laced with the smell of her arousal and he felt himself harden against the sheets. Splaying his hands downwards over her hips, he used his strong fingers to open her folds, exposing the moist flesh to his gaze. He forced lungs that didn't need to work to breathe and blew cool air gently on her skin, causing her to arch slightly, silently begging him to give her what she wanted. He lowered his open mouth to her slowly, using his tongue to open her fully. Slowly he pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, searching out her sweetness, drawing it out to his lips, teasing her flesh into giving him more and more of what he wanted.

She was almost silent, only making a low humming in her throat, barely moving her hips. Her hands threaded through his hair, rubbing and stroking what she could reach. With one final foray of his tongue into her depths, he withdrew, savoring the taste of her on his lips. Flattening his tongue against her, he began a leisurely exploration of her secrets. Suddenly he was assaulted by erotic images and sounds from the previous evening, hearing her husky voice in his head echoing her demand "Don't tease it...suck it...and watch the teeth..." and decided today was a good day to tease.

With just the tip of his tongue, he flicked at the tiny nub until she was whispering incoherently, wriggling her hips as much as she could against his hands. Slowly he raised his head to look up her body. "Buffy..."he called softly. "Look at me..." She raised her head from the pillow, whimpering in protest of the sudden cessation of her pleasure, until he growled out "...how many stars do you see, baby?"

Quaking violently under his hands, she pressed her heels against his back and sharply raised her hips, seeking out his tongue. He chuckled *note to self, was it the question or the voice*, and once again lowered his head to her, resuming his quest, savoring the hushed sounds of her satisfaction. Slowly he slid one finger into her heat, feeling her muscles clench around him rhythmically. Continuing to stroke her clit with his tongue, he moved his finger in and out of her core unhurriedly. Listening to her moans and sighs, he sipped her bud into his mouth, and sucked softly, nudging her gently over the edge. She came with a whimper, instinctively pushing up towards his mouth, silently urging him to continue. He let her ride out her orgasm slowly, feeling her small shudders and her thighs tightening around his head.

When she was finally still and relaxed, he raised his eyes to her flushed face. She smiled down at him, and said on a sigh, "That was fantastic..." He raised his head and grinned at her, "You're welcome..." He withdrew his finger from her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he placed it in his mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmmm...sweet...", his voice causing her stomach to flutter in desire once again. She drew him up to her to capture his lips in an exquisite kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

Rolling to his back, he gathered her to him, draping her over his chest, waiting for her to come back to earth. Soon her small fingers began to glide over his cool flesh, tantalizing him, encouraging him to finish what he'd started. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, whispering seductively, "Is it time to return the gesture?"

His slight nod was all the encouragement she needed, sliding down his body, urging him to spread his thighs, kneeling between them. His cock was hard, laying on his belly, thrusting up towards his navel. Just to tease him, she slipped her tongue into the little circle before moving lower. Taking the hard shaft into her hand, she stroked up and down, imitating his slow movements earlier. He arched into her hands gently, silently prompting her to continue. She took his balls into her palm, rolling them slowly back and forth. Lifting the solid column of cool flesh, she touched her lips to him, rubbing them against the sensitive head, before opening her mouth and slowly engulfing the tip in liquid heat.

He watched as her lips circled his cock, moving lower and lower along the shaft. He felt her tongue rub against the underside of the shaft as she raised her head, sucking lightly before she released him. She slowly enclosed the shaft in her hand, stroking from the base to the tip, sliding a finger over the head before swirling her tongue and taking him back into her mouth. She repeated the action over and over, slowly driving him out of his mind. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she slipped him into her mouth and sucked hard on the head. She raised her eyes to his face, using her hands to coax him into thrusting into her mouth. He groaned and complied, pushing his cock farther into her mouth. His hands came up to hold her head in place as his body lunged upwards, burying as much of himself as he could into her fiery mouth. On one drive he pushed too far and she placed her hands on his hips to push him back a little. He was immediately contrite, stroking her hair, trying to draw her off of him. She shook her head, silently telling him that it was ok, but not letting him go. He settled back into the bed, letting her continue to pleasure him. Her head moved leisurely up and down, occasionally releasing him to the cool air to use her flattened tongue to rub the underside of the head, before returning him to her mouth. His hands gripped her head, telling her without words that he was close. She raised up until just the head was encased in her lips, and sucked greedily on him, controlling his actions. His head fell back to the pillows as his hips thrust upwards and he groaned loudly, his hands falling away from her head to grip the sheets tightly. He came in her mouth, spurting explosively onto her tongue and down her throat.

