Captured Images

Title: Captured Images
Author: Dani
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Pairing: B/A
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU Fic. PWP... that is all you are getting, just read it... She's a model.. he's a teacher... Its a shameless attempt to cure my writers block *blushes*

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She stood in the middle of the room, her bare feet laying on the scratchy surface of the low pile carpet. Nervously she made one last fleeting eye contact with the dark male, his eyes deep enough for Buffy to loose herself in. She sucked in a deep breath, her lungs filling with the needed oxygen as her small chest cavity expanded to accommodate it; she let the thin dark grey cotton robe fall from her shoulders, her body exposed to the cold temperature of the room.

The smooth fabric of the cotton caressed her as it feel fluently from her nude body, the material making a small pool around her. Uncomfortably waiting for further instructions, her nearly closed eyes searched for his; the comfort of his friendly and handsome face being what she need to focus on. Wishing that she had done anything but seek him out, her breath hitched deeply in her throat, all oxygen settling in a state of limbo as she struggled to regain a steady breathing rhythm.

His now black eyes absorbed deeply into her body, the memory of every curve, every inch of her tanned skin, being burned voraciously into his memory. Mentally he was stroking her, taking the perfect rose-colored pebble of her nipple in his warm mouth, warming it.

Angel's dark eyes fluttered shut almost effortlessly as the thin yellow pencil in his hands dented from his strong grip. The sight of her plump pert breasts hanging deliciously off of her skin, the way her slender torso highlighted the indentations of her bony ribs as she took deep shallow breaths. His eyes travelled to her long slender legs, the juncture of her thighs hidden beneath a taunting patch of blonde curls.

He was lost in the utter beauty of the creature in front of him, thinking of her not as an object of art, but as an object of lust, his own desires putting an opaque sheet of professionalism in front of his eyes.

Gaining control over his hormones he looked at the expectant eyes of his students, his vision bypassing that of Buffy's clouded hazel eyes. Shaking his head, his face fell flat with an emotionless guard, his handsome and dark features turning rigid and stiff. Walking slowly into the middle of the room, the passion for art began seeping out of his taut skin, his actions mimicking those that he had been trained to do.

Smiling reassuringly at her, he began to instruct her, his passion for art bringing a smile to his face. "If you would please sit." His voice coming out slightly deeper than usual, "and cross your legs." He took a small step back, his vision quickly scanning her overall position.

Buffy did as she was told, her body becoming inflamed with an unknown feeling, as she watched his distant gaze take in every line and freckle of her body. Maybe posing had not been the best choice for her. She shifted slightly uncomfortably, her slender arms resting in her lap.

Leaning in, his body just centimetres from her unclothed body, he whispered reassuringly into her ear. "Relax, you are doing great... your beautiful Buffy... a true vision of perfection, I mean it." His heavy breath coated her skin, sending small shivers of delight travelling unseen under the aroused surface of her skin. Angel bit back the urge to take the wonderfully smooth column of her neck in between his teeth. Looking down at her he couldn't help but smile inwardly at the way her perfectly still body held the slightest waver at his presence, which only he could see.

Her eyes closed letting his silk voice wrap itself around her like a phantom lover, she brought one arm back to naturally bend behind the back of her shoulder, her cold palm gripping tightly at the muscles of her neck. The other fell loosely at her side, her fingers barely holding onto her hip. Her long blonde hair hung loosely behind her, the silk tips curling around her back. She took one last breath, her body heating as she felt the room focus on her. Instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, she felt empowered, her body was a symbol of beauty, and Angel had said so.

Angel smiled walking away, seeing the look of contentment spread over her, the crimson blush highlighting her small cheek bones retreating into a distant memory. Without instruction the students began rapidly sketching, the dark black charcoal spreading easily onto the white surface of the textured canvas. He could see their eyes gaze upon her flesh, their minds seeking the ultimate way to capture her.

