Author: Mistress Angel
Email: angelsslayer@yahoo.com
This story is all mine. But guess what? These characters aren't. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Warner Brothers. No infringment is intended and he would probably hunt me down if he found out what I was doing with them. But I promise to put them back shiny and new like. Okay? okay, on with the story.
Buffy restlessly turned over for the tenth time that night. She just couldn't get to sleep. Groaning in frustration she stared out in the darkness, the only light was from the half moon outside. She couldn't understand why she wasn't more tired. She had put in a full day at school, trained with Giles and then spent two hours patrolling in the Graveyard. She had even rushed home hoping her mother hadn't decided to come chat with her that evening and found her missing from her room. A stress factor on a whole other level. She had put on her pajamas to make sure she looked like she had been home all night and dived into bed. Sure she would be sleep before her head hit the pillow, she was still wide awake. She rolled on her side again. The red digits on her clock read 1:08 am. Could it be after 1:00 am already? She started going over French verbs in her head, sure that would knock her out. She sighed again in annoyance. She needed her sleep. She wished she could call Angel, but then she remembered he had no phone. She smirked to herself, now was a time she wished he would come to her window, at least she would have someone to talk to.
She shut her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep. It wasn't working. She rolled over and was face to face with her clock again. 1:21 am. She flopped back on her back. I'm not going to look at it again so that I know how much time I'm wasting laying here, she thought. She thought about Angel again. It had been a long time since he had been in her room. Her eyes drifted closed once more. Maybe if she thought nice warm thoughts she would fall asleep. Her first thought was of Angel kissing her, holding her. Immediately her thoughts turned from nice and warm to hot and bothered. That wasn't working. She noticed that her nipples had become erect. She placed a warm hand there and played with the hard bud. She teased herself and thought of Angel again. A smile formed on her glossy lips. His big, soft hands kneading her soft flesh. He would put his warm, wet mouth over her nipple and suck it like a baby with a bottle.
Buffy bit down on her lip as she continued the activity on her breast. Her other hand moved down inside her pajama bottom. She found her clitoris and started to massage it. The sensation was a bit strong and she unconsciously whispered his name. She flicked her nub again while her hand kept it up at her breast alternating sides. Her breathing increased as she continued. She slid her finger inside her . She was tight and wet. She thought about Angel experiencing this with her, how he would discover how tight and hot and wet she was. A sensation started to build up inside of her low and deep. She pulled her finger out and pushed it back in. Mimicking movements she wanted a certain Vampire to be doing. Licking her lips she spread her legs wider and rubbed her lips as well as inside of her. Her slick wetness seeped from her body moistening her inner thighs. She could almost feel it dripping. "Angel," she whispered again, her finger was joined by another as she pushed deep. She clenched her walls around herself and wondered how Angel would feel if she did that around him. Groaning softly she pulled out and ran her fingers over her outer lips again. Parting and playing with herself as as she imagined her lover would. Reaching down she stroked part of her anus, fantasying about his tongue in every part of her, teasing her to her limits and beyond. A low hum radiated over her overheated body. She could feel her orgasm coming, building to a sweet exit. She parted her lips again, dreaming of Angel's long fingers doing just that so that he could enter her. A soft breeze flowed over her as it met hot, virginal territory. "Oh Angel," she grunted wishing she could share this with him. But she couldn't let him know she had these kind of dreams about him. She was too afraid. Afraid of what she didn't really know. Possibly of how deeply passionate and unrestrained he made her feel. Her fingers once again returned to her warm center, this time hard and focused. Her other hand joined them as it rubbed her clit while the other slid in and out of her. She tried to stay in the real world and not shout her release so her mother could hear but it was hard. Her vivid dream of Angel making love to her along with her own hands had her ready to explode. She came in wild, bucking jerks. She hissed his name again as she was overtaken by shuddering tremors. She sighed and started to come down. She was sweating and breathing heavily. She kept her eyes closed for a few more moments, afraid that opening them may release Angel from her dream. She felt sleepy and was pretty glad that something had made her tired. She languidly opened her eyes half way and saw Angel leaning against her windowsill. She bolted up on her elbow and stared in horror. "Angel!? What the hell are you doing here?"
She had no idea how long he had been there. God only knew. From the hungry look in his eye it had been long enough. "I--," But she cut him off. "You have some nerve coming in my room and watching me! Do you know peeping and voyeurism is against the law!?" She hissed the explanatory remark at him and made it sound as harsh as she could considering she was whispering.