As his body jerked uncontrollably beneath her hands, she continued to suck gently on him, slowing down her movements until she just held the head within her mouth, resting it on her tongue. When he recovered enough to look down at her, she lowered her head and released him, moving slowly up his body. She sprawled on his chest, smiling up at him under her lashes. His arms came around her to hold her close as her eyes closed in contentment, not needing to speak. He let his head fall back to the pillow and sleep overtake him once more.

When Buffy woke, she was laying on top of a sleeping Angel. She took this moment to look at him while he was unguarded, vulnerable. She was surprised he wanted her to stay the day with him, but she certainly wasn't about to protest the situation.

She wasn't used to sleeping during the day. Just laying here in the quiet room, even though she was with him, was starting to drive her bananas. Suddenly he shifted and she slipped off to the side and out from underneath his arm. She knew she'd just disturb him if she stayed in bed, so she slowly scooted backwards to the end of the bed, maneuvering herself into a position where she could leave it. Walking quietly around to the side, she bent down and rummaged through her bag, finding her shirt and socks, but realized she had no shorts. Mentally whapping her forehead, *Cute, doofus ...prepared for <everything> else but...* she wondered what she was going to do. All she had was the dress for later. Looking around, she spotted his dresser in the corner. Surely he wouldn't mind. Quickly walking over to it, she opened the top drawer. *Bingo...jackpot, we have a winner!* The first pair she grabbed wouldn't do - had an elastic waist. If she put them on they'd fall to the floor in two seconds flat. Putting them back her hand brushed against a slick fabric. Moving a few more pairs out of the way, she found herself holding exactly what she was looking for. *Hmmm...wonder if he'd model them for me later* Green paisley silk boxer shorts with a drawstring waist. Mentally seeing herself grinning like an idiot, she slipped them on and wondered what he would say when he saw them. She pulled her tank top over her head and tugged her socks over her feet.

Her stomach rumbled loudly reminding her in its own way that she was human and needed food. Last night she had brought a couple of sodas and some fruit with her. She figured that she would eat at the little party everybody had planned for later. She grabbed one of the apples off the counter, munching happily until nothing was left but stem and seeds. *Damn, really was hungry* she laughed at herself.

She looked over at him laying on his side. He was starting to fidget. She walked back over to the side of the bed. Looking through her bag she found her walkman and her book. The Book. THE BOOK. Up until the time Cordelia handed it to her, she had no idea this kind of stuff was published. It had fired her fantasies for a week. *Talk about expanding horizons* Putting the headphones on she climbed backwards onto the bed, placing her head near the foot of the bed, close enough to Angel so he could go back to sleeping peacefully. She turned the walkman on and adjusted the volume, opened the book to the marker, and settled herself for a nice reading session.

She quickly lost herself in the book...she had found out early on that it didn't take much...and with the music resounding in her head she was quite content to stay there. Her toes started wiggling and tapping out the beat of the song, and soon her entire body was moving slightly, doing a bump and grind. The movement awakened Angel. He rolled over, propping his head on his arm, intending to pull her back to him, but when he opened his eyes all he saw were her feet. He looked toward the end of the bed and took in the sight of her wearing a little tank top and a pair of silky shorts *those are mine - she's wearing my underwear?* and socks. She was oblivious to his perusal, annoying him slightly, until he looked into her face. She couldn't see him, the book she held in her hands obstructing her view, but he could see her clearly. Her skin was flushed, her breathing increasing incrementally as she turned the pages. *Must be one of those romance novels she reads.* What she did next shocked him speechless.

