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AtS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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A Deeper More Dangerous Look
Disclaimer: See chap 1
Feedback: I need it to live. Ok, so that’s not entirely true, but I do need it to write.
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Chapter 3: A Deeper More Dangerous Look
“Angel. Hi.” The Slayer said with a smile. Fiona contained a cringe as Angel moved forward to hug Buffy.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“Dawn and I came down to visit dad, thought I’d stop by.” She said.
“I’m glad you did.” He said.
Fiona nibbled on her lip, sighing softly as she looked at Angel’s face. His eyes were bright and the love in them obvious.
“Hi, I’m Buffy.” She said her eyes falling on Fiona.
“Fiona.” She said softly and sighed when Angel turned toward her, it looked like he had completely forgotten she was there.
“Fiona is Doyle’s cousin. She’s staying here while she’s in town.” Angel said. “Did Dawn come with you?”
“Naa, she’s shopping with some old friends. I’ll bring her by before we leave though.”
Fiona quietly moved to the stairs and went up to her room. She knew Angel didn’t love her but sometimes she wasn’t even sure if he liked her. She was beginning to hope that with this new situation they’d become friends instead of just lovers and she thought they were getting somewhere but as soon as he saw his former love it was like the rest of the world dropped away and he could only see her. She changed into a pair of boxers and a tank top then settled on her bed to read, trying to take her mind off of Angel and the gorgeous slayer below. An hour later the object of her frustration tapped on her door.
“Come in.” She called setting aside her book.
“Hey.” He said closing the door behind him and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“So that was her, huh?”
“Yeah.” Angel said and Fiona couldn’t miss the longing in his eyes. “What are you reading?”
“Milton’s Paradise Lost.” She said and bit her lip as he moved up to lie next to her.
“Again?” He asked picking up the old book.
“What can I say? I never get tired of it.” Fiona said and tried desperately to slow her heart as he placed the book on her nightstand and ran a single finger over her collarbone.
“This is pretty.” He said moving his finger to play with the Celtic knot work charm that rested in the hollow of her throat. She closed her eyes briefly and took a breath.
“I-I found it when I was unpacking.” She stuttered as his hand moved again to caress the skin right above the top of her shirt. Damn him, i can't stay mad at him when he does that, she thought cursing the immediate reaction he could always elicit. One look, one touch, and he made her melt.
“You disappeared earlier.” He murmured sliding down one strap of her top and leaning forward to nuzzle her now bare shoulder.
“You noticed?” She asked distractedly and immediately regretted it as he pulled away. She could never think straight when he touched her.
“Of course I noticed.” He said, his eyebrows drawn together as he studied her.
She sighed and sat up. “I’m sorry, it’s just that when she came in I figured the world could have ended and you wouldn’t have noticed.”
“Fiona, I love Buffy but it’s over between us. You know that.”
“I do but before she came in you were practically ready to ravage me on the ballroom floor then you take one look at her and I cease to exist. I know what we have is only physical and maybe I’m being a selfish little. . .” She forgot what she was going to say as he leaned over and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. She whimpered as he took her hands and pressed them above her head then released her lips to trail icy hot kisses to her ear.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “Buffy caught me off guard but I shouldn’t have ignored you.”
He caught her earlobe between blunt teeth and pulled lightly causing her to arch up against him.
“Let me make it up to you.” He said applying light pressure to her hands as a silent order to stay. He got up and went to the door, sliding the lock into place then he went to nightstand and pulled out a green satin scarf. He tied her hands tightly to the headboard and moved to lay beside her again. He ran his hands over her chest and with a few quick tugs he reduced her top to rags. She pulled at her bonds as he cupped her breasts, twisting the nipples to hardened peaks. She moaned when he replaced one hand with his mouth. He used his free hand to unbutton his shirt. He trailed nips and kisses between her breasts, down her stomach where he stopped and pulled tiny bits of the taunt flesh between his teeth hard enough to leave marks but not to break the skin. His hands moved to the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside.
“Please Angel.” She whimpered, then hissed as he smirked.
“Maybe I want to take my time.” He said.
“You’re supposed to be making it up to me, not torturie.” e.” She said arching against his mouth.
“But you love to be tortured.” He murmured.
“No fair.” She groaned, her hands pulling desperately at her bonds. She wanted to touch him so badly.
“You break that scarf and you’re going to have to be punished.” He said into her stomach using his teeth to tug on the steel loop that pierced her bellybutton.
She moaned and struggled for another moment then cleanly broke threw the scarf. She grabbed his head and pulled him up her body.
“Promise?” She hissed then pulled his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss.
“Later.” He said when they broke apart. His lips met hers again and his hands slid down her body as her hands deftly undid the button fly of his black jeans. She pushed them down just far enough to free his erection from its confines.
“Punish me now.” She whispered huskily giving his throbbing cock a harsh squeeze.
