Authors: Jill and Lynn
Email: gryffon@netscape.net and lvirag@netcom.ca
Rating: NC-17 (like it would be anything else!)
Spoilers: None; Angel has his soul, no loophole to the curse, not even any bad guys
Summary: B/A PWP, set immediately after Bell, Book, and Angel. Buffy is a little frustrated...to say the least!
Disclaimer: Joss is god. No copyright infringement is intended. So don't sue.
Don't do this at home folks. Ok you can do it...just be careful...:-) We want feedback! We mean it! Or maybe we'll hold the rest of it hostage. Still have one day in the weekend left, just remember that!;->
Finally managing to speak around her embarrassment, Buffy croaked out, "Go on ahead. We'll be there in a while." She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. Silently she made a note to exact revenge on "Tact Girl." She heard them shuffle out one by one.
Angel rose to his feet, and called out, "Hey, Cordelia..."
She KNEW what was coming. She could tell by that smirk. "Thanks for the book. Very enlightening, I must say." Buffy turned and glared at him, and deciding that a little payback would be in order later. Behind her, she heard Cordy laugh as she and Willow walked out the door, closing it behind them. Just before it latched, she swore she heard Cordelia tell Willow, "You owe me twenty bucks. I <told> you they wouldn't be on time."
"There is NO way I'm going to make it through this party," Buffy moaned miserably. "Well, wasn't that bloody humiliating. Oh lord, now I'm talkin' like Giles." She slowly walked to the door and turned the lock. Back at the couch as she bent to pick up her shoes, she heard Angel groan softly behind her as her dress rode up her thighs. Sneaking a look at him over her shoulder, she smiled. "Since we're late already..." she said slowly, letting her voice die off.
"Are you kidding?" he asked
"Come on, lover. You need to finish what you started."
"They're going to come back if we don't show up."
"Did you see the look on Xander's face?" she snorted. "I seriously doubt it."
She grinned and slowly leaned over the arm of the couch, pushing her bottom out to entice him. He chuckled low in his throat. "You're insatiable," he admonished gently.
"You oughta know..." she shot back. "You're the one who did it," she giggled.
"We can't just wait?" he asked, knowing that he would never leave her like that.
"God, no," she moaned. "I was so close. I almost let you finish with Xander standing right there."
Angel gaped at her in mock amazement, knowing that she thought it was still her turn to play. "Come on, lover. You KNOW you want to," she purred, slowly pulling the dress over her hips.
"Want, want, want," he grumbled playfully as he stalked around the couch.
"Do, do, do," she giggled. He laughed as he moved toward her slowly. She leaned further over the arm of the couch and wiggled her hips at him again. Angel was lost. He leaned over her back and whispered, "Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"
"I believe my panties were around my ankles," she giggled again.
"I remember," he groaned.
"And I do believe I was becoming intimately acquainted with your tongue...again."
Starting at her knees, he slid his hands up her legs, under the dress and slowly eased his fingers into the sides of her panties, chuckling at her eager little "oooh," sliding them down her legs to let them fall at her feet. As she wriggled her hips, he dropped softly to his knees behind her. "Spread your legs, baby. Bend forward a little more. That's it..." and she did as he wanted, giggling in anticipation of feeling his tongue slide into her, wiggling her hips impatiently.
Angel leaned forward slowly and gently kissed the inside of one warm thigh, and began to work his way up leisurely, licking and nipping at her tender skin. Whimpering in pleasure, she reached a hand back to touch him, but he slapped it away gently.
"Want...you...now," she pouted.
"Keep 'em on the couch," he ordered. She glared at him over her shoulder, but slid her hands into the cushions. "Good girl," he whispered just before he gently bit into the flesh of her ass. She wiggled in reaction. "Ooooh....again...do that again."
"No," he chuckled behind her.
"Yes...Do it..." she demanded. He chuckled again. At that she tried to rise and turn to face him. He turned her to face the couch and placed his hand on her back and pushed her down gently, but his voice was firm. "No. Turn. Around."
"But..." she started to protest.
"Don't argue. Eyes front." Stunned by his tone, she spun around. "Bend over."
"Why?" she asked, wondering where this was going.
"You want it, you do what I say."
She hesitated, then slowly bent over the arm of the couch, willing to play along...for now. *What the hell does he think he's doing?*
"Now. Where were we?" he asked playfully, knowing it would get a rise out of her. As if on cue, she got angry. "You know where we were, you bastard," she ground out between clenched teeth.
"Such language. I'd be nice if I were you," he chuckled, enjoying seeing her loose a little control.