A slight movement caught his attention. He watched her ardently as her small hand rubbed slowly down the exposed skin of her stomach and slid underneath the waistband of the boxers she was wearing. He could clearly see the outline of her fingers against the thin material, watching as she slid a single digit between her legs. Her thighs relaxed and parted a little, unknowingly giving him an even better view. Looking back up towards her face, he saw that she had lain the book to the side, closed her eyes and was even now moving her hips to the beat of the music he could hear pouring out of the headphones. His eager eyes returned to her hand slowly stroking herself in a rhythm matching the song. In a flash he remembered hearing this song playing in the background when he called her earlier in the week when she couldn't get away. He made a mental note to ask her just what <exactly> she had been doing as they spoke. But seeing this, he was pretty sure he knew.

Suddenly, she stopped her actions. Angel quickly laid his head on the pillow feigning sleep until he heard her breathe out "Down girl....wait until he wakes up...." He felt her roll onto her stomach before he opened his eyes again. She had gone back to reading her book, her feet in the air crossed at the ankles, but her hips still moved to the music, and now she had begun to sing along quietly. He had never paid attention to the lyrics before when she listened to this song. He assumed she liked the beat, had seen her dancing to it by herself in her bedroom, but he had never really listened to it. As she whispered out the words, her hips swayed and pressed into the mattress.

... I can imagine you, Touching my private parts
With just the thought of you, I can't help but touch myself
...That's why I want you so bad, Just one night of
Moonlight, with you there beside me
...All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
...Can't get my mind off you, I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you, Makes me want to get undressed
...You know I want you so bad, Baby, baby, baby, baby
...Oooh I get so high, When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky, You make my temperature rise, ooh boy
You're makin me high, Baby, baby, baby, baby

All of his attention was immediately focused on her gently rounded bottom encased in the thin silk. He was greatly enjoying her impromptu bump and grind. He grinned to himself *this is going to be fun* and slowly moved himself into position, trying not to give himself away. She was too absorbed in her book to feel him moving towards her. And by the time she did, it was too late. He pounced as soon as her legs came down to the bed, pressing her into the mattress. She dropped the book in surprise as he took the headphones off. "I see you've been rummaging through my drawers. I like them better on you."

"I seem to have forgotten to put my shorts in my bag yesterday. Color me goofy. I was distracted," she said, laughing, trying to push him off of her so she could turn over. He wouldn't move. He pressed his hips against her bottom, letting her feel his hardness. She laughed, "Are you always like this when you wake up?"

"No," he told her, kissing the back of her neck. "Only when I wake up and see what I saw today. Didn't know you liked to dance with a mattress. Pretty arresting sight."

"Come on, let me up. You're heavy," she laughed.

"No way. I'll get up, but you gotta stay there."

"Fine, but do it soon. I'm running out of air..."

He immediately sat up, straddling her legs to keep her in place. He pushed up the tank top so he could get to the skin underneath. He rubbed her back for a few minutes, listening to her purr and moan. She raised herself up on her arms long enough for him to pull the shirt up in front. Then he pushed her back down as she drew it over her head and dropped it on the floor. When she put her head on her arms, he realized she wasn't about to move.

He moved backwards along her legs, slowly sliding his hands to her hips and down her thighs. Working his way back up, he slipped his hands underneath the silk to squeeze the object of his desire. She wriggled under his touch, arching her hips backwards, pressing into his palms. *She wouldn't be doing that if she had <any idea> what I was thinking* he chuckled.

Easing his hand underneath her, he pulled at the loose knot until it come undone. Reaching for the waistband, he pulled them down to the middle of her thighs, effectively pinning her in place. He just stared at her, then he laughed again, "Much better than my usual view."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Are you saying that you like to watch my butt?"

He grinned and nodded vigorously, and she laughed. To tease him, she twisted her hips a little. "Degenerate."

