Fic Post
Title: Bedtime
Author: Samsom
Pairing: C/A, baby.
Summary: Angel eats in bed, but doesn't leave crumbs. Fluff.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. ME and Whedon own them.
Notes: Damnskippytoo said, and I quote, bloodfic "doesn't have to be soooo srs bsns all the time." I said, "okay." This is written for her, and dedicated to her. Set AU a year or so after the events of s3.
Warning, though: It's still bloodfic, so if this squicks you, best not read.
~~
She knew as soon as she felt the covers lift.
Smiling, she pretended she was asleep, and waited.
The bed dipped beneath his weight as he slid in behind her, moving until he was spooned against her back.
“Cordelia?” he whispered, his hand snaking up to rest on her hip.
She didn’t answer.
“Cordy,” he said again. “Don’t pretend, I know you’re awake.”
He leaned down over her and licked her earlobe.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all month, and you promised.”
She sighed at his cajoling voice and rolled half over so she could look up at him.
“Whatever happened to Mr. I’m-So-Tortured?” she sighed as he lowered his head and licked her mouth. “I kind of miss him.”
He chuckled.
“Then you shouldn’t have found that mage to anchor my soul, I guess.”
She shrugged, stifling a giggle.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” She replied as he began to peel her robe off her shoulders. He brought his nose close to her breast-bone and sniffed, palming a breast against his palm.
“Hmm, you smell like apricots and baby powder,” he sighed as he pinched her nipple.
Darting flashes of pleasure shot from her breast to down between her legs like overexcited fireflies and she bit her lip. Lovers for over a month, half that time spent in bed mapping his body, and still it wasn’t enough for her.
This vampire was hers, she thought as her brain simmered in endorphins.
He moved his head and licked the nipple he’d been pinching, and she groaned softly.
“This is not fair, bubba,” she said. “You’re trying to influence my decision.”
“You made your decision last month, remember?” He pulled her robe apart and gazed down at her naked body. “You said I could.”
She nodded, agreeing.
“I did. But since then I’ve had time to think, and I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this anymore.” she told him. “I don’t think I like the idea of you thinking of me as food.”
He reached down and lightly cupped her, feeling the string trailing from her body.
“I don’t think of you as food.” He protested, shocked. “I would never think of you that way. That’s not what this is about.”
She frowned.
“Then what is this about?” she asked, voicing her thoughts.
He moved slowly, caging her hips between his legs as he straddled her.
“This is about wanting you, every part of you.”
He moved down past her knees and gently parted her legs.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he pulled her knees up a little, shouldering his way between her thighs.
“This is about being close to you, of tasting everything you’re willing to offer me.”
He tugged on the string, and she felt it deep inside, as he pulled the tampon out of her body, tiny spasms rocking along her walls and making her want to be filled even more.
“And this has nothing to do with Darla? Did you do this with her?”
She couldn’t not ask, thinking of the books lining Giles’ library, filled with Angel’s old ideas of good times. Dead nuns, dead newlyweds, dead young women with their dresses ripped and their legs left slack.
How could she not ask?
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. The desire had cleared from his eyes as he held her gaze. The blood began to fall from her body, but he ignored it.
“Darla was dead, Cordy. Just like me. She didn’t do this once a month, her body couldn’t. Every time I bit into her, I was taking blood she stole from someone else. Just like she took the blood I stole.”
He bent down and licked lightly at her, closing his eyes momentarily. Then he opened them again and looked at her.
“You give life, and you taste like life. You taste like Cordelia Chase, and that’s what I want. You.”
He bent again and opened her with his tongue, grazing the underside of her clit. Her cunt opened like an orchid, honey and blood leaking onto his tongue.
Cordelia arched her back as she sighed.
“Okay,” she said in a voice that surrendered to him. “If you put it like that…”
He chuckled and snaked his tongue all along her clitoris, gathering up the blood that came out of her with a languidness that was at odds with her beating heart.
She didn’t want this gentleness, and twisted in his hold, trying to force him into something deeper and harsher.
