Delicious Presents

Title: Delicious Presents
Author: Dani
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Pairing: B/A
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU, PWP, Buffy gets a nice present... mine is the 22nd of December, I'll have what she's having thanks!!! Yes, another shamless attempt to cure the blockage...


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Buffy jumped up and down excitedly, her hands slightly trembling as her sharp eyes caught the unmistakable trademark gold lettering of the small see-through card as she pulled it out of the envelope. She screeched excitedly, pug thg the gift certificate the rest of the way out. "Oh my god you guys!! You didn't have to go and do this... it must have cost you a fortune!!" Her small slender legs moved rapidly, as she shook the roof of the small apartment beneath her.

Willow and Tara looked to each other, their eyes merging as one, as matching smiles brightened their young faces. "Of course we had to do this Buffy! It's your 24th birthday, besides, Xander pitched in, and you have been working way too much!" Willow explained quickly, her words coming out in one constant stream, as her excitement was fully unveiled.

Willow, Tara and Xander had decided that a gift certificate to LA's most popular spa would be the perfect present for Buffy, a way for her to relax and forget the past few ungodly months.

Buffy's jumped from her seat on the couch, her small body propelling itself into the thin arms of her best friend, and her girlfriend; their head as clanking together as Buffy squeezed their bodies. When Buffy had first found out that her best friend ever in the whole wide world was a lesbian she was shocked to say the least, floored would be a more accurate description, but that soon passed as saw the interaction between the two girls.

"Yes-s-s, Buf-fy, I a rea-lly hope th-h-at you wil-l like it." Tara managed to mumble out, her words stuttering as she spoke excitedly.

"Like it! I love it! I am going to make my appointment right now! I have heard it takes month's to get into that place." Buffy ran to the small white cordless phone, her bare feet squishing into the soft carpet.

She looked closely at the card, her bright green eyes struggling to read the fine printed numbers. Squealing once more her slender fingers began to dial nimbly at the warm plastic buttons of the glowing keypad.

"Hello, you have red thd the Oasis... How can I help you?" The voice barked out snottily.

"Um... Hello... My name is Buffy Summers... my friends have just gotten me a gift certificate for a full body massage... I needed to make an appointment."

Buffy spoke out slightly unsure if they would even admit someone like her into the swanky spa.

She could hear the girl on the other end of the phone slightly chuckle, a gift certificate caller, her stuck up tone registering even through her shrill excuse of a laugh. "Well... Bunny, you are in luck, we have just had a cancellation for one of our more popular masseurrs... his name is Angel O'Connor, he is available at 12 pm on the 6th." Her voice purred over the god like name, her tone lowering several octaves.

Not even having to think twice or check a calendar, "Um... My name is Buffy... With two F's, and yes, that is perfect... I guess I will see you soon." Buffy had a hard time keeping her joy concealed in of of her.

The attendant simply sighed her disapproval, annoyed at having to actually work, as she logged in the appointment and disconnected the call.

Buffy looked at the phone briefly its dial tone buzzing in her head, before turning to her friends. "They can fit me in next week. Thank you guy's sooooo much!! I can't believe it, I have always wanted to go there..." She squealed once more.
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Buffy could hardly concentrate as she drove her small sliver civic towards the spa, her mind racing and jumping at the chance to actually step foot into the legendary landmark; actual celebrities went here. Parking her car next to a jet black 03' Mercedes and a cherry red 63' corvette, she exited without delay, her modest car sticking out like a sore thumb.

She had spent almost 2 hours picking out her most expensive and high-class outfit. Settling on a black silk wrap around skirt, and a white Gucci shirt she felt at ease. Holding her head up high, her long golden blonde hairing ing in a loose mess of curls on her back, she strolled happily into the establishment. Her small mouth opened in awe as the white marble floor beneath her echoed against the click of her heels, the high vaulted ceilings letting in natural light from several thin slits.

She approached the long and wide reception desk, its surface void of any papers or pens, just a smooth porcelain surface, unflawed and immaculate. She looked around curiously, her watch making a small ticking noise as the seconds raced around. "You must be Ms. Summers... Angel has been expecting you." Buffy jumped startled by the feminine voice that seemed to appear out of thin air.

"Yes... I am Buffy..." She managed to voice out, her eyes glancing at her watch. Had she been late? How long had he been waiting?