Buffy opened her eyes slowly; her normally light green eyes a now dark emerald. Sitting as stil pos possible she chanced a glance at the busied hands frantically working to draw what it was they saw. She saw Angel's broad and dominant presence move slowly around the room, his eyes looking at the progress of his students, then to her.

She smiled, their eyes meeting in an intensely locking gaze, a slow smirk beginning to spread over his face. The next hour went by quickly, Angel making small comments and suggestions here and there. The bell rung loudly, Buffy'dy fdy falling happily loose, her arm slightly sore from the lack of movement. She quickly picked the robe up off of the floor, its jersey cotton texture instantly warming her chilled skin as she wrapped her frail body in it.

The blonde male quickly strode over towards her, his books tightly clutched in his sweaty palms. "Hi, um your names Buffy right...? I think I've seen you around a few times, you go to UC Sunnydale?" He fidgeted nervously in front of her.

Buffy a t a tentative step backwards on automatic judgement as she watched the aloof male shake his sandy blonde hair out of his bright blue eyes. "Ah, ya... that's me." She spat out nervously, her voice holding a tone of caution as she watched his eyes racking up and down her body ever so slowly, no doubt picturing her in a state of undress.

Angel watched from a distance, as one of his students, Riley Finn, made his way towards the blonde goddess. He quelled the jealous sting that he felt in his tightly closed fists, as his neck craned to hear the conversation. He watched as she backed away regaining her personal space, only to have the boy re-enter it.

"My name is Riley, I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime... I don't know maybe a move, dinner or something?" His hand slowly reached out to touch her cheek, he could only imagine if it was as soft as it looked.

Buffy was in no mood to be picked up by some horny student. Seeing his arm reach out in slow motion she moved even further back, hoping that he would get the point. "I don't think so." She said as nicely as she could, the annoyance she held not completely drowned out.

Angel couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, there were many reasons he could not stomach the thought of her saying yes, the most peculiar was his own desire to shield her from any other males on the planet, she was his.

Riley's eyes shifted a deeper shade of blue, the orbs turning slightly angry and cold; enough to make Buffy's body shiver, goose bumps travelling the length of her freshly shaven legs.WhatWhat do you mean no?" He asked incredulously, his tone harsh and unyielding, he was nervous yes, but the thought of her saying no to him was not understood or accepted.

Angel's gaze hardened, his eyes flashing red in anger, how dare he look and speak with her like that. "Um, what do I mean no? N-O, I wont go out with you... look you seem nic..." She was cut off by the suddenly tight grip of his clammy hand on her bare arm, her skin crawling as his fingers dug into her bone bruising the tender flesh. Riley yanked harshly on her arm, her body falling towards his taller form, fear beginning to implement itself into her consciousness.

Angel moved at a speed not known to him, as he quickly came up right on the other side of Buffy, his dangerous eyes staring at the young man. "I suggest you remove your hands from Ms. Summers arm right now, or I can't be held accountable for what I might to do you Mr. Finn..." He growled, his body towering over Riley's.

Riley's hand quickly dropped, a quake of fear beginning in his toes and working its way up towards his empty brain. "I didn't... I mean I wasn't going to hurt her..." Riley stammered out, his body being pushed back by a livid Angel advancing towards the now cowering boy.

"If you come within 10 feet of Buffy, so help me god..." The images running through his highly creative mind too horrific to mention in the presence of a lady.

Buffy's eyes widened in surprise, her tears enduring in her big scared eyes as Angel came in and intervened. She absent-mindedly rubbed her reddened arm, the pain beginning to radiate through her arm as she cast her eyes towards the ground. This was not how she wanted to meet the stranger that she had noticed a few times around town.

Angel watched the young man practically run out the door as he possessively pulled Buffy into his chest. He could hear her muffled sobs against his broad chest, as she tried valiantly to hold them in. "Shush... Are you alright?" He asked quietly into her soft hair as he shooed the rest of the lingering students out of the room.

