Slayer Seduction

Slayer Seduction


It was a beautiful, soft night. As Buffy sat on the roof in front of her bedroom window, the cool wind caressed her face. Loose tendrils of hair were tossed to and fro, while the rest of the silky mass strained against the elastics she'd bound it with. She carelessly brushed it back, irritated. Why doesn't he come out? I know he's there. Doesn't he know I know he's there? Her temper was a little frayed.


Angel stood at the base of the tree in the summers' front yard. The shadows hid him quite well, but he stayed very still. The Slayer's heightened senses were fully capable of pinpointing his location. That is, if Buffy would focus. She was extremely fidgety tonight.


That was his fault, he guessed. A low chuckle escaped his lips, and he saw her head snap up. Uh oh. That's it. She was down off the roof in a flash, and standing in front of him in another. Her heart was beating fast, and her chest rose and fell quickly with her breaths, making her sizeable charms even more obvious.


Angel became immediately hard, and his body quivered with need for her. Good damn thing it's dark, or I'd be mighty embarrassed he thought with amusement. It was worse every time he saw her. Which is why he avoided her at all costs.


She spoke in a short, tight voice; "I don't deserve this, Angel. You're teasing me, and it's not fair." The last bit sounded a little petulant. "How can you follow me around, knowing I can sense you, and not even come near enough to speak to me?" Hurt now colored her tone.


Before he could stop himself, he reached out to run his fingers down her cheek. Buffy's eyes closed, and she shivered at his light touch. He was amazed at how quickly her body reacted to him. His control slipped a bit more, and his hand ran down her cheek, under her ear, to loose her thick hair from its confinement. He squeezed the back of her neck lightly. He was gratified to see the slayer turning to putty in his grasp. She was practically purring, and curled around his hand. God, what would she be like in bed? was the unbidden thought that came to mind. He cursed lightly, and snatched his hand back.


Buffy came back to reality slowly. Oh God. Angel thought again. He watched her shake off the sensual feelings, and wondered if he could get any harder. With no relief in sight was an almost violent thought.


She suddenly realized what had happened, and was angry. "More teasing? Does it give you a thrill to toy with my" She broke off, and then continued brokenly, "emotions?" She spun around to run back to her house, climb up the trellis to the roof, and disappear through her bedroom window. He could clearly hear sobbing.


Shit! His heart was breaking at the pitiful sounds. He was going to have to explain it to her. The thought of her crying was tearing him up. He followed her flight, using the same path, and lightly dropped into her bedroom. She was weeping so hard she didn't hear him. Damn it! Even this side of her turned him on. Oh course there was the fact that her already short skirt was hiked even farther up. He longed to run his hand up her leg Stop it!


He walked over and sat on the bed next to her. "Buffy, I'm sorry my control hasn't been the best lately." He smoothed her hair as he spoke. She turned her head a little to watch him from slitted, swollen eyes, but she didn't speak. He continued, "I'm not teasing you on purpose." He paused to brush some of the tears from her cheek. "I'm drawn to you, Buffy. Drawn to you in a way that's not exactly proper." His eyes shifted as he gazed hotly along her length. Her eyes widened a little in response to his look. He continued, "I follow you to watch out for you, but I don't come too close. 'Cause when I do, all I can think about is how much I want you." He heard her heartbeat quicken, and smelled her desire. Her desire for him. Oh God. You're not old enough to make a decision about this kind of thing, Buff. You need to wait. I need to stay away." His voice was sad, but firm. He started to get up.


In a flash, she was up and sitting on his lap. "Who say's I'm too young?" she murmured in a husky voice. She pushed him down on the bed, and stretched out on his long body. She felt his erection straining against his pants, and closed her eyes to go with the rush of feeling that took over. Opening her eyes again, she reveled in the expression on Angel'' face. She felt like he was setting her on fire. His lips were parted slightly, and she was drawn to kiss them. As their mouths came together, Angel groaned with his need, and Buffy responded by making the kiss more passionate.
Angel slowly got a grip on himself, and moved his hands up to cup Buffy's face. Gently, he ended their kiss, and waited while she caught her breath. At long last her eyes opened, and he was astounded to see tears begin falling from them again.


"Have I hurt you, love? What's wrong?" He was all protector. He rolled her to the side, so he could sit up, and pulled her up on his lap again. He wrapped his arms around her and waited fer ter to speak.
"I've never felt like this before. It's a little frightening." She sniffed, and looked at her hands. "I've had boyfriends, and we fooled around, but that didn't prepare me for this." She ran her hand up his arm, to his neck, and finally his face. She caressed his cheek, and smiled at the quick breaths he began taking. "You see what I mean?" He nodded. "Why do you think I've been so cranky lately? Whenever I sense your presence, I find myself imagining us together." She spied at him from the corner of her eye, shivering when she saw the sensual smile that curved his lips. "That's when I get angry. When I think you don't want the same thing I do." She pulled her hand away, but he caught it in his, and pulled it back to him.


"What do you want, love?" He smiled as she shivered at his endearment. "Tell me." He hoped she could. It would tell him a lot about whether or not she was emotionally ready for what her body was screaming for. Loudly.


