Simply Irresistible

Title: Simply Irresistible
Author: Dani or Danielle... what ever I'm not picky.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights, and don't intend on profiting.
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com; and yes please. I haven't written... or posted, anything for a while. I'm like an injured fawn being re released into the wild... hee hee... I've watched Old School one too many times...
Rating: Okay what do you think.. its PWP... its NC-17 ;)
Summary: Buffy's in love with her History Professor... and don't worry every one for the most part is legal.
Pairings: B/A
This will be archived at my site: www.geocities.com/danishafer
AN: Thank you to Chloe_Sarai who helped me get this out and posted :) I think I'm bugging the hell out of her. This isn't my best story, but its a start to me writing again. PWP is great for my muse, but then again so is Chloe :)


Simply Irresistible-- (1/1)

Faith looked over at her daydreaming friend and roommate, her eyes wide open as she stared at the professor. She followed Buffy's eyes as he bent down to pick up a piece of paper, his tight ass flexing in the tan kakis that were molded to his body. It had been like this all year. Buffy would come to class and just stare, dreaming about them on some remote beach location, she was sure.

Faith kicked her under the desk, laughing as she gave a small shriek.

"OW! What in the hell was that for??" Buffy yelled snapping out of her stupor.

"You so need to get laid B." Faith laughed, the comment causing the dead silent room to look at the blushing blonde.

"I'm sorry if I high standards... un like you!" Buffy yelled, rubbing the splintering pain in her shin.

Angel looked up briefly from the piece of paper he had just picked up, his dark eyes landing on Buffy Summers, the blonde in the front row, who was currently rubbing her shin and yelling loudly at her brunette friend. He smirked to him self, seeing her friend explain something with her hands, noting that it was sexual in nature by the blush on reddening Buffy's face, and the lewd look on her friends face.

"You were dreaming about him again..." Faith practically shouted, smiling at her embarrassed friend. She started making hand gestures for some of the more colorful things that she Buffy was thinking about.

Buffy shrunk in her seat, hoping that the professor had not heard Faith's loud mouth.
"Shut up before he hears you!" Buffy scolded.

She looked up, looking directly into the smirking face of her History teacher. His hair was prefect as usual, tightly spiked and gelled to perfection. His eyes were dark, chocolate and creamy. Buffy swooned in her seat, his dark maroon sweater showing off his muscular frame. Buffy went into fantasy mode once more, tuning out Faith's constant chatter.

Buffy could see them together, could see his soft lips pressing kisses all over her bare skin. Could taste the way his salty skin would be like, could see her hands brushing through his hair. Buffy's lips parted, and she was once again ripped from her dreaming.

Angel chuckled, from the blank look on Buffy's beautifully face to her friends comment. If things were different Angel found himself thinking how he would be more than gladly help out.

"I'm sooo gonna kick your ass after class." Buffy laughed, punching her friend in the arm when she wouldn't quit yammering on and on.

"Why don't you just talk to him B... he's hot... and he looks at you all the time. You should have seen the gleam in his eyes when I told everyone about your lack of action in the sack. Talk to him about your grade..." Faith was interrupted by the loud bell.

They stood slowly from there seats, Buffy being pushed from behind by Faith who was leading her down towards the front. "Mr. O'Connor... B here wants to talk to you..." Faith laughed, practically pushing Buffy on his lap. Buffy recovered quickly, smoothing down the nonexistent wrinkles in the front of her shirt.

Faith winked obviously at herore ore leaving, making sure the two were alone.

"I'm sorry about Faith... she a little..." Buffy paused looking for the right word.

"Loud?" Angel provided, the first word coming to mind. Angel was still smiling from her earlier comment, the idea of Buffy in his bed making his pulse begin to speed up.

"Exactly... um... anyways... I wanted to talk to you about my grade... I'm not doing so well and I know the mid term is coming up... is there any extra credit?" Buffy asked, her body moving a tad bit closer to his. Buffy couldn't help the butterflies in her belly, or the increase in her blood as it circulated twice as fast.

"Well you can talk to Riley the T.A. and he should be able to set you up with something. I'd like to see you concentrate a bit more, maybe pay attention. You'd be surprised at what you could learn if you only listened to me." Angel joked, his eyes sparkling.

Buffy was in a trance, Faith's words booming in her head, should she just go for it? Take him in her arms and just mount him? Get all of her pent up sexually need out of the way?

