Author: Sare Liz Gordy
Email: TeknoVamp@yahoo.com
Site: The Loft
Author's Notes: Oooh, why did I write this? I was thinking about something along these lines, then I saw one on Lady Sirona's page, and had to go for it. It's been a long time in coming (aren't my always?), but I'm hoping worth the wait. Not my best work, but still, I'm pleased with it. I hope whoever reads it will be as well. And for those of you who are following along, this one is part of the Cemetery Series (so far the only one published), as well as the Mutant Ghoul Universe.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Joss'.
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There really was nothing unusual about the night. A calm had spread over the town, stilling every sound but that of the wind rustling the leaves on the trees.
There weren't any vampires lurking about the city searching for the latest meal, and with the current lack of things to dust, she wondered why she even bothered to go there. But, it was a habit, and you never really knew when some newly dead Fang Boy was going to rise.
She winced as she neared her favorite place, the West Monument. "I will be okay," she began to mutter. "That Midol will kick in any minute now..." She stopped to sit on the steps of the circular marble structure, trying not to double over in pain. Breathing slowly, she felt the cramp finally begin to subside and she let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
"Okay. I think I can live now."
"That's good to hear."
Her heart raced as she turned to the voice behind her. She hadn't seen him for the last four nights, which was just as well, because she didn't relish trying to tell her new lover that she couldn't get down and dirty due to her period. But then, they'd only been lovers for about two weeks - she'd have to tell him sooner or later. But her cramp having subsided, she promptly forgot all about it and instead concentrated on more important matters. Like Angel.
She sprang up from her position on the shallow steps and was in his arms a moment later. She could feel his strength coil protectively around her body as her own arms wound around him just before their lips met.
It was so good to be with him like this again. Since the night they'd first made love, it was like they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. She'd been out with him every night since, except the last four. They'd done different things - gone to the Bronze, gone hunting together, done a little late night shopping; but they always seemed to end up at the same place. His apartment. Not that either one of them minded in the least, but it had made the last four nights of separation difficult.
When he let her up for air, she snuggled deeper into his embrace and rested her head against his shoulder. After breathing in his welcome scent, she peeked up at his face.
"Hi," she said timidly.
"Hi."
The warmth of his smile contrasted his cool body, but she didn't mind the difference at all.
"You're back early, aren't you? I thought you were going to be gone the week."
He pulled her a little closer. "What can I say?" He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, continuing his caress to her ear. She could feel his hands on her back, her sides, trying to touch every part of her. "I just couldn't stay away from you." He began nibbling on her ear, slowly sucking the lobe in and out of his mouth. His hands finally reached her ass, to which he held on for dear life, grinding her hips into his. "You look so beautiful tonight."
She laughed haltingly at his complement, torn between the oddity and the effects of his sudden amorousness. //Well, I guess we're that much closer to a real-life public display of affection. We're seriously breaking ground here. But beautiful? I certainly don't feel beautiful. Cranky, bitchy, whiney, and bloated, yes. Beautiful? Not exactly. Of course, I'm wearing the product of my latest shopping trip with Willow, but that was really only to cheer me up. And the look on Will's face was just perfect when she realized I was going to buy these pants. But I'd always kinda wanted a pair. And Angel seemed to like them. Maybe that's it. Oo, if I'd known leather had this effect on him, I would have worn it long ago.//
Her train of thought was interrupted as Angel continued on in his intent to show her exactly how amorous he could be in an empty graveyard.
He slowly nipped his way back down her neck, his smooth teeth taking her soft skin in, teasing it, sucking the sweet flesh until the blood rose tantalizingly to just below the surface. He then gently laved the area with his cool silken tongue. She was surprised at her body's reaction to such a simple gesture. She could feel the heat grow within her. True, four days wasn't long, but it didn't seem like four days. Four months maybe, but not four days. And now, he was back. She didn't know his reasons, but she was grateful.