He didn’t rise to her challenge, though, continuing with his feather light touches, his fingers tracing a pattern around her belly button. It was like getting tickled by a butterfly’s wings and it drove her crazy. She tried to force her pelvis up, seeking his mouth in a more meaningful way but Angel wouldn’t be led that way, chuckling as her demands got more overt.
“Angel!” She yelled, grabbing his hair in a grip that was less than loving and yanking his head up. The sight of her blood along his mouth shouldn’t have been arousing but seeing him that way forced her body into overdrive. “Eat me!”
She flushed hot pink at her own voice demanding something she never imagined saying out loud and Angel - his eyes darkened and all the humor left his face.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied. He latched onto her cunt like a newborn onto a nursing breast, and drove his tongue deep into the source of her fever.
She orgasmed, hot and tight, drove her heels into the mattress, pelvis canted up as he moved his mouth and tongue and teeth over her font, swallowing.
Swallowing her whole.
When she slumped down, tangled up in her robe, Angel moved back, easing the pressure of his mouth from her sensitive skin, and licked her delicately.
“Wow.” She breathed, eyes on the ceiling.
Angel let go of her thighs and delicately kissed her mound before looking past her breasts at her face.
“So,” he said. “Same time tomorrow night?”
She laughed a deep belly laugh that threatened to wake Fred and Connor up in their rooms.
“And I’m the vain one?” she asked him incredulously.
He climbed up her body, pulling his t-shirt over his head and lowering his sweats so his erection sprung free and nudged her.
“I’m pretty confident right now, yeah,” he replied as he entered her.
Curling her legs around his hips, she squeezed him until he groaned.
“Bet I can do better,” she teased him. He pulled back slightly and pushed further into her body.
“Let’s find out,” he challenged her. He tightened his arms around her and rolled them both over until she was straddling him.
She sank down onto him slowly, watching in pleasure as his eyes closed.
“Okay, but quietly this time. Connor complained about the noisy ‘wrestling’ at breakfast the other night. I had no words.”
She leaned over him and moved.
Behind them, the sun rose over Los Angeles behind the safety of the curtains.
~end~
Author: Samsom
Pairing: C/A, baby.
Summary: Angel eats in bed, but doesn't leave crumbs. Fluff.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. ME and Whedon own them.
Notes: Damnskippytoo said, and I quote, bloodfic "doesn't have to be soooo srs bsns all the time." I said, "okay." This is written for her, and dedicated to her. Set AU a year or so after the events of s3.
Warning, though: It's still bloodfic, so if this squicks you, best not read.
~~
She knew as soon as she felt the covers lift.
Smiling, she pretended she was asleep, and waited.
The bed dipped beneath his weight as he slid in behind her, moving until he was spooned against her back.
“Cordelia?” he whispered, his hand snaking up to rest on her hip.
She didn’t answer.
“Cordy,” he said again. “Don’t pretend, I know you’re awake.”
He leaned down over her and licked her earlobe.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all month, and you promised.”
She sighed at his cajoling voice and rolled half over so she could look up at him.
“Whatever happened to Mr. I’m-So-Tortured?” she sighed as he lowered his head and licked her mouth. “I kind of miss him.”
He chuckled.
“Then you shouldn’t have found that mage to anchor my soul, I guess.”
She shrugged, stifling a giggle.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” She replied as he began to peel her robe off her shoulders. He brought his nose close to her breast-bone and sniffed, palming a breast against his palm.
“Hmm, you smell like apricots and baby powder,” he sighed as he pinched her nipple.
Darting flashes of pleasure shot from her breast to down between her legs like overexcited fireflies and she bit her lip. Lovers for over a month, half that time spent in bed mapping his body, and still it wasn’t enough for her.
This vampire was hers, she thought as her brain simmered in endorphins.
He moved his head and licked the nipple he’d been pinching, and she groaned softly.
“This is not fair, bubba,” she said. “You’re trying to influence my decision.”
“You made your decision last month, remember?” He pulled her robe apart and gazed down at her naked body. “You said I could.”
She nodded, agreeing.
