by Sandee
RATING: NC-17 M/F Sex - lots of it! Because there NEVER can be too much smut.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are owned by Joss Whedon, WB and Mutant Enemy Productions. I'm only borrowing them and planned to return a bit more happy, but unharmed. Please don't sue. I have less than nothing. In fact, I still owe on my student loans!
SUMMARY: B/A - Angel and Buffy are looking for some "quiet" time together,
but they keep getting interrupted. No curse exists. Just happy Buffy and
Angel forever!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please send feedback. I would greatly appreciate it. Sorry
if you get this fic sent to you from a bunch of different lists.
DEDICATION: I want to thank Tink and Bree for all your help. Thanks to all
those who sent feedback on my last fic, which helped encouraged me to write
another. I'd like to say thanks to my Mom who will NEVER be allowed to read
this because she'd die if she knew this is what my Bachelor's Degree went
to!..hehehe...
Note: *italics - represent thoughts.
Buffy sat on the long dark library table with Angel standing nestled between
her thighs. Her short pink skirt crept up her thighs as Angel's strong hand
journeyed upward. Their mouths were fused together while their tongues
dueled, slipping and sliding against each other. One of Buffy's hands was
tangled in his soft chocolate brown hair, while the other grasped his firm
butt pulling Angel closer to her. When Buffy pulled away to gasp for much
needed air, Angel's mouth moved to suck at her neck. His other hand started
to undo a few of her blouse buttons so his soft lips could travel down to her
firm breasts.
"You taste so good." Angel's tongue traced the tender veins in Buffy's
delicate neck. Angel's hand crept further up her skirt and brushed her damp
panties making Buffy gasp. She began to rub her wet panties against his hand.
"Mmm. . . that feels good."
"Buffy?"
"Hmm? What Angel?"
"Do you think Giles is coming back to lock up?" Angel's hand began to slip
under the thin material of her panties and softly stroke the hot slippery
flesh that lay beneath. His erection was growing uncomfortable and he wanted
some relief soon, but was scared they might get caught.
"No, he asked me to do it for him," Buffy replied as her hips took on a life
of their own and rubbed against Angel's hand and erection that was pressing
into her thigh.
Angel delicately stroked the inner flesh of her hot slick core barely
brushing her swollen clit that begged for attention. "Good, then we can
continue without interruption," he said as he slipped the drenched panties
off of Buffy.
Buffy tingled all over. She wanted him desperately and couldn't wait any
longer. Her small hand caressed his growing bulge gently. "Why would
interruptions matter? Did you have something planned?" she smiled playfully
and tugged at his black leather belt attempting to unbuckle it.
"Well, maybe I do," Angel said as he caught Buffy's lips in a searing kiss.
They parted and Buffy went back to work on his zipper. Pulling it down
quickly, she reached in and grabbed his hard cock. Just as Buffy started to
firmly stroke Angel's hardness the library doors flew open. Both froze
instantly having no idea what to do at that exact moment.
As Giles briskly walked into the library, he was greeted with a startling
sight. Buffy had her hand in Angel's pants and they were very obviously in
the middle of something private. Giles froze while Buffy and Angel tried to
quickly reassemble themselves.
Buffy was first to talk, "Oh, Giles...umm...What are you doing here?"
Giles tried to regain his thoughts and push aside his overwhelming
embarrassment. "I needed a book on something, but right now I can't remember
what. I..needed...I needed another Watcher's Diary. I finished the one I was
reading," he stuttered, then promptly displayed the book in his hand.
"Oh," both Angel and Buffy replied at the same time.
"So, I don't need to lock up now right?" Buffy questioned Giles.
"No, I can do that."
"OK, then see ya, Giles." Buffy grabbed Angel's hand and yanked it,
practically running to leave the library. Angel was still so embarrassed he
hardly knew what was happening as Buffy rushed him out of the library. She
didn't stop running with Angel in tow until they reached the Sunnydale
Cemetery. When Buffy finally slowed she found herself standing in a secluded
part of the cemetery surrounded by trees and bushes. "Angel, that was so
close."
"Too close if you ask me. I have never been so embarrassed living or
unliving."
"I know what you mean. I almost died when he walked in." Buffy began to
giggle, "But did you see the look on Giles' face? It was priceless. He won't
be able to look me in the eye for weeks," she began to giggle even harder.
She stopped giggling when her eyes met Angel's dark hungry eyes, "What's the
matter Angel?"
Angel's mouth swooped down and captured her pink pouty lips in a hard,
bruising kiss, his mouth becoming frantic over Buffy's. Angel pulled away
just enough to let Buffy breathe. He whispered on her lips, "Buffy...I'm so
hard. I really need you." Then he groaned against her mouth as her small
hands reached out and began to stroke his hard bulge.
Buffy whispered back, "I'm so wet Angel, my thighs are sticky and I'm
throbbing for you."