"That's nothing, mister...hurry up," she ordered.
"You'd better be careful," he warned in a low voice
"You be caref..." and her half-given answer was met with a resounding slap on her tender behind. "Owww...what was that for...?" she screeched, trying to stand up. *If he thinks he's going get away with that...*, but was stopped by the pressure of his hand on her back.
"Bend. Over," he ordered, wondering if she would play.
"You bend over," she shot back. He smacked her again, and she squealed loudly. But this time he gently rubbed the stinging flesh, soothing the slight pain away.
"Bend over, baby..." he said quietly. She looked over her shoulder at him, catching a flash of a smile before he concealed it. She bent over again breathing out a "Please..." "Please, what? he asked her quietly. She could see his little smirk in her mind as she listened to his voice. She now understood his little game, and decided to see where it was to lead.
"Please me, dammit!"
"What do you want?" he whispered, slipping his hand underneath her dress to rest on her belly.
"You know what I want. Finish what you started," she demanded, desire putting an edge in her voice.
"Remember the rules, baby? Tell me..." he said quietly, softly stroking the reddened flesh of his behind with one hand while gently rubbing the soft skin of her abdomen with the other. She began to babble, "want you...want you to make me come..."
"How?" he asked her again, his voice a quiet demand.
"Touch me..." she mewled. She was answered with, "I am touching you sweetheart," but he knew it wasn't the touch she wanted. "Tell me where you want me to touch..."
"My clit, dammit," suddenly getting angry again.
"How many times do I have to tell you...watch the language," he warned her again, the harsher voice suddenly back.
Her body was screaming with need. "Then follow the rules...do what I say..." she demanded.
"Not say, baby...ask," he said gently.
This time she gave him her best little girl voice. "Angel? Please...touch me...I need you to touch me." And he chuckled. Her voice changed on a dime as she demanded, "What's so damn funny?"
"You - thinking that will work," he said, continuing to laugh.
"What?! You think I'd..." and hesitated as she realized that he was firmly in control of this new game. "What do you want?" she asked quietly, relaxing slightly in the knowledge that this was just a new form of play.
"Think about last night..." he murmured against her leg.
"Last night?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, baby, last night...tell me what you want." Suddenly she felt his tongue on the back of her thigh, slowly winding its way upwards. Her eyes widened in realization and a slow smile crept across her face. Now she knew what he wanted...he had enjoyed her boldness last night, and now he wanted it back.
"I want to feel you inside me...put your finger inside me..." before her voice left her throat, she felt his finger slowly slide into her. She clenched around it and began to rock back on her toes to take it in deeper.
"Do you want more, baby?" he whispered against her skin. Her answer was a sighed "Yesss..." Her knees began to buckle as he slid a second finger into her tight warmth. She moaned, "Feels so good..."
"Move your hips a little, baby. Push back against my hand." She thrust herself back against him as he twisted his fingers inside her, silently urging her to continue pleasuring herself. "Oh, god...don't stop...don't stop..." she cried out as she rocked against him harder. "I won't sweetheart," he assured her. "Just tell me what you want..." She felt his lips and tongue caress the heated flesh of her behind where he had smacked her earlier. "I...want you...to...want you to make me come..." she moaned, her head falling forward to the cushions of the couch, the movement pushing her hips up and out further toward him.
"How?" he continued gently.
All she could do was whimper as she felt his tongue again. "Touch my clit...please..."
"How, baby? Tell me," he demanded again gently.
When she finally spoke, it was almost a whisper. "...with your tongue..." and she pushed back against him as her turned on his knees and moved under her, lifting his mouth to her luscious flesh. "Bend your knees a little, baby..." he whispered against her. She complied and moaned when she felt his silky hair between her thighs.
"That's my girl..." he said, nuzzling his head into her, and the tip of his tongue licked into her until he found her center. She cried out and rocked toward him, seeking greater contact with his tongue. She shivered at the sensation of his cold tongue flicking her clit slowly. She reached blindly toward him, pulling his head deeper between her splayed legs. Suddenly, he sucked her clit into his mouth and she surged forward with a whimpered, "Yesss..."