“I did. But since then I’ve had time to think, and I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this anymore.” she told him. “I don’t think I like the idea of you thinking of me as food.”
He reached down and lightly cupped her, feeling the string trailing from her body.
“I don’t think of you as food.” He protested, shocked. “I would never think of you that way. That’s not what this is about.”
She frowned.
“Then what is this about?” she asked, voicing her thoughts.
He moved slowly, caging her hips between his legs as he straddled her.
“This is about wanting you, every part of you.”
He moved down past her knees and gently parted her legs.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he pulled her knees up a little, shouldering his way between her thighs.
“This is about being close to you, of tasting everything you’re willing to offer me.”
He tugged on the string, and she felt it deep inside, as he pulled the tampon out of her body, tiny spasms rocking along her walls and making her want to be filled even more.
“And this has nothing to do with Darla? Did you do this with her?”
She couldn’t not ask, thinking of the books lining Giles’ library, filled with Angel’s old ideas of good times. Dead nuns, dead newlyweds, dead young women with their dresses ripped and their legs left slack.
How could she not ask?
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. The desire had cleared from his eyes as he held her gaze. The blood began to fall from her body, but he ignored it.
“Darla was dead, Cordy. Just like me. She didn’t do this once a month, her body couldn’t. Every time I bit into her, I was taking blood she stole from someone else. Just like she took the blood I stole.”
He bent down and licked lightly at her, closing his eyes momentarily. Then he opened them again and looked at her.
“You give life, and you taste like life. You taste like Cordelia Chase, and that’s what I want. You.”
He bent again and opened her with his tongue, grazing the underside of her clit. Her cunt opened like an orchid, honey and blood leaking onto his tongue.
Cordelia arched her back as she sighed.
“Okay,” she said in a voice that surrendered to him. “If you put it like that…”
He chuckled and snaked his tongue all along her clitoris, gathering up the blood that came out of her with a languidness that was at odds with her beating heart.
She didn’t want this gentleness, and twisted in his hold, trying to force him into something deeper and harsher.
He didn’t rise to her challenge, though, continuing with his feather light touches, his fingers tracing a pattern around her belly button. It was like getting tickled by a butterfly’s wings and it drove her crazy. She tried to force her pelvis up, seeking his mouth in a more meaningful way but Angel wouldn’t be led that way, chuckling as her demands got more overt.
“Angel!” She yelled, grabbing his hair in a grip that was less than loving and yanking his head up. The sight of her blood along his mouth shouldn’t have been arousing but seeing him that way forced her body into overdrive. “Eat me!”
She flushed hot pink at her own voice demanding something she never imagined saying out loud and Angel - his eyes darkened and all the humor left his face.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied. He latched onto her cunt like a newborn onto a nursing breast, and drove his tongue deep into the source of her fever.
She orgasmed, hot and tight, drove her heels into the mattress, pelvis canted up as he moved his mouth and tongue and teeth over her font, swallowing.
Swallowing her whole.
When she slumped down, tangled up in her robe, Angel moved back, easing the pressure of his mouth from her sensitive skin, and licked her delicately.
“Wow.” She breathed, eyes on the ceiling.
Angel let go of her thighs and delicately kissed her mound before looking past her breasts at her face.
“So,” he said. “Same time tomorrow night?”
She laughed a deep belly laugh that threatened to wake Fred and Connor up in their rooms.
“And I’m the vain one?” she asked him incredulously.
He climbed up her body, pulling his t-shirt over his head and lowering his sweats so his erection sprung free and nudged her.
“I’m pretty confident right now, yeah,” he replied as he entered her.
Curling her legs around his hips, she squeezed him until he groaned.
“Bet I can do better,” she teased him. He pulled back slightly and pushed further into her body.
“Let’s find out,” he challenged her. He tightened his arms around her and rolled them both over until she was straddling him.
She sank down onto him slowly, watching in pleasure as his eyes closed.
“Okay, but quietly this time. Connor complained about the noisy ‘wrestling’ at breakfast the other night. I had no words.”
She leaned over him and moved.
Behind them, the sun rose over Los Angeles behind the safety of the curtains.
~end~