Feelin' Love

Author: Jenn13

Archive: On Buffer-L and Chrystal's Page

Rating: NC-17

Content: Buffy/Angel sex-mind candy

Timeline and Spoilers: This is written after Bad Eggs, but before Surprise, and think of it as a place where sex with a vampire who is cursed will not make the whole entire world fall apart GOD DAMN IT!!!

Disclaimer: Buffy and Angel do not belong to me. Although I am beginning to wonder if I would be saner if they did, I mean, Seriously, Is Joss trying to kill me. I am beginning to wonder. Anyway, I am using them without permission, and I don't mean any harm. The lyrics of "Feelin' Love" are Paula Cole's and although I don't have permission from her either, I promise not to hurt them as well. No infringement is meant to anyone, in any way shape or form. I mean it, and besides, I am a starving student, you'd only get seven grouchy cats.

Their kisses were becoming more urgent, and harder to drag away from, and she was getting really tired of bringing herself to climax night after night. Tonight was going to be different.

"Mom, I am staying at Willow's" Buffy sang as she left. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok honey."

Buffy practically skipped her way to his apartment, she was going to tell him that she was ready, that she wanted him, that her body was in this strange constant state of aching without him.

<You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny

You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde

In a centerfold, the girl next door.>

She reached his front door, and looked at her watch. 6:30. Perfect, he would be getting up right about now. She imagined him answering the door with his shirt off, his smooth chest leading down to his stomach, leading down to... The juncture between her legs suddenly became wet.

<And I would open the door and I'd be all wet

With my tits soaking through this tiny little T-shirt

That I'm wearing and you would open the door

And tie me up to the bed.>

She knocked on the door, roughly, consumed by her need to touch and be touched. The door opened and there he stood, only the sight in front of her was better than she had ever hoped.

He stood in front of her in nothing but a towel, dripping wet.

"Buffy." The look on his face revealed his surprise at her being there.

"Hi" she took a small step toward him, and he didn't move. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." He backed up, and moved to shut and lock the door behind her. "Is everything ok?"

"Everything's fine, actually that's just it."

"Oh yeah?" Angel seemed confused, but as he stared at her, he began to understand.

She stood in front of him, her blonde hair pulled up with barely any make up on, her cheeks flushed, and she kept alternating between biting and licking her lips. He let his eyes wander down, and they saw her nipples pressed tight through the thin material of her white tank top.

She was beautiful, her desire gave her an unmistakable look, a glow almost.

"Angel, I'm tired of going home." Her words were soft, barely audible, but they hit him like the first time he had seen her, and the innocence of what she was saying making him dizzy.

She took a step closer to him, and then another, until he could feel her breath on his chest. She put her hands softly against his cheeks, and gently pulled his face down to hers. Their kiss started slow, but like the others in the past few weeks, it grew, faster, and more urgent as the passion between them became uncontrollable.

His hands came up to her shoulders and he pushed down the straps of her tank top; Delighting in the electric sensation of her skin under his fingertips. As he slid the straps down he traced their paths with his lips, breaking their kiss, and making it hard for her to breathe.

She ran her hands down his chest letting her finger nails graze his nipples lightly, and lowered herself slowly to her knees. Her hands followed down his torso until they met his towel. She gave the cloth a small tug, and it was gone, leaving his rock hard cock at the level of her lips. She smiled to her self as she looked up and saw his head leaned back, and his eyes closed.

She leaned her face in, and wrapped her mouth around his cock. His response was immediate. He moaned languidly, and inadvertently pushed closer to her. She swirled her tongue around, pulling back, and then sucked hard. The moan that escaped his throat sounded feral and she wondered if this was really happening. She released the pressure, and then just as quickly applied it again.

Angel felt his control shatter. The wave of lust that washed over him, made him lose his balance.

"Buffy." His voice was scratchy and deep. He pulled himself slowly out of her mouth, and fell to his knees. The look in his eyes consumed her in one second, and he began stripping her clothes from her body. He pulled the shirt off completely over her head and his eyes widened noticeably when her breasts bounced, from the constraint of the shirt. "No bra?"

"I knew that this had to happen." She didn't recognize her own voice.

After the sound of her voice, he made short work of the rest of her clothes and then they were laying on the soft Oriental rug that adorned his floor. His eyes moved up and down her body, from her hazel eyes, to her full pink lips, to the curves of her breasts, to the nest of dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. He ran his hands down her body and pushed he legs apart. He followed his hands with his mouth stopping to suck and lick and kiss her breasts, her nipples and her stomach.

He ran his tongue over her clit, causing her to spread her legs wider and buck into his mouth. He took his time suckling her clit as he began a rhythm with his finger, in and out of her opening. Her moans urging him on, faster and faster, until she screamed his name as she came.

He positioned himself over her, and stopped waiting to look into her eyes. She opened her eyes, and the look of love that he saw there was incredible. Her hands came to his hips, she pushed her pelvis up, and slammed him into her.

Her tight warmth tugged at him, and he fought to stay still, until she got used to his size, and then he began to move slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until the silence in the room was replaced with moans coming from her throat, and her panting.

As she came the second time, her muscles clenched him tighter and her climax brought him his. His grunt of release was followed with his soft voice.

"I'm glad that you didn't want to go home."

"Me too." He rolled off of her and pulled her close to him. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and then whispered,

"I love you."

"I felt that when you opened the door and you looked at me."

"mmmm"

"I love you too." She drifted to sleep after a few moments. He held her in his arms, and watched her chest rise and fall with her breaths for a long time before he fell asleep.

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