BtVS adult songfic: Shake Me
Shake Me
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: The song is Deana Carter’s “You Still Shake Me” and I don’t own anyone either.
Summary: Uhh. PWP. My first PWP. Also a songfic. As if there was any doubt.
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: She breaks into hysterical laughter. Hem. If you want this take it. Tell me where it’s going so I can have proof someone actually wants this.
Feedback: As always it goes to scwlc@yahoo.ca
Notes: As I said before, my first PWP. This means there is no plot, some angst, and sex. Try to be kind.
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Angel woke up chained to his bed.
He knew it was his because it smelled and sounded the way it ought to, but he was blindfolded and his arms and legs were attached to the head and foot of the bed. Suddenly a familiar scent tickled his nose. He lay very still as he tried to identify this smell and also so as not to alert his captor that he was awake.
A soft chuckle made him tense in spite of himself and a startlingly familiar voice spoke. “Come on,” she said teasingly, “I know you’re awake.”
The scent in the room suddenly clicked into place and Angel became even more tense. “Buffy? What are you-”
A finger laid itself over his lips. “Shhh. You’ll have your chance to talk later. For now, you’re going to listen.” He tried to protest, but she first slipped her fingers into his mouth, and when he, around a mouthful of her delicious flesh (even her fingers tasted good), tried to speak, she kissed him sliding her tongue past his lax lips and into his mouth. He returned the kiss eagerly, even though he knew he was just tormenting himself. It had been so long, and even that minimal contact was wonderful. The scent that he could now easily identify (how could he ever forget) as her arousal strengthened.
She pulled back, her warm breath brushing his face. “Your soul is permanent Angel. I know you know. How else do you think you managed not to lose it with Connor around?” Angel was silent, what could he say? “I know though, that you were going to be all noble again and we still wouldn’t be together.” Buffy’s husky voice was washing over and through him, and it was all Angel could do not to simply lose himself in it and the hell with what she was actually saying.
As it was he could barely concentrate on her words. Her proximity, her arousal and the kiss had all combined to make him hard as a rock, and he couldn’t help twitching his hip upward ever so slightly. He was shocked when the tip of his erection came into contact with something warm and wet. His whole body jerked at that. He tried to speak, “Buff-”
She cut him off again. “No. Listen.” He heard a click, then the sound of electric guitar and bass filled the room. And he stopped listening then because her hands were gliding down his body, and he could feel what little blood had been powering his brain head downward.
//I ain't in love, I ain't your bud
I ain't your little turtle dove
I ain't your chick, I ain't your squeeze
I ain't the girl I used to be//
Her little hands were stroking his body, inflaming every cell, and Angel heard a strange gargling noise he dimly realised was issuing from his own throat. Her hands left his body and he whined in protest, all thoughts of stopping her now gone. A popping sound echoed in the stillness of his room and the smell of lavender reached his nostrils, and then she was smoothing the scented liquid (oil? perfume?) into his skin. Her hands massaging, caressing, soothing and driving him insane as he began to strain to break free.
One particularly fervent twist, and his leg came into contact with her centre, something he realised by the wet heat on his limb, and the way she gasped and pressed back. He moved his leg, eager for more contact, but after a moment of pleasuring herself, she moved away and Angel whined again. His swollen member was beginning to get painful.
//But baby, you still shake me//
“That was naughty,” she said, stroking his hair. He leaned into the point of contact.
And found himself blinking up at her when she abruptly removed the blindfold. His eyes widened as he took in her naked form. He had known, of course, that she was naked. There were no sounds made of cloth rustling, nothing to get in the way of her pussy, except her decision to keep from making his current agony into a pleasurable experience. Seeing his soulmate wearing absolutely nothing as she straddled his legs was completely different from simply knowing. He felt the impossible happen as his erection somehow became even more swollen.
