Title: The Christening: Reign Of The Shopaholic
Author: Sare Liz Gordy
Rating: NC-17
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Disclaimer: Oh no, Buffy and Angel are not mine. But the Mutant Ghoul Universe is, so don't even go there. <g> Property of Joss and his cohorts.
Notes: Lotsa things here. First, this takes place minutes after the story "The Christening", which can be found on my site, The Loft and is part of the Mutant Ghoul Universe, which will also be outlined on my site at a later date. (yep, this is the same universe that my story Angel takes place in -- see the note for The Christening for details on that.) I wasn't going to write this, but I got enough feedback so that I kinda had to. And this little story is for Chani. I realized that about half way through the fic. All hail to Chani the Great, Goddess of Manipulation, Shopping and Scarves. Buffy is thy faithful pupil. (Or she wold be, if Joss and Giles would ever let her have any fun.) This is also for Rachel. See? I finished something days after I started it! No more writer's block. Yea, me! Of course there's that paper I need to write...
"Are you sure we have to go to the Bronze? Cause, you know, scarves are very difficult to shop for, I mean, getting the perfect ones could take time."
He shot her a look.
"I meant one. Singular. A lonely, solitary scarf. Which is, of course, so much more difficult to shop for than more than one, cause you have to get it to match all outfits, instead of just a few."
He rolled his eyes.
"Well, it's true, you know."
"Mmm, hmm." He led her out of the house, waiting as she locked the door behind her.
"Angel?" She looked so adorable with her mock-anxious pout and the small duffel bag in her hand. "Are we going to have to walk _all_ the way to the Galleria? Cause, y'know, it can be _such_ a long way."
"Well," he said, seeming to contemplate his already made up mind. "I guess we can stop by and get my bike."
Her grin was so large he was amazed that it didn't overtake her entire face. Why she was so in love with his motorcycle he would never fully understand. But her reaction to it was priceless, nevertheless, and not to be missed.
"Cool."
"Come here, you." He took her hand and pulled her into his embrace, claiming her lips. Their tongues quickly met and searched out the familiar territory. He could feel her soft body melt into his, her form molding, her arms wrapping tightly around his frame. Slowly, Angel pulled up from her lips. The love in her eyes brimmed over and warmed him to the core. "Let's go."
Arm around her shoulders, Angel didn't even try to suppress the smile that came unbidden to his lips as he felt her hand creep under his leather jacket and around his waist.
The silence between them was warm and comfortable as they walked the few minutes to his apartment. Rounding the last corner, she shook her bag and looked up at him. "Do you mind if I..." She indicated the duffel and nodded towards the entrance.
He dug into his pocket and thought, //well, now is as good a time as ever.// "Not at all. In fact," he pulled out the single key, a duplicate to one on his own ring, and pressed it into her waiting palm. "I've been meaning to give this to you."
The Slayer started, all range of emotions running across her face. Confusion, understanding, and joy at such an act. "Really?" After a moment, she blinked, as suddenly remembering what she'd asked to do. "I'll be right back." With a quick peck on the cheek, she dashed off into the darkened entrance.
When the love of his unlife came out again just a few moments later, Angel had only just brought the bike around. He half turned to see her staring at him. Sometimes, he didn't even want to think about how she saw him. He'd end up blushing, and the blood expended for such an act wasn't worth it. But then again, the idea that merely looking at him turned her on... Well, it was something he could more than live with. He smiled at her, thinking for a moment how much he'd been smiling lately.
"You wanna shop, or do you just want to stand there and look?" She was quickly behind him, clenching her thighs around his leather clad hips, her arms holding on to him tightly.
"Looking has its advantages too, y' know."
*
She had no idea if the bike was actually meant to hold two, but the mid-sized Harley seemed to do just fine, and Buffy had no problem pressing herself tightly against her lover.
"Mmmm..." she purred, rubbing herself against him, squirming slightly in her seat. Her grin was huge. She knew full well he could hear her just fine over the bike, and suddenly she had visions of an Aerosmith video with virtual reality, what's her face from Batman, and a bike, not unlike this one. Not sure she really wanted to tempt fate, or Angel, the Chosen One wouldn't go that far. But foreplay? Oooh, that was allowed. Encouraged, even.
Breathing lightly on the back of his neck, she felt him stiffen.