"Oh, God Buffy," Angel slid to the ground bringing Buffy with him to lay in
the deep grass. He wanted to be in her tight warm body so badly he could
barely stand it. Angel lifted her skirt and lick her creamy thighs. "Baby,
where are your panties?"
"Oh, no."
"What?" he replied as he tenderly lapped at the hot wet outer flesh that
covered her tight core.
Buffy started to giggle again, "They must still be at the libr-...Oh, God!"
Angel's cool tongue delved deep searching out her tangy wetness. Buffy lost
all train of thought as her body exploded in sensation. She closed her eyes
reveling in the intense feelings running through her body and opened her
thighs wider apart. He lapped at the moisture flowing from her weeping
center. Angel licked her in little swirling motions that were driving her
crazy. Buffy ran her fingers through his hair urging him on. Her hips arched
closer to his skilled mouth as she tried to get his mouth exactly where she
ached for it. Angel finally took pity on her and sucked slowly on Buffy's
clit. He started to growl deep in his chest and the vibrations sent little
electric shock waves right into her core. Buffy felt her orgasm growing at
an intense rate, and just as Angel began to suck the little swollen nub
harder, he stopped. "Angel, why did you stop? I was almost there," she
whined opening her eyes to see what the problem was. She froze when her
hazel eyes met her mother's.
"BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS! Get up this instant. We are going home," Joyce let go
of the handful of hair she was holding on Angel's head, which she used to
pull him away from her daughter. Then glared at him. She was so angry she
couldn't speak.
Buffy did as she was told, quickly getting up and arranging her clothing back
in place. She followed her mother to the car. Buffy quickly looked back at
the stunned vampire with hurt and sorrow in her eyes, then yelled out, "I'll
see you later!" She gave him a wicked smile and waved good bye.
Angel stood there completely stunned and utterly confused. *What the Hell
just happened?* he thought. *Now what do I do?* Angel winced at the throb
radiating from his engorged cock. *I can't believe I'm about to do this.*
Angel reached down, unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. He laid back
in the grass and reached in to his tight jeans, pulling out his hard cock.
Angel groaned and began to lightly stroke his hard throbbing shaft. One big
hand pumped along his length as the other gently circled the swollen purple
tip. As his hips followed the motion his hands were creating, Angel began to
growl as his orgasm grew. His hips thrust strongly against his own hand as
his need for release grew. Angel couldn't hold back much longer and slipped
into game face. He stopped circling his velvet tip and brought the free hand
up to his mouth, biting hard into his wrist. Letting the coppery blood flow
over his tongue, Angel came with a deep growl spurting cool seed over his
hand. He grunted at the spasms of pleasure that rolled through his tense
body, relaxing it. He laid on the cool grass motionless for a while trying
to gather his strength to look for Buffy and see if she was all right.
Buffy slid into the back seat of her mother's black jeep. "Mom, how could you
do that? Why were you there anyway?"
Joyce turned to look at Buffy, "I do not have to answer you young lady, but
just so you know I was looking for you because you were late coming home from
patrol. I got scared and worried. And another thing that was totally
inappropriate behavior. When we get home you are to go directly to you
bedroom. I do not want to hear another thing from you until I've calmed down
tomorrow morning at breakfast. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, but- . . ."
"I told you I didn't want to hear another thing from you, Buffy. DON'T test
me tonight!"
Buffy sat quietly in her seat. Thinking about Angel, the wetness and the
throbbing between her legs. She winced at every bump the car took putting
more pressure on her already aroused flesh. Joyce pulled into the driveway,
repeating her orders to Buffy and sent her marching to the front door. Buffy
yanked it open, slamming it shut right before her mother could walk in.
Joyce fumed as she opened the door and looked up the stairs, "I don't
appreciate your attitude and you better not come out of that room at all.
Where the Hell are your underpants?"
Buffy slammed her bedroom door shut and flopped on her bed. *I need to calm
down. Deep breaths. I need to take deep breaths,* she repeated to herself
over and over. Buffy laid on her bed trying to follow her own advice.
Breathing deeply, the ache the that been present since the start of the
evening still radiated through her. Her tight core ached for Angel's
hardness, and she wanted to feel his weight on her. She wanted to feel her
hard nipples rubbing against his smooth muscular chest and his thick cock
filling her tight slippery passage.
The more Buffy thought about Angel, the worse the ache became. She finally
decided to ease the ache herself. Quickly, Buffy undid the buttons to her
flimsy blue blouse and began to massage her breasts pretending they were
Angel's talented strong hands. She began rubbing her nipples, softly making
them peak in to hard buds peeking through her lacy bra. The lace was a little
rough and felt wonderful against her smooth flesh. Buffy continued to stroke
her breasts while her other hand skimmed down her firm stomach to find the
source of the ache. The tiny hand dove beneath the little skirt searching for
her slit. Buffy's fingers stroked the delicate aroused flesh in the little
swirly patterns mimicking Angel's tongue earlier that night Her orgasm
built with each swirl of her fingers in the wetness. Buffy could feel the
tension building along with the orgasm she had wanted all night. Her hand
began stroking her clit in a rapid side to side stroke and her hips thrust
off the bed; she was so close.