Before Buffy knew what she was doing, she felt her body pull towards his, could feel the warmth of his skin before her hand even landed on his out stretched arm. Her fingers barely grazed the surface of his skin; electric sparks tingling the base of her spine. She couldn't remember if he had been talking, couldn't remember the simple out line of his face that she had grown to memorize, the sight etched into her waking and non waking subconscious.

Angel was paralyzed, what in the hell was she doing. One minute they were talking, and the next... Oh he knew what she was doing, she was touching him, and her small silky hand was rubbing his arm. The divine object was moving ever so slowly up to his shoulder, her manicured nails lightly scraping at the thin fabric of his shirt making him shiver. Angel felt his body react before his brain could register. The light vanilla fragrance of her skin seemed to linger in his nostrils, making him dizzy, making his heart skip two beats at a time.

Buffy leaned her body in; taking one step closer as she pressed her body against his. Before either could react, or not react in Angel's case, she moved her hand to the back of his strong neck. Her fingers played with the short hairs as she pulled his tall frame down towards her. The only thoughts running through her mind were, ‘what in the hell am I doing!!’ She kept repeating it over and over in her mind, as their faces inched closer in such a slow speed that it stopped gravity. She could see his lips, the soft plump pieces of flesh that she had longed to nibble on, longed to run her tongue across.

Angel knew this was wrong, knew that he had to stop her right this instance, but the feel of her breasts pressed against him, the thud of her racing heart beating in his veins made him weak. Her pink tongue darted out quickly to ever so gently moisten her lips, her gloriously emerald eyes shut slowly as her head titled to the side. Deciding that things were taking entirely too long, Buffy propped up on her tips of her toes, smashing her lips against his in a bruising force and lost any finesse that she had planned on.

She made the smallest moan on contact, her lips parting to gracefully move her tongue into his mouth. Angel’s arms wrapped around her body automatically, his hands pulling her hips flush against his groin to feel the swelling beneath his pants. Their mouths sealed, the world around them falling into an abyss. Angel applied more pressure, trying to merge their bodies as one; his own tongue playfully entering her eager mouth. It was the small breathy moans that undid him; her complete surrender to the situation that smashed a sledgehammer to the back of his head. What in the hell was he doing! He was getting himself fired that was exactly what he was doing.

Reluctantly he released the death grip that he had been holding against her subtle skin. He stepped back, pushing Buffy gently the other direction, ddgindging their connecting lips. “I can’t… I’m sorry…” Angel stumbled, his pale skin tinged with the faint hue of red, his body humming with unfulfilled arousal. He quickly moved to the other side of his desk, putting as much distance between them as possible. He was on a fine line between throwing her on the desk, or calling it quits before anything ever started.

His heart was breaking, the look of utter despair and embarrassment marring Buffy’s beautiful features suddenly replaced the intoxicating rouge of arousal that had made her skin glow. “Oh my god… I’m such and idiot!” Buffy yelled, berating her self. If she could have picked any time to just drop dead, she would have picked that exact moment. Buffy quickly gathered her papers, shoving them into her satchel as she fumbled to close the zipper unsuccessfully.

“No your not and idiot… its just, I could get fired, or arrested… it’s not that I don’t want to…” Angel paused, calming his hormones as the imaginary feel of her body against his came flooding back, the delicious moisture of her lips against his. He shook his head while quickly adjusting his erection. Giving Buffy a pained expression he finished his sentence, “Believe me I want to… but I’ve worked all my life to become a teacher, to get this position at this university… I just can’t. Look we can just forget this ever happened, no one, and I mean no one needs to know…” He gave her eadieading look. All she had to do was tell someone that he came onto her; it was bad enough he returned her kiss.

“I kissed you… oh god I kissed you.” Buffy started to stress again, undoing any good that Angel’s speech had just done. “I’m just gonna go and die now… and hope I never see you again… I'm sorry...” Buffy mumbled as she ran out of the room, running straight into a very smirking Faith.

“Whoa B, where’s the fire?” Faith asked, taking in her friends very flushed face and neck. She peaked casually into the classroom, where Angel stood brooding, his brow furrowed, and his face showing some resemblance of color.

“Its too awful Faith… we need to go like now… I just made a complete fool of my self!” Buffy practically screamed as she started yperyperventilate. She grabbed her friend’s arm and dragged her through the crowded hall, mumbling illogical words of nonsense.
****

It was nearly 4 hours, 3 strongly mixed drinks, and a box of chocolates later that Buffy was ready to talk about what had happened. The two girls sat cross-legged on the bed in their dorm room, Buffy with a now goofy grin on her face, Faith an annoyed smirk.