He chuckled against her, rubbing his face against the smooth skin of her thighs. Above him, he heard, "More...I want more..." He teased and licked the tiny nub with his tongue until he felt small spasms begin to ripple through her body. She swayed a little, unsteady on her feet, and grabbed his shoulder. He slid one hand slowly up her body to squeeze and fondle a breast through her dress. Whimpering and arching her back, her hips thrust forward bringing his tongue further into her. He cupped her bare bottom in his palms and held her against his mouth, running his tongue along her warm folds, teasing, tasting. Holding her self upright with one hand against the couch, she ran her fingers through his hair, caressing him. He hummed softly against her, the slight vibration making her squeal as another strong spasm ripped through her body and she thrust hard against his mouth. Pulling back, he growled, "What...now...baby?...What...else...do...you... want?" punctuating each word with a slow sweep of his tongue through her weeping flesh. "Oh God..." she moaned loudly, feeling his tongue lick her center, thrusting gently inside. "Whatever you want, baby," he told her, before flattening his tongue to lave the sweet flesh above his mouth. He heard her gasp softly and she cried out, "Fuck me."
His cock strained against the soft silk of his boxers at the demand, but he continued the game relentlessly. "How sweetheart?"
"Don't care...do it now," she pouted. He chuckled and then lightly blew on her clit. She gasped at the sensation of the cool breath against her feverish skin.
"How," he asked her again, flicking her clit again, teasing it.
"Bite...bite my clit..." she whispered.
"Thought you wanted to fuck?" he said, laughing gently at her moan of frustration. Then she giggled, "I want everything...everything." He gently sipped her bud into his mouth and bit down softly, holding her as she squealed in pleasure and spasmed again violently. "Don't come yet sweetheart, not until I tell you to." She whimpered softly, but obeyed. Her hands clutched the arm of the couch in a death grip as she fought to hold her orgasm back. She wanted him deep inside of her before she let go. She wanted him to feel her come around him.
"Where do you want my cock, baby? Just tell me..." his voice ragged with desire. "Just say it for me."
The small part of her brain still working knew what he wanted her to say. "In my pussy..." she pouted. "Inside me..."
"That's it, baby," he told her gently, and her knees buckled as he scooted out from under her. "Turn around now."
Shakily, she rose and turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold herself up. His hands caressed her naked bottom gently as he kissed her open mouth, thrusting his tongue inside so she could taste herself on it. She whimpered and reached for his belt, trying to open his pants. He took over the task when she couldn't seem to do it. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down quickly, taking the silk boxers with them. Desire clouded her eyes.
"Get on your hands and knees, baby," he told her, gently pressing on her shoulder to urge her down to the floor. She quickly followed the command, eyes glazed and hazy. "Good girl..." he told her, moving behind her. "I'll give you what you want...just hold on," he whispered in her ear as her leaned over her back. He felt her hips wiggle against his erection and he groaned loudly. "Please..." she whined. "Please..."
Slipping his fingers between the wet lips of her sex, he told her, "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart..."
Legs trembling in desire, she opened herself for him and leaned forward slightly on her arms. "That's my girl...are you ready," he asked as he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, sliding it through her wetness.
"Yes...now...do it...hard..." she begged incoherently, her voice changing to a low scream of frustration as he slid slowly inside, stretching her until he was completely inside her heat. It was his turn to moan. "God baby, you're so warm and tight..."
"Harder...do it harder...please..." she begged.
He slid himself partway out and then thrust back quickly, asking her quietly, "Like this, baby?" regaining his former position, feeling her tight channel clench around him as she moaned out a low, "Yesss."
"That's it sweetheart, hold me tight." His arm snaked around her waist and he slid his hand down her belly, to help hold her hips up and to tease her clit with his strong fingers as he thrust rapidly back and forth. She began to pick up his rhythm, clenching around him as he slid deep. "Good girl," he groaned. "Squeeze me hard."
She pushed her bottom into his belly and clamped down hard. He groaned loudly, nipping at her neck, and pushed harder to try and get deeper inside of her. "You ready to come, baby?" he growled in her ear, rubbing her clit softly.
"Only with you." She turned her head toward him, seeking out his mouth with her own as he started to thrust in a steady rhythm. He whispered, "...gonna make you come so hard..." against her lips.
She told him, "...do it...hard...make me come..." before she slipped her tongue into his waiting mouth. He lengthened his strokes until he was pulling nearly all the way out and pushing all the way in, slamming his hips into her ass. She screamed and thrust back as hard as she could. "That's it baby...push hard..." he ground out against her neck as she forced her body backwards. "You ready to come now?"
