BtVS adult fic: Summer Days
Title: Summer Days
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: Okay, if I owned them it’s entirely possible this would have happened instead of that thing we call the second half of S2 onward.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it can have it as long as they’ve told me where.
Summary: This kinda follows up my Prophecy Girl rewrite, but you don’t have to read that to follow this. Basically this is almost a PWP, definitely CWC and takes place in the summer between S1 and S2. It assumes Buffy and Angel were together at the end of S1
Rating: This is most definitely NC-17.
Notes: Okay, I know the letters are crummy as both real letters and as plot thingys. I suck at writing letters to people so I think that came across all too well in this fic but there’s little I can do about it. Second, this is a smutfic, completely fluffy, and I honestly think it’s kinda verging on badfic. It wouldn’t leave me alone so I wrote it but . . . Well, I’ll let you decide. Oh yeah, ~~~ indicates the beginning and end of a letter.
Feedback: Okay, I really do need to know what people think of this. I mean, I’ve done smut before but this is like epic smut for me so be gentle but let me know if I’ve screwed up. scwlc@yahoo.ca
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“Buffy, are you sure about this?” Angel asked.
His lover smiled and dropped her bag on the floor before wrapping her arms around him. “Yes I’m sure. I told Mom I’m staying at Willow’s, Willow knows I’m staying here and her parents are out of town. We have all night and most of tomorrow. I just have to be home by three when Dad comes to pick me up.” She lifted her face up and looked at him expectantly. “Now kiss me.”
“Gladly,” he replied. He kissed her but pulled away before it could deepen. Buffy whined as he did so, prompting a chuckle. “Easy. We’ll get to that later.” He smiled at her. “I wanted to take you out on a real date at least once before you left.”
Buffy smiled happily and asked, “Oo! What are we doing? Where are we going?” Then her smile turned to a frown and she said, “But I don’t have any date clothes, you didn’t tell me about this-“ He kissed her again. When he felt she had calmed sufficiently he decided to keep kissing her for a couple more minutes because it was so nice. She was the one to pull away. “I trust you have a plan to deal with my lack of clothes,” she said.
“I do.” Angel took her hand and led her to his bedroom where his first surprise of the evening was laid out on his bed. It was a full length, sleeveless, red silk dress with a slit up to the thigh and a high neck that buttoned closed leaving an opening through which the tops of the wearer’s breasts could be seen. Buffy squealed at the sight, squealed again when she saw the matching red shoes and leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I love you,” she said before she kissed him. Then she began to shove him out of the bedroom. “Shoo! I have to go make myself all pretty,” she said.
Angel chuckled. “Can’t be done.”
“Hey!” She turned around and glared at him.
He smiled at her. “You’re unbelievably beautiful as it is. Anything else is completely unnecessary.”
“Oh Angel,” she said. She started to toward him, but before they could kiss again she veered off to grab her bag from its place by the door and vanished into the bedroom again. Angel took the time to change into a wine red velvet shirt and black slacks. He then stood and fidgeted in his living room waiting for her to make her appearance. He was trying to read when he heard Buffy clear her throat.
The dress accented her slenderness and the long skirt swirled and flared around her legs. Her hair was up and it showed off the high collar of the outfit. Angel’s eyes were immediately drawn to the red covering her slender neck and silently cursed and congratulated himself. The evening was going to be hell as he waited for his first chance to get her out of the dress. He realised she was waiting for him to say something. “I . . . uh . . .” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She noticed, looked down and giggled.
“Yay me,” she said. “Now get your mind out of the gutter and get on with my surprise date,” she ordered him. Angel shook himself out of his daze and led her out to his car. They chatted about school, friends and slaying on the drive. Angel parked and took Buffy to the most exclusive restaurant in Sunnydale. Buffy looked around eagerly and gave him a brilliant smile. “You didn’t have to do this Angel,” she told him. “But since you have, I have to do this.” She pulled him down into a fiery kiss.
When they pulled apart Angel gave her that half-smile that always made her heart skip a beat and said, “You have to stop that or we’ll never get done with supper.”
“Maybe I don’t want dinner,” she said trying to sound seductive. The moment was ruined by a slight grumble from her stomach. Unheard by any but Angel and her, it was still enough to provoke another half smile from him and Buffy flushed, burying herself in reading her menu. When she finally poked her head up Angel was waiting with a single red rose in his hand.
He handed it to her. “A rose for the most beautiful woman here tonight,” he said.
“You know, even though I adore the special treatment, I’m already yours,” Buffy told him, gesturing to the clauddagh ring she always wore. “I wouldn’t wear a wedding ring if I wasn’t.”
His eyebrows shot up. “How did you-“ she interrupted him.
“Find out that this is a clauddagh ring and that it used to be used as a wedding ring?” she asked him. He nodded. She grinned at him. “I was training with Giles and he mentioned that he’d noticed the ring and asked me if you’d given it to me. I told him yes and he asked to look at it closer.” She shrugged. “He went all quiet while he looked at it then asked me what you’d said it was. I told him and he said, and I quote,” she dropped into a fair imitation of her watcher, “‘Well I suppose that’s true as far as such things go but . . . oh dear . . . I hadn’t realised things had gone this far. It’s a wedding ring Buffy’.”
Angel was looking a little green as she spoke and when she finished he hastily began to reply. “I didn’t . . . I mean, I don’t want to pressure you,” he said somewhat frantic. “I love you and I do want to . . . that is, if you ever wanted to. But you’re young and you might want . . .” He trailed off and looked at her pleadingly. “I love you.”
Buffy was about to reply when the waiter came and asked for their orders. Angel ordered a curry and Buffy a something with chicken that she couldn’t pronounce the name of but looked nice. All the while Angel was looking at her anxiously and clearly trying not to fidget. Finally she had mercy on him and said, “I love you too and I’m not angry. I think it’s sweet.” She giggled as he seemed to collapse in relief.
“Is something funny?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bringing herself under control Buffy replied, “Not a thing.” She ruined that statement by snorting slightly with suppressed laughter
The rest of their stay in the restaurant was uneventful, although romantic, and the two drove back to Angel’s apartment. Buffy was silent as she worked out some of the finer details for her plan for the evening. Angel was silent because Buffy was. He was also becoming more nervous by the second that she had changed her mind and was upset over his gift of a clauddagh.
When they arrived at the apartment, Angel’s fears dissipated as Buffy assaulted him with kisses the moment they were through the door. Aggressively she ran her tongue over his lips, demanding entrance, an invitation Angel was happy to give her. He relaxed and let his hands wander over her body and down to cup her ass as she wriggled against him. Buffy moaned into his mouth when he squeezed, encouraging him to pull her closer.
Buffy waited until she could feel Angel’s erection through his pants and he was grinding against her to pull away. They had made it to his bed and she slipped off him and began to move away. His hands shot out and pulled her back down and Buffy felt him quickly tugging the zipper of her dress down. Regretfully she pulled away again. She had a plan dammit! Angel looked at her, confused. “I’ll be right back,” she promised. He pouted at her. Buffy laughed at him, it was so cute, “You’ll like it,” she told him. “I promise.” Angel just growled irritably and watched her expectantly.
She vanished into the bathroom leaving Angel confused, horny and more than a little annoyed. At first he just waited, but finally the wait got too much and he peeled off his clothes before lying back down. She took so long that Angel’s erection began to relax. He was just about to get up and bang on the bathroom door when she reappeared. His hard-on returned and then some. Buffy was dressed in a blood red corset with a short skirt that hid nothing. As she turned around Angel groaned at the sight of the fabric gathered at the back that resembled nothing so much as a bustle. “You like?” she asked.
“Where did you get that?” Angel asked as he walked over to her. “You look . . .” he searched for words, found none, and dragged her over to the bed where he started to unlace the corset.
Buffy didn’t help by straddling his lap and sucking on his neck. She stopped her ministrations only to slide her hands over him, catching his nipples on her fingernails. “I picked it up at this nice little store on Main Street,” she informed him. “I just wanted something red but the saleslady said it made my breasts look bigger.”
Angel paused, “She was right,” he said, then left off unlacing to kiss the tops of her breasts, and nip at the valley between. He was gratified when she gasped and stopped teasing him to pull his head closer. He felt her fingers thread through his hair and purred at the way her fingers massaged his scalp. He’d never found it particularly erotic before Buffy and he doubted he would find it so from anyone else.
“Are you saying my breasts are too small?” she asked between breathy moans.
There was a pause as the vampire searched for a right answer. Finding none he simply plunged two fingers into the wetness he could scent and firmly pressed his thumb against her clit. Buffy was distracted, as he’d hoped, and began to rock against his hand and pulled him into a kiss. Soon her movement became more demanding and she shattered into her first orgasm of the evening. While Buffy recovered, settled against him, Angel finished the job of unlacing and removing the corset.
He had just deposited it on the floor beside the bed when Buffy perked up and tackled him to the mattress. She began nibbling her way over his chest and soon her mouth found its way to the coarse hair over his throbbing hard-on. Angel gulped and asked, “What are you doing?” convinced she couldn’t be about to do what he was hoping she was about to do.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Buffy asked him with a mischievous smile. Before he could answer that her head bent down and Angel’s eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation of her lips closing around the head of his cock. She sucked briefly then began placing small kisses along his length. Angel whimpered and felt fire streaking along his nerve endings. He hadn’t been pleasured like this since he was last with Darla, close to a century before.
Abruptly her mouth was removed and Angel whined in protest before he felt her hand replace her mouth and begin steadily pumping his erection. He opened his eyes in time to see her slide up his body looking like the predator she was and his hips began to buck more urgently into her hand. “Buffy,” he gasped.
She just smirked at him and gracefully settled herself against him, her hand still sliding up and down making Angel groan in pleasure. “I read in Cosmo that you should say stuff when you’re with a guy,” she whispered into his ear, “Stuff like how much it turns me on when you’re all helpless and whimpery while I’m touching you like this.” Buffy watched with a widening smile as Angel gripped the sheets underneath him. “Or how sexy you look when I’ve got my mouth on your cock and you’re totally helpless. It’s really hot.”
Moving back down his body Buffy decided to try her mouth on him again. It wasn’t something they’d done yet, but then, they hadn’t been sleeping together for long and she wanted to give him a sort of present before she left. So, taking in mind the advice she and Willow had dug up, Buffy sucked his penis into her mouth and began moving her head up and down trying to take in a little more with each downstroke. She felt Angel slide his fingers into her hair and he began to chant her name in time with her strokes. Soon it was hitting the back of her throat and Buffy, although she had read the theory, decided she had gone down quite far enough for her first time at this thank you very much. Instead she started to concentrate on sucking harder and ignored the growing ache between her own thighs.
Suddenly, Angel’s hips slammed up and he shouted as he came, spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, trying not to taste, and looked up to see Angel’s eyes had nearly turned black with desire. He tugged her up, rolled her beneath him and simply slid into her. Buffy shrieked as he stretched her, rolling his hips just so and quickly threw her into another climax. Her clenching inner muscles finished him off despite having come shortly before and they lay together cuddling in the aftermath.
“I love you,” Angel whispered into her hair.
Buffy reached up, kissed him, and then snuggled back in against him. “Love you,” she yawned back. They fell asleep entwined.