“I mean I just kissed him… I don’t know what I was thinking…” Buffy giggled, bringing the tips of her fingers to trace her lips. “He’s so hot… and strong… the muscles in his arms… I felt them…” Buffy got a far away look on her face, only the sound of her drunken hiccups interrupting her sensual dreaming.

Faith did a double take, Buffy had done what? She knew something happened, but she assumed it was Professor O'Connor that had done something. “Slow down B.” Faith laughed, deciding to take away the half empty plastic cup filled with any and everything the two girls had stashed in their room.

“I actually kissed him…” Buffy’s lip jutted out into a pout, the rejection beginning to spring into her memory, “and then… he stopped me, told me he couldn’t… I’m so embarrassed Faith… how I am ever going to look at him again?” Buffy half cried, laying her head down on Faith’s bony shoulder.

“Well, why did he stop you… is he married? Got a girlfriend… is he a good kisser, how about his package?” Faith’s smile stretched against her face, her white teeth in full view. She was enjoying this a bit too much. She couldn’t believe her friend and roommate. In the beginning, she had had doubts over the stranger sharing her room, but with a few weeks of cat fighting and petty arguments the two opposite women had became friends, Faith's wanton behavior seeming to rub off more and more on Buffy.

“He said something about his job… yadda yadda yadda. I was kinda in a comatose state; I stopped listening as soon as sound came out of his perfect mouth. I was mortified. I threw myself at him Faith… rubbed his arm and pushed my self against him… and yes he’s a great kisser… the way he held me… and his package... don't get me started.” Buffy went into memory mode again, a blank glaze settling on her face.

Faith waved her hand in front of Buffy’s face, getting her attention once more. “So he kissed you back then?” Faith’s eyebrow shot up, ideas already forming in her twisted brain. Wives and girlfriends were a bit more complicated, but a simple moral dilemma about something that never needed to be known by anyone else was something else all together. They could keep it a secret.

“Ya I guess so… why? I mean we kissed, and he pulled me towards him, and it was like we were the only two people in the world. I've never been kissed like that... not Lindsay, not Riley… and then he just pulled away, and it was over… said something how he wanted to, but he just couldn’t. “ Buffy sighed, banging her head against the soft fabric of her comforter, tears flooding into her eyes.

“Look… I have an idea… you might not like it… but it’s a good way to get a guy… well its always worked for me. Tease him a bit, make him come to you, make him remember the brief glimpse of what you gave him, and what's to come. He likes you… I can see the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you…” Faith wiggled her eyebrow in an invitation of her proposition.

“I don’t know Faith… what do you have in mind…” Buffy gave her a weary look, not exactly sure what Faith did to pull in half the guys she had been with. Faith was a wild child through and through, Buffy didn’t know if she had it in her.

“B, just trust me…” Faith did nothing but smirk, “so here’s the plan….”
****

All conversation stopped abruptly, as the blonde vixen walked into the room. Angel's mouth was literally gaping open, his eye wide, and his body already beginning to respond. Buffy glided into the room, her curly locks bouncing loosely against her bare back. She wore a dark red halter that ended just above her belly button, her whole back exposed, the shirt staying in place by a series of four simple ties that ran up her spine.

On the bottom she wore a pair of tight black low rise leather pants, the material sticking to her flesh, giving everyone an idea of exactly what she didn't have on underneath. Faith beamed from her seat, noticing the way Angel had stopped mid sentence, and had not regained breathing. He was openly gawking at her, his Adams apple stuck in the middle of his throat column, his face paling even further.

"Looking good Summers..." Someone whistled from the back row, making Buffy's confidence shoot up a notch. She had had her doubts about Faith's idea, but by the look on Angel's face it was worth every catcall she would be yelled at on the way home. Payback was a bitch.

Buffy strode easily to her seat, giving her best flirtatious smile to each one of her suitors. On the way, she turned flipping her hair, her head whipping around to give Angel a special 'look what you don't get to touch' smile, and a raise of her eye brows as she looked at his obvious arousal. It was a good thing all eyes were on Buffy, and not on the professor. His mouth snapped shut with and audible click.