//I ain't upset, I ain't a wreck
'Cause I forgive and I forget
And I ain't bitter, I ain't sore
And I ain't cryin' anymore//
She slid her fingers down her body and Angel hissed and tensed in sympathy as they glided in between her legs, returned glistening, the vanished again. “You know,” she said musingly, “I’m not just punishing you for being naughty.” She bit her lip and began to speed up her motions. Angel felt like crying, and struggled harder to get free. “You left me alone. I had to get Riley to help with this.”
At the image her words evoked, Angel snarled. She just laughed. “You get so jealous, but you left me with no way to deal with what you started. Riley wasn’t enough you know,” she said. “Then I came back from the dead and Spike had to comfort me.” Angel barely heard her words. He was hypnotised by the slow motion of her fingers. Straining against the chains holding him down, preventing him from getting to his lovers as she pleasured herself on top of him.
Then the meaning of what she said penetrated (no pun intended) and he stopped moving only to stare at her in shocked amazement. “You slept with Spike!?”
//But baby, you still shake me//
She stopped and glared at him, pulling her fingers free of her grasping pussy only to shake them temptingly close, “You’re not getting it! I needed you and all I could get were cheap replacements. It wasn’t even the sex that was so important!”
“What then?” he hissed. His arms still straining to get free, her now seated over him, his erection rubbing against her bottom, he could barely focus on anything outside of the sensations that were cruising through him. She was so sensual, how could sex not have been important to her. His small blonde vixen.
“I wanted you,” she said. “I wanted your strength and support, and you left me with empty sex.”
//Yeah baby, you still shake me//
Her fingers moved tantalisingly close again, and Angel lunged forward, capturing her fingers between his lips. She did taste as good as he remembered. It was her turn to whimper as he slowly licked her digits clean, and she began grinding backward onto his cock. Encouragingly he rocked back. They began to speed up, and Angel was almost purring over how good it felt, how much more erotic this was than full blown sex with anyone else.
//Every time I see you out
It makes me want to scream//
He released her fingers from his mouth, and she began to place kisses along his shoulders and neck. “God. You feel so good,” Angel grated out between clenched teeth. “I dream of this. Every time I thought of you and Riley it just drove me wild. He had you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You were the one who left so I could sleep with other men.” Then she bit his neck, delicately sinking her teeth in, and Angel shouted.
//I can't seem to figure out
What did I ever see
In a fool like you//
The chains holding him finally snapped with the pressure, and he rolled them so he was on top. Angel started to rock his hips against hers, and Buffy started to moan, bringing her legs up to wrap around her vampire’s waist. “Oh yeah,” she breathed.
With no small effort Angel disengaged her legs from around his waist and slid down kissing his way to the tops of her thighs. “You smell so good,” he groaned, “Just like I remember.” Time was he would have asked her permission to do this. Of course, time was he would have been stupid enough to walk away from this.
//The things I used to do, I don't
The things I would have, now I won't
Yeah, I'm okay and I'm alright
And I'm not living in denial//
Buffy was blushing down to the tips of her toes, and Angel couldn’t think of anything more attractive than her skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. He inhaled the scent of her arousal again before leaning in to taste her. Buffy gasped, her hands falling to her sides to grasp the bedclothes.
“Angel,” she moaned, “Angel stop.” He looked up at her startled. His lips were glistening with her wetness, and he looked confused
//But baby, you still shake me//
“I want you inside me,” she said breathlessly. His face cleared and he slid his way back up her body, settling over her with a leisurely grace that belied his straining arousal. His sex pressed against hers and they groaned in unison at the delicious sensation.
//Yeah baby, you still shake me//
Angel suddenly found himself on his back underneath his slayer, pinned to the bed. “Tell me you love me,” she demanded.
The appearance of unadulterated passion on his face slid away and he smiled up at her, “I love you,” he said. There was so much affection, caring, lust and love in his voice Buffy almost caved in, but she had planned this and wasn’t going to stop until she’d extracted what she wanted from him. She slowly slid partway down on his straining hard on causing Angel to buck upward. She instantly forced him to still.