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A couple days after Buffy left with her father for LA, Angel opened his door to find an envelope sitting on his doorstep with his name written on it. When he picked it up, his sensitive nose picked up Buffy’s scent lightly clinging to the paper and he promptly revised his plans and went back in with it. He sat down and eagerly tore open the envelope and was rewarded with a letter from Buffy.
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Dear Angel,
How are you? I sent this along with Willow’s letter so she’ll just give it to you. That way Dad won’t get all curious about who I’m sending stuff to. Are the vamps behaving back home? I haven’t run into one yet, which is really great because it means I’ve been able to go shopping without being interrupted. I’ve picked up some really cute boots and some earrings that will go great with the dress that you bought me.
Dad is taking me to the rink later this week and I can’t wait to go skating again. Do you skate? I would love to go skating with you sometime. It would be romantic and we could have hot chocolate and stuff. Do you drink hot chocolate? Anyhow, I can’t wait to feel the ice under my skates again. I really miss skating. I even used to take lessons. My coach once said that I could be a competitive skater. I guess it’s too late for that now.
But enough moroseness. Is that a word? I just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you. A lot. Sometimes I have these dreams where you come in through my window and wake me up by kissing me. Then we make love. It’s always really hot and steamy sex too. The kind of stuff you read about in romance novels. Not that I read romance novels, but I’ve heard about them anyway. Still, no romance novel could ever do you justice and I’m just counting the minutes until I see you again at the end of the summer.
Anyhow, if you want to send me a letter, give it to Willow and she’ll send it for you. I just don’t want Dad prying into my relationship. I don’t think he could handle the idea that my boyfriend is like a couple hundred years older than he is. It suits me just fine though. It means I’ve got a boyfriend who’s mature and has lots of experience. Wink wink.
I miss you so much,
Buffy
PS Write to me!!
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Angel put the letter down and smiled. Then he went to his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and began to write.
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Dear Buffy,
Your deviousness never ceases to impress me. Sunnydale seems so lonely without you here to brighten my nights. Giles’ company is hardly a replacement for your humour and kindness. I even find myself missing the way you seem to misunderstand and mishear every other word from Giles and my mouths.
I have yet to see a single vampire while on patrol, but it’s only been a short time since you defeated the Master so they may yet come out of hiding. I watched Giles, Willow and Xander consecrate the ground where they buried the Master’s remains. Xander seemed inordinately pleased to be wearing the robes for the ritual. Are you entirely certain that boy is completely all right in the head?
No, I have never skated. It wasn’t a popular pastime in Ireland when I was younger, and as a vampire I never found the notion of skating around in the dark on a pond likely to break under my weight particularly appealing. If you want to however, sometime I might be convinced to go skating with you. Especially if you love it so much. I hope you enjoy shopping and don’t do too much damage to your father’s credit cards.
I’ve been having dreams too. I dreamt of you dressed in those tiny skirts you like to wear on patrol and a tight shirt. You were fighting a vampire and with every roundhouse kick I could see your lacy panties show beneath the skirt. When you staked the vampire you walked to me and I couldn’t move. You pressed yourself to me and we kissed. We wound up making love against the crypt in Sunny Rest. You know the one that’s designed to look like a pyramid? I leaned you back against it and ripped away your panties and slid inside you. It was hard and fast and just before I was about to come with you I woke up.
I miss you Love,
Angel
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Dearest Angel,
I read that somewhere, I don’t remember where. Anyway, thanks for the update on slayage. Willow mainly tells me about what she and Xander are doing and not much about the supernatural stuff. Are you making sure the others are okay? It’s just that I want to be sure they’re not trying to keep me from worrying by not telling me they’re patrolling. Has there been any activity I should know about?
I had a great time skating and I plan to hold you to that “I might go skating with you”. Dad even let me buy the cutest skating outfit. I really hope you like it. Anyways, so we went out for dinner and I ran into a whole bunch of my old friends from Hemery. We went clubbing and I had a great time. Not much else is going on here, just the way I like it.
Except all the dreams I keep having. After your letter I dreamed we were in the cemetery too, only I was wearing leather pants and a tank top. You were in that sexy wine red velvet shirt and black slacks. We kissed and stuff until you made me lie down and then we kissed some more. You helped me peel off the leather pants and then you started to eat me. I could tell you were really hard too and then I woke up. I couldn’t get back to sleep and I started to masturbate and I nearly woke Dad up.
I can’t wait to see you again. Love,
Buffy
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“Buffy! Honey, you’ve got mail!” Hank called.
He watched, bemused, as his daughter pounded down the stairs, snatched the envelope from him and scrambled back up again. He shrugged and went back to his morning paper. Upstairs Buffy rapidly scanned Willow’s letter to her and then tore open Angel’s and started to read. It had begun innocently enough with her writing to Angel about some of her dreams that she had of him. He had taken her dreams as a challenge and had sent her the most sensual and sexy letters she’d ever read.
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My love,
I hope this letter finds you well. Every day I hope that Willow comes with a new letter from you. I swung through the town last night and I only ran into one vampire. It seems as though they’re truly frightened to come out since you defeated the Master. We can only hope it continues. Yes, I have been watching the others to make sure they’re okay after dark.
Yesterday evening I dreamed of you again. We were in a pub back in Galway. I was drunk, as I always was back then, and you were one of the bar wenches. The skirt swayed around your bare feet and I watched you move around the inn serving the customers. All I could think of was taking you to the stables out back and tumbling you in the hay.
You came to me to offer me more ale and I could see your breasts straining to escape the confinement of your stays. I smiled and you smiled back, knowingly. You knew I wanted you and in my breeches there was no means of hiding my want for you. You allowed me to pull you into my lap and cup a breast in my hand. You rolled your hips against my cock and I pinched a nipple through the bodice. You gasped and began to nibble my neck.
Suddenly you pulled away from me and swayed off, your skirts mocking me. I followed you out the door and into the stables. You lay back on the hay and pulled me after you and smiled as you began to caress me through my breeches. Your hands were so warm I though I would expire from the heat of them. I took your wrist in my hands and pushed you back. I unlaced your stays and looked at the feast of pink tipped flesh before me. You're beautiful, do you know that? All pink and soft, I had to suck on your nipples. They were pleading for me to do so. You slipped your fingers through my hair and pulled me closer.
Finally I had to move on to more tempting delights. I began to kiss down from your delicious breasts and along your belly. You gasped and twitched beneath my lips and tongue. I had to taste you after all. I began to lick up the sweat starting to pool in the valleys of your body. Finally, after a delightful eternity of tasting your warm skin I reached the curls at the apex of your thighs. You were so wet for me it was dripping out of you onto the sweet smelling hay beneath you. I allowed my tongue to dart out and lick up some of your sweetness. You arched up into my mouth and pled with me to do it again.
I obliged you and began to taste you in earnest. I slid my tongue into your tight channel and you wrapped your legs around my head to hold me in place. As though there is somewhere I would rather be. I allowed one hand to go on playing with your pretty nipples and moved the other one to join my mouth. I slid a finger in you and felt your hips jerk toward me. I began to slide the finger in and out as you made those delightful cooing sounds. I was so very hard I wanted to bury myself in you. You wanted me to as well but I waited and instead added a second finger and began to toy gently with your little bud.
It was swollen and pleading to be sucked, but this time I decided to tease you. You whined and tried to make me but I just began to lick it lightly. You were now thrusting onto my hand so eagerly I had to brace my arm. I then added a third finger and took mercy upon you and sipped the little protruding flesh into my mouth. You came calling out my name and arching with your pleasure. When you finished you relaxed back and reached for me.
I climbed over you and began to slide inside your delicious heat. Then I woke up so hard and wanting you, the scent of vanilla almost drifting in the air. I wrapped a hand around my straining cock and pumped until I came, but it wasn’t the same. I dream of you nightly and I count the moments until I may make love to you again.
Yours with love,
Angel
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Buffy came back to herself to find three fingers buried in her throbbing vagina and softly groaned as she finished the job. It was thoroughly unfair that Angel was so good at describing his fantasies and she just sucked at it. In the meantime she was masturbating nights to the words in his letters and she wanted some payback. Her gaze fell on the computer where an e-mail from an old friend of hers was up and she had a sudden brainstorm. Angel wouldn’t know what hit him.
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Angel eagerly tore open the envelope that contained Buffy’s letter. Her somewhat clumsy attempts to respond to his letters were both endearing and more arousing than she clearly believed. He was eagerly awaiting his next letter and was disappointed at the short note that tumbled out. He frowned as he realised there was more in the envelope but decided to read the note first.
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Hey sweetie!
I’ve decided that since I don’t write sexy letters as well as you I’m going to get you another way. You’ll get one picture per letter starting now.
Have fun!
Buffy
PS No, I had a friend who’s practising to be a photographer take the pictures. She promised not to tell anyone.
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Angel swallowed and pulled out the photograph. His eyes widened as he took in the picture. Buffy was dressed as the bar wench from his dream. She wore a loose blouse that fell off both shoulders and tight stays that pushed her breasts up to seem about to spill out of the top. The too-short-to-be-decent skirt was caught mid-swirl around her calves, showing off her lovely slender ankles and the flare of the skirt emphasised her womanly figure. To top it all off, the dress was a bright blood red colour and her hair was pulled up baring her neck.
Whimpering as his dreams were given a tangible appearance Angel found his pants were too tight. He hurried back to his bed and undid his fly, eagerly pumping his hard-on as he stared at the picture of his slayer. The seductive expression on her face and the clothes had the combined effect of driving him nearly mad. With Buffy’s eyes on him as he came Angel found it better than just his lonely imaginings. Not as good as when she was there, but better.
He carefully laid the picture on his bedside table and simply stared at the ceiling for several minutes before he formed a plan of action. Then he went and wrote her another letter.
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Angel opened the door and was surprised to see Willow and Xander standing on the other side. The boy immediately waltzed into Angel’s apartment uninvited while Willow stood in the doorway looking uncomfortable. “Can we . . . I come in?” she asked. Angel smiled are her and stepped aside, then frowned at Xander who was playing with his priceless statues collected over the centuries.
“Hey,” he said into the uncomfortable pause. “Is everything okay?” he asked the redhead.
Willow nodded and said, “Oh yes! I thought you might want to . . . um . . . join us at the Bronze tonight.” She smiled up at him cheerfully and Angel realised she was trying to include him in the group. Touched, in spite of his desire to not be at the Bronze unless Buffy was twisting his arm, Angel seriously considered agreeing.
Then, with a sinking feeling, he heard Xander shout, “Wow! Dead Boy! I didn’t know you and Buffy were producing stuff for Playboy’s Halloween issue!”
Angel’s eyes went wide and he dove across the room to snatch the photos from the boy. Unfortunately he wasn’t quite fast enough and Xander ducked over to Willow and showed her the pictures he held. Willow turned quite red and took them away from her friend. She glanced down again, flushed even more and then handed them back to Angel. “Here. I knew Buffy was getting pictures taken for . . . um.” she paused then continued in a rush. “Anyways. Here. Xander! Don’t go through people’s stuff,” she scolded.
“But they were just sitting there on his desk,” the boy replied.