"Sorry," he offered still watching her. Buffy sat there sweaty and flustered. How freakin' awkward was this? "Well if that's all.. thank you for shopping Buffy's Bedroom, please come again." She finished that message with a twinge of annoyance and anger as she turned and flopped back on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She tried to hide her embarrassment in her snappy retorts, hoping Angel would get the hint and leave her be. The room was still and quiet. The wind and the rustling of the trees outside her open window was all Buffy could hear. Slowly she turned. There was no discrete way to see if Angel was gone, she just had to look. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw Angel still perched on her windowsill, eyes unmoving and focused on her.
Buffy cleared her throat. "Angel? What do you think you're doing? I have to go to sleep." She tried to see his eyes but they were hidden by shadows, only his intense gaze was penetrating enough to pierce through the dark and slice into her being.
"I don't want to go Buffy. I came to see you." His sultry voice made even her heart tremor. The temperature went up another 50 degrees. It didn't help that she was still pretty hot from her earlier excursion. Fidgeting, she adjusted her pajama top and ran her hand through her hair. If she could just get him out of there so she could compose herself. Unfortunately, is didn't look like he was budging.
As a matter of fact, Buffy almost dived right out the other side of her bed when his dark, tall form moved toward her. He sat on the side of her bed causing he to scoot over a bit. He mouth was dry as a bone and she had never felt this nervous before in front him. If he sensed her humiliation he was feeding off of it. He seemed to be fully aroused over her show. Buffy closed her eyes a moment and opened them again. How long had he been watching? she wondered again.
He placed his hand on her lower leg. Even on top of her comforter, sheet and pajama pants she felt his touch like an electric shock. "I know what you want Buffy, you want me. Us. I heard you call for me. I want to please you. Let me replace your hands with mine and do what you were dreaming of. I want to make it come true." Buffy licked her dry lips. Was this happening? No, it couldn't be. Not with her mother less than 25 feet away.
"I can be quiet if you can," he said reading her mind. Buffy scoffed slightly. "That's the problem, I don't think I can."
"Try," was all he said. He reached up and took hold of the edge of the comforter that Buffy was gripping for dear life. He pulled it and the sheet down to the end of the bed. He pajama clad legs sat there still as a board. Oh god, was all Buffy could think of. Angel stood and got fully on the bed, straddling her ankles. Buffy put her hands behind her perching herself up on the palms of her hands. She watched him and tried to keep her breathing to a normal pace. He slid his hands up her legs, stopping to squeeze the tops of her thighs. She moved slightly, unable to keep still. Angel grinned knowing the effect he was having on her. He reached the top of her pants and gripped the waistband. He started to pull them down but was interrupted by her hips. His silent look instructed Buffy to raise herself up so he could pull them down. Buffy was in a passion induced daze and could only laugh at herself. He pulled them down her strong legs and off her body emptying them from his hands over the side of the bed, then he stared down at her. The main spot was still covered by her wet panties. She fought to keep herself still, the arousal was killing her.
Surprising her Angel began to remove some of his clothes. His leather jacket came first, then his shirt. His well muscled, smooth bare chest made Buffy's heart skip a beat. She had just dreamed of running her hands down that chest. She sighed happily. He crawled up her legs and placed his mouth over hers. Quickly their mouths fused together and sparked like a water dripping on a light socket. Lips, tongues, teeth and all combined in a flurry of melting kisses. He playfully bit her lip, only to lick it better. She ruthlessly sucked on his tongue like and baby on a bottle. When they parted he was breathing without shame, matching her own. He unbuttoned her pajama top and opened it up. Her bare chest was bared to him, her nipples rising to the sudden chilly air. "Oh God," he whispered as he leaned and took on into his warm mouth. "Angel!," she hissed as she grabbed his hair. Her head was thrown as she sucked her. He licked it and teased it to a harder, pinker nub. His furious lizard licks created a new wetness between Buffy's thighs and now more than ever she needed him there. Right there.
He moved over to the other one repeating his magical torture. Buffy slipped back on the bed. She wasn't able to support herself anymore as her arms went weak. Angel kissed a trail down her body and down one leg. Ending at her toes he started at her other foot and went back up. His mouth inches from her core heat her watched her writhe beneath him, pushing her pelvis up, needing him. He looked up and saw her watching him. She wordlessly begged him. Angel got off the bed and removed his pants. His erect cock emerged in front of him. Not one ounce of embarrassment crossed his face as Buffy took him all in by sight. He knew she wanted it, he knew she needed it. Positioning himself over her he pulled her panties down and away.