A deep growl rumbled in his throat and his eyes flashed gold. She whimpered and he felt a fresh rush of wetness on the hand that was stroking her core. He sat up and flipped her onto her stomach then forced her to her hands and knees. He stood up to remove his pants completely and she had the nerve to wiggle her ass at him. He smirked as he kneeled on the bed once again. Angel ran a hand from the nape of her neck to the curve of her ass then brought back his hand and smacked her ass once firmly. She moaned softly. He grabbed her hips and jerked her back to him, bending down to drag his teeth down her spine. She shivered and pushed back against him. He leaned forward, draping his body over her back and reached under her pillow knowing she always kept the remote to her stereo there. He turned on the radio and put the volume up as high as it would go.
Fiona knew exactly what that meant and her arms buckled in anticipation. Then when she heard the song playing it only increased her excitement.
Perfect, She thought with an evil grin as she listened to the familiar lyrics of one of her favorite bands.
*Lover boy, kinky toy
Dirty pleasure, super nasty joy
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up*
An elegant hand snaked between he thighs to find her dripping. He used her wetness to lubricate his cock then pulled her cheeks apart. Angel knew she would enjoy this as much if not more than he so he didn’t bother preparing her. This was supposed to be punishment after all kne knew that if he ever went to far she’d let him know.
*Lover Girl, tasty pearl
Come for me, you're gonna rule my world
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up*
The vampire pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscles and paused for a moment. When all she did was moan loudly he thrust the rest of the way in. He pulled out and entered her again quickly, she pushed back to meet him.
“Faster, please.” She begged.
He complied with her plea and it only took a few minutes until she was almost on the edge.
“Who do you belong to?” He demanded pounding into her.
“You, Angel. Only you.” She moaned.
“Scream for me.” He commanded but she shook her head.
He thrust harder into her but again she shook her head. “What will it take?” He asked seductively, slipping a hand under her to finger her clit.
She only hissed and flipped her hair to the side, baring her neck.
He growled and grabbed her hair and pushing her face to the mattress then lunged forward sinking his fangs into the nape of her neck. She screamed them, the animalistic sound barely covered by the pulsating rock/techno music blaring from her speakers. Her inner muscles clamped down on him like a vise and he followed her into ecstasy.
*Lover boy, bondage toy
Rubber creature, cover me with joy
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up
Lover Girl, leather World
Give me head, you really make me squirm
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up*
~TBC~
Note: Lyrics are by Lords of Acid, the song is called Lover Boy/Lover Girl
Feedback: I need it to live. Ok, so that’s not entirely true, but I do need it to write.
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Chapter 3: A Deeper More Dangerous Look
“Angel. Hi.” The Slayer said with a smile. Fiona contained a cringe as Angel moved forward to hug Buffy.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“Dawn and I came down to visit dad, thought I’d stop by.” She said.
“I’m glad you did.” He said.
Fiona nibbled on her lip, sighing softly as she looked at Angel’s face. His eyes were bright and the love in them obvious.
“Hi, I’m Buffy.” She said her eyes falling on Fiona.
“Fiona.” She said softly and sighed when Angel turned toward her, it looked like he had completely forgotten she was there.
“Fiona is Doyle’s cousin. She’s staying here while she’s in town.” Angel said. “Did Dawn come with you?”
“Naa, she’s shopping with some old friends. I’ll bring her by before we leave though.”
Fiona quietly moved to the stairs and went up to her room. She knew Angel didn’t love her but sometimes she wasn’t even sure if he liked her. She was beginning to hope that with this new situation they’d become friends instead of just lovers and she thought they were getting somewhere but as soon as he saw his former love it was like the rest of the world dropped away and he could only see her. She changed into a pair of boxers and a tank top then settled on her bed to read, trying to take her mind off of Angel and the gorgeous slayer below. An hour later the object of her frustration tapped on her door.
“Come in.” She called setting aside her book.
“Hey.” He said closing the door behind him and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“So that was her, huh?”
“Yeah.” Angel said and Fiona couldn’t miss the longing in his eyes. “What are you reading?”
“Milton’s Paradise Lost.” She said and bit her lip as he moved up to lie next to her.
“Again?” He asked picking up the old book.
“What can I say? I never get tired of it.” Fiona said and tried desperately to slow her heart as he placed the book on her nightstand and ran a single finger over her collarbone.
“This is pretty.” He said moving his finger to play with the Celtic knot work charm that rested in the hollow of her throat. She closed her eyes briefly and took a breath.
“I-I found it when I was unpacking.” She stuttered as his hand moved again to caress the skin right above the top of her shirt. Damn him, i can't stay mad at him when he does that, she thought cursing the immediate reaction he could always elicit. One look, one touch, and he made her melt.
“You disappeared earlier.” He murmured sliding down one strap of her top and leaning forward to nuzzle her now bare shoulder.
“You noticed?” She asked distractedly and immediately regretted it as he pulled away. She could never think straight when he touched her.