For the next two hours, Angel distractedly taught is lecture, his temper rising each time Buffy would turn and flirt with some guy who was drooling. The way her lips moved when she spoke, the way she touched their arm or shoulder. It was driving him crazy, and he knew that she was doing it on purpose. He half expected her to drop his class, or to skip it for a couple of days, but this... this was pure torture. By the smug grin on Faith's face, he knew that she must have had something to do with this. He made a mental note of who was putting the moves on his woman, and decided that he would be a bit harsher while grading their midterm tests.

Angel sighed in the middle of his speech, no one was paying atton, on, they had stopped the minute she walked into the room. Hell he couldn't even pay attention. He cleared his throat loudly, the vibrations just barely able to be heard over the chatter in the small auditorium. "Okay... we are done for today. Obviously no one is paying attention, so we'll just pick up where we left off tomorrow, you can all leave. The midterm is on Thursday, so I suggest you study." Angel was angry, everyone could tell in his tone, could tell by the way his eyes were narrowed, the way he rubbed his aching temples as he spoke in a strained voice.

Buffy couldn't help but snicker to herself. Angel was beside him self, and she hoped that it had something do with her. She gave Faith a sparkling smile, her ruby lips shining in the afternoon sun. She mouthed the words, 'your a genius' as she got up to leave with one of the guys that she had been talking to.

Faith could see the steam rising out of Angel's head as Buffy let some jock put his hand on her lower back, guiding her out of the isle. Faith knew that it was just for show, but she liked the extra touch. "See you tomorrow Prof. O'Connor..." Buffy called out teasingly, her voice low and sensual. Angel gave her a fake smile, his lips pursed together to keep from exploding as he just nodded, willing that guy that she was to just drop dead of something extremely painfully.
****

It was a pained week for Angel. Everyday the same thing happened. Buffy would come in wearing something incredibly hot, covering just enough to imagine what was hidden, and not covering enough that made his cock jump to attention at the mere glimpse of her. Buffy would go about her business, barely sparing him a look, as she ignored his words and flirted with the next guy and the guy after that.

It wasn't until that Friday that Angad had had enough. He dreamed about her, he could smell her lingering scent as he woke from a sweat filled sleep. He could feel her pressed against him, could feel her lips on his own. It was driving him mad. He couldn't sleep, he could barely eat, and he certainly couldn't teach a class. He would simply tell her that he couldn't be in the same room as her. He would tell her that he would pass her, if she just stopped coming to class, stopped enticing him with her short skirts and tight pants. She was failing anyways; it was in her best interest to just accept the offer.

He barely managed to get through the day, wondering if anyone else noticed how distracted he was, how his facts just jumbled together in one long drowned out sentence that most likely didn't make sense. Before the bell rang, signaling the release of class, Angel cleared his throat. "I have graded your mid terms... I'm afraid some of you didn't do so well. This test counted for 35% of your grade, so if you didn't pass, you need to work something out with the TA."

He slowly walked around the room, passing out the graded tests, waiting to give Buffy hers until the end. He could see her squirming out of the corner of her eye, knowing that she needed a good grade on this. He wanted to smile at the thought of making her uncomfortable for once. He gave Faith her paper first, then simply dropped Buffy's paper on her desk and walked away. Faith did a mini cheer at seeing her passing grade of a C. Buffy just stared at the severely marked up paper in her hands. Never in her life had she seen so much red on one pristine piece of paper. In the upper right hand corner a large bold capital F lay circled, with Angel's way too neat handwriting below it. 'See me after class.'

"Okay you can all go now... and remember talk to the TA with questions." Angel announced loudly as he looked at Buffy's slumped form on the desk. Buffy wanted to cry, did she really do that bad, or was he just getting back at her. Hell Faith even did better than her.

"You okay B?" Faith asked concerned, knowing Buffy must not have done very well.

"I'm fine I guess... I failed... and now he wants to see me after class... what do I do?" Buffy whispered, turning her paper over on her desk and giving her friend a pleading look.

"Go talk to him... maybe he will let you make it up or something..." Faith smiled both apologetically and suggestively. "I'll meet you at the dorm... maybe he wants to see you, see you, if you get my point." Faith smiled as she got up to leave.

It was minutes later before everyone filed out of the room, leaving only Buffy and Angel to occupy the uncomfortable silence. Buffy slowly got up, adjusting her skirt to a more reasonable position as she slowly made her way to the front of the class.

"You wanted to see me..." Buffy said meekly, unable to make eye contact with the man in front of her. She set her bag on the corner of his desk, the papers underneath its weight crumpling.