Angel looked down and saw which ones he had left out. One was of Buffy as a vampire, dressed in a black silk dress with a low-cut neck, lounging on a red velvet draped bed, her skin made up to be pale, with pretend fangs over her teeth. It was one of his favourites. There was also one where Buffy was sitting partly turned away with a tattoo drawn on her right shoulder. The tattoo was styled like his gryphon, only it was of a siren superimposed over a ‘B’ and she wore nothing but the dark blue silk sheet clutched around her. It clung to her and outlined everything it covered and Angel adored that one too. Frankly he loved all the pictures. There was a third one which had been taken from above with Buffy lying on a bed of white and pink roses with three pink roses strategically placed. Her blonde hair was fanned over the petals behind her, one hand laid over her lower torso pointing the way to her pussy, the other thrown carelessly overhead while one of her legs was bent ever so slightly and crooked over the other.
He yanked open the drawer he kept the others, pausing to admire one of Buffy as a naughty vampire slayer, (low-riding black leather pants that laced up the front, a black leather jacket that was held closed at one point revealing a red lace bra beneath, a drawn tattoo of some Celtic knotwork just under her bellybutton, a cross resting between her breasts, one hand on her hip the other holding a stake) tossed the others in on top and turned to the teens who were having a quiet argument about the finer points of snooping through someone’s things. Xander was bitching about how Willow had known about the pictures that Willow was defending under the rights of ‘girl stuff’ when Angel interrupted. “Willow?” he interrupted.
“Yes?” she asked, smiling at him and elbowing her friend.
He smiled back, smirked maliciously at Xander and said, “I’d love to come.”
A strangled gargling noise from Xander assured the vampire he’d made the right choice. The evening only improved when Xander challenged him to a game of pool. He had never played pool but once the rules were explained to him he proceeded to whip the brunette male’s butt. “You said you never played pool before!” exclaimed Xander, affronted at his loss.
He smirked at the boy, enjoying every moment. “Preternatural reflexes and hand-eye coordination,” he said and wiggled his fingers at Xander who left in a huff to get a drink. Angel cheerfully headed back to the table they were sharing with Willow and sat beside the young woman.
“You really shouldn’t be that mean to Xander,” she told him.
Angel shrugged. “I consider it fair given the way he acts toward me,” he told her evenly.
“True,” Willow sighed and took a sip of her drink. “I just wish he wasn’t so hung up on Buffy.” Her eyes snapped up to him and went wide and she began to stammer, “Not that I think that . . . I mean, Xander wouldn’t . . . wouldn’t-“
Angel chuckled. “Oh he would if he could, but he won’t because he can’t.” Willow shyly smiled back then looked morosely onto the dance floor where Xander was flailing around to the music in what Angel could only term an epileptic seizure. From Willow’s lack of concern Angel figured this must be what the boy thought was dancing. She was also gazing wistfully at the boy and Angel figured that she must have what Buffy would call a crush on him. An idea occurred to him and the perfect music came on for it.
“Willow? Do you know how to waltz?” Angel asked her.
She blinked at him, confused. “Yes . . .” she replied. The dance floor was rapidly emptying of people as the waltzing tempo drove people off. Angel took her hand and pulled her into a waltz as the Corrs’ “Runaway” played. Willow was a fair dancer to Angel’s vast experience and they made a lovely picture on the floor. She was giggling when the song finished and Xander stormed over and demanded that she dance with him. For the rest of the evening Xander danced attendance on Willow, left Angel alone, and Angel suckered ten young men out of large amounts of cash over bets on games of pool. Everyone went home happy and Angel wrote Buffy the saga of the evening. She wrote back to tell him that she’d better find Xander with all body parts intact when she got home.
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Buffy was home alone and feeling lonely as she lay in bed and tried to get back to sleep. It was minutes before dawn and she had no desire to be awake at that hour when she didn’t have to be. Suddenly there was a tapping on her window and Buffy got up and found herself looking into Angel’s dark eyes in the predawn light. Her eyes went wide and she yanked open the window. Before she could demand what was going on he began to . . . caterwaul was the only word that could adequately describe the sounds issuing from his mouth.
“’A gra,’ said he, ‘Are you sleeping or waking?/The night it is ending and my coat it is thin/For the sun is a-risin’ and dawn is a-nearin’/Oh Buffy mo mhournin you must let me in,’” he sang. One of her father’s neighbours got up at ungodly hours and Buffy had no desire to have him report back to her father that there were strange older men visiting Hank’s daughter at five in the morning. So she grabbed him and dragged him in through the window with a hissed “Come in.”
She slammed the window closed after him and glared. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You could have woken up the whole neighbourhood!”
He didn’t answer and just kissed her. When she came up for air she was feeling distinctly more charitable. “I missed you,” he told her with his big dark melty chocolate eyes. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth to tease her until she moaned. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I missed you too,” she told him. Then she smacked him over the head. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again while my parents have a say in my life I will beat you to a pulp. Also,” she continued, “Never sing again unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Then she tossed him onto her bed and straddled him. “Now prove how much you missed me.”
“Gladly,” he said. He slipped a hand down into the soft shorts she wore and found her already wet for him. He slipped a finger inside her and slid it in and out carefully as his lips found a nipple and began to suck. He shortly added another two fingers and pressed the heel of that hand to her clit and brought her to a quick but explosive climax. He worked her down, ignoring his rapidly swelling cock. “Proof enough for you?” he asked her.
Pulling away Buffy eyed him for a moment then smiled wickedly at him. “Close, but I want some more. Say . . .” She leaned down, unbuttoned his jeans and took the zipper in her teeth and tugged it down. Angel was paralysed and whimpered when he finally sprang free of the restrictions his pants placed on him. “Going commando?” she inquired, “Oh goody.” Then he heard himself make an incoherent gargling noise as her tongue ran up the underside of his penis.
Buffy had plans for Angel since she had her hands on him. She’d been waiting for another chance to do this since she’d left Sunnydale and she wasn’t going to waste it. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and heard him gasp her name. “God, Buffy, do that again,” he hissed at her. She happily acquiesced. Then she pulled it into her mouth and began to suck. Angel groaned, “Baby you’re gonna kill me.”
“Ooo. Should I keep this in mind for other vampires,” she teased him.
She barely had time register his growl before she found her shorts gone and her hips positioned over his mouth as he licked her in earnest. He thrust his cold tongue inside her and Buffy moaned around her mouthful of Angel. He responded to the vibrations that caused with a growl that made Buffy shriek. She almost grimly focussed on deep throating her boyfriend as he switched to sucking her clit with strong pulls that had her grinding onto the fingers he had buried inside her. Angel was thrusting into her mouth as frantically as Buffy felt. She was so close to coming and Buffy wanted him to come with her.
Her one hand was preoccupied with cupping and squeezing his balls so she took her other and slipped it down between her legs. She managed to get some of her fluids onto her hand before Angel moved to swat her hand away. She moved her hand down and slipped a finger into Angel’s anus. He tensed, then lightly bit her clit as she reached his prostate. Buffy felt herself shatter at the same moment her mouth filled with his ejaculate. She swallowed, then collapsed, feeling Angel’s muscles go slack beneath her.
After several moments she managed to turn around and flop down next to her boyfriend. “Wow,” she said breathlessly.
He just looked at her for a moment then asked, “Where did you . . .” he trailed off, uncertain of whether he wanted those answers.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “You know, there are books and stuff on sex.” His eyes narrowed and he seemed doubtful. Buffy sighed, leaned over the edge of her bed and yanked out her “Kama Sutra for Dummies”, three Cosmo magazines, one “The Joy of Sex” and a wad of internet printouts from under the mattress. Angel sifted through them and looked over some of the pages she had dog-eared. His eyebrows went up and then he tackled her to the bed.
“You are the most deviously wonderful woman I have ever met,” he muttered into her ear. Then he kissed her and began rocking his hips against hers, which shortly had her clawing at his ass trying to force him to get inside her. Angel continued to tease by lightly stroking her pussy with his cock.
“Angel!”
Just as he was about to go insane he had mercy on them both, easing into his young lover. They both sighed, revelling in the feelings of connection and completeness. Then Angel gave in and began to pound her into the mattress. Buffy squealed and wrapped her legs around him, hanging on for the ride. Angel mindlessly chanted her name as his hips thrust forward and back again. Buffy was almost breathless but she summoned some air and concentration to do something all her magazines agreed was a big turn on.
“Oh yeah, Angel,” she moaned into his ear. “Fuck me hard. I love the way your big cock feels in my pussy.” His head snapped up and he stared at her and Buffy could see the lust, amazement and love in his eyes. “I love the way you stretch me, you’re so cold and hard inside me. Feels so gooood.” She drew out the last word watching as Angel’s lust overtook everything else and he began to move even faster.
She lost all control of her verbal faculties when his hand somehow wormed between them to caress her stomach then slid down to pinch her clit between his fingers. Buffy clung to him moaning and all sense of herself was gone as the pleasure overtook her.
When they both came to, Angel was sprawled atop Buffy, still buried to the hilt inside her. “You are a wicked vixen,” he informed her as he gathered his strength to stop squashing her.
“You know you loved it,” she replied. Then made a grumbling noise as he rolled off of her. She squiggled over and cuddled up to her boyfriend.
Angel wrapped an arm around her. “True.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you,” he told her.
“I love you to,” she replied and they fell asleep together.
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Dear Angel,
Your visit last week was wonderful. I miss you even more now that I’ve been reminded of how much I’m missing. Also, I still can’t believe you did that to Xander. You know darn well he couldn’t beat you at any physical challenge and I will continue to be cranky with you about this. On the other hand I’m so glad you got Xander to dance with Willow and stuff. She deserves to have a guy treat her like that. Maybe my going away will be good for them.
Is stuff still holding up well in Sunnydale? I mean, with the slayage and all. It’s just that I’m not sure if Willow would tell me. I still haven’t seen a single vampire since I came to LA other than you. I’m really starting to miss their wacky hijinks. I mean, beating a vamp to a bloody pulp was such a great stress reliever. You’re a better one (not with the beating, unless you’re into that kind of thing) but I miss killing stuff.
Yeesh. I sound like a total psycho don’t I?
Well, moving on from psycho to nympho stuff, your visit has just made all of my dreams totally surround sound, 3-D, smell-o-vision. I mean, before I would just wake up all wet and wanting you, now I’m going hunting for a vibrator with a couple friends before I go insane.
The latest one was like a total S&M scene. I was dressed in this black leather corset and knee high boots, while you had on a collar, leash and the leather pants. You looked so hot, but I said you’d been a bad vampire and that I had to punish you. So I took out this riding crop and started to hit your chest, aiming at your nipples. You were totally turned on by this.
Then I ordered you to take off the pants and eat me out while I continued to punish you. So there I was, hitting your butt with the crop that turned into a paddle, while you were sucking my clit. I was just about to come when I woke up.
You know what’s really weird? I’m getting all hot and bothered writing this. As soon as Dad’s gone to work I’m trying out my new vibrator. I’ve also sent along a picture to help you with imagining my dream.
I love you,
Buffy
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Angel shuddered as he orgasmed. He bit his lip and put the envelope aside. He’d look at the picture after patrol. He had to patrol since the vampires were starting to come out of hiding again in Buffy’s absence. He sighed and cleaned up as he put Buffy’s letter with the rest of them. He was going to have to write a response when he got home.