"You are not late Ms. Summers, come with me please." The girl spoke out efficiently, her long dark hair sweeping the span of her golden back. Buffy's voice caught deep in her stomach as the girl led her down the white hallway, dim lights hanging 15 feet above her head. It was absolutely beautiful. To her left was a series of crystal clear windows; sparkling waterfalls bubbling out of dark green mossy wells, the noise tranquilly filling the air.

Buffy almost ran into the attendant in front of her as the lady stopped abruptly, her sharp stiletto heels making the slightest of noise as she turned to point at the door. "This is your suite. You will find a robe on the chair. Angel will be with you in a moment." She said in the primmest voice Buffy had ever heard.

Buffy opened the door slowly, her hand timidly clutching to the golden knob as it twisted under her grasp. She sucked in an unneeded breath as she looked at the room. A dark black massage table stood in the middle of the room, several colourful flowers making a tropical smell that filled the area deliciously. She looked to the soft thin material of the robe, her hand barely grazing over the delicate surface.

Smiling outwardly her eyes brightened, her fingers working at the tie on her skirt. She undressed quickly, her clothes hanging nicely in the closet adorning the side of the room. She slipped the robe on quickly, her fingers working quickly to make a loose knot.

It secoseconds later that Buffy heard the small knock at the door, she turned away from the tinted window, her hands protectively clutching at the sides of the robe in an attempt to cover her bare skin. "Come in." Buffy called out, her voice trembling with nervousness; she had never had a professional massage, especially not one from here.

Angel opened the door slowly, having seen on several occasions' things that had scarred him permanently. What he saw when he walked in, was the last thing he had expected. There standing in the golden light of the California sun was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her golden hair hung loosely around her face, some curls spilling onto her shoulders, the rest resting carefully on her back. Her eyes were a bright shade of green he had yet to experience, while her nose was small and her lips soft and pouty, their surface coated a soft shade of pink.

"Hello, Ms. Summers... I am Angel..." His velvet voice drifted out of his sensual mouth, Buffy's knees going weak from the sound alone. He was simply amazing, capturing her heart with one well-defined smirk. His almost chocolate eyes shone at her, his chiselled freshly shaven face begging to be caressed. He had dark hair, perfecspikspiked with hard clumps of hair. He was wearing a soft pair of white cotton pants, the material hanging loosely off his body. His shirt was equally thin the sides hanging open to reveal the broad expand of his muscular chest.

Buffy slowly brought her hand up to her mouth, her finger catching the small sliver of drool that had threatened to spill out. She couldn't help but curse the heavens for making such a sinfully deliciously created male.

Buffy had to shake the mental images of his rock hard abs pressed against the bare flesh of her body, her brain too slow to register the fact that he had spoken. "Um... What did you say?" Her voice came out breathlessly, her checks blushing crimson with embarrassment. How long had she been staring, mentally undressing the rest of his partially dressed body?

He had to laugh, her innocent smile making her skin heat under his hungry gaze. "My name is Angel... shall we begin?" His long legs crossed the short distance of the white room, his bare feet padding along the cold floor as he walked to the cabinet.

Buffy simply nodded as she watched the tightly rippled muscles of his bare abs flex under his movements. "How do you want me?" The words rolled out of her mouth, before she could stop them. She shook her head in embarrassment her tanned face somewhat concealing the growing red of her cheeks, "I mean should I lay on the table?"

Angel could feel his groin tighten as soon as the word had left her mouth, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she spoke in a breathless voice, how did he want her? Oh, writhing beneath him would fine.

"Yes, on the table..." He choked out, the desire and sex drng ong off his voice making Buffy shake slightly. He opened up the small cabinet, withdrawing a satin sheet. "You can wrap this around you, make sure that is opens in the front, then lay face down on the table." Visions of her naked body tangled in a soft sheet made the saliva in his mouth dissipate, leaving his voice raw and unhindered.

Buffy smiled slightly, her emerald eyes batting at him, her thick lashes hitting the perfectly sculptured brow. She took the sheet from him, their hands touching faintly as each shivered from the brief con. A. Angel had no idea how he was going to get through the next hour with her, touching her, his hands making love to her flesh. He shook his head, the thoughts stubbornly staying still as he reluctantly turned his body to allow her privacy.

She turned slightly, the knot of her robe untying easily. She wrapped the soft sheet around her nude body, the material making her nipples harden at the silky touch. She laid face down on the table, somewhat disappointed that she would no longer get to look at her god. he whe was going to thank Willow big time for this.