He brought her small chin up by tipping her head with his fingers. Buffy simply nodded, doing all she could to avoid his eyes. "Look at me..." He gently pleaded as her eyes slowly opened, a single warm tear running down her smooth face. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as if was it the beginning stages of a heart attack.

"It just scared me that's all, I am usually not like this... I mean I could have taken care of that you know..." She tried explaining as she felt her body begin to shiver from his presence, her fautoautomatically melting with his. His masculine smell was intoxicating her, making her knee's wobble; it felt so good, so right when she was pressed up against his chest.

His large hand came up to her face, his fingers wiping the lone tear that ran down her cheek. He couldn't, didn't want to explain the intense feeling that began to stir inside of him. Her scent was lingering in the air, her soft vanilla honey making him light headed. He wanted more than anything, looking into her big green eyes, to lean forward pressing his lips to hers. He vaguely noted the way her hand was clutching at her arm, where Riley had grabbed her.

Gently moving her hand out of the way, he growled loudly, a purple bruise already starting to eat at her flesh. "That son of a bitch, I am going to kick his fucking ass!" He yelled, making Buffy jump from the passion in his vocal cords.

She reached out, putting a soft hand on his arm, his movements stopping immediately as he felt her timid gesture. "Don't Mr. O'Connor... he's not worth it, not worth your job." Her eye's pleaded with him.

He knew from that exact moment on that he could not deny her anything, as her plump bottom lip came out in a perfect pout. His eyes again shut, his body fighting for dominance over his mind, as he had to restrain from sucking that perfect plump lip in between his teeth. He could just imagine the softness, the moist warm wetness of her mouth as his tongue slid in with hers; shivering he reopened his eyes.

"Angel... you can call me Angel." His words came huskily, as blood swirled all over his body except for his brain.

"Okay, um... you can call me Buffy..." She replied dumbly, not knowing how to break the thick wall of tension that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They looked at each other shyly, Angel's eyes focused on her beautiful luminous depths. "Thank you for posing for us today... we rarely get someone as beautiful as you, you make a wonderful subject." He moved slightly closer to her, their bodies a mere couple of inches apart.

"I don't know if I'll do it again... I needed the money and was curious about it when Mr. Williams offered me the job... " She suddenly blushed his words sinking into her lust filled brain, he had called her beautiful... "Thank you by the way... I mean... ya..." She stumbled off, not knowing what else to say.

Angel was fidgeting, his nails practically throwing themselves in his mouth, as his nerves began to make his entire body jittery. He wanted to, needed to, ask her out. He couldn't bear to see the blonde goddess walk out of his life forever. "Um... Buffy... I feel like a real ass... in light of what just... happened..." He paused his courage running like a beaten dog between the legs of his master.

Buffy just looked at him, smiling as he fidgeting restlessly, was he going to ask her out? She hoped that he would. He was gorgeous, beyond handsome, with his dark spiky hair, deep dark eyes, muscular body, and tall lean form. She had caught glimpses of him around town here and there, but walking into that classroom today was the first time she actually saw him.

"Would you want to, God! I am an ass! Buffy do you want to go out to...."

"Yes." She said excitedly before he could even finish his sentence. She was hanging off of every word that left his mouth, her eyes locked on his pink tongue and they way it moved in his mouth... she just couldn't stand it.

He smiled happily, his features suddenly lightening as he looked into her beautiful face. Buffy clutched at her cotton robe self-consciously abruptly remembering that she was still wearing it. "Maybe I should get dressed... I mean... I am standing here practically naked... well, not that you haven't seen me naked... Okay I am going to stop now..." She quickly shut her mouth smiling. "Tendency to ramble when I am nervous..."

Angel fell in love at the that exact moment, she was so cute he felt like screaming, he felt like dragging her into the dressing room, ripping her robe off, and making sweet love to her. "I like it when you ramble... and don't be nervous..." His hand reached out to stroke her arm, his touch sending boof eof electricity jumping wildly between their skin.