"Ya... you didn't do so well on your test... and I've been thinking... with everything that's happened... you can't concentrate, and I certainly can't concentrate..." Angel took a deep breath before continuing; "I'll pass you if you stop coming to class. You will get an A for the semester, and we wont have to cross paths again."

Buffy's face fell, she wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth. He couldn't even stand to be in the same room as her, he was that disgusted. "If that's what you think is best..." She saidr vor voice cracking with emotion, her eyes filling with silent tears.

Angel wanted to shove something in his heart; he didn't mean to upset her, that was the last thing he wanted to do, "Ms. Summers... I can't be in the same room with you.... its driving me crazy..." He pleaded, not realizing how his words were sounding to the young girls ears.

Buffy looked up, looking deep into his eyes for the first time at his hurtful words. Anger started marching its way in her consciousness, "You are that disgusted with me... you can't even look at me, be in the same room as me! Its bad enough you rejected me, you don't have to be a dick about it!" She yelled, her temper quickly flaring as her fists balled by her side.

"NO! I didn't mean it like that!" Angel quickly shouted back, realizing what he had just said. "You don't disgust me... are you kidding... you're beautiful, sensual, amazing... and way too tempting. I can't be around you, because when I am, I don't trust myself. I want to rip off the head of any guy I see talking to, see you touching. I want to throw you on the desk and make love to you for hours... I just can't do it anymore." Angel threw his hands up in the air, "I've been going out of my mind this week... This job is important to me... it's my life... I just can't jeopardize that... its not your fault, and that's why I am going to give you an A, this is my issue not yours." Angel expressed in frustration, wishing that things were different, hoping that she would look him in a couple of years, while she wasn't attending this school.

Buffy had tuned everything out, except the fact that he thought she was beautiful and something about throwing her on the desk, "You think I'm beautiful, you... you want to make love to me?" Her voice was hopeful, as she stepped closer to the desk that Angel was leaning up against.

"Beautiful doesn't begin to describe it... and the desk... can we just forget I said that?" Angel stumbled; feeling slightly embarrassed at what he had reveled. Their eyes locked with each other, warning bells ringing like a loud blow horn in their ears, "and that's why I can't do this..." Angel said sadly, his body turning around, he literally felt his feet moving closer to her, felt the magnetic pull that attracted him to her. Turning away was the only option.

Buffy knew that he was right, knew that nothing could come of this. She took a step closer to the desk. She grabbed for her bag, pulling the all the papers under it out with her in the process. The weightless objects scattered to the floor. Angel turned around quickly, bending down to help clean up the mess. There bodies met in a collision as their heads rammed against one another, both of theirs hands reaching for the same thing.

"Oww... sorry" They both called out in unison, both rubbing their heads at the point of impact.

They smiled at each other, their eyes meeting in a smoldering standoff. Angel couldn't hold out any longer, couldn't resist the goddess in front of him for more one second. "Fuck it" he said out loud, bridging the gap and pulling Buffy's slim body flush against his. He attacked her mouth with fierce determination, his body blanketing hers as they stood. Buffy stopped breathing in that the two-seconds it took him to claim her, to dominate her body with his own.

His hands were all over her body at once; his fingertips trailing lines of fire up her bare thighs, his hands cupping her butt cheeks as he lifted her up, urging her to wrap her long legs around his waist. Their mouths mated as Buffy's hands roamed his back and muscular arms, she couldn't get enough of him, couldn't stop the quaking that she felt erupting in her body just from his touch alone.

He easily lifted her body, feeling her soaking core rub against the very hard arousal straining to be released from his pants. He walked around to the other side of the desk, holding Buffy up with one arm, and quickly divesting his desk of all objects with the other. Ignoring the mess that was now scattered all around his desk he gently set her down on the corner, his body still firmly implanted between her spread thighs as he hiked her already short skirt further up her legs. His mouth broke from hers as his soft lips trailed along her face to her jaw to her clavicle. Buffy was moaning from the heat of him, from the loss of his mouth on hers, from the way his fingers wouldn't quite touch her where she longed to have them.

Angel pulled away slowly, realizing where they were, and who could walk in at moment. Buffy's body tensed as she felt him pull him away. She couldn't help but wonder what she had done wrong this time. Angel smiled as he saw her lip pout out, she was so adorable he couldn't stand to pull away from her; he felt a tearing the pit of his gut. "Don't pout... I'm just going to lock the door... Its bad enough..." He shook his head, decided not to talk about it, "I just don't want anyone walking in here..." He mumbled, not able to make a complete sentence with the way she was spread wonton on his desk.