Finally able to find her voice, she breathed out, "Thanks."
He surfaced from his current position at the base of her neck, licking her taste from his lips. He raised an eyebrow. "That's a first. No one has ever thanked me for biting them before." Before she could correct him, he returned to his ministrations and began his sweet torture over again, this time on the other side of her neck.
She groaned and ground her hips into his. She could feel his arousal hard against her and it brought a smug grin to her face. It was nice to know he felt the same way. She bent her head slightly to come level with his ear.
"I missed you, too," she purred.
His head came up quickly with a soft, sexy growl. Caught completely off guard by his actions, she made no move to protest when he shifted their positions and pressed her against the nearest marble column, one of many that ringed the monument.
She could feel the cold stone behind her, but no longer could she feel her lover. She opened her eyes and saw that he was only inches away, but quite a bit lower. She looked down and noticed he was several steps below her, and leaning towards her. He came up a step and his tongue quickly gained entrance to her mouth. A shiver ran up her spine as his tongue dueled with hers, fighting, loving, caressing. So enraptured was she that she didn't even notice his hands missing until they were inside her now open shirt, each cupping a breast. Her gasp broke their kiss, but without missing a beat, he lowered his head to suckle on a creamy breast, his thumb drawing tight circles on the other. As he began to suck the areola deeper into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, her breathing became more audible and her head lolled back. She could feel the throbbing deep inside of her, deep, where he should be. The feeling triggered memories of their previous experiences, and it just made her want him that much more. She couldn't keep the moan from seeping out of her throat. He slowly pulled away from her, letting her breast fall gently into his waiting hand.
As he sank into the valley created by the soft flesh he held so tenderly, he murmured up to her, his voice soft and husky. "Buffy, I shouldn't be here."
"Huh?" She hadn't meant to sound so out of it, but what he was doing just felt so good, it was hard to concentrate.
"I shouldn't have come back early." He kissed the tender inside of her breast, slowly darting his tongue in and out. "Tell me to go, Buffy. Tell me to leave and I will."
She looked down at him. Though she was enjoying the feel of his cool face against her chest, and what his lips were doing were beyond marvelous, she dragged his face up to hers. "The hell you will. Didn't anyone ever tell you leaving a Slayer in a hormonally unbalanced state is hazardous to your health?"
He grinned up at her, looking for all the world like the very sexual creature he became in her presence. He quickly swept her up in his arms with his I'm-going-to-get-exactly-what-I-want-and-everyone-involved-is-going-to-enjoy-themselves,-trust-me growl. She was laid down on the stone sarcophagus that was the focus of the monument. He bent down and kissed her deeply, tangling his fingers in her silky hair, and at the same time began to unzip her leather pants. And suddenly, she stilled. His lips parted from hers and he looked deeply into her eyes by the moonlight.
His voice was a low caress. "What is it, baby?"
"Um, Angel..." Well, there was no stalling now. "I have my period."
The words seemed only to inflame him. "I know," he said, returning almost savagely to her lips, devouring her. As soon as he had her zipper down he began to pull the waist band down with one hand. She broke of the kiss, ending it with a slow pull on his bottom lip. He stilled and she knew she had his attention.
"Um, hold on a minute. I kinda hafta wiggle out of these." He backed up a few steps and folded his arms, more than willing to watch anything she wanted to show him. Seeing his stance she rolled her eyes. Then she thought about it. And the possibilities. He obviously wasn't grossed out, so this could have lots of possibilities. She shared a small, knowing smile with him just before she hopped down. She turned slightly away from him and bent over to undo the buckles on her boots, in the process giving him a luscious view of her leather-clad ass - something she'd learned that turned him on in a serious way. She slowly came back up and kicked off her boots. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her pants and true to her word, wiggled. It took her a moment or two to get the pants completely off, but having done that, she turned to fully face the man in the shadows. She placed her hands on her hips, parting the shirt - her only covering left, and waited in mock impatience for him to come to her. And he did.