He had slipped on his jacket when he glanced at the white rectangle on his desk. One look couldn’t hurt, could it? He’d take a quick peek then patrol then shower and probably take the new picture to bed with him. His hands reached out and he pulled the photo from its envelope. Golden skin, black leather, strategically placed, showed everything and accented all the good stuff. Buffy’s hair was pulled into a strict bun and the crop she held was slid between her legs as though she was about to pleasure herself on it.
Walking out of his apartment, Angel cursed himself. Couldn’t hurt? He was going to be hurting until he got home. He walked off hoping something would distract him soon.
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Dear Buffy,
I have to believe you are trying to drive me mad from LA. That photograph is enough to make me lose my mind. Every time something reminds me of it I’m halfway to being hard.
I miss you too. Every moment of your absence is one more moment of your life that I’m missing, something I hate. I cannot wait until you come home. To answer your question, yes, there has been a slow increase in vampire activity around here, but it’s not back up to normal and it’s certainly nothing I can’t handle. Mainly it’s fledgling vampires who have no clue what they are or what the rules are. Giles has taken to harassing me about my patrols. I think he misses you.
Don’t glare at me. I hope you’re not taking too many risks when you’re out in LA. I know you’re anxious to break something’s bones but I worry about you and you ought to enjoy your vacation. You have no reason to be ashamed of your feeling towards the hunt. You are the Slayer and I would expect you to enjoy something you were born to do. And you were born to this. When I watch you fighting it’s like watching a dance. You’re like Shiva who is the destroyer, but also the Lord of the Dance and a symbol of grace and beauty.
I also hope you’re getting in some time in the sun. I would love to see you on a beach. You would look so beautiful with the sun glowing off your golden hair and the light from the waves reflected in your eyes. I wish I could go with you and watch you splash in the waves, lie with you in the sun, play with you on the sand and keep you warm beside a bonfire in the evening.
Your last letter gave me a dream too. I dreamt of you, chained to the wall. You were my prisoner and I could do with you whatever I wanted. You were wearing a short skirt, slit up to your waist along the sides of both legs and a corset. I knelt and began to kiss the outer folds of your beautiful pussy. You were soon so wet it was dripping down your legs. You began to beg me to let you come and I refused. I told you that you had to earn the chance to come. You begged me to let you earn it.
So I released you and told you to pleasure me with your mouth. You knelt before me and I became so hard seeing you so submissive I nearly lost control then. You started to suck me and your mouth was so hot I thought I would burn. I began to thrust past your inviting lips and soon I was about to explode. I suddenly noticed you had slipped your fingers into your pussy and I pulled you off and said that you had to be punished for trying to come before you were allowed. I chained you again, this time facing the wall, and the scent of your arousal increased tenfold when I began to carefully hit the curve of your ass with a riding crop. Soon your hips were rocking as you tried to find some friction on your poor swollen clit.
By this time though, I was so hard I had to be inside you and I turned you around and just began to fuck you. You were so tight and wet and you wrapped your legs around me and rode my cock. I was just about to come when I woke up.
Eagerly awaiting your return, love,
Angel
PS I can’t wait to watch you with your new toy when you come home.
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Buffy glared at the letter and then looked at the rubber object on her desk. She paused, then tugged down her panties and began to rub her clit with her fingers. Just as she was about to thrust them inside herself, she looked again at the vibrator. Buffy bit her lip and picked it up, leaving it off for the time being, and slid it inside. Soon she was humping it and came with a shriek that had her momentarily glad her father was working. She gradually came down from the high and glared again at the letter.
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Angel opened the envelope eagerly. He put it aside after extracting the letter. He was going to look at the pictures after. They were wonderful of course, but he wanted to know what was going on with his lover.
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Dear Angel,
Someday Dad is going to come home from work early and find me getting myself off while reading your letters. All I can say is that I hope someone walks in on you with your hand wrapped around your cock while you’re lying around whimpering and staring at those pictures.
But that’s not important now. I hope you’re being careful. I’m the Slayer and it’s my job to risk my life, but you don’t have to. I’m just glad things are slow at home. Are Xander and Willow keeping out of the cemeteries? I don’t want them doing stupid things just because I’m not there to watch them.
About Giles. Maybe next time I tell you he’s being all obsessive and stuff you’ll listen to me instead of mocking me. Remember? You’re the one who kept on telling me that Giles is doing his duty even though I really don’t think asking me how many vampires were on the street as opposed to the graveyard as opposed to the Bronze has anything to do with anything. Has he been telling you that your clothes suck for patrol too?
Dad is showing me off to his friends. That means going to all these dinners with people who have the most arrogant kids. I mean, this guy hit on me and thought I would fall at his feet or something because he beat up the captain of the football team one time. Then he got into a fight on the front lawn with some other guy to impress me and I had to break it up before everyone’s parents grounded us. I mean jeez. Of course, now they all think I’m a freak because I picked them both up and tossed them across the yard.
I miss you every time I think of that. At least at home I can tell people I have a boyfriend and when you show up and look all threatening and stuff I don’t have to be all macho. I also miss that I can’t toss you around like a big horseshoe. Don’t mock me about that. I couldn’t think of a big thing people throw around. I mean, it’s nice to have a boyfriend I can be a meek little girly-girl with without worrying about his ego if I do something superpower-y.
I’ve sent along three pictures because I’ve given up on trying to be all seductive in writing. I’ll just let you use your imagination with the pictures. I’m so glad the summer is almost over and I’m coming home soon. I can’t wait to see you again. Better yet, I can’t wait to see you naked again.
I love you,
Buffy
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Angel smiled at the letter. “Yeah, me too,” he murmured to it. He pulled out the photographs and swallowed. Whether the photographer was improving with each picture, Buffy was posing better or it was just the realisation of the anticipated fantasies Angel thought each one was better than the last. There was one of Buffy chained up as some sort of slave, her outfit matching the description from his dream, and one of her as some sort of animal hybrid with tufty fur ears, claws, and a tail that put him in mind of a demon he once met in a brothel. The last one he wasn’t quite sure what it was. She was wearing some sort of leather jumpsuit thing with large holes cut in it, wore a cape and mask and there was some sort of strange symbol on the front of her costume.
Angel stared at it for several seconds trying to determine what the hell she was, then gave up and decided to just ask. He placed them in the drawer with the others, but didn’t close it as someone knocked, and went to answer the door. “Willow!” He smiled at the redhead. His smile dropped away immediately. “Xander.”
“Hi,” she said smiling at him. She glared at the brat as he shouldered past Angel into the apartment again. Willow sighed then smiled at Angel again and said, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go to the fair with us this evening? I mean, it’ll still be in town when Buffy gets back so you could take her then, but if you went with us you would know where all the good rides are and the good carnie prizes so that you could beat them ‘cause you do have all that supernatural stuff-“
Angel interrupted her when she started to turn a faint shade of pink, and wondered how she managed to say so much on only one breath. “Maybe I’ll go. Do you have any enticements besides that scintillating wit that is Xander?”
That scintillating wit chose that moment to open his mouth. “Yo! Dead Boy! Did you ask for Buffy to dress up as a naughty Batgirl? Thank her for fulfilling one of my fantasies the next time you see her and-“
“That’s it! Out! Get out!” Angel snarled at the boy. Xander paled as the irate vampire advanced on him. Angel added a growl for effect when he grabbed the brat’s arm and hauled him to the front door.
Xander stared at Willow pleadingly. “Wills! Help! He’s gonna kill me!” She smiled, her eyes wide and innocent, and just waved as Angel sent him flying out the door. A loud “Ow!” resounded but Angel simply slammed the door shut and threw the deadbolt. They listened for a moment as Xander pounded on the door, tried the doorknob, called for Willow and then left.
The redhead sighed. “I’m really sorry. He’s been my best friend forever and I just . . .” She trailed off.
“It’s alright,” he told her. “I had a couple friends like that back when I was human.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Would you still be willing to show me the high points of that fair for when I go with Buffy?”
Willow smiled, placed her hand in the crook of his arm and the two headed off into the evening air.
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It had been a long car ride. Buffy stepped out of the car and stretched while her father did the manly work of unloading the car. Sure she could have done it quicker and easier than him, but she was supposed to pretend that she was a normal weak little teenage girl and wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to demonstrate it?
It was mere moments later when Giles’ Citroen drove by at the almost-speed-limit velocity that was as fast as the car could go. It came to a screeching halt just down the street, turned around by going onto the sidewalk and around the glowing lamppost then screeched to another halt in front of Buffy’s house. Xander leapt out of the car shouting unintelligibly and ran at Buffy, followed a moment later by a pale and staggering Giles.
“Bufangechiedakimenisgunnakiwillathefaircmon!” he shouted and dragged her to Giles car, roaring off before the librarian had an opportunity to get back in.
Giles stared after his car and said, “And I still have no notion as to what Xander was upset about.” He turned to Hank. “Terribly sorry about that. Something upset Buffy’s friend. I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Buffy when she gets back what’s happening.”
“Is he always this excitable?” Hank inquired.
Back in the car Buffy tried again to make sense of Xander’s ramblings. “Xander, speak very slowly and enunciate each word.”
“Angel tried to kill me and he’s gonna kill Willow at the fair,” Xander told her.
Buffy’s eyes widened, “When? What the hell happened?”
Xander glanced at her and said, “Well, Willow and I-“ at Buffy’s look he shrugged and said, “Okay, Willow thought Angel might like to go with us to the fair, then take you tomorrow when he knew where everything was and stuff.” He paused and blinked at her, “By the way, you’re home early. What happened?”
“I wanted to see Angel, and if you don’t tell me what happened I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.” She glared at him for emphasis as they rolled down the street.
Biting his lip for a moment Xander considered the best way to tell the story then just decided to plunge in. “Well we were at Angel’s to ask and all of a sudden he just attacked me for no reason and threw me against the wall.” He glanced at Buffy anxiously. “I think he had Willow under some kind of hypnotic spell thingy ‘cause when I called for help she just stood there. Then he slammed the door and I heard him talk about the fair with Willow.”
They had reached the fairground by then and there was a pause as they paid to enter then the conversation resumed. Buffy stopped and said to Xander, “Did you do anything to set him off?”
“What?” Xander gave her a look of utter innocence. “Nothing! Okay so I was looking at those pictures of you dressed up as Batgirl but-“
Just then Angel and Willow appeared out of the crowd. “Buffy!” Angel said and pulled into a lengthy kiss.
“Willow! You’re alive!” Xander shouted drawing funny stares from the bystanders.
Looking at him as though he was insane Willow replied, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Xander glanced at Buffy and Angel who were sharing a quiet conversation between kisses. He was about to reply when he heard Angel burst into laughter. “You thought I was going to kill Willow because I threw you out after snooping through my private things?”
Willow just shook her head and dragged her friend off leaving the lovers to their own devices. “Buffy,” Angel said after another long kiss.
“Mmm?” she responded with closed eyes.
He grinned down at her wickedly. “I hear there’s a so-called Tunnel of Love somewhere around here. Want to go for a ride?”
“Absolutely,” she said and they wandered of to enjoy the fair and each other.