//Desired reaction achieved. Coolness.//
She wiggled a bit, riding her short skirt up so she was fully pressed against him, and held on even tighter with her legs. Which of course, let her become slightly more free with her hands. Slowly, they trailed down his torso, skimming over the leather jacket to find the softer, more supple leather of his pants. Pressing her fingers into his thighs, she made her way down as far as she could reach, only to trail back up, raking her nails and feeling his shudder at her actions. Her hands rested just below his hips, thumbs making small circular patterns close, so close to the bulge in his pants. Her smile broadened at his throaty growl, wondering if he could cool down enough to shop, or if she'd have to do something about his... problem. She could only hope for the latter.
It wasn't far to the mall, and soon her lover was pulling them into a parking space. Buffy swung off the bike and began to smooth her skirt down, only to find herself practically dragged back and on Angel's lap, his lips roughly devouring hers. She moaned and wound her arms around his neck and torso. The passion with which his tongue was attacking only served to remind her of their little interlude not twenty minutes ago. It was the first such incident in a rather long time. She groaned into his mouth and arched her back as she thought of it. And how much she really wanted a repeat performance. She ached inside, but there was also shopping to be done. And really, the shopping could prove fruitful in such areas. That's what Frederick's of Hollywood was _for_ anyway.
She broke of the kiss with a smile and a throaty giggle as his lips left an icy trail to her ear, there to nibble and suck. Until she hopped off his lap and grabbed his hand with a slight pull. She stared deep into his passion filled eyes as he glared at her. At the sound of his sensuous growl of warning, she laughed again, and again pulled on his hand, tempting him off his bike.
"Buffy..."
"Come on," she said with a saucy grin. "I got a cure for what ails ya'."
He was off the bike in a flash, and had her in his arms half a heartbeat later. She could feel his straining erection against her hip, and ground herself into him for good measure. He groaned and his cool tongue delved even deeper into her mouth. With much regret she pulled herself away from him. //God, he's so gorgeous. Ooo, and fuckable. But shopping must get done, and we're never going to make it inside with him like this. Time for plan B.//
Not to be deterred by lustridden fuckable vampiric lovers, she made her way to the mall entrance, aforementioned lover in tow. //It's after dark, so this should work...//
Quickly changing her direction, she ducked into one of the relatively secluded loading docks. She thrust her growling shadow up against a wall and made sure that no one could see them from the road. Trailing a line of small tasty kisses along his neck, she found his pert male nipples through his shirt and teased them before her hands made their way down. Cupping the leather bulge, she roughly raked her fingernails over it, enjoying his reaction. He tried to pull up her skirt, but she bat his hands away with a patronizing "No."
"But Buffy, I want -- " he trailed off as she undid his button and zipper, pressure easing with a groan. "I want -- " still unable to finish the thought, she reached into his silk boxers to take out the enormous cock that was waiting for her. She trembled slightly as she thought of foregoing the plan and burying him deep inside of her womb. But she quickly banished the thought with visions of him in complete ecstasy, at her hands.
Her fingers lightly ranging over his entire engorged length, and she giggled as his groan turned into a slow rumbling growl. He hissed as her lips kissed the tip. He was quivering in her hands, and she loved it. His entire body was trembling. //Good thing he's leaning against the wall.//
The Slayer relinquished the tip to the chill of the night air, and gently laved the area just under the it, then down, all the way to the base. Looking up at her lover, she couldn't help but to lick her lips. He had his head thrown back and his fingers all but digging into the mortar between the bricks. At her cessation of motion, he looked down at her just in time to see her lick her lips. His hips involuntary thrust his eager cock further into her grasp. She squeezed the precious rod between her fingers and watched as his eyes roll back.
Not wanting to tease him any longer, she ducked down and took him gently into her mouth.
"Aaah, Buffy...You don't... have to..." In response she took more of him in, once again getting used to his girth. As he hit the back of her throat, she relaxed and was able to take him all the way to the base. //It's amazing what a little practice can do.//
She swallowed and let her throat constrict around him, luxuriating in his strangled cry. She stayed there for a moment teasing with her tongue, caressing with her throat, working his passion higher and higher. She eased him back out until she had only the tip in her mouth. Licking it, suckling like a child at teat she rolled his balls in her hand, caressing the soft sac until he groaned. Taking a mouthful, she took him at his base and began to pump him rhythmically, all the while sucking for all she was worth. A few moments later she felt his hands on the back of her head.