Buffy realized she wasn't afraid to talk to him about this. Angel was never judgmental, or patronizing. (Well, not any more.) He always listened carefully to what she had to say, and treated her like an adult. And he loved her. He'd never spoken the words, but she knew it somehow. Could it be possible to have her deepest dream? To be ONE with her Angel? OK


"I want you, Angel." His eyes narrowed. "I want your hands on me, your mouth on me. I want you to make me yours." Please say yes.


Oh my God. OK, he could get harder. His body was instantly ready for her. If he could have spoken, he would have yelled his love from the rooftops. As it was, the lump in his throat prevented speech. So he did what he could. He showed her how he felt.


Buffy suddenly found herself on her back, with Angel beside her. He kissed her deeply. When she could barely breathe, he pulled away and got up off the bed. "Wh- What?" she gasped out.


"Sshh. I'll be right back." He turned and left the room. Out in the hallway, he listened for a different heartbeat. Hearing it, he walked towards the room Buffy's mother slept in. Arriving there, he made sure she was asleep, and closed the door. Can't have mom walking in on us. He returned to Buffy's room, and closed and locked the door. He could feel her eyes on him. Let's give her something to look at. His jacket slid to the floor as he crossed the room. His T-shirt followed this. He watched her as he stripped, and became excited all over again as she first realized what he was doing, and then leaped up to help.


Buffy was amazed to find herself standing in front of a half naked Angel. To look into his eyes was to drawn in the deep desire she found there. She placed her hands on his chest and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth flesh. Sliding down his stomach, her trembling fingers encountered the waistband of his jeans. She fumbled with the buttons for a few seconds, and Angel stilled her hands with one of his own, while the other reached up to cup the back of her head. He then pulled her close for a kiss that almost put her on the floor.


Strangely enough, it steadied her hands, though. Ending the kiss, she smiled her thanks and easily unbuttoned his pants. Bending at the knees, she pulled the jeans down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them. Looking back up the length of his furred, scarred legs, she noticed no underwear, and then Whoa!


He was sure he had never been harder or larger. He only hoped it wouldn't scare her off. He was close to the point of do or die, as it were. She was standing up. He felt a warm hand close around his erection, and his eyes tried to roll up into his head. He moaned softly, as she began rubbing the shaft of heated flesh.


He's beautiful she thought, and said, "Do you know how beautiful you are?" in a whisper. "I could look at you forever." She meant it. His hands settled on her shoulders, and he spoke breathlessly, "If you don't stop that, this will be over entirely too soon." She let go with a slow, teasing grin. "Your turn," he said in a voice that was deep, husky, and thrilled her to her toes.


Her arms crept up around his neck, and she pulled him close for another kiss. Meanwhile, he was busy unbuttoning her shirt. When that was done, he slid his hands underneath it and around her back to undo her bra. She kissed him harder. He left her bra to reach up and caress her arms. Releasing her hands from behind his neck, and holding her hands in his, he brought them down to her sides so that he could remove her shirt, the then her bra. When that was done, he quickly unzipped her skirt and slid that and her panties to the floor. She daintily (with her boots on?) left them on the floor. Angel bent down to unzip her boots and pull them off. He stood up, and gazed at his Buffy's naked body. "Buffy, you look even better than my dreams." He cupped a breast in his hand, and said, "I wonder how you taste?" before leaning down and licking her nipples, one and then the other. She threw her head back, and made little kitten noises.


Before her legs gave out, he pushed her gently back onto the bed. He then leaned over her and began kissing, licking, and sucking her body from the neck down. When he reached the crescent of hair below her belly, he stopped. Leaning back over her face, he gazed smokily into her eyes, and kissed her lips tenderly. "I do love you." He whispered. She was almost too far gone to hear him. The sensations were almost unbearable.


His hand found the liquid heat between her legs, and she gasped and began writhing on the bed. He pressed a finger into her, and then two, with ease. She's ready! Anticipation overcame him for a moment, and he leaned down to lick her soft folds of female flesh. She moaned loudly, and he removed his fingers so that he could have better access. He spread her legs farther apart, and knelt down to be at a better level. He licked her, slowly at first, and then found the little nub and sucked it gently until an orgasm wracked her body. She came with Angel's name on her lips.


He could wait no longer, and climbed up between her legs to position himself at her opening. He brushed a damp curl away from her face. Looking deeply into her eyes, he said bluntly, "I can't wait any longer, lover. Are you ready?" She nodded, and grabbing his muscular ass, she pulled him in.
Buffy was awash in sensation. Where was the tearing she was supposed to feel when losing her virginity? Angel had taken care of that somehow. Along with every inhibition she had had. He began moving in and out, and she forgot how to think.


Angel was amazed at the passion Buffy expressed and possessed. This was more than he'd ever expected. Within a few moments he was roaring his own climax, with Buffy's a quick second. They lay gasping together for a little while, and then she asked, "Angel, was that normal?"


He raised up on one elbow and blew lightly to dry the sweat on her brow. He brushed away the wisps of hair stuck to her forehead. "No. That was love." He smiled gently and kissed her. She returned his smile sleepily. He stayed there, watching her, until she drifted off to sleep.


Getting up, he dressed quickly and leaned over to kiss her goodbye, slipping out the window. As he jogged home, his thoughts turned to tomorrow night


THE END