The End
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: Okay, if I owned them it’s entirely possible this would have happened instead of that thing we call the second half of S2 onward.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it can have it as long as they’ve told me where.
Summary: This kinda follows up my Prophecy Girl rewrite, but you don’t have to read that to follow this. Basically this is almost a PWP, definitely CWC and takes place in the summer between S1 and S2. It assumes Buffy and Angel were together at the end of S1
Rating: This is most definitely NC-17.
Notes: Okay, I know the letters are crummy as both real letters and as plot thingys. I suck at writing letters to people so I think that came across all too well in this fic but there’s little I can do about it. Second, this is a smutfic, completely fluffy, and I honestly think it’s kinda verging on badfic. It wouldn’t leave me alone so I wrote it but . . . Well, I’ll let you decide. Oh yeah, ~~~ indicates the beginning and end of a letter.
Feedback: Okay, I really do need to know what people think of this. I mean, I’ve done smut before but this is like epic smut for me so be gentle but let me know if I’ve screwed up. scwlc@yahoo.ca
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“Buffy, are you sure about this?” Angel asked.
His lover smiled and dropped her bag on the floor before wrapping her arms around him. “Yes I’m sure. I told Mom I’m staying at Willow’s, Willow knows I’m staying here and her parents are out of town. We have all night and most of tomorrow. I just have to be home by three when Dad comes to pick me up.” She lifted her face up and looked at him expectantly. “Now kiss me.”
“Gladly,” he replied. He kissed her but pulled away before it could deepen. Buffy whined as he did so, prompting a chuckle. “Easy. We’ll get to that later.” He smiled at her. “I wanted to take you out on a real date at least once before you left.”
Buffy smiled happily and asked, “Oo! What are we doing? Where are we going?” Then her smile turned to a frown and she said, “But I don’t have any date clothes, you didn’t tell me about this-“ He kissed her again. When he felt she had calmed sufficiently he decided to keep kissing her for a couple more minutes because it was so nice. She was the one to pull away. “I trust you have a plan to deal with my lack of clothes,” she said.
“I do.” Angel took her hand and led her to his bedroom where his first surprise of the evening was laid out on his bed. It was a full length, sleeveless, red silk dress with a slit up to the thigh and a high neck that buttoned closed leaving an opening through which the tops of the wearer’s breasts could be seen. Buffy squealed at the sight, squealed again when she saw the matching red shoes and leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I love you,” she said before she kissed him. Then she began to shove him out of the bedroom. “Shoo! I have to go make myself all pretty,” she said.
Angel chuckled. “Can’t be done.”
“Hey!” She turned around and glared at him.
He smiled at her. “You’re unbelievably beautiful as it is. Anything else is completely unnecessary.”
“Oh Angel,” she said. She started to toward him, but before they could kiss again she veered off to grab her bag from its place by the door and vanished into the bedroom again. Angel took the time to change into a wine red velvet shirt and black slacks. He then stood and fidgeted in his living room waiting for her to make her appearance. He was trying to read when he heard Buffy clear her throat.
The dress accented her slenderness and the long skirt swirled and flared around her legs. Her hair was up and it showed off the high collar of the outfit. Angel’s eyes were immediately drawn to the red covering her slender neck and silently cursed and congratulated himself. The evening was going to be hell as he waited for his first chance to get her out of the dress. He realised she was waiting for him to say something. “I . . . uh . . .” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She noticed, looked down and giggled.
“Yay me,” she said. “Now get your mind out of the gutter and get on with my surprise date,” she ordered him. Angel shook himself out of his daze and led her out to his car. They chatted about school, friends and slaying on the drive. Angel parked and took Buffy to the most exclusive restaurant in Sunnydale. Buffy looked around eagerly and gave him a brilliant smile. “You didn’t have to do this Angel,” she told him. “But since you have, I have to do this.” She pulled him down into a fiery kiss.
When they pulled apart Angel gave her that half-smile that always made her heart skip a beat and said, “You have to stop that or we’ll never get done with supper.”
“Maybe I don’t want dinner,” she said trying to sound seductive. The moment was ruined by a slight grumble from her stomach. Unheard by any but Angel and her, it was still enough to provoke another half smile from him and Buffy flushed, burying herself in reading her menu. When she finally poked her head up Angel was waiting with a single red rose in his hand.
He handed it to her. “A rose for the most beautiful woman here tonight,” he said.
“You know, even though I adore the special treatment, I’m already yours,” Buffy told him, gesturing to the clauddagh ring she always wore. “I wouldn’t wear a wedding ring if I wasn’t.”
His eyebrows shot up. “How did you-“ she interrupted him.
“Find out that this is a clauddagh ring and that it used to be used as a wedding ring?” she asked him. He nodded. She grinned at him. “I was training with Giles and he mentioned that he’d noticed the ring and asked me if you’d given it to me. I told him yes and he asked to look at it closer.” She shrugged. “He went all quiet while he looked at it then asked me what you’d said it was. I told him and he said, and I quote,” she dropped into a fair imitation of her watcher, “‘Well I suppose that’s true as far as such things go but . . . oh dear . . . I hadn’t realised things had gone this far. It’s a wedding ring Buffy’.”
Angel was looking a little green as she spoke and when she finished he hastily began to reply. “I didn’t . . . I mean, I don’t want to pressure you,” he said somewhat frantic. “I love you and I do want to . . . that is, if you ever wanted to. But you’re young and you might want . . .” He trailed off and looked at her pleadingly. “I love you.”
Buffy was about to reply when the waiter came and asked for their orders. Angel ordered a curry and Buffy a something with chicken that she couldn’t pronounce the name of but looked nice. All the while Angel was looking at her anxiously and clearly trying not to fidget. Finally she had mercy on him and said, “I love you too and I’m not angry. I think it’s sweet.” She giggled as he seemed to collapse in relief.
“Is something funny?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bringing herself under control Buffy replied, “Not a thing.” She ruined that statement by snorting slightly with suppressed laughter
The rest of their stay in the restaurant was uneventful, although romantic, and the two drove back to Angel’s apartment. Buffy was silent as she worked out some of the finer details for her plan for the evening. Angel was silent because Buffy was. He was also becoming more nervous by the second that she had changed her mind and was upset over his gift of a clauddagh.
When they arrived at the apartment, Angel’s fears dissipated as Buffy assaulted him with kisses the moment they were through the door. Aggressively she ran her tongue over his lips, demanding entrance, an invitation Angel was happy to give her. He relaxed and let his hands wander over her body and down to cup her ass as she wriggled against him. Buffy moaned into his mouth when he squeezed, encouraging him to pull her closer.
Buffy waited until she could feel Angel’s erection through his pants and he was grinding against her to pull away. They had made it to his bed and she slipped off him and began to move away. His hands shot out and pulled her back down and Buffy felt him quickly tugging the zipper of her dress down. Regretfully she pulled away again. She had a plan dammit! Angel looked at her, confused. “I’ll be right back,” she promised. He pouted at her. Buffy laughed at him, it was so cute, “You’ll like it,” she told him. “I promise.” Angel just growled irritably and watched her expectantly.
She vanished into the bathroom leaving Angel confused, horny and more than a little annoyed. At first he just waited, but finally the wait got too much and he peeled off his clothes before lying back down. She took so long that Angel’s erection began to relax. He was just about to get up and bang on the bathroom door when she reappeared. His hard-on returned and then some. Buffy was dressed in a blood red corset with a short skirt that hid nothing. As she turned around Angel groaned at the sight of the fabric gathered at the back that resembled nothing so much as a bustle. “You like?” she asked.
“Where did you get that?” Angel asked as he walked over to her. “You look . . .” he searched for words, found none, and dragged her over to the bed where he started to unlace the corset.
Buffy didn’t help by straddling his lap and sucking on his neck. She stopped her ministrations only to slide her hands over him, catching his nipples on her fingernails. “I picked it up at this nice little store on Main Street,” she informed him. “I just wanted something red but the saleslady said it made my breasts look bigger.”
Angel paused, “She was right,” he said, then left off unlacing to kiss the tops of her breasts, and nip at the valley between. He was gratified when she gasped and stopped teasing him to pull his head closer. He felt her fingers thread through his hair and purred at the way her fingers massaged his scalp. He’d never found it particularly erotic before Buffy and he doubted he would find it so from anyone else.
“Are you saying my breasts are too small?” she asked between breathy moans.
There was a pause as the vampire searched for a right answer. Finding none he simply plunged two fingers into the wetness he could scent and firmly pressed his thumb against her clit. Buffy was distracted, as he’d hoped, and began to rock against his hand and pulled him into a kiss. Soon her movement became more demanding and she shattered into her first orgasm of the evening. While Buffy recovered, settled against him, Angel finished the job of unlacing and removing the corset.
He had just deposited it on the floor beside the bed when Buffy perked up and tackled him to the mattress. She began nibbling her way over his chest and soon her mouth found its way to the coarse hair over his throbbing hard-on. Angel gulped and asked, “What are you doing?” convinced she couldn’t be about to do what he was hoping she was about to do.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Buffy asked him with a mischievous smile. Before he could answer that her head bent down and Angel’s eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation of her lips closing around the head of his cock. She sucked briefly then began placing small kisses along his length. Angel whimpered and felt fire streaking along his nerve endings. He hadn’t been pleasured like this since he was last with Darla, close to a century before.
Abruptly her mouth was removed and Angel whined in protest before he felt her hand replace her mouth and begin steadily pumping his erection. He opened his eyes in time to see her slide up his body looking like the predator she was and his hips began to buck more urgently into her hand. “Buffy,” he gasped.
She just smirked at him and gracefully settled herself against him, her hand still sliding up and down making Angel groan in pleasure. “I read in Cosmo that you should say stuff when you’re with a guy,” she whispered into his ear, “Stuff like how much it turns me on when you’re all helpless and whimpery while I’m touching you like this.” Buffy watched with a widening smile as Angel gripped the sheets underneath him. “Or how sexy you look when I’ve got my mouth on your cock and you’re totally helpless. It’s really hot.”
Moving back down his body Buffy decided to try her mouth on him again. It wasn’t something they’d done yet, but then, they hadn’t been sleeping together for long and she wanted to give him a sort of present before she left. So, taking in mind the advice she and Willow had dug up, Buffy sucked his penis into her mouth and began moving her head up and down trying to take in a little more with each downstroke. She felt Angel slide his fingers into her hair and he began to chant her name in time with her strokes. Soon it was hitting the back of her throat and Buffy, although she had read the theory, decided she had gone down quite far enough for her first time at this thank you very much. Instead she started to concentrate on sucking harder and ignored the growing ache between her own thighs.
Suddenly, Angel’s hips slammed up and he shouted as he came, spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, trying not to taste, and looked up to see Angel’s eyes had nearly turned black with desire. He tugged her up, rolled her beneath him and simply slid into her. Buffy shrieked as he stretched her, rolling his hips just so and quickly threw her into another climax. Her clenching inner muscles finished him off despite having come shortly before and they lay together cuddling in the aftermath.
“I love you,” Angel whispered into her hair.
Buffy reached up, kissed him, and then snuggled back in against him. “Love you,” she yawned back. They fell asleep entwined.
