AUTHOR: Lady Raven
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel and Snyder belong to Joss Whedon, although he doesn't deserve them. The title comes from a song performed by Dean Martin (hey, this is the stuff you have to listen to when your car radio only plays AM stations!).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First, Chateau Marmont is a real place in LA, named by David as his idea of where Angel would go for a date in an early interview.
Second, this is a companion story to 'A night with Friends', and expands on Buffy's contribution to the 'Wildest place to do the wild thing' contest. Being such a Buffy/Angel fan, this is probably the only one I will ever write. HOWEVER if you would like to have a go at writing stories about the others, be my guest! Just ask me first, so there isn't more than one person doing the same story. Just to remind you, the entries are Willow/Oz (recording studio) Willow/Oz (roof of the Bronze) Xander/Cordelia (the couch in Giles' office) Cordelia/other (Chase swimming pool) Cordelia/other (Sunnydale High football field). Angelus/Darla (throne of England) has been taken. E-mail me!
"Buffy, what are we doing here?"
"All things come to he who waits, love."
"You've been hanging out with Giles too much lately."
Buffy just smiled and turned the spare key Giles had given her almost two years ago, in the entrance to the school nearest the library. As Angel followed her through the door, Buffy cast a quick look around, and crept to the corner to look towards the door to the library. Buffy was almost sure Giles wasn't there-she could feel it-but it never hurt to be sure.
Buffy took Angel's hand in hers as she led him on the route she knew by heart, to their destination. She could see the puzzlement on Angel's face as she opened the office door. "I'm surprised the little troll doesn't lock it" she muttered.
Angel frowned as he picked up the nameplate on the desk "Peter Snyder" he read aloud softly. Angel tried to remember why that name seemed familiar.
Then it hit him, and Angel got a sinking feeling as he put the nameplate down.
"Buffy" he said hoarsely, "what are we doing in your Principal's office?"
"Simple, love" he heard Buffy say from behind him. "Snyder's had me in his office once a week at least ever since he was forced to let me back into school. I want to have at least one good memory of this office before I leave."
Angel turned around and said "Buffy, I don't think-"
Then his jaw dropped almost down to his chest, while another part of him rose.
Buffy's voice had covered the sound of her dress being unzipped, and now she stood before him in nothing but blood red satin and lace.
Angel's eyes were immediately drawn to the push-up bra, the satin cups cradling Buffy's breasts and lifting them so they rose so high above the wide band of lace edging, that Angel swore he could see her nipples. The straps were lace as well and as Angel watched, Buffy slid a strap just off her shoulder.
She strode towards him on her red satin four-inch heels, and slid her hands up his chest so that she could push his jacket off his shoulders to plop on the floor. Angel meekly let her, completely transfixed by the captivating picture his lover made. As she briskly unbuttoned his shirt, eager to get to his skin, Angel gathered what was left of his thoughts and said "Buffy, we really shouldn't..."
Buffy had his shirt open to the waist by now, and as she pulled it out of his pants, she reminded him "You did say we could do anything I wanted for our anniversary." Angel couldn't stop his gaze drifting down over her taut stomach to her underwear. More red satin barely covered her curls, and rest was only lace.
"Yeah, but I was thinking more along the lines of taking you to LA for dinner and dancing. Maybe at Chateau Marmont?" Angel replied, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
Actually, it was what he'd had tentatively planned for the first anniversary of the night they met. However that night fell in early February, about three weeks after Buffy's seventeenth birthday, so by the time their first anniversary had come, fate had changed their plans dramatically.
Buffy had unbuckled his belt, and Angel mustered his reserves for one last protest. "Buffy..."
"An-gel" Buffy whispered in his ear.
Angel gave a low snarl and yanked her closer so he could kiss her thoroughly. Beneath his lips he felt Buffy smile. She knew damn well that whenever she whispered or moaned his name in a certain way, it gave him an instant hard on. Not to mention the way he'd never been able to resist her in any shade of blood red.
Angel slid a leg between hers, and Buffy rubbed herself against it. He could feel her dampness on his leg, through her underwear and the fabric of his pants, and grinned as they broke apart. He wasn't the only one with impulses to uncontrollable lust in this relationship. "The desk is a bit too messy, don't you think?"
"I thought of that," Buffy said, leading him to the big gray chair. As she turned around, Angel saw the back consisted of nothing but two strings of red lace, and groaned at the sight of her firm pale ass.
Buffy grinned again as she gently pushed Angel to sit in the chair and knelt at his feet to pull off his boots and socks. Angel rested his arms on the armrests, smiling at her efficiency.
Buffy let her gaze rest pointedly on the prominent bulge in Angel's pants, and left it there until Angel moved a hand to his fly. Buffy quickly caught his hand and put it back on the armrest.
"Damn it, Buffy" Angel growled, sure that his zipper was going to break if she didn't do something soon.
"Relax, Angel."
"With you dressed like that?" Angel half-growled.
Taking pity on him, Buffy quickly unbuttoned his pants, then drew down his straining zipper. She tugged his pants off, taking his black silk boxers too, as Angel lifted his hips to help her. Buffy rested her hand, palm flat, on Angel's chest just below the collarbone and slowly traced down his chest and over his stomach, until her hand rested just above his groin.
Then Buffy looked into Angel's eyes and gave her most seductive smile as she wrapped her hand around his cock, so hard it was almost pulsating, and lowered her head to take it in her mouth.
Angel growled as he felt her warm, wet mouth surround his cock. Buffy sucked on the head for a few seconds before gradually taking more of it in her mouth, then repeating the action and going deeper down his erection again and again until she was taking as much of his shaft as possible.