Leaning down he placed a kiss in the small of her back, before continuing down, bestowing small kisses over her smooth flesh. He moved further back, pulling the boxers off of her legs and dropping them on the bed. She wiggled her toes at him and he pulled the socks off quickly, biting a toe.

Running his cool hands up the inside of her legs, he spread her thighs apart and moved between them. With no preamble he entered her tight warmth, pressing himself against her ass. She bucked back at him, pushing him in deeper. Giving up any semblance of control, he grabbed her hips and began to pump into her. She writhed under him in delight. He knew that this session wasn't going to last too long and he didn't want to leave her frustrated. Once again he eased his hand underneath her, using his fingers to stroke her clit. She ground her hips downward into his hand repeatedly, moaning into the blanket as she came hard, clenching around him. With a final thrust, he emptied himself into her, groaning against her shoulder.

After a few moments he got himself together and sat back on his heels, looking down at her. Debating with himself on whether he should or not..*.he wanted to...but he didn't want to scare her...<Scare Buffy? I made with the funny>...it's too soon...no it's not, remember last night?...oh, yeah...oh, hell, she'll tell me to stop or she'll just stake me...*

He slid the tip of his finger between her buttocks, gently pressing against the puckered opening. She tensed up at first, but seemed to relax into the touch a second later. Getting bolder, he dipped his finger into her wetness and then pushed the tip in to the knuckle. She gasped a little and squirmed as his finger moved in her bottom. "Does that feel good, baby," he whispered. She could only nod her head into the blanket where she hid her face.

Taking a deep breath she said, "Angel, let me up...I gotta go to the bathroom." He obeyed instantly, slipping his finger out of her and moving from between her legs as she rolled over the edge of the bed and ran into the bathroom, closing the door. Shaking his head he wondered what the hell he was doing...and his eyes fell on the book she had dropped earlier. Curious about what had caused her reaction, he picked it up and started flipping idly through the pages. Something on one of the pages caught his eye and he read the paragraph:

<"alas for her artfulness, all being at pillage, she had no sooner been dismounted than other hot and eager eyes were upon her wantonly uncovered form. Having performed such deed as he had done, he could do no more than watch as she was turned over upon her knees and a fine, upstanding cock presented to her nether cheeks...and it was now to a squealing Kitty that all eyes turned as the rosebud of her bottom was slowly breached.">

...eyes widening as he finished. He wondered where she got it. The door opened and she came back into the room, coming to a dead stop as she saw what he was doing. He looked up at her through his lashes with his patented wicked grin and a chuckled "naughty, naughty."

She blushed to the roots of her hair, mortified that he was reading her book. *Oh god, how far did he get?!* He chuckled at her. She was as red as a beet. When he saw the look on her face, he crooked his finger at her. She obeyed the summons only because she wasn't thinking. "Where in the world did you get this?"

Fumbling for an answer, she stammered out, "It's not mine. I think it's Cordelia's...it must have gotten put into my bag by mistake...I got bored..."

"Yeah...bored...right..." he snickered. "You know sweetheart, if you're gonna lie about it, you really need to come up with a better one..." and suddenly he found himself on the receiving end of a pillow wielded by a strong hand. When she went to hit him again, his arm came up, twisting it out of her grasp. He growled at her and lunged forward, but she was too quick, dodging out of his reach. She tried to make a grab for the book, but he rolled out of the way and was on his feet before she knew it. He made his own move grabbing for her but she zipped by him too quickly. The chase was on!

She wasn't about to leave the apartment...she was stark naked...the only other option was to lock her mortified self in the bathroom and wait until she died from embarrassment. He saw the wheels turning, quickly placing himself in between her and the bathroom. He laughed at her, she couldn't get away, and she couldn't leave. So he taunted her some more. As he stood there, he opened the book and began reading aloud in a deep voice:

"<...Having perchace already experienced such a wicked variation during the heated proceedings of the night, she dutifully obeyed and presented her warm litle rump to his pleasure. Taking her hips in a masterful grip, he slewed his glistening penis within once more while bending over his pretty prey to cup her ardent tits..>."