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A couple days after Buffy left with her father for LA, Angel opened his door to find an envelope sitting on his doorstep with his name written on it. When he picked it up, his sensitive nose picked up Buffy’s scent lightly clinging to the paper and he promptly revised his plans and went back in with it. He sat down and eagerly tore open the envelope and was rewarded with a letter from Buffy.
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Dear Angel,
How are you? I sent this along with Willow’s letter so she’ll just give it to you. That way Dad won’t get all curious about who I’m sending stuff to. Are the vamps behaving back home? I haven’t run into one yet, which is really great because it means I’ve been able to go shopping without being interrupted. I’ve picked up some really cute boots and some earrings that will go great with the dress that you bought me.
Dad is taking me to the rink later this week and I can’t wait to go skating again. Do you skate? I would love to go skating with you sometime. It would be romantic and we could have hot chocolate and stuff. Do you drink hot chocolate? Anyhow, I can’t wait to feel the ice under my skates again. I really miss skating. I even used to take lessons. My coach once said that I could be a competitive skater. I guess it’s too late for that now.
But enough moroseness. Is that a word? I just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you. A lot. Sometimes I have these dreams where you come in through my window and wake me up by kissing me. Then we make love. It’s always really hot and steamy sex too. The kind of stuff you read about in romance novels. Not that I read romance novels, but I’ve heard about them anyway. Still, no romance novel could ever do you justice and I’m just counting the minutes until I see you again at the end of the summer.
Anyhow, if you want to send me a letter, give it to Willow and she’ll send it for you. I just don’t want Dad prying into my relationship. I don’t think he could handle the idea that my boyfriend is like a couple hundred years older than he is. It suits me just fine though. It means I’ve got a boyfriend who’s mature and has lots of experience. Wink wink.
I miss you so much,
Buffy
PS Write to me!!
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Angel put the letter down and smiled. Then he went to his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and began to write.
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Dear Buffy,
Your deviousness never ceases to impress me. Sunnydale seems so lonely without you here to brighten my nights. Giles’ company is hardly a replacement for your humour and kindness. I even find myself missing the way you seem to misunderstand and mishear every other word from Giles and my mouths.
I have yet to see a single vampire while on patrol, but it’s only been a short time since you defeated the Master so they may yet come out of hiding. I watched Giles, Willow and Xander consecrate the ground where they buried the Master’s remains. Xander seemed inordinately pleased to be wearing the robes for the ritual. Are you entirely certain that boy is completely all right in the head?
No, I have never skated. It wasn’t a popular pastime in Ireland when I was younger, and as a vampire I never found the notion of skating around in the dark on a pond likely to break under my weight particularly appealing. If you want to however, sometime I might be convinced to go skating with you. Especially if you love it so much. I hope you enjoy shopping and don’t do too much damage to your father’s credit cards.
I’ve been having dreams too. I dreamt of you dressed in those tiny skirts you like to wear on patrol and a tight shirt. You were fighting a vampire and with every roundhouse kick I could see your lacy panties show beneath the skirt. When you staked the vampire you walked to me and I couldn’t move. You pressed yourself to me and we kissed. We wound up making love against the crypt in Sunny Rest. You know the one that’s designed to look like a pyramid? I leaned you back against it and ripped away your panties and slid inside you. It was hard and fast and just before I was about to come with you I woke up.
I miss you Love,
Angel
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Dearest Angel,
I read that somewhere, I don’t remember where. Anyway, thanks for the update on slayage. Willow mainly tells me about what she and Xander are doing and not much about the supernatural stuff. Are you making sure the others are okay? It’s just that I want to be sure they’re not trying to keep me from worrying by not telling me they’re patrolling. Has there been any activity I should know about?
I had a great time skating and I plan to hold you to that “I might go skating with you”. Dad even let me buy the cutest skating outfit. I really hope you like it. Anyways, so we went out for dinner and I ran into a whole bunch of my old friends from Hemery. We went clubbing and I had a great time. Not much else is going on here, just the way I like it.
Except all the dreams I keep having. After your letter I dreamed we were in the cemetery too, only I was wearing leather pants and a tank top. You were in that sexy wine red velvet shirt and black slacks. We kissed and stuff until you made me lie down and then we kissed some more. You helped me peel off the leather pants and then you started to eat me. I could tell you were really hard too and then I woke up. I couldn’t get back to sleep and I started to masturbate and I nearly woke Dad up.
I can’t wait to see you again. Love,
Buffy
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“Buffy! Honey, you’ve got mail!” Hank called.
He watched, bemused, as his daughter pounded down the stairs, snatched the envelope from him and scrambled back up again. He shrugged and went back to his morning paper. Upstairs Buffy rapidly scanned Willow’s letter to her and then tore open Angel’s and started to read. It had begun innocently enough with her writing to Angel about some of her dreams that she had of him. He had taken her dreams as a challenge and had sent her the most sensual and sexy letters she’d ever read.
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My love,
I hope this letter finds you well. Every day I hope that Willow comes with a new letter from you. I swung through the town last night and I only ran into one vampire. It seems as though they’re truly frightened to come out since you defeated the Master. We can only hope it continues. Yes, I have been watching the others to make sure they’re okay after dark.
Yesterday evening I dreamed of you again. We were in a pub back in Galway. I was drunk, as I always was back then, and you were one of the bar wenches. The skirt swayed around your bare feet and I watched you move around the inn serving the customers. All I could think of was taking you to the stables out back and tumbling you in the hay.
You came to me to offer me more ale and I could see your breasts straining to escape the confinement of your stays. I smiled and you smiled back, knowingly. You knew I wanted you and in my breeches there was no means of hiding my want for you. You allowed me to pull you into my lap and cup a breast in my hand. You rolled your hips against my cock and I pinched a nipple through the bodice. You gasped and began to nibble my neck.
Suddenly you pulled away from me and swayed off, your skirts mocking me. I followed you out the door and into the stables. You lay back on the hay and pulled me after you and smiled as you began to caress me through my breeches. Your hands were so warm I though I would expire from the heat of them. I took your wrist in my hands and pushed you back. I unlaced your stays and looked at the feast of pink tipped flesh before me. You're beautiful, do you know that? All pink and soft, I had to suck on your nipples. They were pleading for me to do so. You slipped your fingers through my hair and pulled me closer.
Finally I had to move on to more tempting delights. I began to kiss down from your delicious breasts and along your belly. You gasped and twitched beneath my lips and tongue. I had to taste you after all. I began to lick up the sweat starting to pool in the valleys of your body. Finally, after a delightful eternity of tasting your warm skin I reached the curls at the apex of your thighs. You were so wet for me it was dripping out of you onto the sweet smelling hay beneath you. I allowed my tongue to dart out and lick up some of your sweetness. You arched up into my mouth and pled with me to do it again.
I obliged you and began to taste you in earnest. I slid my tongue into your tight channel and you wrapped your legs around my head to hold me in place. As though there is somewhere I would rather be. I allowed one hand to go on playing with your pretty nipples and moved the other one to join my mouth. I slid a finger in you and felt your hips jerk toward me. I began to slide the finger in and out as you made those delightful cooing sounds. I was so very hard I wanted to bury myself in you. You wanted me to as well but I waited and instead added a second finger and began to toy gently with your little bud.
It was swollen and pleading to be sucked, but this time I decided to tease you. You whined and tried to make me but I just began to lick it lightly. You were now thrusting onto my hand so eagerly I had to brace my arm. I then added a third finger and took mercy upon you and sipped the little protruding flesh into my mouth. You came calling out my name and arching with your pleasure. When you finished you relaxed back and reached for me.
I climbed over you and began to slide inside your delicious heat. Then I woke up so hard and wanting you, the scent of vanilla almost drifting in the air. I wrapped a hand around my straining cock and pumped until I came, but it wasn’t the same. I dream of you nightly and I count the moments until I may make love to you again.
Yours with love,
Angel
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Buffy came back to herself to find three fingers buried in her throbbing vagina and softly groaned as she finished the job. It was thoroughly unfair that Angel was so good at describing his fantasies and she just sucked at it. In the meantime she was masturbating nights to the words in his letters and she wanted some payback. Her gaze fell on the computer where an e-mail from an old friend of hers was up and she had a sudden brainstorm. Angel wouldn’t know what hit him.
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Angel eagerly tore open the envelope that contained Buffy’s letter. Her somewhat clumsy attempts to respond to his letters were both endearing and more arousing than she clearly believed. He was eagerly awaiting his next letter and was disappointed at the short note that tumbled out. He frowned as he realised there was more in the envelope but decided to read the note first.
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Hey sweetie!
I’ve decided that since I don’t write sexy letters as well as you I’m going to get you another way. You’ll get one picture per letter starting now.
Have fun!
Buffy
PS No, I had a friend who’s practising to be a photographer take the pictures. She promised not to tell anyone.
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Angel swallowed and pulled out the photograph. His eyes widened as he took in the picture. Buffy was dressed as the bar wench from his dream. She wore a loose blouse that fell off both shoulders and tight stays that pushed her breasts up to seem about to spill out of the top. The too-short-to-be-decent skirt was caught mid-swirl around her calves, showing off her lovely slender ankles and the flare of the skirt emphasised her womanly figure. To top it all off, the dress was a bright blood red colour and her hair was pulled up baring her neck.
Whimpering as his dreams were given a tangible appearance Angel found his pants were too tight. He hurried back to his bed and undid his fly, eagerly pumping his hard-on as he stared at the picture of his slayer. The seductive expression on her face and the clothes had the combined effect of driving him nearly mad. With Buffy’s eyes on him as he came Angel found it better than just his lonely imaginings. Not as good as when she was there, but better.
He carefully laid the picture on his bedside table and simply stared at the ceiling for several minutes before he formed a plan of action. Then he went and wrote her another letter.
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Angel opened the door and was surprised to see Willow and Xander standing on the other side. The boy immediately waltzed into Angel’s apartment uninvited while Willow stood in the doorway looking uncomfortable. “Can we . . . I come in?” she asked. Angel smiled are her and stepped aside, then frowned at Xander who was playing with his priceless statues collected over the centuries.
“Hey,” he said into the uncomfortable pause. “Is everything okay?” he asked the redhead.
Willow nodded and said, “Oh yes! I thought you might want to . . . um . . . join us at the Bronze tonight.” She smiled up at him cheerfully and Angel realised she was trying to include him in the group. Touched, in spite of his desire to not be at the Bronze unless Buffy was twisting his arm, Angel seriously considered agreeing.
Then, with a sinking feeling, he heard Xander shout, “Wow! Dead Boy! I didn’t know you and Buffy were producing stuff for Playboy’s Halloween issue!”
Angel’s eyes went wide and he dove across the room to snatch the photos from the boy. Unfortunately he wasn’t quite fast enough and Xander ducked over to Willow and showed her the pictures he held. Willow turned quite red and took them away from her friend. She glanced down again, flushed even more and then handed them back to Angel. “Here. I knew Buffy was getting pictures taken for . . . um.” she paused then continued in a rush. “Anyways. Here. Xander! Don’t go through people’s stuff,” she scolded.
“But they were just sitting there on his desk,” the boy replied.