Angel turned around, as he heard the leather squeak under her pressure. Professional, be professional, was the only chant racing through his aroused mind. Yes, he found it difficult many times ontrontrol the erection that arose while sensually rubbing the skin of various beauties, but this girl was somethingfereferent. He could smell the faint hint of vanilla that mixed with the floral scent of the room, there was just something about her that he could not resist; she had captured his heart from the second their eyes met.

His hands pulled at the sheet, the material rubbing against her sensitive skin as the cool leather pressed against her hardened breasts. Buffy had to bite her tongue as the sensation made a small moan catch in her throat. Angel carefully rolled the material of the sheet down her back, its crease ending at the tail of her spine, her tight ass barely covered by the sheet. His eyes closed slowly, the smooth plane of her perfect back making his dick jump in anticipation.

Rubbing his hands together feverishly, the friction of his palms warming his cool skin, he sighed, his now very dark eyes looking at the beauty who lay within his touch. Buffy almost leapt off of the table as she felt the electric shock of his hands come in contacth heh her bare skin. He chuckled slightly at her actions, his mind silently berating himself for not warming his hands more efficiently, "Sorry, my hands tend to be a bit cool... should have warned you."

Buffy's head turned slightly to the side, her vision barely catching a glance at his form, "No, its not that, you just surprised me that's all." She laughed in awkwardness, the room falling silent once more.

Angel's hand began roaming delicately on her back, his palm almost spanning across the entire width of her back. He smiled, the blood from her skin infecting his veins. "Um..." Buffy moaned slightly as his strong hands began kneading her flesh. Angel grimaced, his now rock hard dick filling with every last ounce of blood he had.

"Relax... you are so tense..." He breathed out, feeling her slim muscles do what they were told.

Buffy could hardly breathe as she felt the warmth of his skin absorb into hers, making her tough muscles melt under his ministrations. Moaning once more, Buffy's eyes closed. "You are really good at this... have you been working here long?" Buffy let out in a breathy moan, his hands creeping low onto her back, his large thumbs grazing her backside.

"A couple of years, I am actually studying to be an art teacher." His voice was strangled as the sheet rode further down her body, her small crack exposed to the cool air. "A teacher, that's..." Buffy was cut short as she felt his fingers delve into a knotted muscle she never knew existed. Angel had to resist the urge to kiss her neck as his hands moved to sweep her hair out of his way.

Words were lost as Angel began to get lost in her, his hands moving in an slow even motion, Buffy's arousal growing by the second. Angel finished on her back, his hands drifting over the soft sheet to stroke her legs as he worked his way to her feet. Peeling the sheet up onto her upper thighs, his mind revelled in the softness of her skin.

Taking her delicate foot in his hand, he worked his palm and his fingers in tandem to hit the various positions of her appendage. Buffy's pants increased, as his hands worked to the ball of her feet, her stomach clenching in arousal. Her moan of approval was continuous as a satisfied smirk appeared on his face.

Thoroughly massaging both feet, his hands moved to her thin but muscular legs, her breath hitching in her throat as his thumbs reached the inside of her things just above her knees. Angel could see her body shift slightly on the table, the side of her cheek ablaze with desire, her eyes tightly clenched as her fingers grasped at the corner of the table.

He began to stroke her thighs, her pliable flesh moulding in his hands, her moans turning deep and sensual, her breath expelling from her lungs at uncontrolled intervals. His hands began rubbing up and down her thighs, the palms reaching under the sheet as his knuckles grazed the soft material, his hands reaching further and further up her leg before he retreated. He could her small sigh of disappointment as he retreated, her unintentional actions making him feel bolder.

Buffy was going out of her mind in need, this was supposed to be relaxing? Having the best looking guy ever, rub her bare flesh as she mulled helplessly on the leather table, desperate for contact? She wanted to grab his hands and put them exactly where she wanted them to be; inside of her.

Angel could smell her desire, could feel the light moisture of her arousal every time his hands inched towards her heat. He wanted nothing else, but to continue, his hands burring inside of her. But he couldn't do that, could he? Surely he would lose his job, and get a sexuarasarassment charge to boot; how far could he go, would she stop him?

"Buffy..." His voice was strained, his eyes hooded, maybe if he could converse with her, he would focus. Bad idea. "Yes Angelllll..." She purred her eyes closed tightly, her mind playing images of his dark head sunk fully between her legs.

He growled low in his chest, the name coming from her mouth hitting him hard in the pit is sis stomach, his need almost overwhelming him. He had never in his 27 years of life wanted anything as bad as he wanted this woman lying naked under his grasp.