When she came close enough again, she made a wild grab for the thing, but he held it out of her reach. He grinned down at her. She narrowed her eyes at him, her hand shooting out to pinch him on the leg, hard. He looked at her incredulously before he made a grab for her. He heard a squeak before his hand closed on air. All of a sudden the game had turned playful. Evidently the humor and the irony of the situation had reached her. She had spent the better part of last night and today, naked, with him, and she was worried about a book?

He looked up and saw her on the other side of the couch, staring at him with a sensual challenge in her eyes. "Come on, lover. No where to hide in here."

"Who said I'm gonna hide? I'm game for another round if you are," she shot back as he stalked her around the room. She tried to keep furniture between them, but before she knew it, she was backed against a figurative wall. The only thing behind her was the bed. Anyway she would try to get around him he had blocked. As she tried to think, he grabbed her and threw her to the bed. Still horribly embarrassed, she turned away from him, presenting him with her back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "I thought you liked it..."

"I'm not embarrassed about that,"she told him. "It's that stupid book. I'm sorry I hit you with the pillow..." she mumbled. She turned over onto her stomach turning her head to face him. "Cordy gave me the damn thing earlier this week as a joke. For when you weren't available..." she chuckled. "When I came back in here and found you with it, I was mortified."

"I was just teasing you. I didn't mean anything by it. You were just so cute..."

"Keep it up..." she warned him, patting the pillow. "I have plenty of ammo."

He laughed and sat up, moving her to the middle of the bed and straddling her legs. He gently stroked her back, easing away the last of the previous anxiety. She hugged the pillow to her and let him continue to work his magic. He watched her intently, noticing that she seemed to be trying to work up the courage to say something.

"Angel?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"Have you ever...done it...that way?"

"What way?"

"Where you were touching me earlier."

"Yes."

She was silent for a few seconds, before he heard her ask, "Did you like it?"

Again, he answered simply, "Yes."

She was quiet for a few minutes, again working up the courage to ask him something. She started to speak, then stopped. He waited for her to continue without pushing her.

This time she finally got it out, "Would you touch me like you were before?"

"If you want me too, sweetheart."

"I want..."

He reached over and grabbed the pillow she had whacked him upside the head with and folded it in half. Moving off of her legs, he quietly said, "Lift your hips, sweetheart."

Doing so, he slid the pillow underneath her and let her settle back down and maneuver to get comfortable. Moving back to her, he spread her legs and settled himself between them. "Damn," he muttered to himself. "Baby, if we're going to do this we're gonna need something..."

Making a small noise into the pillow, she struggled to speak. Finally a strangled, "...my bag..." emerged from her throat. His eyebrow shot up *Oh really?* "...knew we'd do this..."

Looking over the edge of the bed, he spied the bag on the floor. Grabbing it, he quickly rummaged through it, finding the small jar. Dropping her bag back to the floor he whispered, "Last chance to change your mind. If I start this I don't think I'll be able to stop," giving her fair warning.

She shivered at his warning. "I won't stop you..."

She felt his hand rub her back gently, quickly followed by his mouth trailing down her spine. "I want you to tell me if I do something you don't like. Stop me if it hurts. Alright, baby?"

She nodded into the pillow. She felt his hands move from her back to her buttocks, rubbing softly, easing tense muscles and continuing on to the backs of her thighs. She was already aroused and wet, impatient for him to get on with it. She wriggled her hips, silently telling him to do it.

He chuckled deep in his chest at her eagerness. "I gotta take this slow or it will hurt, baby." He heard a "...don't care..." muffled in the pillow from her. "Well, I do...relax sweetheart."

She pushed back towards him, trying to urge him on. "You're not going to make me go faster...do what I tell you, baby...relax...it's too soon."