He parted her legs wide from her body. Pushing her knees almost to her shoulders. Buffy grabbed the headboard blushing furiously. He stared at her privacy with a steamy gaze. She never revealed herself like this to anyone and her current position was almost to much to bear. Her once covered secret stood clear and bold as fear the blatant fact of her vulnerability heightened. She sucked in huge trembling breaths as he set her ablaze with his stare. Finally his eyes captured hers and they softened. "I love you," he said simply. Tears streamed down her face as those three words said so much more. He was also thanking her for trusting herself with him. Loving her for baring her soul and everything that she was to him, sharing such a special part of her. Not just physical, but emotional as well. A journey that she welcomed him on and no one else.
He put his mouth on her and felt her immediately push up onto his lips. He ate her hungrily as she moved and wiggled. His tongue touching places her fingers once were, places she only dreamed him to be. She shut her eyes tight as she felt his tongue flick in and out of her. When he suckled her clitoris she grabbed his head and held him there. But soon the sensations overwhelmed her and she once again grabbed the headboard as she was caught up in a whirling orgasm. Jerking and bucking she finished her release. Angel moved up her and kissed, letting her taste herself. Excited beyond belief she flipped him over and landed on top of him. Not minding one bit he grabbed her hips as she positioned herself on top of him. "I love you Angel," she said, smiling down at him. Angel mirrored it back as he stroked her silky thighs. Buffy lifted herself and put him at her opening. He pushed up slightly as he felt her wetness against him. Buffy slowly pushed down, her hands braced on his stomach. Angel fought for self-control. His jaw clenching as the Demon in him clawed close to releasing himself. She sat down on him, pelvis to pelvis and began to move slowly. Angel pushed upward as she pushed downward. They met each other stroke for stroke, each one coming harder and faster. "Uh, yes, uh, uh," Buffy grunted and sighed as pace became even more frenzied.
She threw her head back and revealed a tight vein. Angel closed his eyes and fought with himself again. A sharp blinding light flashed before him as the delicious image of himself jumping up and sinking his teeth into her neck came into view. His hungry thoughts materialized images of his fangs cutting into her vein and letting the blood flow. Making love to her covered in her own blood made him extremely aroused, it was to tempting to even believe. He opened his eyes, Buffy was still pumping away on top of him, her neck now covered with her hair. His hunger decreased but his pupils still glowed yellow, the other side of him just beneath the surface. He shut his eyes again as shame came over him, what if Buffy saw? She would be scared, angry, hurt that he even let those feelings of hurting her come about. Fighting with his true self he opened his eyes and saw Buffy staring down at him.
She gave several more thrusts and stilled as she tensed into a beautiful release. Angel also came, growling roughly as he did so. Buffy came three more times before she collapsed from exhaustion. She lay next to him with her hand on his chest, fascinated by the absence of a heartbeat. Several moments passed before anyone spoke.
"It's late, I should go so I can make it home." Angel sat up and kissed her passionately for a moment before he got up and put on his pants. Buffy suddenly became modest as she pulled her pajama top up onto her shoulders and buttoned it back up. She threw the sheet over her bottom half as Angel finished with his shirt and was putting on his shoes. Buffy sat and watched. She had no experience in this department whatsoever and hoped Angel would teach her something since he had a few hundred years over her. Silence sweat the room as Angel finished dressing.
Buffy wondered what he was thinking and quickly put the blame on herself. It was me, I had no idea what I was doing. He's laughing at me. As shame crept over her body she felt tears start to form. Angel stood and faced the window. Buffy bit her lip. There was no way she wanted him to see her cry. Not now.
"Buffy, the Demon in me came very close to appearing. I almost couldn't control it, he was so strong." His voice trailed off.
Buffy pulled her pajama pants off the floor and put them on. She got out of the bed and walked over to stand behind him. "I know Angel, I felt it. He was in control, but I felt you fight him. For me. For You. For us. You won Angel."
He turned, his eyes solemn and sincere. "I'm sorry Buffy. I never wanted to hurt you, ever."
Buffy smiled and touched his face. "Don't you think I know that? Angel I know what you are. You can't change that and I can't either. Don't ever apologize." She leaned up and kissed him. Angel smiled his understanding. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" he whispered. She smiled at him again. He kissed her forehead before he went to the window. He turned and looked at her. "By the way, you were incredible. You blew my mind." Buffy blushed and even in the darkness she was worried about him seeing.
She lowered her head putting her hand up to her face shyly for a moment. "Oh come on Angel, you're embarrassing me."
No response. She looked up to find she was the only one in the room.
"Angel?" she called.
But in a whisper, he was gone.
The End
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