Buffy walked away slowly, her smile never faltering as he just stared, his eyes glassy and shining. Closing the door of the dressing room behind her she sighed happily, her heated forehead resting on the cool wood door in front of her. She had a date with Angel O'Connor. She jumped up and down wildly for a few second, internally screaming with joy. She couldn't wait to call Willow.

Grabbing the bag she had brought with her, she discarded the robe seeing herself as she stood in front of the large mirror. She quickly pinned up her long blonde hair, silk curly strands falling loosely all over her head as it spilled out of the brown plastic clip. She shimmied her body into the light material of her blue sundress, her hips wiggling to get it all the way up.

Her long arm reached behind her awkwardly to grasp the small bronze zipper, the balls on her bare feet curling up in order to get the fastener to move. She got it half way up, the material bunching in between the teeth, the zipper stopping. Srownrowned, pulling the zipper down, then back up, only to have it get stuck again.

"Um.. Angel..." She called out loudly, her head peaking around the door as she opened it slowly.

Angel walked over slowly, "What's up?" He asked curiously as her hands clutched at the side of the door.

"My zipper is stuck... do you think you could... umm help me?" Her well shaped eyebrows lifted in a plea.

She slowly turned around, Angel's jaw dropping at the way the thin smoke blue of her dress hung deliciously off of every curve he had seen minutes prior. Shaking his head slowly, his breath beginning to shallow, his feet dragged his otherwise occupied body towards her. Walking into the large dressing room, he smiled at her.

She turned around slowly, her eyes big with passion; his large body once again making her feel like she was floating on a soft cloud of warmth. Her breath sucked in as she felt his strong hands on her back. He grasped the tiny zipper in his hands, his focus on her bare smooth back, the flesh screaming out to be licked and bitten. Without thinking properly, he leaned forward, his body bending at his hips as his nose lay just inches from the warmth of her skin. He inhaled deeply, her unique scent sending hands of pleasure across his body.

His tongue reached her before his lips, as he planted a soft open-mouthed kiss on the base of her neck. He felt her buckle, her knees loosing the will to support her. He reached his arm out quickly, her petite body being pulled back into his chest. She moaned softly feeling the hard evidence of his arousal poking into her back. Closing her eyes she wrapped her hand behind them to push him closer to her.

He kissed her once again, this time his lips travelling the span of her back, his lips and tongue nipping at her. She turned around quickly, her hands going up around his neck to pull him towards her. Their lips met with a ferocious fire, its heat consuming all oxygen as they were forced to pull away for salvation. Breathing for just a second he attacked her, his tongue pushing roughly into her mouth, their teeth clashing together for an instant before they adjusted their heated bodies.

Buffy was moaning continually into his open mouth, her body feeling tingly all over, an intense flip flop in the depths of her core as she felt herself become wet from arousal. He pushed her body back, her legs moving easily, as she felt herself being lifted onto the vanity table. Her legs spreading instinctively, Angel's body swooping in between them.

His hand was held firm at the back of her neck, his fingers reached up past her clip into the soft abyss of her hair. He broke their kiss, his lips travelling down her cheeks to her neck. She craned herself, offering whatever it was that he desired. She was lost in the sensations as she wrapped her legs around him, his large groin pushing into her core.

He moaned loudly, his teeth biting at her shoulder possessively as he felt her wetness through several layers of clothing. He pushed the thin spaghetti straps of her dress down, the strings falling off of her shoulders, the dress falling to her waist. Buffy's small hands drifted to his hair, her fingers lightly scrapping his scalp as his warm mouth latched onto her nipple, his teeth lightly scrapping over the hard bud.

His hand was rubbing her thigh, his movements erratic as his hand snaked under her dre She She was so hot against him, he felt as if he would spontaneously combust at any moment. His fingers boldly moved the mesh material of her thong to the side, his digits passing over her soaking mound.