She squirmed again against the pillow. Trying to slow her down, he stroked her thighs and hips, and then slid his hand underneath her to fondle her aroused flesh.She whimpered into the pillow. "I want you to come for me, baby..."

"With you..."

"I can wait..."

She heard him open the jar with his free hand. "Angel...?"

"Shhh, baby....you'll like this..."

She squeaked as she felt his finger invade her bottomhole. Her breath caught in her throat as she clamped down hard on the penetrating digit. She heard him groan behind her. Involuntarily she started to rock against his hand. "That's it, baby, come for me..." Using his other hand, he rubbed her clit. She thrust back against his hand, pushing his finger deeper and came with a smothered cry as she bit into the pillow. After a few seconds, Angel heard her ask, "More...?"

He withdrew his finger slowly, soon returning, this time using two fingers to penetrate her tight opening. "Ooooooh...." she pushed back against him again, squirming, "...please..."

He twisted his fingers, opening her a little more. She bit the pillow letting out a little squeak. "Easy, baby...does that feel good?" She nodded into the pillow again. "Tell me..." he asked her.

"Tight..." she moaned.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little...feels good though..."

He chuckled again before he answered, "It's supposed to ..."

"I want..."

"What do you want...?"

"Want to feel you..."

"Are you ready?"

"Yesss....want to feel you inside..."

His fingers slowly withdrew and she whimpered. He rubbed her thighs with one hand. "It's ok, baby...I need more lube." With that he slid his slick fingers back inside. She clenched hard on them. "Easy, baby..."

"Now....please...?"

"Alright, sweetheart...now..."

He took her thighs in his hands and draped them over his own as he kneeled behind her, and gently pulled her back towards him. "Stop me if it hurts, " he warned her again. Her response was a muffled "...now...please....now..."

He pushed a little at her tight entrance. She gasped and flinched away. He rubbed her back gently, "It's ok, baby, just relax...let me in..."

He tried again, pushing gently. He heard her gasp again and then a small moan. "Feels good..."

He chuckled again. "It's not in yet, baby," and pushed a little more. She pushed her hips back at him, both of them groaning when the head popped in. She wriggled her hips and squeaked into the pillow. He continued to move forward slowly, pushing further into her. He heard her gasp and then moan, before she pushed back at him. "Feels sooo good..."

"God, you're tight..."

"Does it feel good...?"

He growled out a sibilant "Yessss..." causing her to clench hard around him. He groaned louder, admonishing her, "Don't do that, baby..."

She giggled. "Then don't growl at me..." and wriggled her hips again. He growled again and pushed forward. He looked down at himself entering her. "Halfway in, baby..." and she answered with a muffled "...want all of you..."

With a steady push of his hips, he watched himself disappear into her, groaning loudly. Holding her hips, he rubbed up against her, listening to her mumbled. "...oh, god..."

She squeaked again, biting the pillow. In a little voice she asked, "...are you all the way in yet?" He answered with another hissed "Yessss..."

She squirmed against him slowly. "Wait...wait...don't move, baby..."

"You feel so good..."

He slowly started to withdraw when he heard her whimpered, "...No ...Don't go..."

He pulled himself part of the way out of her and then slowly eased back in, groaning loudly. He heard her, "ooooh..." and felt her wriggle against him again.

"Stop that..."

"Can't..."

"Slow..."

"I can do slow..." she giggled. He laughed in reaction.

Slowly she squeezed her muscles around him. "I told you to stop that," he growled. She giggled again, looking over her shoulder at him. And then she did it again. He growled down at her and started to withdraw. "Ok, I'll be good..."

He pushed back into her, thrusting a little harder. "You are sooo good..."

"Do you like it...?"

"Don't you know...?"

"Tell me..."

"Show you instead..." and he gave her a small hard thrust.

"Oooooh...more..."

He thrust hard against her this time. She groaned into the pillow, biting down hard as she felt him begin to thrust into her . Pushing back hard against him, she hissed at him "...all of it...not just a little..." and looked back at him as she pushed again.

