BtVS Vignette #3
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
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Adult +
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1
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2,142
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BtVS Vignette #3
After the scene in TED
."Did you ever see the movie 'The Cutting Edge'?" she asks me. I shake my head negatively.
"There's a line in it that applies to us very well." She smiles, and walks her fingers up my arm. I raise one eyebrow, questioning.
"It goes, 'Being together can't be as bed as being apart, and the way I see it, we may not be right for anyone else'." Her eyes meet mine briefly, and I wonder if she is, even now, looking for my approval.
I reach for her hand, and curl the fingers of my injured hand around he small one. The ball of my thumb rubs her palm, and she shivers slightly. I chuckle, loving the effect I have on her. Makes me feel powerful.
I sneak a small look at her face. She is relaxed, eyes closed, sprawled across my lap. I love her like this, mainly because it's rare, and takes a lot of coaxing. She's normally a coiled spring, ready to explode into action at a moment's notice.
I consider my response carefully, not wanting to make her feel silly. After the "Ted" talk, anything I say could sound patronizing.
"Well it's true I can't think of anyone better suited to either of us." My gaze travels over her face, and I think out loud, "And of course, there is the 'love' thing to consider."
Her eyes fly open, and she stares at me. "Pardon?"
I smile, and her eyes become deep pools of emotion. Does she hear what I don't dare say? I think so, because she reaches up to caress my face, and gives me a little smile back.
She snuggles closer, and lays her head on my shoulder. Her arm slips behind my back, to hug me.
I am feeling warm, comfortable. And then she begins exploring
What's this? Is my stunned thought, as her free hand slides up under my shirt. I watch it, wondering what's going on.
She rubs her fingers across my chest, and I suck in the airfast. I look up at her, and she's burning holes in me with those eyes. I know that look. God.
My eyes close of their own accord as she continues the caress. My head slowly relaxes to the back of the chair.
She sits up a little, and kisses my cheek. Pulling her hand out from under my shirt, she runs it up my chest to grip my shoulder, giving her better leverage. She trails her lips down my neck, working them on my skin.
For someone who doesn't need to breathe, I'm sure doing a lot of it!
She shifts herself in my lap again, and I grab her hips tightly, holding her still.
"Buffystop squirming." I say firmly. Her moving around is doing things to me.
"R e a l l y?" She stretches the word out. Making it a sensual thing. I look up at her to see a sexy grin on her face. The minx!
"So you want to play, do you?" I ask as I begin to tickle her.
She giggles a little, at first, but subsides to deep chuckles, as I turn the tickles to caresses. The chuckles change to soft moans, as I squeeze her breasts lightly. Her eyes have fluttered closed again, her lips parted and wet. I am moved to kiss them, and do so gently. I wonder how they can be so soft.
Suddenly her mouth opens to me, and our kiss deepens dizzyingly. This is heady stuff. I caress her mouth with my tongue, using slow, soft strokes on the sensitive roof.
She sucks gently on my tongue, sending wild shivers down my abdomen. I'm starting to wonder how far she plans to go.
Buffy pushes me back, abruptly ending the kiss. Leaving me in the chair, she stands up and stretches. I'm reminded of a cat, sunning itself. (I do have "some" sunlight memories.)
She moves over to the CD player, and slips in a disc. The smooth sounds of Velvet Chain slide from the speakers. What is she up to? I'm intrigued.
She turns back to me and glides, panther-like, back to the chair. Grasping my hand, she pulls me up and into a swaying embrace. Her body moves seductively against mine, making my ardor rise.
I'm suddenly thrown back to the night of "the dance" she did with Xander, and I gleefully hope I'm to get better treatment.
She turns her back to me, arms rising above her head. I groan as her ass moves against me. Can these pants get any tighter?! I'm ready to burst out of them.
She turns to me again, and now her breasts are caressing my chest. I don't dare move, or I'm going to lose it. And I'm enjoying it too much.
Drawing so close I can taste her breath, she whispers to me, "Are you enjoying this?" I answer her with a caress of my own across her neck. My hands reach down to grasp her waist, lifting her up to my eye level. I seut hut her lips, and she sighs as I draw her close. I kiss her with everything I've got, and am thrilled to feel her melt like butter in my hands. I can smell her desire, and it feeds mine.