"Yes...Now...make me come...NOW!" she screamed as he pulled back and thrust again. She drove her hips back and collapsed onto her arms, raising her bottom. Angel slid his cock in deep, growling, as his fingers rubbed her clit, feeling her body contract around him as she came, muffling a loud squeal against her arm. He felt her juices drench his shaft as she wriggled her hips against him and he continued to thrust in the same steady rhythm. She purred, "Come in me...want you to come in me...Angel...please..." He grabbed her hips and pumped hard into her. "Can't wait...Angel...want you to come..." He held her wriggling hips still and with one final thrust, he buried himself in her tight warmth and emptied himself deep inside her, growling ferociously. She exploded around him for a second time, crying out in pleasure. "That's it, baby" he told her. "Come for me again." She stayed motionless, her bottom held against her hips in a hard embrace. "Oh, god, baby. You're so tight," he mumbled through clenched teeth as she continued to squeeze him. As the aftershocks quaked through her body she moaned, "You feel so good," and ground her buttocks against him, beginning to mutter incoherently. Regaining some of his senses, he rubbed her back and waited for her to come down as they collapsed to the floor together.
Lying there, still gasping for air, Buffy started to giggle wildly. "What's so funny?" he asked as he kissed the back of her neck. "Just remembering the look on Xander's face when you opened the door," she answered and laughed again. "If he ONLY knew..." Angel chuckled against her back, slipping a hand down the front of her dress to cup a warm breast. Suddenly his demeanor changed. "You okay?" he asked her, his voice gentle.
"Better than okay..." she murmured. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked hesitantly. "Noooo," she said slowly. "But you did surprise me though. Never expected you to smack me," she giggled.
"I know, I saw the look on your face," he chuckled again. She elbowed him gently. "It stung...but it wasn't too bad...kinda felt good." She let out another moan as his hand stoked the bulb of her bottom. "My hand prints are still red." She smiled, "Trying to brand me as yours?"
"Already done that, my love," he whispered, his tongue tracing the earlier bite on her neck. She rocked against him slowly, and said "I know," in a husky voice.
"Makes me feel like Tarzan," he teased her, beating his chest softly and laughing. "Just call me Jane," she grinned back. "Oooh, gotta leopard print bikini?" he asked hopefully. She giggled. "I'll put it on the list for when I go shopping."
Still smiling, he stroked her hip and whispered, "Got something I need to get too..." Buffy moaned, "Don't wanna move...we can go shopping together if you want...help me pick it out..." she said, babbling. Suddenly she asked him, "What do you need?" Slipping a finger between her buttocks, gently he said, "Think baby. You really think we're not gonna do THAT again?" and caressed her bottom once again.
"Ohhh!...What happened to the one...?"
"Lost in the sheets somewhere, I would imagine. We'll find it sooner or later."
She giggled at the memory as he whispered in her ear, "Used half of it."
She laughed again. "Did you like it?" he asked her gently, kissing the exposed skin of her shoulder, looking into her eyes. "Did you?" she asked him, almost shyly.
"Oh, yeah..." he grinned and playfully bit her shoulder. "Me too," she giggled. "You felt nice." He kissed back of her neck again, "You felt incredible..."
After a few moments of silence, she reluctantly reminded him, "We have to go."
He groaned, and in an imitation of a whine, asked, "Do we have to?"
"We promised. It's Oz's birthday. If we don't go, Will's gonna skin us alive."
"Besides, Xander might work up the courage to come back," Angel grumbled sarcastically.
"Not likely," she laughed.
"He can be very persistent..."
"Nah...not this time. He's afraid I'll do some of the things I threatened him with. She giggled. "Pretty impressive huh?"
Laughing, he told her, "You should have seen his face."
"Wish I had. I never get to have any fun..." he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe a little." She laughed again. "I couldn't believe the tortures you were screaming at him," he said, chuckling.
"Hey, I can be very violent when I'm interrupted like that," she laughed. "What made YOU laugh so loud?"
"With the look on his face I couldn't help it. Besides, it's hard to be serious standing in a room full of people in my boxers."
"I like it when you stand there in your boxers," she teased.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "You like it when I stand there without my boxers."
"Hey!" she said indignantly. "I deserve a better view!" Turning toward him slightly she flushed at his heat-filled gaze. Her eyes followed his as he took in the sight of her half naked body. "I like this view right now..." he told her, his voice dropping lower.
"Angel...we gotta go..." she groaned as she reluctantly moved away from him. "If we must," he grouched as he pulled up his underwear and pants. Fastening them, he tucked his shirt in, and turned to help her to her feet. She stood and wriggled her hips, pulling her dress down. "Now, where are my undies?" she asked, looking around.
"Why don't you leave them off?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering if she actually would. "You know, it's funny. I was thinking the exact same thing..." she giggled and winked at him.
With a final shimmy, she slipped her shoes on and said, "Okay, let's go. I'm ready to party."
THE END (for now)
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