His face turned towards the ceiling as he sank into her. When he looked back down at her, he was in game face. She clenched on him again, and he began to move harder and harder within her, met by her hips as she pushed back just as hard. Placing his hand on her back, he pushed her back down to the pillows as he slid almost completely out of her, and then all the way back in. She moaned into the pillow and began to spasm around him. "Come in me....please..."

He reached around her hips to touch her clit. "I want you to come for me, baby...I want you to come hard."

"Come in me..." she told him again.

"Squeeze me..." he growled.

He rubbed her clit harder as she began to rhythmically clench around his hard shaft, thrusting back at him with every stroke of his finger. "That's it, baby...come for me..."

"Together..."

"Yeah, baby...together...hard..." he growled, leaning over her back, pushing her hair away from her neck. She shivered in anticipation, she knew what he was going to do.

Pushing back against him again, she screamed, "NOW...ANGEL...NOW..." as she turned her head to make her neck accessible. He bit down into the vein as he pushed all the way into her in a hard thrust, coming deep inside of her as her blood filled his mouth. She wriggled against him again. He fingered her clit as he pulled out and slammed back into her a final time as she clenched hard around him and exploded in her orgasm.

Exhausted, he collapsed against her back as she came back to earth. After a few minutes he completely withdrew from her, earning him another whimper of protest. He gathered her in his arms and held her as they fell asleep once more.

 

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"Angel........Angel...........Angel..........oh hell.......ANGEL!"

"What?!"

"We're gonna be late. Shake a leg..."

"Huh?"

"The party? If we're late, you know that they're gonna come looking for us..."

He looked at the clock. Damn, he hadn't slept past sundown in 20 years. He rolled over slowly, watching her as she moved around the room. "Hey..."

"What...?"

"Are you ok...?"

She walked over to him, and leaning down kissed him. "I'm fine."

He threw the sheet back, rolled out of bed, stretching as he went to get his clothes. She watched him, grinning at his retreating backside. She was in the mood to tease. When he came back from the bathroom, his hair damp, she walked towards him as if she were going next. As she passed him she reached out and caressed him through his boxers and then continued on her way. He turned to look at her incredulously. *After all that...damn, she's <trying> to kill me* and he grinned widely. *What a way to go*.

When she came out of the bathroom, he was trying to decide what to wear. She sidled up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist. "That one..." she said, picking out her favorite shirt. Before he even reached for it, he felt her hand move down. She slid it into his boxers and gave him an affectionate squeeze. "Keep doing that and we WILL be late," he scolded. "I know," she shot back, grinning at him, before she left him.

She bent down and picked up her bag, pulling out a pair of underwear and her dress. She slipped the panties over her feet and drew them up, knowing that he was watching her. She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning, and gave him a little wiggle of the hips. She heard him groan softly behind her. She quickly moved away, moving towards the couch, ostensibly in search of her shoes. He was stalking her. She could feel his eyes on her. He came up behind her as she bent to get one of her shoes out from underneath the couch. She quickly moved away from him again, bending down to look for the other shoe. This time when she straightened up, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him. Giggling, she rubbed against him. "You need to get dressed."

She pulled away from him once more and walked around to the side of the couch. Bending over, she looked back at him. "Come and get it, lover."

He was behind her in a flash, pulling her panties down her legs to circle her ankles. He dropped to his knees behind her, pushing her forward slightly. Soon his tongue was flicking her clit, making her bounce and moan.

 

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The doorbell rang....The DoorBell Rang....THE DOORBELL RANG!!!!!!

"HEY! YOU TWO STILL ALIVE IN THERE? BUFFY? ANGEL?" Xander pounded on the door. "HEY! OPEN UP! IT'S PARTY TIME!"

"Oh god," she moaned.

"HEY DEAD BOY! IT'S AFTER SUNDOWN! TIME TO COME OUT AND PLAY!"

"His living past seventeen is not looking good..." she ground out between her teeth. "Mmmmmmm....suck my clit...."