Placing his hands just above her hips he gently touched his lips to hers. A soft and sweet kiss, he gingerly took her in his arms and carried her back to the sarcophagus, sitting her on the edge of the foot. Then he did the strangest thing. With his hand on her thigh and his thumb caressing the tender inside of her leg, he sank to one knee and looked at her in askance.
She bit her bottom lip. It was kinda weird. He'd done it once or twice before, and it was really good, but this was different. Well, different for the rest of the world. He's a vampire. Not that that's news, but the prospect of blood everywhere wouldn't freak him out. As his caress on her leg became bolder, slowly traveling up her inner thigh, it finally dawned on her why he came back early. Why he left in the first place. And why his eyes were asking permission for him to eat her out in the middle of a cemetery. She felt like slapping her forehead - how blonde could she be?
Still holding her lip between her teeth, she gave him a small smile and let her legs relax a bit. He took it for the sign it was and parted her legs, burying his face in her damp curls with a moan. She could feel his cool lips against her hot core and she had to brace herself against the insistent throbbing it caused. His hands left the outsides of her thighs only go under her legs and regain the same position. It caused her to fall back and now her legs were draped over his shoulders, but that was also the moment that he began to taste her all over again, so she didn't much care about the first part.
*
He held on to her hips and felt her luscious legs settle on his shoulders. For the barest of moments, he contented himself in rubbing the side of his face on her inner thigh, but quickly moved on to more intoxicating pleasures. He smiled and placed a quick cool kiss on her blood covered clitoris and was reminded vaguely of chocolate covered strawberries. He opened his mouth and let the scent drift over his waiting tongue. Her blood scent, old and new was punctuated quite nicely with the musk that was uniquely her.
//Obviously no fan of tampons,// he thought as his face slipped into its bestial image. //More for me.// Darting his tongue out to clean away the old blood from just inside her silken outer lips, he felt his fangs. Suddenly, it was very important to him to do this one thing in his human guise. As he lapped up her blood, he concentrated on her beauty, her heat, and anything else but the incredible warm, live, slayer blood he was tasting. If he could just get past it, he would be fine.
If.
It might have been easier to make his raging hard on melt away. And of course, that was the reason he had left in the first place. He'd known when she had her monthly bleeding cycle ever since she first came to Sunnydale. The scent was intoxicating even then. But since they'd taken the most recent step in their ever growing relationship, he'd been worried. He'd gotten to the point where he could make love to her without the bloodlust taking over, but this was different. But then, could he really avoid her every time she got like this? Not likely. So between that realization and the full body ache that was present when she wasn't, he came back.
Still struggling with his more demonic urges, he finally felt his face relaxing, falling into the smooth, natural planes that the world was used to. If he could have breathed, he would have sighed in relief.
Having finished cleaning off all the old blood, he delved a little deeper, suckling at her bloody clit, teasing her, taunting her, making her gasp his name.
Not wanting her to come just yet, he sank even deeper into her, his tongue lightly darting out to lap away the more recent blood that had settled on her inner folds. Quickly finishing that, he braced himself, holding her squirming hips and slipped his long tongue as far into her as he could go.
She tasted so good - how could he have left? He began to suck and gloried in the rush of fresh, strong blood that flowed over his tongue. Through the haze of lust and bloodlust he heard her cry out and felt her hands ground his head into her pleasure and her blood. With a savage growl he clenched her hips with bruising force and sucked her clean. He was rewarded with yet another flood of blood that all but poured into his waiting lips.
In the back of his mind he could hear his name being chanted over and over again. Her voice was pleading with him to stop, and never to stop, to finish, and never end. //Just once more,// he thought.
Withdrawing his tongue slightly, he suckled at her clit, rolling the little bud around in his mouth, savoring the tiniest vestiges of blood that some how remained on it. Ceasing just before she spilled over into orgasm, he began to suck and received an almost continual flow of blood as she screamed his name, her body spasming her release. Still, he did not stop.
