AUTHOR: Kelly Rowe
RATING: NC-17 (EXTREME)
SUMMARY: Buffy, Angelus and Smut. Do you really need to know more than that?
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel and all other characters (except those I make up) are the absolute property of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and Warner Bros (If I owned them, the events of Buffy seasons 4-7 wouldn't have occurred and Buffy and Angel would be happily married with 2.4 kids.)
SPOILERS: General (if any)
TIMELINE: AU season 2 BTVS.
PAIRING: B/Aus
CATEGORY: PWP
DISTRIBUTION: You want you can have it; just tell me where you put it.
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The redolent sound of the unoiled door could not help but elevate the echelon of her heartbeat - just a small amount - as her memory recalled all of the other recent evenings that she had come here willingly. A thousand candles warmed the musky air as Buffy walked unhurriedly towards the foot of the king-sized bed that dominated the darkened room and looked up to where her surreptitious lover lay naked against the blood red satin pillows.
"You came," he said smiling his trademarked half smirk. "I knew that you would."
Buffy acquiesced by nodding as Angelus patted the bed beside him in an invitation to join him. "You were the one who left me all alone in *my* bed in the middle of the night."
"You are aware of my rules. I do not sleep with you, I merely fuck with you. If you can't handle it -" Angelus replied as he caressed her face with a more or less brutal motion. "Besides it was problematical to concentrate with your mother and your watcher going at it like bunnies in the next room."
Buffy disregarded his words as she felt herself liquefy into his muscular arms and she allowed him to undo the tie on her haltered baby blue dress, the one that she had so vigilantly chosen for their clandestine meeting. Her dress fell away from her body, showing him that she had not bothered with wearing anything that could possibly get in his way and he without delay began to place rough kisses - interspersed with a nip or two with his fangs - along her naked skin, softened and scented with vanilla from her earlier bathing.
In the muted candlelight, Angelus' body looked even more beautiful than she remembered - like a slab of well carved marble. She ran her nimble hands wonderingly over his wide shoulders, traced the outline of his pectoral muscles and planted kisses of her own upon each of his nipples.
Angelus rolled over onto his back so that his erect penis reached up into the air admirably. Buffy kneeled beside her undead lover and bent her head until her cherry colored lips touched the glistening head of his shaft. She wanted to taste him as well as touch him. She wanted him so much.
"What is it about you?" she murmured virtually inaudibly.
"Don't you think that it is probable that we were made for each other?" he derided her teenaged view of things. "Look at how well we fit together."
He pulled her to lie down alongside him so that the swell of her hip fitted to the curve of his waist. Then he rolled on top of her and straddled her, resting his smooth chin between her luscious breasts. Buffy felt the tip of his manhood touch her thigh, his superfluous breaths upon her flushed naked skin caused goosebumps to be raised.
He lifted his head and smirked once more at her before he lowered it and kissed/nipped his way down her sun-kissed flesh, parting her firm thighs and knelt between them. Still smirking at her, he slid his ice-cold hand towards the entrance of her vagina.
It felt like an age until his finger finally breached her labia and touched her inside. She permitted her hips to buck upwards, pushing his finger deeper as she moved. She wanted more than anything to be penetrated by him. She realized that she had wanted him without a moments pause in desire since he had left her lying alone in her own bed the night before.
"I want you," she told him as he thrust another finger inside her, her head thrown back in a gesticulation of satisfaction. "I want you inside me every night. I want to be yours."
Angelus did not reply verbally, he just pushed his fingers in a little deeper.
"Not just your hand," she told him, reaching towards where his penis bobbed upwards. "I want you inside me totally. And I want you to come with me when I come."
Buffy wrapped her petite hand around his hefty shaft and began to manipulate his erection. His smirk contorted into an _expression of ecstasy as borrowed blood flooded through his veins. It was not long before he climbed on top of her once again and thrust his penis forcefully into her longing labia.
Buffy let her eyes drift to the place where their pelvises met, to the way he was thrusting in and out of her so that their bodies appeared like two parts of a well oiled machine. The sight of Angelus' dick plunging into her was almost as good as the feeling it gave her deep inside.
She felt her vagina begin to pulsate in positive reception of him from the very first powerful stroke. It was a relentless rhythmic pulsation that began to spread little by little throughout her limbs like an unrelenting heat.
He knew what Buffy sought after - required. She had the peculiar sense that he always had done. When he was sure that she was virtually intolerably aroused, he changed the direction and depth of his thrusts. Whether he was aiming straight for her g-spot or just tickling the edges of her labia with the very tip of his throbbing shaft, each and every stroke was meticulously premeditated to drive her closer to the moment of ultimate release.
Buffy lifted her legs from the bed and wrapping them securely around Angelus' body, at the same time grasping his buttocks with her hands and using them to bring him further inside her still. Her fingers dug hard into his firm flesh as she grew more energized, forcing him to increase in intensity the pace of his movement to keep time with her racing breath.
This coupling she would not let him go until he came inside of her. She would not and could not be satisfied if he allowed her to achieve the point of orgasm alone in his accustomed perverted way of making her ache psychologically. Holding him forcefully against her diminutive body using her slayer-strength enhanced thighs, Angelus pumped his pelvis more and more frenetically. It was evident that he was no longer in control of the desire.
Buffy's eyes widened with amazement when she felt the established signal of his penis pressing up against her g-spot. His mouth open and fangs protruding as she threw back her head and bared her throat to him. As he bit down their bodies were all of a sudden pulled hard against each other as if by some indiscernible force. Buffy's vagina started to pulsate and contract in picture perfect synchronization with the pumping of his penis. It was the definitive shared moment.
Angelus rolled off of her sweating body and Buffy knew that it was his precursor to end their epigrammatic time together - for now. Quickly tossing back on her disheveled clothing that she had worn over there earlier, she departed his room in the mansion - ignoring Spike and his crazy sire - with a smile and the sinful knowledge that tomorrow night or the next he would be the one to seek her out.
As she walked back towards the house that she shared with her mother - and all too frequently lately, Giles - she pushed all thoughts of her demon lover from her mind. From experience she knew that if she did not do so before she climbed through her bedroom window that she would not sleep well tonight. And she needed to be well rested for her next encounter with him.
Standing by her bed she tossed off the dress and without even bothering to shower, she pulled on a shirt that Angelus had left behind one night and fell into bed and a deep sleep. Where she spent the rest of the night dreaming of all the depraved things she had yet to experience at the hand of her master and longing to be with him yet again.
End
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