"Buffy, please..."
She knew exactly what he meant. Once again she took him in until she couldn't, then relaxed her throat until she was at his base. She took her hands from him and braced herself against the wall behind them. With the first twitch of his hip she shivered in anticipation.
*
"Oh, god, Buffy..." Holding her head, his hips began to thrust towards her face, burying his cock deep in her tight little throat. He started gently at first, not wanting to hurt her, and knowing it had been a while since she'd done this to him. He started gently, but what she was doing to him, what she was allowing him to do to her, it drove him insane. Soon, he found himself thrusting madly into her mouth, feeling her moaning vibrate his agitated member. //God, she's gotten good at this.//
After a particularly long thrust, he held it there, letting her take over, letting her swallow and squeeze. He held her head there, her lips so close to his abdomen, as he shook and groaned, shooting his cum down her throat.
Angel kept his hands on her head, running his fingers through her hair, caressing the tresses as she slowly relinquished her charge, licking the tip and gently cradling it as it softened and grew manageable enough to put away.
Still leaning on the wall for support, he brought her back up to his level and pulled his erotic little slayer to him. She happily leaned against him, head against his shoulder, seemingly content to rest there while he recovered. It never took long.
"Better now?"
Looking down at her, she looked so content, licking her lips. "Oh, Baby," he said, the endearment a softly growled caress that made her shiver. "You have _not_ lost your touch."
She snuggled even deeper into his shoulder, mewling like a kitten. "Ready to shop, then?"
"After that? I'll follow you through hell. Or the Galleria. Same thing, really..."
*
"What do you think about this one?"
"How many little black dresses do you own?
"You don't like it?"
"That's not what I said."
"No, you were too busy evading the question."
"Buffy, I like it. It's a lovely dress. And it looks good on you. But you have one in your closet that's very similar that I like better."
"Oh. Okay. Mmmm... Oh! Wow... Look at this... I'll be right back."
*
"But I _have_ to have shoes! How am I going to go to the Bronze in this dress with these shoes?"
"You're going to wear this to the Bronze tonight?"
"Of course."
"Of course. And you don't have shoes to go with the dress."
"Nope. But I saw these really great little boots the other day that would be absolutely perfect -- I'd be really quick. You wouldn't even know it."
"Yea?"
"I swear. Then we can go get stockings. Don't give me that look, mister. Trust me. You'll like."
"Promises, promises."
*
"Oh sure, push and push. I see your not pushing now. Or should I say, pushing the other way?"
"What? We came here for a scarf. Behold. A scarf in the window. Is it that farfetched that I recommend this store?"
"Uh, huh. And the only thing we'll be looking for in here is a scarf?"
"Don't look at me. I'm not the shopper here. I'm just funding this little spree."
"For which I am eternally grateful -- "
"Like I said, promises, promises."
" -- but, you will be enjoying the final product. And coming in here, you knew that."
"What? I'm just an innocent in this situation."
"You've never been innocent in your life, buddy. You wheedled me over to this part of the mall, just so we could come here."
"And you wouldn't have gotten here eventually?"
"Well, maybe."
"Uh, huh."
"What about this one? I like it, but I'm not really feeling like a one-piece kinda girl today."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Gotta get your opinions for later, oh innocent one."
"Hmm... I like the dark green better. But that cream chemise over there would look beautiful on you. In case you wanted to know."
"Thanks for the tip."
"Any time."
"So, I think I like this one. But white is so plain..."
"I think the dress material is thick enough."
"Ooo... Purple it is. Oh look, matching panties."
*
"Aren't you going to be a gentleman and carry these?"
"I paid. You carry. And don't even tell me your arms are tired. I don't believe you. Neither would Giles."
"Uh, you really know how to ruin the mood, don't you?"
"What mood?"
"The one where I convince you to carry these home."
"Uh, huh. And how do you expect me to steer, carrying those?"
"I could, er, does one drive a bike? Cause I'd love to learn."
"Absolutely not."
"But, Angel..."
"Not tonight."
"Okay. But how am I going to get these home?"
"Should have thought of that earlier."
"You are _so_ not helping here."
"Okay, okay. Just, yea, all in the big bag, now just put it between us. See? That works just fine. Now hold on. Remember, you get fifteen minutes once we're home, then I leave without you."
"Unless of course, we're, y' know, unavoidably detained."
"Oh, of course..."
The End
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