Angel moaned and wove his fingers through her hair as she sucked. Then Buffy lifted her head, running her tongue up his shaft as she went, until only the head remained in her mouth. She sucked hard for a few seconds, then gently bit down. Angel shouted and his hips bucked violently upwards. Buffy rolled her eyes towards him and raised her eyebrows in inquiry.
Angel panted as he grinned sheepishly and said, "If I was mortal, I would have come right then."
Buffy released his cock, then smiled sweetly and told him "This is your anniversary too, you know."
Angel ran his fingers through her hair and asked "Are you sure?"
"I don't mind. As long as you realize you'll have to be ready for action again really soon."
"I'll be ready for you anytime" Angel smiled.
Buffy's eyes sparkled mischievously as her mouth hovered over his erection, aching for her, and she asked "Any preferences?"
Angel felt her warm breath on his cock, wet from her mouth, and closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he groaned "Suck it, then use your teeth again."
Buffy eagerly bent to her work, and after a few seconds Angel felt her teeth dig into him. Angel snarled as he let his game face come and he bit into his wrist. When the first taste of blood hit his throat, he pushed his hips up and let himself come in Buffy's mouth.
After he'd finished, Buffy licked her lips and crawled into his lap. She kissed him and slid her arms around his neck. "You taste even better than chocolate" she told him.
"Wow. How big a compliment can you get?"
They both laughed, then Buffy looked into his eyes and asked "Do you love me?"
Angel was about to reply 'Of course' vehemently, then realized why she asked. In some ways, Buffy still hadn't recovered from the time his curse had broken. Sometimes, when she was feeling vulnerable or after some intimate moment between them, she needed reassurance.
He brushed a strand of golden blonde hair back behind her ear, and gazed into her eyes as he told her quietly "I love you more than anything or anyone in my whole life." He kissed her and said, "My heart is yours." He lowered his head and kissed her chest, just above her heart. "My soul is yours." Then Angel smiled and added "and you can have my body whenever you want it, too."
Buffy laughed softly and kissed him. She felt Angel shift into game face and ran her tongue across one of his fangs, cutting it. Angel sucked on her tongue, swallowing her blood and he hardened again.
"This thing with you and blood can be handy sometimes" Buffy giggled. She slid off his lap, Angel keeping his hands on her hips for as long as he could. Buffy smiled as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it on the desk.
She turned her back to him and slowly eased the lace down. As she drew the garment down her legs, she bent at the waist and she heard Angel groan at the view. She turned her head, grinned, and wiggled her hips. Angel reached for her but she'd stepped just out of his grasp, and she finished stripping and straightened up unmolested.
The thong joined her bra on the desk, and she was about to kick off her shoes when Angel looked at her appealingly and said, "Leave them on."
Buffy grinned back and slowly straddled Angel, carefully working her legs through the gaps in the armrests. She braced her hands on the armrests and slowly lifted herself up. Angel gripped her hips and guided her onto his hard shaft. Buffy moaned as she felt him inside her, felt him fill the empty place inside that always longed for him-only for him.
Angel pushed back with his feet and rocked the chair backward. Now, the high heels enabled Buffy to reach the floor, and she pushed hard off the floor rocking the chair forward. They both moaned at the sensation and locked gazes. The same idea hit them both at the same time and they smiled.
Slowly they started to rock the chair back and forth, the faster and harder until the chair was slamming in each direction on the pole that supported the seat. As he felt Buffy's body start to vibrate, Angel reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit.
Buffy immediately came, convulsing around him. The feel of her core clenching and releasing his erection was more than Angel could stand. He bent her back over his arms, wrapped around her, and bit into the vein above her heart. Buffy came again, and screamed as she pushed the chair back violently in her climax.
They were both so occupied, and Buffy screamed so loudly, that they missed the loud crack the chair gave.
Angel rested his head between her breasts and sighed as they came back to reality.
"I suppose we should leave now," Buffy said reluctantly.
"I suppose" Angel sighed and stood up, bringing Buffy with him. Buffy slowly lowered her legs and slid off and down his body. Buffy and Angel slowly helped each other dress, dropping kisses on pieces of exposed skin before it was covered. As he zipped up Buffy's dress, Angel looked at the desk clock and told her "It's past midnight now. Happy anniversary."
Buffy slid her arms around Angel's waist and kissed him. "Happy anniversary."
As they left the office, Angel remarked "You know, I still have those reservations at Chateau Marmont. If I come by and pick you up right after sunset, we could make it in time for dinner."
"We could indeed." Buffy smiled and added, "Mom's away for the weekend, so we could stay the night."
"Oh, yes, we could too" Angel replied innocently.
* * * * *
First thing Monday morning, Buffy was summoned to Snyder's office. She smiled as she entered and Snyder glared at her suspiciously. He had no way of knowing that Buffy was still feeling the afterglow bestowed by a weekend of sleeping all morning, shopping all afternoon, and making love to Angel all night.
He waved her to the seat before the desk, and sat in his own. He tilted the chair back and dropped further back than he intended. Right onto the floor, actually.
Buffy's eyes opened wide and her mouth shut tightly. She gulped hard and said quickly "You shouldn't move Mr. Snyder, you might be hurt. I'll go fetch Nurse Creely."
Buffy rushed out of the room, ignoring Snyder's sputtering. After telling his secretary to call the nurse, she ran full tilt to the library, where she burst through the doors and flung herself into a chair.
Giles stared at her bemused as the Slayer burst out laughing and kept laughing for the next five minutes. All he could make out was 'Snyder' 'chair' and 'two good memories'.
THE END
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