Buffy gasped when she felt another hand on her own and froze. She looked up
in shock at the owner of the cool hand. "God, Angel. You scared the shit
out of me," she whispered.
"I'm sorry...You just looked so good... I wanted to help," he smirked at her
his eyes flashing his arousal.
Buffy playfully hit him. "Then hurry up. I need a little... well, in your
case a lot of relief here." She flashed him a mischievous smile. Angel laid
next to Buffy on the bed. Bringing his lips closer to hers gently brushing
his lips to hers. They kissed like this for a while, until Buffy moaned
loudly.
"Buffy what are you doing?" Joyce questioned as she went to push open her
daughter's door, but found it locked. "Buffy open this door NOW!"
Angel and Buffy froze, then Buffy pushed Angel off of her. "Oh, crap! My
Mom...hide in the closet." Angel hid as Buffy straightened her clothing again
and buttoned her
shirt back up.
The door flew open, "Nothing, what do you want!?"
"I heard some weird noises coming from your room and thought something might
be wrong."
"I'm fine and now I'm going to bed! I'll see you tomorrow for my lecture at
breakfast." With that Buffy shut the door and locked it again. Angel peeked
out of the closet. "It's safe. Come on out," Buffy said exasperated. Angel
emerged from the closet and Buffy surveyed the handsome sight. He was
gorgeous, and his arousal evident, bulging underneath the tight fabric of his
jeans. Buffy wanted him so badly. She had been interrupted too many times
tonight and didn't think she could take anymore. "Angel, we have to find a
quiet place. I can't take anymore interruptions."
"Neither can I. I'm about to burst. Let's go to my apartment."
"Finally! Some place quiet where we can be loud," she giggled.
They practically ran hand-in-hand all the way to Angel's apartment. Angel had
slowed, placing a searing kiss against Buffy's mouth, teasing her lips with
his own. His tongue demanded entry into her warm mouth to dance with hers.
They parted briefly to round the corner to his apartment door and froze.
Whistler was pacing back and forth in front of the door with a duffel bag in
hand. Buffy and Angel looked at each other, dumbfounded at the display.
They could hear him mumbling, "Dammit, Angel. I come to visit and you're not
home. I'm tired of waiting out here. I'll just wait inside." Whistler
kicked the door open and walked in. "Now, that's better. I'll just go make
myself at home and wait."
Angel backed Buffy up and out of earshot. "We are leaving." He dragged her
away from the
building as he ranted. "I can't believe this! You've got to be kidding!
All I want is a little intimate time with the love of my unlife and this is
what happens." It was Buffy's turn to be in tow. She had no idea where Angel
was taking her. They just kept walking while he continued to rant. "I don't
ask for much. Do I? No, I don't. I want a little time and look what
happens."
"Uh, Angel? Where are we going?"
He stopped suddenly and threw up his hands. "I have no clue!" he said,
looking around. They were now standing in front of the abandoned church
Spike tried to take his strength for Drusilla and where they fought the Order
of Taraka. Angel felt a cold shiver run through his body.
Buffy watched him replay the bad memories. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry," she said,
wrapping her arms around his waist trying to comfort him. Angel wrapped his
arms around Buffy also, and they stayed that way until she pulled away. "You
trust me right?"
"Of course I trust you. I love you more than I will every be able to express
to you."
"I love you too," she smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his mouth. Buffy then
tugged Angel up the stairs and into the church.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Buffy."
"Sure it is. We have bad memories of this place, so lets replace them with
some good ones," she giggled and smiled wickedly up at him. Buffy lead Angel
into the chapel to the back pew. She pushed him down on the back bench and
removed her shirt, throwing it onto the next bench.
Angel's eyes widened. "Buffy isn't this sacrilegious?"
"I don't think so. It's no longer in use and besides we finally have a quiet
place," she giggled and sat next to him. Her tiny hand started to unbutton
his black shirt. Each button she unfastened her mouth followed kissing the
smooth satiny skin beneath. Buffy moved to straddle him as he sat enjoying
being ravaged by his petite lover. Her hands caressed his nipples as her
mouth sucked at his neck. Her hips squirmed, pressing down on his growing
erection looking for the relief she craved all night. Angel pressed his
aroused cock up towards Buffy's hot center.