Buffy giggled, seeing the look of raw passion in his eyes. No one had looked at her like that; no one had made her feel how she did at the moment, wanted with a fierce passion of a man.
Angel quickly sprinted to the door, flipping the lock, and making sure the blinds were shut to intruding eyes. He knew it was bad enough he was about to loose his job, but he didn't want someone interrupting them while he was in the process of loosing the said job.

Buffy leaned her arms back on the desk, supporting her weight as she waited for Angel to return. She was nervous, her palms beginning to sweat against the smooth grain of the wood. She was inexperienced, only having actual intercourse only a very few times. She wondered if he would notice, if he would hate her for innocence.

Angel smirked at the beauty waiting for him, he returned to her swiftly, seeing her brain beginning to wonder. He didn't want to give her the chance to change her mind. She smiled when he settled between her legs; his hands smooth rubbing her legs as he wrapped them back around his waist. In doing this he scooted her closer, making their lower regions rub erotically between the few pieces of cloth that separated them.

Their lips found each other once more, Angel's hands playing with the hem of her shift before he pulled up on it, forcing his mouth to leave hers as he pulled the scrap of cloth over her head, tossing it to the ground. Angel purred with satisfaction as her tanned flawless skin called out to him. She was perfect he decided as he took her lace-clad nipple into his mouth. Buffy shrieked, feeling his teeth gently nibble on the hardening nub. He smiled against her bra, moving the fabric down below her breast so he could feel her skin in his mouth.

Buffy's hands were in his hair, kneading his scalp with her long nails as he suckled against her breast. Buffy was moaning, the sensations of his mouth making her hum, making her body ache with need. "Please" was all she was able to moan as his fingers began playing with her panties.

Moving the garment to the side, he traced his fingers along her moist lips, the tips just barely penetrating her core. Buffy practically jumped off the desk from the feel of him near her feminine place. Gathering her moisture he easily and slowly slid the digit inside of her. He moved his flevelevel with hers; looking deep into her eyes as he fingered her. Buffy's face was red, her eyes hooded, and her mouth parting just barely enough to allow her labor breathing to pass.

Looking down they both watch his finger disappear in and out, both starting to feel dizzy. Adding a second digit he increased his pace, moaning from her inner heat. She was clenching against his fi, wr, writhing on his hand as he moved inside of her. Buffy's breathing shallowed and she was no longer able to watch the erotic image. Her body was pulsating, the coiling in her lower belly reeling inside of her.

Angel knew from past experience she was close, he could feel the tension in her body screaming for release. Applying pressure with his thumb he massaged her clit, his fingers still pumping inside of her ferociously. She came with a shrill scream, hody ody bending back on the desk as he peaked around his hand. Buffy laid her head back on the hard surface, stars dancing in front of her eyes as she tried to regain her breathing. When she looked up, she the very smug and satisfied look on her soon to be lovers face.

Buffy smiled at him, half embarrassed of her release, and half passion filled from it. Angel loved her innocence, the way she seemed so pure even though he could tell she wasn't a virgin, but at the same time she wasn't an exenceenced lover. She was perfect and all his. He bent down to kiss her, slowly this time, the urgency of the situation put at a halt. Angel didn't know if he would ever see this girl again, and he was going to take his time with her.

Buffy pulled at his wool sweater, wanting to feel his skin against hers. He got the hint, and pulled at his shirt, bringing it up and over his head in one smooth motion. Buffy's eyes lit up at the sighthis his che chest, sparsely sprinkled with light chest hair. It was heaven she thought to her self, as her hand slowly caressed his skin.

"Ms. Summers..." Angel coughed, not sure what exactly to call her.

"Please call me Buffy..." She said sweetly, smiling that he was fumbling over what to call her.

"Buffy." He corrected, "You are at least 18 right..." He felt stupid for asking, but with girls these days you just couldn't tell.

Buffy gave him her cutest smile, her hand reaching out for his leather belt as she sat up. "Does it really matter Professor O'Connor?" She said sweetly, her fingers nimbly unzipping his pants with a hiss. Her lips pressed softly against his chest, her hair tickling his skin as she began kissing a trail of fire down his tightly packed abs.