Buffy smiled, did he just growl? "Your... so beautiful... " He whispered, his first thought expelling lamely out of his mind. Buffy blushed, "Thank you... you aren't too bad yourself you know..." Her voice just as low and lust filled.

Her body shook with tiny tremors as she felt the pressure of his fingers pressing on the long muscle of her quadriceps, his thumbs now just inches away from her dripping core. Surely he could see her, she couldn't help but think as she felt the cool air land on her nether regions, making the moisture evaporate quickly.

Were massages always like this... so, so intimate? "Oh god... " Buffy breathed out, feeling the tip of his thumb nail barely touch the outside of her lips, her body pushing uncontrollably towards his wandering hands.

Angel's hands were trembling as if he was a 15-year-old boy touching a girl's bare breast for the first time. Angel moved to the side of her, both of his hands beginning to work at her upper thigh, just below her ass, each time he stroked his fingers just a hairs breath away from her warmth.

His body leaned down, his head coming to rest next to ear, his warm breath leaking into her ear. Buffy's body slightly tensed, his hand till working her leg. "Tell me Buffy..." His voice was low and seductive, his fingers now slightly wetm hem her honey.

"Tell you what..." Her voice was strained, her blood rushing towards his hands.

"Is this okay? The way I am touching you, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable..." He purred, his conscience seeking permission before he got himself kneed in the groin. He wasn't exactly sure what was coming over him, he had been alone with this beautiful goddess for 20 minutes, and he was ready to abandon all reality to please her.

His fingers got even closer to her, her breath coming out in heavy pants, clouds oistuisture appearing on the black leather beneath her. "Yes...." She almost shouted, her breath coming as she felt his thumb actually rub fully across her soaked opening.

His mouth slowly opened, his tongue reaching out to lap at the small hanging lobe of her ear. She shuddered involuntarily as he took it in his warm mouth, his teeth lightly biting on the soft flesh. One of his hands slightly stilled on her thigh, as the other one snaked around, his fingers lightly rubbing the area right outside of her lips, one finger lingering over her engorged bud applying the faintest hint of increased pressure each time he stroked. What in the hell I am doing? Angel thought, the almost unbearable ache in his cock deciding for him as he pressed right outside of her opening.

"And this..." He whispered, his lips trailing down towards her exposed neck, a faint trail of saliva coating her heated skin. Buffy's hand squeezed tightly at the corner of the table, her nails biting into the wood underneath as she restrained from flipping over and ripping his clothes off. She was shaking uncontrollably, her voice completely unstable, "Please..." She whispered, her body unable to take his torture any longer.

Smirking against her flesh, he let one of his fingers rub the long slit of her opening, the thick digit gathering the juice from her dripping crevasse. Continuing to rub her leg, his ministrations helping to relax her suddenly tined ned body, he slipped his finger all way inside, her muscles fluttering around the digit. She moaned loudly, her body bucking under him.

Pumping in and out of her gently, he added a second finger, feeling her tightness close around him. He moaned against her neck, her legs parting to give him better access. Buffy held her eyes tightly closed, wondering idly what in the hell she was doing. This was totally ue hee her. She had sex once, with one guy, and here she was, letting her masseur finger her, his hard and rather large erection poking into her arm.

Angel increased his speed, his other hand joining his first as he rubbed lightly against her clit, making Buffy almost scream. He kissed all over her back, his lips trailing down her spine, a wet kiss for each buckle of her vertebrae. Buffy clenched against his hand, her insides coiling tightly as her climax hit her suddenly.

She came almost breathlessly as she shook beneath him, his fingers pumping rapidly inside of her to draw out her orgasm. Without a word, her turned her body over, the sheet that had barely hung onto her skin falling effortlessly to the ground. Climbing on the bed, his gaze quickly soaking in the way her hard nipples protruded fror smr small pert breasts, the way her toned stomach was sucked in slightly from lack of breath, the way her legs laid askew, the small patch of honey blonde hair doing nothing to hide her centre to him.

He leaned in, their eyes meeting in an agreeing glance, as he captured her lips with his. Pushing his tongoughoughly inside of her mouth, he moaned deeply, her body pressing itself against him. Shamelessly, she rubbed herself against the very thin material of his pants, every outline and wrinkle of his large erection pressing into her.

"You are so beautiful..." Angel managed to breath as he released her now swollen lips from his. His large hand, beginning with sho shoulder and ending with her outer hip, explored the new territory of flesh open to his rein. Going back towards her breasts, he pushed her back against the table, his body shifting to settle atop hers, his legs between hers.