//I ain't in love, I ain't your bud
I ain't your little turtle dove//
“Tell me you’re mine,” her order was voiced between harsh pants. “Tell me I won’t find you running off with Darla or anyone else.”
Angel gritted his teeth and tried to come across as sincere, which he was, instead of simply saying anything to get her to let him the rest of the way in. Although that straining portion of his anatomy was encouraging him to do anything she wished to get the rest of the way into her wet heat. “Buffy, I love you, what happened with Darla had nothing to do with you-”
“You didn’t come to me Angel,” he could hear the hurt in her voice, saw the tears glistening in her eyes. “I would have helped you any way possible, and you never even told me something was wrong. I had to hear from Spike, who’s source was Drusilla.”
He caught her eye and held her attention as he said clearly, “I will never run off with anyone other than you. I am yours. I always will be.” Then his hips were were bucking urgently while she rode him for several seconds. Then she stopped and Angel found that same set look on her face and realised his torment wasn’t yet over.
//I ain't your chick, I ain't your squeeze//
She was shuddering above him and Angel could tell from the sight, smell and feel of her that she was as close to coming as him. He dragged his concentration back from the frantic ache in his cock to whatever else Buffy wanted him to promise.
“Tell me you won’t make any life altering decisions without me again.”
“I won’t,” he said simply.
Her eyes narrowed. “I want you to promise. Swear on your mother’s grave, whatever. I want to know you will never give up a chance at humanity, a chance for us to be together, you won’t let someone like my mother bully you into leaving me, or anything.” Her eyes bored into him.
“You knew!?” he yelped. “You knew about that day? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked feeling hurt.
She smiled down at him a little sadly, and took one of her hands off his wrists to caress his face. “You sacrificed everything for me. It made you feel better to think that I wasn’t suffering from those memories. How could I make you feel guilty for something you did to save my life?” Then her face became unyielding again, and he felt her grind down on him just once to emphasise her words.
//I ain't the girl I used to be//
“Swear you won’t treat me like a child Angel. Promise we’ll be equal in this relationship. I know what I want and so do you.” He could hear the pleading behind her words. She wanted to hear from him that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“I swear I will never make decisions for you again. I’ll consult you about anything that affects either of us.” Then he took advantage of her distraction and rolled them both, desperate to appease his throbbing arousal. Her legs rewrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him further into her. Through the haze of his lust, Angel still remembered to slip a hand between them to press down on her clit, sending her into orgasm, and nearly taking him with her.
//But baby, you still shake me//
Then he was building her arousal again, and demanding for himself, “Do you still love me?” Her eyes, which had slid closed during their frantic motions, flew open and she gasped, startled.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he replied savagely.
//Yeah baby//
For a moment she looked almost betrayed. Then a crafty look settled over her face. One of her arms moved up his back and pulled his head down to the crook of her neck. He could almost taste the blood pumping beneath her skin. His gaze landed on the scar that figured so prominently in his nightmares. “No.”
“Yes,” her voice was husky with wanton need, and Angel found himself gritting his teeth to keep from sliding the fangs that had appeared into her neck. “Drink me.”
“No,” his voice was far from as definite as hers. Which was when she lunged forward and sank her teeth into his jugular. Angel felt the painful pleasure lance from there down to his cock, and reflexively buried his fangs in her throat. It was something he’d done a thousand times with Darla, every time a study in erotic pain. This time made him forget every other time, and sent him shouting into climax along with his lover.
//You don't know what you do to me, baby//
He pulled away from her, terrified he’d hurt her, only to find her smiling sleepily at him. “I love you,” she said, then pulled him into a kiss.
His lips curved into a smile of his own, and he pulled away. “You planned this from the start. Didn’t you?” he asked. She was already sinuously writhing against him, sending fresh waves of arousal coursing through them both if her scent was any indication.
“Yup.”
His response was pure carnality.
//You shake me baby//
Fin
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