With one hand he caressed the leg slung over his shoulder, his tongue working her down slightly from her high. The other hand reached down and unfastened his pants, letting them hang low about his hips, and pulled out his erect penis.
He reluctantly pulled away from her, panting, not caring about the blood lingering on his lips, streaked across his face. He gently shifted her legs down beside him and rose from his knees. His lips made trails of blood as he brushed them across her face and down her neck, but he happily returned and lapped up every last beautiful drop. With one hand on her ass and one supporting her limp back, he lifted her up and dropped her back down on his engorged cock.
It was amazing how quickly she came alive.
Her back arched as her legs curled around his waist, impaling herself while stretching even further to hold him, as the echo of her scream died around them both. Though not consciously, he was already pulsing inside of her, giving her no respite.
He took them to the nearest stone pillar and pressed her against it, all at once pounding into her, into that tight, wet, hot little box that only he'd tasted. He pumped inside her over and over, screwing her down so tight she could do nothing but scream his name and ride him on.
He couldn't feel anything but her. She surrounded him, she filled him - she was everything that mattered. His insatiable lover, his hunting companion, his only true friend, his salvation and redemption. And now, ah, god, now. His vessel. The only warm living thing he'd fed on in a hundred years. He struggled with his demon once more, even as her body writhed in his arms and her blood flowed through his body. Everything inside him screamed out for more. More blood. More pleasure. More...
His face slipped into its demonic form, yet still he fought against the thing inside of him. He gripped her tightly, a rumbling growl beginning in the back of this throat. He would not. He could not. Instead he strived to thrust deep into her, as deep as he could for as long as he could. He concentrated on the motions, letting the passion flood the bloodlust. In and out, in and out. Through his savage growls he could hear her whimper. She'd come three times already. She was pleading with him, chanting his given name like a prayer.
Hearing her call out to him, that was the last straw. He was either going to drain her and be done with it, or come so hard he'd go mad.
With the last of his willpower, he threw back his head and roared, climaxing more fully and deeply than he could ever remember doing before. He continued pulsing, pumping his semen-blood between their two shaken bodies long after the trailing edge of the harsh sound died around them.
After several moments of calm silence, he shifted their positions, though she clung to him like a worn out child. His back against the pillar, he slowly slipped down, his legs no longer able to support his weight. So he sat there with her in his lap, still joined to her, feeling more satiated than he'd felt in nearly two hundred years. He pulled her a little closer to his now warm body, knowing that she would cool off soon and the thin shirt she was barely wearing wouldn't stave off the cold.
"Angel," he heard her ask, feeling the delicious weight of her head on his shoulder.
"Hm?"
"I'm not complaining or anything, but what was that back there? You were zoning on me, big time." He looked down at her, only to see her bright blue eyes penetrate his own in the moonlight. "It was incredible, but sweetheart, you're in gameface." She reached up to touch his face, to run her fingers along the ridges, to prove she didn't mind. He changed back while she was caressing him. "I just wanna know what's going on with you. I wanna know if it's me," she added meekly.
He cradled her head in his hand and brought his fore head to rest on hers. "No, no, no, baby," he reassured her. "It's not like that. It's just that," he sighed. "It's just - yours is the first warm blood I've had in a very long time. I guess you could say it was a shock to the system."
"I guess when you put it like that..." She bit her lip and after a moment her eyes returned to his. "So, how do I taste?"
"Savory," he said, "and strong. Utterly delectable." He grinned. "Sweetmeats to a starving man."
"Hey, I aim to please." She slowly pulled out from him, wincing as he slid from inside her, gasping as the last contact was broken, but then curling up and settling into his lap, letting his arms wind around her like a blanket. "So," she started, her voice a dreamy little girl purr. "Whatcha doin' tonight?"
THE END
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