"GILES! THEY AREN'T ANSWERING! OH GOD! HE KILLED HER!" Xander screeched, pounding on the door even harder than before. It rattled on its hinges.

"That's it! I'm gonna kill him!" Angel growled. He pulled away from her and she moaned in protest. He stalked over to the door and wrenched it open just as the teenager was about to start another volley of blows. Angel vamped out and stuck his face in Xander's path. Xander screamed in terror before he could stop himself. "Your young life is about to be over," he growled.

It all happened so fast, Buffy didn't have time to recover before Angel wrenched open the door. With a shriek she ran into the bathroom, slamming it behind her. But her underwear was still on the floor by the side of the couch...

Regaining his courage, Xander pushed past Angel, yelling, "BUFFY? BUFFY WHERE ARE YOU?"

A muffled yell came from the bathroom, "In here, planning your murder! Let me tell you it WON"T be pleasant! I'm gonna...." and she let loose with a stream of tortures so horrendous that even Angel cringed in sympathy. Until he saw her panties on the floor - then he wanted in on the action.

For the first time, Angel noticed Giles, Oz, Willow and Cordelia looking in the doorway. He noticed that Giles was a little pale listening to Buffy scream at Xander., Oz looked impressed at the threats, and Willow and Cordelia were trying not to laugh, and failing miserably.

".....THEN I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR BALLS OFF AND SHOVE'EM DOWN YOUR THROAT....THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL I ALLOW YOU TO DIE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!!!!"

Xander looked over at Angel, who was still glowering at him. Realizing that no help was coming from that quarter he turned to Giles, who was studiously polishing his glasses. Oz shrugged his shoulders as if to say "Don't look at me - I wasn't the idiot". Knowing he would get no sympathy from Cordelia, he turned to Willow. Willow, his best bud, was laughing so hard she was bent double, leaning on Cordelia, who was in much the same condition.

Xander looked around the room a final time, before saying in a small voice. "OW?"

Angel lost it. He couldn't stop himself from laughing at the kid. He stood in the middle of his living room in nothing more than his underwear and laughed like a hyena.

At the noise, Buffy opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out. "Angel, honey, can you bring me my clothes? Please?" He bent down and retrieved her panties from the floor, with some sense of satisfaction at seeing Xander turn bright red in embarrassment, then walked over to the bed and picked up her dress, and brought them both to the bathroom. Turning back to the small group, he shook his head slowly, and just gave up. He walked over to the closet, pulled out his shirt and pants, walked back to the bathroom and knocked on the door. She opened it slowly, glaring around it at Xander, and taking a threatening step towards him. Xander grabbed Willow and pulled her in front of him to shield him from the wrath of Buffy, causing Cordelia to smack him on the back of the head - hard. From somewhere behind Willow she heard a small voice say "I'm sorry."

"Guess he interrupted at an VERY inopportune moment?" Cordelia asked with a smirk.

"You have NO idea..." Buffy answered her.

Angel came out of the bathroom fully dressed except for shoes. Looking around he spotted his boots on the floor at the end of the bed. Picking them up, he twisted around and grinned at Buffy. She was turned away from the group. Just to torture him, she licked her lips slowly, and turned back around when he groaned. She KNEW she was gonna pay for that one.

When she turned around, she heard Cordelia's voice again. "Nice hickey."

For the second time that day, Buffy blushed to the roots of her hair. Giles started to stutter, Xander looked horrified, Oz took it in stride, and Willow and Cordelia were grinning from ear to ear.

Finally managing to speak, Buffy croaked out,"Go on, we'll be there in a while."

They shuffled out one by one. Angel stood and called out, "Hey, Cordelia."

Buffy KNEW what was coming. "Thanks for the book." He smirked at her. She glared at him. Cordelia laughed as she and Willow walked out. As the door closed, Buffy could have sworn she heard Cordelia say: "Willow, you owe me twenty bucks. I <told> you they wouldn't be on time."

 

THE END (thank god! - We're exhausted!)


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