Angel looked down and saw which ones he had left out. One was of Buffy as a vampire, dressed in a black silk dress with a low-cut neck, lounging on a red velvet draped bed, her skin made up to be pale, with pretend fangs over her teeth. It was one of his favourites. There was also one where Buffy was sitting partly turned away with a tattoo drawn on her right shoulder. The tattoo was styled like his gryphon, only it was of a siren superimposed over a ‘B’ and she wore nothing but the dark blue silk sheet clutched around her. It clung to her and outlined everything it covered and Angel adored that one too. Frankly he loved all the pictures. There was a third one which had been taken from above with Buffy lying on a bed of white and pink roses with three pink roses strategically placed. Her blonde hair was fanned over the petals behind her, one hand laid over her lower torso pointing the way to her pussy, the other thrown carelessly overhead while one of her legs was bent ever so slightly and crooked over the other.
He yanked open the drawer he kept the others, pausing to admire one of Buffy as a naughty vampire slayer, (low-riding black leather pants that laced up the front, a black leather jacket that was held closed at one point revealing a red lace bra beneath, a drawn tattoo of some Celtic knotwork just under her bellybutton, a cross resting between her breasts, one hand on her hip the other holding a stake) tossed the others in on top and turned to the teens who were having a quiet argument about the finer points of snooping through someone’s things. Xander was bitching about how Willow had known about the pictures that Willow was defending under the rights of ‘girl stuff’ when Angel interrupted. “Willow?” he interrupted.
“Yes?” she asked, smiling at him and elbowing her friend.
He smiled back, smirked maliciously at Xander and said, “I’d love to come.”
A strangled gargling noise from Xander assured the vampire he’d made the right choice. The evening only improved when Xander challenged him to a game of pool. He had never played pool but once the rules were explained to him he proceeded to whip the brunette male’s butt. “You said you never played pool before!” exclaimed Xander, affronted at his loss.
He smirked at the boy, enjoying every moment. “Preternatural reflexes and hand-eye coordination,” he said and wiggled his fingers at Xander who left in a huff to get a drink. Angel cheerfully headed back to the table they were sharing with Willow and sat beside the young woman.
“You really shouldn’t be that mean to Xander,” she told him.
Angel shrugged. “I consider it fair given the way he acts toward me,” he told her evenly.
“True,” Willow sighed and took a sip of her drink. “I just wish he wasn’t so hung up on Buffy.” Her eyes snapped up to him and went wide and she began to stammer, “Not that I think that . . . I mean, Xander wouldn’t . . . wouldn’t-“
Angel chuckled. “Oh he would if he could, but he won’t because he can’t.” Willow shyly smiled back then looked morosely onto the dance floor where Xander was flailing around to the music in what Angel could only term an epileptic seizure. From Willow’s lack of concern Angel figured this must be what the boy thought was dancing. She was also gazing wistfully at the boy and Angel figured that she must have what Buffy would call a crush on him. An idea occurred to him and the perfect music came on for it.
“Willow? Do you know how to waltz?” Angel asked her.
She blinked at him, confused. “Yes . . .” she replied. The dance floor was rapidly emptying of people as the waltzing tempo drove people off. Angel took her hand and pulled her into a waltz as the Corrs’ “Runaway” played. Willow was a fair dancer to Angel’s vast experience and they made a lovely picture on the floor. She was giggling when the song finished and Xander stormed over and demanded that she dance with him. For the rest of the evening Xander danced attendance on Willow, left Angel alone, and Angel suckered ten young men out of large amounts of cash over bets on games of pool. Everyone went home happy and Angel wrote Buffy the saga of the evening. She wrote back to tell him that she’d better find Xander with all body parts intact when she got home.
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Buffy was home alone and feeling lonely as she lay in bed and tried to get back to sleep. It was minutes before dawn and she had no desire to be awake at that hour when she didn’t have to be. Suddenly there was a tapping on her window and Buffy got up and found herself looking into Angel’s dark eyes in the predawn light. Her eyes went wide and she yanked open the window. Before she could demand what was going on he began to . . . caterwaul was the only word that could adequately describe the sounds issuing from his mouth.
“’A gra,’ said he, ‘Are you sleeping or waking?/The night it is ending and my coat it is thin/For the sun is a-risin’ and dawn is a-nearin’/Oh Buffy mo mhournin you must let me in,’” he sang. One of her father’s neighbours got up at ungodly hours and Buffy had no desire to have him report back to her father that there were strange older men visiting Hank’s daughter at five in the morning. So she grabbed him and dragged him in through the window with a hissed “Come in.”
She slammed the window closed after him and glared. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You could have woken up the whole neighbourhood!”
He didn’t answer and just kissed her. When she came up for air she was feeling distinctly more charitable. “I missed you,” he told her with his big dark melty chocolate eyes. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth to tease her until she moaned. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I missed you too,” she told him. Then she smacked him over the head. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again while my parents have a say in my life I will beat you to a pulp. Also,” she continued, “Never sing again unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Then she tossed him onto her bed and straddled him. “Now prove how much you missed me.”
“Gladly,” he said. He slipped a hand down into the soft shorts she wore and found her already wet for him. He slipped a finger inside her and slid it in and out carefully as his lips found a nipple and began to suck. He shortly added another two fingers and pressed the heel of that hand to her clit and brought her to a quick but explosive climax. He worked her down, ignoring his rapidly swelling cock. “Proof enough for you?” he asked her.
Pulling away Buffy eyed him for a moment then smiled wickedly at him. “Close, but I want some more. Say . . .” She leaned down, unbuttoned his jeans and took the zipper in her teeth and tugged it down. Angel was paralysed and whimpered when he finally sprang free of the restrictions his pants placed on him. “Going commando?” she inquired, “Oh goody.” Then he heard himself make an incoherent gargling noise as her tongue ran up the underside of his penis.
Buffy had plans for Angel since she had her hands on him. She’d been waiting for another chance to do this since she’d left Sunnydale and she wasn’t going to waste it. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and heard him gasp her name. “God, Buffy, do that again,” he hissed at her. She happily acquiesced. Then she pulled it into her mouth and began to suck. Angel groaned, “Baby you’re gonna kill me.”
“Ooo. Should I keep this in mind for other vampires,” she teased him.
She barely had time register his growl before she found her shorts gone and her hips positioned over his mouth as he licked her in earnest. He thrust his cold tongue inside her and Buffy moaned around her mouthful of Angel. He responded to the vibrations that caused with a growl that made Buffy shriek. She almost grimly focussed on deep throating her boyfriend as he switched to sucking her clit with strong pulls that had her grinding onto the fingers he had buried inside her. Angel was thrusting into her mouth as frantically as Buffy felt. She was so close to coming and Buffy wanted him to come with her.
Her one hand was preoccupied with cupping and squeezing his balls so she took her other and slipped it down between her legs. She managed to get some of her fluids onto her hand before Angel moved to swat her hand away. She moved her hand down and slipped a finger into Angel’s anus. He tensed, then lightly bit her clit as she reached his prostate. Buffy felt herself shatter at the same moment her mouth filled with his ejaculate. She swallowed, then collapsed, feeling Angel’s muscles go slack beneath her.
After several moments she managed to turn around and flop down next to her boyfriend. “Wow,” she said breathlessly.
He just looked at her for a moment then asked, “Where did you . . .” he trailed off, uncertain of whether he wanted those answers.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “You know, there are books and stuff on sex.” His eyes narrowed and he seemed doubtful. Buffy sighed, leaned over the edge of her bed and yanked out her “Kama Sutra for Dummies”, three Cosmo magazines, one “The Joy of Sex” and a wad of internet printouts from under the mattress. Angel sifted through them and looked over some of the pages she had dog-eared. His eyebrows went up and then he tackled her to the bed.
“You are the most deviously wonderful woman I have ever met,” he muttered into her ear. Then he kissed her and began rocking his hips against hers, which shortly had her clawing at his ass trying to force him to get inside her. Angel continued to tease by lightly stroking her pussy with his cock.
“Angel!”
Just as he was about to go insane he had mercy on them both, easing into his young lover. They both sighed, revelling in the feelings of connection and completeness. Then Angel gave in and began to pound her into the mattress. Buffy squealed and wrapped her legs around him, hanging on for the ride. Angel mindlessly chanted her name as his hips thrust forward and back again. Buffy was almost breathless but she summoned some air and concentration to do something all her magazines agreed was a big turn on.
“Oh yeah, Angel,” she moaned into his ear. “Fuck me hard. I love the way your big cock feels in my pussy.” His head snapped up and he stared at her and Buffy could see the lust, amazement and love in his eyes. “I love the way you stretch me, you’re so cold and hard inside me. Feels so gooood.” She drew out the last word watching as Angel’s lust overtook everything else and he began to move even faster.
She lost all control of her verbal faculties when his hand somehow wormed between them to caress her stomach then slid down to pinch her clit between his fingers. Buffy clung to him moaning and all sense of herself was gone as the pleasure overtook her.
When they both came to, Angel was sprawled atop Buffy, still buried to the hilt inside her. “You are a wicked vixen,” he informed her as he gathered his strength to stop squashing her.
“You know you loved it,” she replied. Then made a grumbling noise as he rolled off of her. She squiggled over and cuddled up to her boyfriend.
Angel wrapped an arm around her. “True.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you,” he told her.
“I love you to,” she replied and they fell asleep together.
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Dear Angel,
Your visit last week was wonderful. I miss you even more now that I’ve been reminded of how much I’m missing. Also, I still can’t believe you did that to Xander. You know darn well he couldn’t beat you at any physical challenge and I will continue to be cranky with you about this. On the other hand I’m so glad you got Xander to dance with Willow and stuff. She deserves to have a guy treat her like that. Maybe my going away will be good for them.
Is stuff still holding up well in Sunnydale? I mean, with the slayage and all. It’s just that I’m not sure if Willow would tell me. I still haven’t seen a single vampire since I came to LA other than you. I’m really starting to miss their wacky hijinks. I mean, beating a vamp to a bloody pulp was such a great stress reliever. You’re a better one (not with the beating, unless you’re into that kind of thing) but I miss killing stuff.
Yeesh. I sound like a total psycho don’t I?
Well, moving on from psycho to nympho stuff, your visit has just made all of my dreams totally surround sound, 3-D, smell-o-vision. I mean, before I would just wake up all wet and wanting you, now I’m going hunting for a vibrator with a couple friends before I go insane.
The latest one was like a total S&M scene. I was dressed in this black leather corset and knee high boots, while you had on a collar, leash and the leather pants. You looked so hot, but I said you’d been a bad vampire and that I had to punish you. So I took out this riding crop and started to hit your chest, aiming at your nipples. You were totally turned on by this.
Then I ordered you to take off the pants and eat me out while I continued to punish you. So there I was, hitting your butt with the crop that turned into a paddle, while you were sucking my clit. I was just about to come when I woke up.
You know what’s really weird? I’m getting all hot and bothered writing this. As soon as Dad’s gone to work I’m trying out my new vibrator. I’ve also sent along a picture to help you with imagining my dream.
I love you,
Buffy
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Angel shuddered as he orgasmed. He bit his lip and put the envelope aside. He’d look at the picture after patrol. He had to patrol since the vampires were starting to come out of hiding again in Buffy’s absence. He sighed and cleaned up as he put Buffy’s letter with the rest of them. He was going to have to write a response when he got home.