Taking one hard nub into his mouth, he sucked, the whole expansion of her breast being captured in this hot mouth. She moaned, her hands roaming over the hard washboard of his stomach. She pushed the flimsy material of his shirt off his shoulders, the cloth catching at his bent elbows. Manoeuvring with ease he lifted slightly, her breast still being suckled, as he threw the shirt onto the ground.

She worked quickly at the knot on his pants, her hand snaking in to grasp his manhood. He bit down gently, his groans concealed by the flesh in his mouth. He released her breast with an audible pop, his mouth sneaking back to her lips. Kissing her with a passion unknown to him, he moved her hand away, his slender hips wiggling to discard the unwanted material of his pants.

Buffy's body responded perfectly in time with his, her body arching up towards his mouth and hands as he caressed and kneaded her flesh. Wrapping her long legs around his waist she positioned him at her entrance. He opened his eyes, feeling the moisture of her arousal coat the tip of his self-seeking member. He looked deep into her eyes, "Are you sure... I can wait... we... don't... need to do this..."

Buffy smiled at his tenderness, before she closed her legs tighter around him, his cock sliding into her. He moaned loudly before his soft lips began kissing hers with fervour. She was so tight around him that he could felt the tiny ripples of her muscles squeeze every long inch of him as she adjusted to him, her walls moulding perfectly to him. He began rocking inside of her quickly, her moans of pleasure echoing loudly in the small room.

They were lost to all other sensations, except for each other, as he pounded into her, the table jerking in protest at every thrust. They panted, grasping at each other, as Buffy continued to moan loudly, her hands clutching at his back harshly.

Angel could feel his balls clench upwards, its fluid seconds away from splintering inside her hot depths. 'Oh god Angel... " Buffy panted as she felt him swell even larger inside of her core, it was almost painful how bad she needed release. He reached between , se, seeing and sensing the dilemma of his young lover, his fingers pinching at her bud, until her felt rather than saw her body go rigid. She bit down harshly on his shoulder blade, her blunt teeth digging into his skin as the most intense orgasm of her life overtook her.

She shook from tremors of pleasure, shockwaves of electrodes dangerously zapping each and every molecule of her being. He came right behind her, his thick white seed shooting inside of her.

He pumped ral ral more times, the phantom tremors of her obviously intense climax milking every last drop of his hot essence. Collapsing tiredly onto of her, he sighed, his head resting on her breasts, her heart beating rapidly in order to restore blood pressure to the rest of her body. He lifted off of her slightly, after listening to his weight put a strain on her breathing. He kissed her parted lips softly, smiling as her eyes were glazed with satisfaction.


"So... are you a satisfied customer Ms. Summers?" His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Umm..." She moaned, her toes reaching out in an attempt to stretch the strain from her legs. "Very..." She smiled, the grin fading as she suddenly began to feel shy about the situation. She had just had sex with a total stranger, one that probably had sex with most of his clients... on this very table. A wave of dizziness over took her, as she struggled to get up.

"Hey..." He called out softly, seeing the tears pool in her emerald depths, he could get lost in her eyes. "What's the matter?" His dark brow furrowed in concern, had he done something wrong, besides take advantage of her, and then fuck her on the table?

Then it hit him, "Look... You are the first... I mean I have never done this sort of thing before.... god I am such an ass... Look Buffy, I am really sorry, I think I went about this wrong way..." He paused, her body settling under the pressure of his, her face beginning to soften from his news.

"You are my last client... I mean appointment... I mean... I am getting off of work right now..." He glanced at the white clock above the door, "Well, I was off 30 minutes ago...would you like to go out to dinner or something?" He smirked watching her eyes light up.

Could this man get any sexier? Buffy thought to herself as he stumbled on his words, then threw out all the stops and gave her the sexiest look she had ever seen, his half smile. "Yes, I'll go out to dinner with you... " She lifted her head to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"Good, and you know Buffy... I do house calls if you're interested... " He joked as he got off of the unstable table his hand extending out towards hers.

"Really? And how much would that be Mr. O'Connor....?" She said taking his bait, her small hand slipping inside of his. They looked at each other intensely, their eyes melting together as they found home.

"Well... that all depends on the customer... for a cute blonde like you..." He was cut off as she kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she pulled him back down on the table, his body settling between hers once more. "Shut up." She laughed out, her eyes gleaming with happiness.

THE END

AN: Did you like it?? I could maybe, possible add another installment if anyone was wondering how dinner went, or what exactly Angel charges for house calls???