Reaching behind Buffy, Angel unfastened her lacy bra and slowly slid it down
her lean arms. His hands immediately cupped her firm breasts, while stoking
her rosy nipples with his thumbs. He watched them form little hard buds and
couldn't resist tasting them any longer. Angel's cool tongue flicked over
each bud a few times before capturing one in his mouth drawing on it gently.
"Mmm . . . that feels so good. . .Harder," she demanded. Angel did as she
wished. Buffy could feel the wetness start to flow in her core. His cool
mouth was sending little electric tingles to it. Angel started to purr deep
in his chest and Buffy's tummy felt as though it had butterflies and her
breathing became erratic. She loved that feeling and only he could provide
it. She winced when he let her soft breast go only to be satisfied when he
latched on to the other one. Her tiny hand ran threw his soft brown hair,
holding his head close as her fingernails of the other traced his tattoo.
"Buffy?"
"Yes,. . .Angel?"
"I need to get out of these pants."
Buffy was more then happy to help. She shifted her position off his lap as he
kicked his shoes and socks off. Buffy helped to unzip his tight jeans and
push them and his boxers off his firm body. Her blonde head ducked down to
capture his thick shaft in her warm wet mouth. She began to suck gently.
Angel's eyes rolled back in his head and his purr became more of a deep
rumbling growl. Buffy become even more aroused and her core started to throb
rhythmically. He could smell her arousal and it was driving him crazy. He
couldn't take it anymore. Angel reached out and slowed Buffy's bobbing head
to still it and pull her off of him.
"Why did you do that," she whined disappointedly.
"Because you have way too many clothes on," and slid his hands into the
waistband of her skirt and pulled it down. "You still aren't wearing any
panties?"
She giggled. "Nope." Buffy gasped as his cool hand caressed her inflamed
body.
All he could do was smile and say, "I love you," right before he captured her
lips and kissed her deeply, while continuously stroking her body and laying
her down on the hard bench. Buffy shifted slightly to get comfortable. She
draped her leg over the back of the bench giving Angel more room to maneuver.
His tongue fiercely probed her mouth playing with hers. Angel rubbed his
hard shaft over Buffy's slit making her hips arch for more. "Angel . . .
I've . . . been waiting . . .all night . . . stop teasing," she gasped,
flushed with desire.
"OK, baby."
Angel shifted his hips slightly and positioned his cock at her wet entrance.
He thrusted in a solid motion, groaning at the pleasure her body contained.
Angel was completely surrounded by her tight slick vaginal walls, then held
still waiting for Buffy's slim body to accommodate his thick size.
Buffy could feel Angel's thick shaft at her dripping core. She could feel
the head nudging to enter her body, then felt him thrust slowly as her body
stretched until he was completely encased in her scalding sheath. Buffy felt
Angel still for a few seconds waiting for her to be ready. She felt his hips
flex and begin to move.
"Wait," she gasped. "Hold still for a minute."
He did as she asked, but it was difficult. Buffy loved the feeling he
created in her body. She felt full and complete when her body surrounded his.
She clenched her strong muscles around his hard cock making him growl at
her. She giggled, then gasped as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her
tight channel. Her hips worked to meet his in a rhythmic pattern their bodies
and needs set. Angel glided in and out of her slippery core. Thrusting
faster and faster, Angel could feel their bodies became more frantic. He was
loosing all control and slipped into game face. He could feel her body
tensing under his making her tight wall grip him even stronger.
Buffy could feel the pleasure radiating from deep in her womb. The more Angel
thrusted, the stronger it became. She could feel his thick cock rubbing her
swollen clit as it slipped in and out of her pulsating core. It felt so good.
She had wanted this all night. Her hips arched to met his, and she pulled
the free leg up higher to rest around his hip to let him slip deep inside her
tight sheath. She felt like he was touching her soul he was so deep, and she
loved it. Her body tensed rapidly with the growing orgasm.
Angel thrust hard using the armrest of the bench to push off from with his
lean strong legs. Buffy's fingers gripped his strong butt, digging her nails
into his flesh she drew blood as she tried to push his body into her. Her
body couldn't take it anymore and exploded. Angel's incisors pierced Buffy's
delicate neck letting the sweet rich blood flow into his waiting mouth and
began to suck. Her orgasm struck with such forced she almost bucked Angel
right off of her. Her vaginal muscles rippled gripping and clenching his
hardness so strongly it triggered Angel's orgasm as well. His balls tightened
and he felt the tension explode out of his body as he spilled his cool seed
into Buffy's hot core.
Completely sated neither of them wanted to move. Their bodies still joined,
they lay there enjoying the closeness and bliss of being together. Angel was
the first to move slightly to brush his lips to hers. She smiled up at him,
stroking his beautiful face.
"See, I was right."
"Right? Right about what?"
"Now you have good memories, and we finally weren't interrupted," she said as
their lips met again, gently kissing. Suddenly they froze.
Someone was coming.
Angel groaned. "Enough already!"
The End!!