He had slipped on his jacket when he glanced at the white rectangle on his desk. One look couldn’t hurt, could it? He’d take a quick peek then patrol then shower and probably take the new picture to bed with him. His hands reached out and he pulled the photo from its envelope. Golden skin, black leather, strategically placed, showed everything and accented all the good stuff. Buffy’s hair was pulled into a strict bun and the crop she held was slid between her legs as though she was about to pleasure herself on it.
Walking out of his apartment, Angel cursed himself. Couldn’t hurt? He was going to be hurting until he got home. He walked off hoping something would distract him soon.
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Dear Buffy,
I have to believe you are trying to drive me mad from LA. That photograph is enough to make me lose my mind. Every time something reminds me of it I’m halfway to being hard.
I miss you too. Every moment of your absence is one more moment of your life that I’m missing, something I hate. I cannot wait until you come home. To answer your question, yes, there has been a slow increase in vampire activity around here, but it’s not back up to normal and it’s certainly nothing I can’t handle. Mainly it’s fledgling vampires who have no clue what they are or what the rules are. Giles has taken to harassing me about my patrols. I think he misses you.
Don’t glare at me. I hope you’re not taking too many risks when you’re out in LA. I know you’re anxious to break something’s bones but I worry about you and you ought to enjoy your vacation. You have no reason to be ashamed of your feeling towards the hunt. You are the Slayer and I would expect you to enjoy something you were born to do. And you were born to this. When I watch you fighting it’s like watching a dance. You’re like Shiva who is the destroyer, but also the Lord of the Dance and a symbol of grace and beauty.
I also hope you’re getting in some time in the sun. I would love to see you on a beach. You would look so beautiful with the sun glowing off your golden hair and the light from the waves reflected in your eyes. I wish I could go with you and watch you splash in the waves, lie with you in the sun, play with you on the sand and keep you warm beside a bonfire in the evening.
Your last letter gave me a dream too. I dreamt of you, chained to the wall. You were my prisoner and I could do with you whatever I wanted. You were wearing a short skirt, slit up to your waist along the sides of both legs and a corset. I knelt and began to kiss the outer folds of your beautiful pussy. You were soon so wet it was dripping down your legs. You began to beg me to let you come and I refused. I told you that you had to earn the chance to come. You begged me to let you earn it.
So I released you and told you to pleasure me with your mouth. You knelt before me and I became so hard seeing you so submissive I nearly lost control then. You started to suck me and your mouth was so hot I thought I would burn. I began to thrust past your inviting lips and soon I was about to explode. I suddenly noticed you had slipped your fingers into your pussy and I pulled you off and said that you had to be punished for trying to come before you were allowed. I chained you again, this time facing the wall, and the scent of your arousal increased tenfold when I began to carefully hit the curve of your ass with a riding crop. Soon your hips were rocking as you tried to find some friction on your poor swollen clit.
By this time though, I was so hard I had to be inside you and I turned you around and just began to fuck you. You were so tight and wet and you wrapped your legs around me and rode my cock. I was just about to come when I woke up.
Eagerly awaiting your return, love,
Angel
PS I can’t wait to watch you with your new toy when you come home.
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Buffy glared at the letter and then looked at the rubber object on her desk. She paused, then tugged down her panties and began to rub her clit with her fingers. Just as she was about to thrust them inside herself, she looked again at the vibrator. Buffy bit her lip and picked it up, leaving it off for the time being, and slid it inside. Soon she was humping it and came with a shriek that had her momentarily glad her father was working. She gradually came down from the high and glared again at the letter.
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Angel opened the envelope eagerly. He put it aside after extracting the letter. He was going to look at the pictures after. They were wonderful of course, but he wanted to know what was going on with his lover.
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Dear Angel,
Someday Dad is going to come home from work early and find me getting myself off while reading your letters. All I can say is that I hope someone walks in on you with your hand wrapped around your cock while you’re lying around whimpering and staring at those pictures.
But that’s not important now. I hope you’re being careful. I’m the Slayer and it’s my job to risk my life, but you don’t have to. I’m just glad things are slow at home. Are Xander and Willow keeping out of the cemeteries? I don’t want them doing stupid things just because I’m not there to watch them.
About Giles. Maybe next time I tell you he’s being all obsessive and stuff you’ll listen to me instead of mocking me. Remember? You’re the one who kept on telling me that Giles is doing his duty even though I really don’t think asking me how many vampires were on the street as opposed to the graveyard as opposed to the Bronze has anything to do with anything. Has he been telling you that your clothes suck for patrol too?
Dad is showing me off to his friends. That means going to all these dinners with people who have the most arrogant kids. I mean, this guy hit on me and thought I would fall at his feet or something because he beat up the captain of the football team one time. Then he got into a fight on the front lawn with some other guy to impress me and I had to break it up before everyone’s parents grounded us. I mean jeez. Of course, now they all think I’m a freak because I picked them both up and tossed them across the yard.
I miss you every time I think of that. At least at home I can tell people I have a boyfriend and when you show up and look all threatening and stuff I don’t have to be all macho. I also miss that I can’t toss you around like a big horseshoe. Don’t mock me about that. I couldn’t think of a big thing people throw around. I mean, it’s nice to have a boyfriend I can be a meek little girly-girl with without worrying about his ego if I do something superpower-y.
I’ve sent along three pictures because I’ve given up on trying to be all seductive in writing. I’ll just let you use your imagination with the pictures. I’m so glad the summer is almost over and I’m coming home soon. I can’t wait to see you again. Better yet, I can’t wait to see you naked again.
I love you,
Buffy
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Angel smiled at the letter. “Yeah, me too,” he murmured to it. He pulled out the photographs and swallowed. Whether the photographer was improving with each picture, Buffy was posing better or it was just the realisation of the anticipated fantasies Angel thought each one was better than the last. There was one of Buffy chained up as some sort of slave, her outfit matching the description from his dream, and one of her as some sort of animal hybrid with tufty fur ears, claws, and a tail that put him in mind of a demon he once met in a brothel. The last one he wasn’t quite sure what it was. She was wearing some sort of leather jumpsuit thing with large holes cut in it, wore a cape and mask and there was some sort of strange symbol on the front of her costume.
Angel stared at it for several seconds trying to determine what the hell she was, then gave up and decided to just ask. He placed them in the drawer with the others, but didn’t close it as someone knocked, and went to answer the door. “Willow!” He smiled at the redhead. His smile dropped away immediately. “Xander.”
“Hi,” she said smiling at him. She glared at the brat as he shouldered past Angel into the apartment again. Willow sighed then smiled at Angel again and said, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go to the fair with us this evening? I mean, it’ll still be in town when Buffy gets back so you could take her then, but if you went with us you would know where all the good rides are and the good carnie prizes so that you could beat them ‘cause you do have all that supernatural stuff-“
Angel interrupted her when she started to turn a faint shade of pink, and wondered how she managed to say so much on only one breath. “Maybe I’ll go. Do you have any enticements besides that scintillating wit that is Xander?”
That scintillating wit chose that moment to open his mouth. “Yo! Dead Boy! Did you ask for Buffy to dress up as a naughty Batgirl? Thank her for fulfilling one of my fantasies the next time you see her and-“
“That’s it! Out! Get out!” Angel snarled at the boy. Xander paled as the irate vampire advanced on him. Angel added a growl for effect when he grabbed the brat’s arm and hauled him to the front door.
Xander stared at Willow pleadingly. “Wills! Help! He’s gonna kill me!” She smiled, her eyes wide and innocent, and just waved as Angel sent him flying out the door. A loud “Ow!” resounded but Angel simply slammed the door shut and threw the deadbolt. They listened for a moment as Xander pounded on the door, tried the doorknob, called for Willow and then left.
The redhead sighed. “I’m really sorry. He’s been my best friend forever and I just . . .” She trailed off.
“It’s alright,” he told her. “I had a couple friends like that back when I was human.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Would you still be willing to show me the high points of that fair for when I go with Buffy?”
Willow smiled, placed her hand in the crook of his arm and the two headed off into the evening air.
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It had been a long car ride. Buffy stepped out of the car and stretched while her father did the manly work of unloading the car. Sure she could have done it quicker and easier than him, but she was supposed to pretend that she was a normal weak little teenage girl and wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to demonstrate it?
It was mere moments later when Giles’ Citroen drove by at the almost-speed-limit velocity that was as fast as the car could go. It came to a screeching halt just down the street, turned around by going onto the sidewalk and around the glowing lamppost then screeched to another halt in front of Buffy’s house. Xander leapt out of the car shouting unintelligibly and ran at Buffy, followed a moment later by a pale and staggering Giles.
“Bufangechiedakimenisgunnakiwillathefaircmon!” he shouted and dragged her to Giles car, roaring off before the librarian had an opportunity to get back in.
Giles stared after his car and said, “And I still have no notion as to what Xander was upset about.” He turned to Hank. “Terribly sorry about that. Something upset Buffy’s friend. I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Buffy when she gets back what’s happening.”
“Is he always this excitable?” Hank inquired.
Back in the car Buffy tried again to make sense of Xander’s ramblings. “Xander, speak very slowly and enunciate each word.”
“Angel tried to kill me and he’s gonna kill Willow at the fair,” Xander told her.
Buffy’s eyes widened, “When? What the hell happened?”
Xander glanced at her and said, “Well, Willow and I-“ at Buffy’s look he shrugged and said, “Okay, Willow thought Angel might like to go with us to the fair, then take you tomorrow when he knew where everything was and stuff.” He paused and blinked at her, “By the way, you’re home early. What happened?”
“I wanted to see Angel, and if you don’t tell me what happened I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.” She glared at him for emphasis as they rolled down the street.
Biting his lip for a moment Xander considered the best way to tell the story then just decided to plunge in. “Well we were at Angel’s to ask and all of a sudden he just attacked me for no reason and threw me against the wall.” He glanced at Buffy anxiously. “I think he had Willow under some kind of hypnotic spell thingy ‘cause when I called for help she just stood there. Then he slammed the door and I heard him talk about the fair with Willow.”
They had reached the fairground by then and there was a pause as they paid to enter then the conversation resumed. Buffy stopped and said to Xander, “Did you do anything to set him off?”
“What?” Xander gave her a look of utter innocence. “Nothing! Okay so I was looking at those pictures of you dressed up as Batgirl but-“
Just then Angel and Willow appeared out of the crowd. “Buffy!” Angel said and pulled into a lengthy kiss.
“Willow! You’re alive!” Xander shouted drawing funny stares from the bystanders.
Looking at him as though he was insane Willow replied, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Xander glanced at Buffy and Angel who were sharing a quiet conversation between kisses. He was about to reply when he heard Angel burst into laughter. “You thought I was going to kill Willow because I threw you out after snooping through my private things?”
Willow just shook her head and dragged her friend off leaving the lovers to their own devices. “Buffy,” Angel said after another long kiss.
“Mmm?” she responded with closed eyes.
He grinned down at her wickedly. “I hear there’s a so-called Tunnel of Love somewhere around here. Want to go for a ride?”
“Absolutely,” she said and they wandered of to enjoy the fair and each other.
The End
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