She shrieked, his contact unexpected, her hands holding him tighter to her breast. She was not a virgin, but she had never felt this much passion, this much pleasure. His finger slowly pushed into her opening, the soft walls of her core bathing it. Pushing it in and out a few times, he added a second finger, stretching her tight walls. His mouth left her breast; small purple dots of broken blood cells adorned her perfect breast, leaving a nicely shaped hickey on her skin.

He sought out her mouth, his hand thrusting into her with speed. "Oh god... Angel..." She moaned against him, her hips meeting the base of his hand. "So beautiful... " He whispered, his lips leaving her swollen and red ones. He looked deep into her eyes, their foreheads pressed together as he watched her climax build. "Come for me baby... I want to feel you around my fingers... know it was me who brought you there..." He whispered once more, his own erection digging painfully in his jeans.

Buffy struggled to maintain eye contact, to keep her heavy lids open as his words attacked her core simultaneously with his fingers that were now rubbing her swollen and engorged bud. She came quickly, her head thrown back, her body clenching tightly around his fingers, as she shook slightly, his name screaming out of her mouth.

His fingers slowed as he quickly removed pressure from her now over stimulated clitoris. Waves of satisfaction crashed over him, as he watched the golden flicks of her peak rush through her eyes, her whole body beginning to glow in contentment. She smiled lovingly at him, his eyes almost black with his own need. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, dextrously removing each one from its hole with one hand.

He smirked her, obviously impressed at the actions she was able to perform under the circumstances. She reached for the metal buckle of his pants next, the leather moving uneasily to the side and out of the loops. She kissed him once more, their bodies colliding together, her bare chest rubbing against his.

His pants were pushed down his slender hips, her bare feet pulling the material down his legs. His erection bounced free, the large vein pulsating with blood. He lifted her easily, removing her dress and panties in one fluid motion, as he stepped out of his own pants. They looked at each for second, Buffy's hands massaging the tight and firm muscles of his behind.

They joined quickly, his velvet shaft pushing through her opening flawlessly, its large girth rubbing each part of her inner walls. She moaned with pleasure, he filled her like no other had, not that there had been many. His eyes screwed shut, his balls clenching with anticipation; it certainly was too soon to embarrass himself. Buffy stilled her motions, feeling his rigid shaft inside her pulse with need. She kissed him softly, willing his body to relax.

He lost himself in the kiss, their tongues tenderly bathing each other as their lower bodies moved together in a slow rhythm. Their kiss broke as he began to speed up his movements, his body plunging into hers. Their moans filled the room, a fine layer of sweat coating their joined bodies as they let the intense pleasure overwhelm them.

Buffy was the first to fall over the edge, her sanity teetering closely on the edge for several minutes as Angel built her up, then backed away, prolonging her pleasure. Digging her long nails into his back, she froze, her body screaming, as she was ripped apart by feelings unknown on earth. It was her quaking walls that pushed him over, his seed tearing through his shaft to coat her walls in thick whitish fluid pump after pump.

He collapsed on her in sheer exhaustion, his legs burning from the prolonged position, as he lay panting on her slick chest. She smiled at him, her body tired and sated as her fingers ran through his far from perfect hair. They lay in each other arms, revelling in the warmth and unspoken love for each other.

He sleepily opened his eyes, his voice thick with fatigue as he spoke, "You know this means the only person you'll be posing for is me right?" His hand rubbed possessively up and down her heated skin, each inch belonging to his heart.

She laughed, his words touching a part in her heart, "Yes I know... now how about dinner I am starved..."

"I could eat..." He looked up at her, his dark lashes batting in a blatantly sexual innuendo, as his hand began to rub along her bare thigh once more.

"Food... real food..." She gave him a pointed look, "Then we'll see about desert..." She kissed him lightly on the lips, her tongue ever so slightly rubbing along his soft lips. He moaned, his mouth opening. "Desert now, dinner later..." Was the last he managed to say as his tongue found its way in her mouth.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!