TITLE:
The Dream
AUTHOR:
CJ
FEEDBACK:
Please, please, please.
DISCLAIMER:
It all belongs to Joss, I just borrow
them from
time to time.
PAIRING:
It's a surprise
DEDICATION:
To Sofy, who told me to write. And to Sarah, the
greatest beta in the entire world.
Like
cool silk, his hands run over my body, pushing at the
sides of my shirt. His lips making patterns on my
chest. I tangle my hands in
his hair, finally long again, the way I
like it. I pull him back up to my lips and kiss him
with passion I didn’t know I could ever
have.
After
kissing for what seemed an eternity, I push him over
onto his back. Climbing over him, I press his
hands to the bed above his
head and just look at him. God, how could
anyone be this beautiful? I take my hands off his and
begin unbuttoning his shirt. His chest
is so smooth and white. It
feels like silk beneath my fingers.
I let
my hands dance over him. Stopping at his nipples, I
play with them, rubbing and pinching lightly,
before leaning down to lick
and nibble. Working my way down his chest
with my lips and tongue, I send my hands exploring
other areas. Areas like his broad
shoulders, his straining
biceps. Then brush my hands down to play with
the opening of his jeans.
I
unbutton them slowly, letting my lips follow my hands.
With them opened all the way I can see the bulge under
his boxers. I run my
hands around his waist while playing with the
curls I find there, lifting his hips to tug at the
jeans that still cover far too much of
his body.
Pulling
them down reveals long beautiful pale legs. I sit
back, staring for a few moments, I run my hands up and
down them, watching as
the sparse covering of hair plays back and
forth under my palms. Moving my hands further up, I
run them into the openings of the
boxers, cupping his ass
cheeks in my hands. I run my tongue across his muscular,
but oh-so-soft thighs, working my way up to
his center. When I reach the bottom of
his boxers I nuzzle into
them getting him wet before taking his
balls into my mouth one by one, gently
sucking.
Letting
him slip from my mouth, I run my hands up and pull at
his boxers, pulling them down and off. Again,
I stare at him, then,
unable to resist I dip my head and drag my
tongue up his shaft. Licking around the tip
lightly, teasing. I take him into my mouth,
swirling my tongue and
pulling him deeper. Finally I can savor
the feeling of having him
in me completely. I bob up and down, back and forth,
taking him deeper and deeper.
I can
feel that he’s close. I made him this way. I gave him
this pleasure. I want to give him more.
I suck
harder, faster, squeezing his ass. I bring him closer
to the edge, then let him hang there, waiting. After
a long pause I swallow
him whole and squeeze him hard. With a shout
he shoots off in my mouth, tasting of ambrosia. I
hold on to him as he shoots more and
more.
Long
after he’s done, I release him from my mouth. I climb
up over him, cuddling up close to him, with his
arms around me. I let my
fingers play along his ribs as I place a
kiss on his chest.
“Oh,
Angel,” I sigh, opening my eyes.
“Yes,
Xander?” He asks, looking at me curiously. His face
suddenly clears in realisation and he
smiles.
Then
so do Buffy, Willow, and even Giles.