He knew she was playing cute, could tell by the sparkle in her eye. "Guess it doesn't... and please... call me Angel." He red jud just as sweetly. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his leather bound wallet. He prayed to the heavens that he still had a condom in there.

With a smile and a confused look from Buffy, he pulled out the gold disk, placing it on the desk for later. Buffy's confused look, turned relieved. She hadn't even thought about protection, and sure didn't have anything on her. Angel shimmed out of his pants, stepping out of shoes as he kicked them away from him. He felt bad for having sex with her in his classroom, let alone on top of a desk, but he simply couldn't wait to feel her around him.

Removing her bra and her skirt, he merely looked at her; admired the view in front of him. Buffy blushed under his gaze, her skin heating. She looked at the impressive tent in the front of his cotton boxers, the straining erection practically poking out the top of his shorts. Angel slowly hooked his fingers into the elastic, and pulled down past his muscular thighs, finally freeing him self.

Buffy's mouth went dry, how was that going to fit in there. He saw her trepidation, and smiled reassuringly at her. He kissed her cheeks softly letting his hands roam on her breasts and stomach. He felt her body relax against his touch and moved his lips towards hers. They kissed until there lips were swollen, there bodies moved slowly against one another, the feeling too great to take in all at once.

Buffy could feel the mushroom tip at her entrance, could feel her juices begin to run out between her legs. "Please Angel... I can't wait..." Buffy pleaded in between kisses.

Angel gra the the condom, and deftly removed it from its package and rolled it over his shaft before Buffy had a chance to say anything else. He placed her at the very edge of the desk, his height bringing him to just the right Angel. He rubbed the tip in her juices, before pushing further.

Buffy bit down on her lower lip, watching as he slowly pushed him self inside of her. They both moaned in unison, Buffy spreading her legs further apart in an attempt to get him deeper. Angel pushed all the way in, his body going numb from the sheer bliss of heaven. This is where he wanted to stay for the rest of his life. Buffy's eyes shut in pleasure. He moved slowly at first, bringing himself all the way out, then all the way in.

As Buffy got used to the feel of him stretching her, filling her, she wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go faster with her heals digging into his tight ass. He obliged happily, keeping a steady tempo. Buffy was moaning, his long shaft stroking her g-spot with each thrust. She could feel each pulse of his heart through the thick vein, which was inside of her, stretching her.

Angel was no longer able to watch as his eyes closed, the sensations fluttering around him making his balls clench. It had been a while since he had been with a woman, and he feared he wouldn't be able to last long, not with the vice grip within her walls.

"Oh god Angel... please don't stop..." Buffy began to chant, immense pressure building with in her. And he didn't, he kept thrusting with in her, his body moving with speed and grace as there skin slapped together. His jaw was clenched, his hands were gripping at her hips and he could feel the burn in his thighs.

He could feel her climax approaching; he could feel it from her muscles quivering from the inside out. When she screamed his name, he released his seed, there orgasms over lapping each other with a blinding flash of pleasure.

Angel's breathing slowed as he let his shrinking shaft slide out of her. He leaned down, his head resting on the slick surface of her bellyhe the took the pressure off of his aching legs. Buffy smiled, her body numb with satisfaction, her mind calm of thought as she began playing with his hair. It was a couple of minutes later, Angel dozing on Buffy, and Buffy thinking about how things had worked out that she spoke.

They both smiled as Buffy began to feel him stiffen against her stick thigh. He kissed her stomach softly, his second wind coming back in full force. Buffy giggled as he bit at her sides playfully, tickling her.

"So..." Buffy began, making sure that she got a faint response from her lover before continuing, "You wanted to talk to me about my grade..." Buffy giggled out, as Angel smiled against her skin. He peppered feather light kisses on her stomach as he found her breasts. "We'll worry about that later Ms. Summers."

Neither knew the Dean Snyder was standing right out side of the door listening.

*****

*Epilogue*

The cool liquid flowed into his mouth, the brown bottle moist with dew, the cool substance still partially freezing. He shifted comfortably on the black leather seat, his elbows resting on the hard bar.

"So peaches... was it worth loosing your job?" The blonde man asked, his voice thick with an English accent.

"Every fucking second." Angel replied smiling as the slender blonde woman standing behind him wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breast against his back.

"Definitely." Buffy replied, moving around to sit in his lap, the diamond on her ring finger glistening brightly in the dim bar lighting.

The End!