“Of course I noticed.” He said, his eyebrows drawn together as he studied her.
She sighed and sat up. “I’m sorry, it’s just that when she came in I figured the world could have ended and you wouldn’t have noticed.”
“Fiona, I love Buffy but it’s over between us. You know that.”
“I do but before she came in you were practically ready to ravage me on the ballroom floor then you take one look at her and I cease to exist. I know what we have is only physical and maybe I’m being a selfish little. . .” She forgot what she was going to say as he leaned over and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. She whimpered as he took her hands and pressed them above her head then released her lips to trail icy hot kisses to her ear.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “Buffy caught me off guard but I shouldn’t have ignored you.”
He caught her earlobe between blunt teeth and pulled lightly causing her to arch up against him.
“Let me make it up to you.” He said applying light pressure to her hands as a silent order to stay. He got up and went to the door, sliding the lock into place then he went to nightstand and pulled out a green satin scarf. He tied her hands tightly to the headboard and moved to lay beside her again. He ran his hands over her chest and with a few quick tugs he reduced her top to rags. She pulled at her bonds as he cupped her breasts, twisting the nipples to hardened peaks. She moaned when he replaced one hand with his mouth. He used his free hand to unbutton his shirt. He trailed nips and kisses between her breasts, down her stomach where he stopped and pulled tiny bits of the taunt flesh between his teeth hard enough to leave marks but not to break the skin. His hands moved to the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside.
“Please Angel.” She whimpered, then hissed as he smirked.
“Maybe I want to take my time.” He said.
“You’re supposed to be making it up to me, not torturie.” e.” She said arching against his mouth.
“But you love to be tortured.” He murmured.
“No fair.” She groaned, her hands pulling desperately at her bonds. She wanted to touch him so badly.
“You break that scarf and you’re going to have to be punished.” He said into her stomach using his teeth to tug on the steel loop that pierced her bellybutton.
She moaned and struggled for another moment then cleanly broke threw the scarf. She grabbed his head and pulled him up her body.
“Promise?” She hissed then pulled his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss.
“Later.” He said when they broke apart. His lips met hers again and his hands slid down her body as her hands deftly undid the button fly of his black jeans. She pushed them down just far enough to free his erection from its confines.
“Punish me now.” She whispered huskily giving his throbbing cock a harsh squeeze.
A deep growl rumbled in his throat and his eyes flashed gold. She whimpered and he felt a fresh rush of wetness on the hand that was stroking her core. He sat up and flipped her onto her stomach then forced her to her hands and knees. He stood up to remove his pants completely and she had the nerve to wiggle her ass at him. He smirked as he kneeled on the bed once again. Angel ran a hand from the nape of her neck to the curve of her ass then brought back his hand and smacked her ass once firmly. She moaned softly. He grabbed her hips and jerked her back to him, bending down to drag his teeth down her spine. She shivered and pushed back against him. He leaned forward, draping his body over her back and reached under her pillow knowing she always kept the remote to her stereo there. He turned on the radio and put the volume up as high as it would go.
Fiona knew exactly what that meant and her arms buckled in anticipation. Then when she heard the song playing it only increased her excitement.
Perfect, She thought with an evil grin as she listened to the familiar lyrics of one of her favorite bands.
*Lover boy, kinky toy
Dirty pleasure, super nasty joy
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up*
An elegant hand snaked between he thighs to find her dripping. He used her wetness to lubricate his cock then pulled her cheeks apart. Angel knew she would enjoy this as much if not more than he so he didn’t bother preparing her. This was supposed to be punishment after all kne knew that if he ever went to far she’d let him know.
*Lover Girl, tasty pearl
Come for me, you're gonna rule my world
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up*
The vampire pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscles and paused for a moment. When all she did was moan loudly he thrust the rest of the way in. He pulled out and entered her again quickly, she pushed back to meet him.
“Faster, please.” She begged.
He complied with her plea and it only took a few minutes until she was almost on the edge.
“Who do you belong to?” He demanded pounding into her.
“You, Angel. Only you.” She moaned.
“Scream for me.” He commanded but she shook her head.
He thrust harder into her but again she shook her head. “What will it take?” He asked seductively, slipping a hand under her to finger her clit.
She only hissed and flipped her hair to the side, baring her neck.
He growled and grabbed her hair and pushing her face to the mattress then lunged forward sinking his fangs into the nape of her neck. She screamed them, the animalistic sound barely covered by the pulsating rock/techno music blaring from her speakers. Her inner muscles clamped down on him like a vise and he followed her into ecstasy.
*Lover boy, bondage toy
Rubber creature, cover me with joy
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up
Lover Girl, leather World
Give me head, you really make me squirm
Strap me up, spank me up
Beat me up, heat me up*
~TBC~
Note: Lyrics are by Lords of Acid, the song is called Lover Boy/Lover Girl