To be continued
."Did you ever see the movie 'The Cutting Edge'?" she asks me. I shake my head negatively.
"There's a line in it that applies to us very well." She smiles, and walks her fingers up my arm. I raise one eyebrow, questioning.
"It goes, 'Being together can't be as bed as being apart, and the way I see it, we may not be right for anyone else'." Her eyes meet mine briefly, and I wonder if she is, even now, looking for my approval.
I reach for her hand, and curl the fingers of my injured hand around he small one. The ball of my thumb rubs her palm, and she shivers slightly. I chuckle, loving the effect I have on her. Makes me feel powerful.
I sneak a small look at her face. She is relaxed, eyes closed, sprawled across my lap. I love her like this, mainly because it's rare, and takes a lot of coaxing. She's normally a coiled spring, ready to explode into action at a moment's notice.
I consider my response carefully, not wanting to make her feel silly. After the "Ted" talk, anything I say could sound patronizing.
"Well it's true I can't think of anyone better suited to either of us." My gaze travels over her face, and I think out loud, "And of course, there is the 'love' thing to consider."
Her eyes fly open, and she stares at me. "Pardon?"
I smile, and her eyes become deep pools of emotion. Does she hear what I don't dare say? I think so, because she reaches up to caress my face, and gives me a little smile back.
She snuggles closer, and lays her head on my shoulder. Her arm slips behind my back, to hug me.
I am feeling warm, comfortable. And then she begins exploring
What's this? Is my stunned thought, as her free hand slides up under my shirt. I watch it, wondering what's going on.
She rubs her fingers across my chest, and I suck in the airfast. I look up at her, and she's burning holes in me with those eyes. I know that look. God.
My eyes close of their own accord as she continues the caress. My head slowly relaxes to the back of the chair.
She sits up a little, and kisses my cheek. Pulling her hand out from under my shirt, she runs it up my chest to grip my shoulder, giving her better leverage. She trails her lips down my neck, working them on my skin.
For someone who doesn't need to breathe, I'm sure doing a lot of it!
She shifts herself in my lap again, and I grab her hips tightly, holding her still.
"Buffystop squirming." I say firmly. Her moving around is doing things to me.
"R e a l l y?" She stretches the word out. Making it a sensual thing. I look up at her to see a sexy grin on her face. The minx!
"So you want to play, do you?" I ask as I begin to tickle her.
She giggles a little, at first, but subsides to deep chuckles, as I turn the tickles to caresses. The chuckles change to soft moans, as I squeeze her breasts lightly. Her eyes have fluttered closed again, her lips parted and wet. I am moved to kiss them, and do so gently. I wonder how they can be so soft.
Suddenly her mouth opens to me, and our kiss deepens dizzyingly. This is heady stuff. I caress her mouth with my tongue, using slow, soft strokes on the sensitive roof.
She sucks gently on my tongue, sending wild shivers down my abdomen. I'm starting to wonder how far she plans to go.
Buffy pushes me back, abruptly ending the kiss. Leaving me in the chair, she stands up and stretches. I'm reminded of a cat, sunning itself. (I do have "some" sunlight memories.)
She moves over to the CD player, and slips in a disc. The smooth sounds of Velvet Chain slide from the speakers. What is she up to? I'm intrigued.
She turns back to me and glides, panther-like, back to the chair. Grasping my hand, she pulls me up and into a swaying embrace. Her body moves seductively against mine, making my ardor rise.
I'm suddenly thrown back to the night of "the dance" she did with Xander, and I gleefully hope I'm to get better treatment.
She turns her back to me, arms rising above her head. I groan as her ass moves against me. Can these pants get any tighter?! I'm ready to burst out of them.
She turns to me again, and now her breasts are caressing my chest. I don't dare move, or I'm going to lose it. And I'm enjoying it too much.
Drawing so close I can taste her breath, she whispers to me, "Are you enjoying this?" I answer her with a caress of my own across her neck. My hands reach down to grasp her waist, lifting her up to my eye level. I seut hut her lips, and she sighs as I draw her close. I kiss her with everything I've got, and am thrilled to feel her melt like butter in my hands. I can smell her desire, and it feeds mine.
To be continued